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"glowing" poems
Before long the summer sun will rise in London Like the half of the Ge meets the other half. Like a magic by the Lamp of Aladdin The love flame hidden in the chest lights up! Like a blooming rose in a glowing beam of light, Like a smiling face speaks a gentle word, Like a beautiful sunrise colour in the first light! The summer in London will pop and sizzle We will see a threshold in our land. The rose for a while is tucked away Off the winter and is given to the sun Winter is not forever spring is on the corner Come back in the sun with the early bird Before Cinderella takes on the primrose path. Keeping an eye on a thriller is in the winter’s field Oozy ozone misty land gets a gingerly seasoning What on earth will it strike, will it dish out? Ah, the sun will pop out like a river breeze. Like a southern song singing on a dream scene. a smooth fairy dance facing the Moon a thrill of exposing Stonehenge once and for all a melodious raindrop in the serene pond a butterfly dance on the rose a turned on tall tale of the blue peacock Like a pure belief in heaven without a pinch of salt!
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Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 10:37 AM UTC
Summer in London
#*O morning sky of endless blue Tinged with purply-pinky hue You tell me of His mercies new Whose heart pursues my own O geese in wingèd winter's flight Your honking cries arouse delight And lift my gaze to seek thy sight As wooing from His hand O softest breeze which skims my face And stirs with such mysterious grace My soul to reach for Love’s embrace You brush me with His kiss O snowflakes falling to the ground You pierce my heart without a sound To crave a purity only found Beneath a bloodied cross O setting sun in half-light glowing Waning day’s last glorious blush showing You paint with fire my spirit’s own knowing— This life is fading fast O stars of midnight’s blackest sky Paraded forth, you pull my eye Toward One Who speaks this ceaseless cry: “I’m coming back for you.” O creeping fog to dawn’s light clinging You whisper, Love’s veiled message bringing, With haunting echoes faintly singing, “Lose all of you in Him.”*#
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Dec 7, 2016
Dec 7, 2016 at 10:09 AM UTC
Ode to a Winter's Day
The lily has a smooth stalk, Will never hurt your hand; But the rose upon her brier Is lady of the land. There's sweetness in an apple tree, And profit in the corn; But lady of all beauty Is a rose upon a thorn. When with moss and honey She tips her bending brier, And half unfolds her glowing heart, She sets the world on fire.
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The Rose
I must not gaze at them although Your eyes are dawning day; I must not watch you as you go Your sun-illumined way; I hear but I must never heed The fascinating note, Which, fluting like a river reed, Comes from your trembing throat; I must not see upon your face Love's softly glowing spark; For there's the barrier of race, You're fair and I am dark.
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The Barrier
Behold Nigeria my motherland A land that sits upon the hills of many waters A country built on the ancient landmark of heroes band An Eagle that protects her citizens in the arms of her feathers. A beautiful Nigeria whose fields are as green as green could ever be An Iroko that stands on the root of peace and unity A fertile land that is as fertile as fertility can ever be A united people, a proud nation void of segregation nor discrimination in her city. My motherland a land that upholds the staff of dignity and natural endowment A land of unity and peace glowing like a river of gold across the horizon A nation that feeds on the diet of heavens supplement An ocean that runs through the test of raging storms un-torn. My motherland! My motherland! A Nigeria that adores her women more highly than the Queen of England An Olive that yields more than the cedars of Lebanon A land whose daughters are as beautiful as the daughters of Job in Jerusalem's land An independent country as powerful as the King Nebuchadnezar of Babylon. It's Nigeria my motherland A land that rests on the pillars of her freedom A country seated on the pearls and treasures of many Ireland A Nigeria that lives on the soil of heavens wisdom.
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:55 AM UTC
My Motherland
Disrobing, her skin glowing as it glistens in the night naked to the eye the most beautiful thing in sight a deep breathe as she exhales her beauty is unveiled anticipation swells waiting for his embrace her lips saturated with her taste his senses sense her scent enticing his nature tense magnetized to her flesh delicate is her touch to his aching ***** no words left to past just passionate lips rush for passion two bodies attracted to each others attraction love making magic happen
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May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 2:04 AM UTC
Magnetic
a lady lights a cigarette glowing red cherry lips, puffing without regret a cigarette, burning smoking, grey breathing choking and tap tap the falling ashes it is over with a definitive flick — a lady lights a cigarette she can see her spirit dancing in the smoke
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May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 12:26 AM UTC
a lady lights a cigarette
The lotus wades      Shallow water           Even and calm. Her petals brighten      In the beating sun's rays, Glowing of tranquility.           The onlooker grows jealous      Venom green with envy While the lotus rests,           Mockingly green leaves.
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Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:49 AM UTC
Lotus
~ *O Painter with thy own eye                         would thee paint me in mine own natural hue prithee paint me as i am, imperfections             and blemishes true Load thy brush                       with colors sundry to maketh yond first pure sweep across the ****** frieze, fill'd with pangs of hunger. paint me as i standeth                   bethought, in deep With mine own love and mine own desire, blurring the edges unclean with mine own regrets                   and mine own mental gyre, in mine own natural age,                of deep forest green O Painter Paint me sinister turquoise, in lavender and maroon, combine the amethyst and amber blend the iceberg        and the indigo moon. Paint me as i standeth,        prithee see with thy eye a mistress in yond lady plight Prithee paint me all i am i cullionly a mistress in all yond lady might Paint me in the optimistic                              silv'r of dawn, but don’t miss the purple to shade the bruise                               of the bygone. paint me in the sky blue journal O Painter Paint me as a unique template smudge black white and grizzled merging all the colors of thy palette. col'r me a rainbow                             in a rainy drizzle Paint me tall so yond i standeth loftier than any mountain Paint me as a dram bird, delicate with soft feathers silken Paint me harmony, as a violin so yond i can sing thy solitary tune paint me as thy poetry          with song and melody wrapp'd in a cocoon O Painter paint me as a dream yond rises                                in did saturate colors with a steady upbeat flight awry tint, a fluttering              of a quite quaint butterfly Portray me with endurance imbue so bold and bright doth not hesitate                 to depict mine own mind in profound fuchsia and white. Useth the colors yond thee would borrow Thy palette not yet exsufflicate Paint mine own loss and mine own sorrow in search of a shade so ****** Adorn mine own heart in glowing garnet at which hour thee paint mine own love add a true broken blue shade of the cloud and the rain above; Study mine own dry sorrow                               in mine own soul useth any shade thee plaited soften the edges of control in a tinge of xanthene. O Painter Prithee paint me Mine own passion and mine own spirit shall has't a crimson r'd hint mine own remorse and mine own regret shall reflect an ink stain print Paint me in mine own eye so true O Painter but add a dash of courage too* ~
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Dec 17, 2017
Dec 17, 2017 at 10:52 AM UTC
O Painter
~ *O Painter with thy own eye                         would thee paint me in mine own natural hue prithee paint me as i am, imperfections             and blemishes true Load thy brush                       with colors sundry to maketh yond first pure sweep across the ****** frieze, fill'd with pangs of hunger. paint me as i standeth                   bethought, in deep With mine own love and mine own desire, blurring the edges unclean with mine own regrets                   and mine own mental gyre, in mine own natural age,                of deep forest green O Painter Paint me sinister turquoise, in lavender and maroon, combine the amethyst and amber blend the iceberg        and the indigo moon. Paint me as i standeth,        prithee see with thy eye a mistress in yond lady plight Prithee paint me all i am i cullionly a mistress in all yond lady might Paint me in the optimistic                              silv'r of dawn, but don’t miss the purple to shade the bruise                               of the bygone. paint me in the sky blue journal O Painter Paint me as a unique template smudge black white and grizzled merging all the colors of thy palette. col'r me a rainbow                             in a rainy drizzle Paint me tall so yond i standeth loftier than any mountain Paint me as a dram bird, delicate with soft feathers silken Paint me harmony, as a violin so yond i can sing thy solitary tune paint me as thy poetry          with song and melody wrapp'd in a cocoon O Painter paint me as a dream yond rises                                in did saturate colors with a steady upbeat flight awry tint, a fluttering              of a quite quaint butterfly Portray me with endurance imbue so bold and bright doth not hesitate                 to depict mine own mind in profound fuchsia and white. Useth the colors yond thee would borrow Thy palette not yet exsufflicate Paint mine own loss and mine own sorrow in search of a shade so ****** Adorn mine own heart in glowing garnet at which hour thee paint mine own love add a true broken blue shade of the cloud and the rain above; Study mine own dry sorrow                               in mine own soul useth any shade thee plaited soften the edges of control in a tinge of xanthene. O Painter Prithee paint me Mine own passion and mine own spirit shall has't a crimson r'd hint mine own remorse and mine own regret shall reflect an ink stain print Paint me in mine own eye so true O Painter but add a dash of courage too* ~
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#*Your hair stills heart's rhythmic meter   For this I wish forever Strands spun with goddess gossamer;   softer than touch of mother Your eyes dazzle with no glitter   For this I stare o're yonder Locking jewels with coins of others;   Leaves throbbing chests emptier Your form flows as gentle rivers   For this I grudge past swimmers Glory bequeathed to the winner;   drown will the losing suitors Your voice humbles angel choirs   For this I listen eager Songs molding seraphs from satyrs;   in harmony with nature Your being stirs wildfire   For this I bear the pleasure Ethereal flames dance together;   fueled by spiritual tethers You are my love light of summer   For this I waded winter Glowing 'bove, spring was made greener;   blooming nascent desire*#
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Jul 27, 2018
Jul 27, 2018 at 5:29 PM UTC
To My New Love
Your beauty is like an exquisite flower Growing ontop of the highest mountain Peaking at the very height of its power Your Beauty is like Art To where all may see in awe Entering my heart You have not a single flaw Your beauty flows like a river Following the way of the stream Glowing slightest glimmer Only seen in our dreams Your beauty shines bright From whom we cannot wait Glistening in the moon light Meeting you was considered fate Your beauty makes us speechless Unable to say a word When we are with you, we are sleepless While we try to talk, it comes out slurred Your beauty cannot be described Words couldn't touch the surface This love I feel inside Never can I stop being nervous You are gorgeous in every single way Loving you will be my duty Unable to be kept away This... is... the... power... of... Your Beauty
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 1:31 AM UTC
*Your Beauty*
It's beginning... As my day matured into the tangerine sun. Familiar feelings effortlessly conjured as the same old tales were spun. Some came in hues of marmalade Traces of citrus that left in haste. Initial sweetness on the palate that would fade Only making way for a bitter aftertaste. A few were wrapped in tints of ginger. A jolt-like sensation that spoke... Intense and unmistakable in nature. Like glowing embers engulfed in latent flames and smoke. Several bore the colours and scent of marigold Boasting of orange petals whimsically waving to the clouds... Whispering hints of rumours from days of old, Days of when mine was the only silent face in a boisterous crowd. The ones forged in bronze were few and hardly said. Like the only compelling excerpt embedded within infinite chapters. Hidden words in plain sight strung together boldly in red. Rubies cast carelessly in the swiftest of rivers... It is beginning... The end of today as the sun grew redder... I'd bide the sands of time as it slips away into forever...
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
Spectrum Orange
The last candle About to melt away Glowing bright A silent denouement Flames no more Only the soot Remnants of life Only remembrance
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Mar 19, 2015
Mar 19, 2015 at 10:10 AM UTC
Last Candle
He watched the moon, As it became immune To his galaxy eyes. Silver liquid flowing, The night's come to a closing, As he mixed his 'sky dye.' At least, that's what the stars said, As each one rubbed his head Goodnight. Colored images glowing, His eyelids began lowering, As he, again, was forced to fight-
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Dec 20, 2017
Dec 20, 2017 at 12:25 AM UTC
'Sky Dye'
How radiant.  A lovely sight Glowing in the bold sunlight. Love, peacefulness and mirth— Giving joy upon the earth. Sunflower.  Unique you are. Your beauty radiates afar— Engaging the human race, As always, with a happy face. Lovely is the song you sing, Its heartfelt melody to ring. A song of beauty and of grace Lends expression to the face. How charming is the sunflow'r— Adding zing to flow’r power.
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
Sunflower
*There is beauty in simplicity There is beauty in just loving There is beauty in not knowing There is beauty in just holding hands There is beauty in sharing the same drink There is beauty in being just unclad There is beauty in just gazing at each other There is beauty in drawing imaginary hearts There is beauty in playing with her twitching nose There is beauty in just running your hands through hair There is beauty in sitting amidst nature, and counting stars There is beauty in wishing upon a falling star There is beauty in listening to each other’s heart beats There is beauty in watching yourself in her eyes There is beauty in kissing her twinkling eyes There is beauty in having her head on your lap There is beauty in watching her fall asleep There is beauty in waking her up in the morning There is beauty in touching her glowing skin There is beauty in making her a cup of coffee There is beauty in kissing her throughout the day There is beauty in going for a walk, holding hands There is beauty in soaking in each other’s silence There is beauty in being in each other’s heart There is beauty in just having her around There is beauty in just thanking her with your love There is beauty in being in love with all your heart There is beauty in acknowledging her presence* © Amitav (Radiance)
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May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
Beauty
skin so dark, glowing so light melanin within you intrigues my fire I look upon your chocolate blessing me with grace I use my tongue to runneth down your smooth brown face .
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Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
burnt brass
She looks in the mirror At the age on her face "I wonder what he thinks of me this way?" She considers her weight and the pores on her skin She thinks out loud "I don't deserve him." She picks apart the woman he loves Separating her worth from all that she does                He looks in her eyes and caresses her face He sees it glowing with love and full of grace  The lines on her face   he views with pride   Recounting the victories   each time they've been tried The weight that she carries  is that of a mom  Nothing's too heavy  She just marches on These bodies will perish  and mirrors offer no truth True love abides  beyond the corridors of youth   No, she doesn't deserve me   Perhaps God can see   Conceivably, one day   I'll be as worthy as she
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 9:21 AM UTC
She Doesn't Deserve Me
We wear this city on our feet Planting our roots with each step Our shadows cast shapes of ancient oak trees stretching out over old squares at daybreak We grow here with the spirit of buildings past, present and rising like a staircase to heaven in the distance, the plumes of white smoke from their rooftops as burnt offerings for incense, spires for steeples, the bundled masses of people moving beneath as the calloused soles of our feet pounding the pavement, Our congregation seated in reverant silence on the R-Line hissing to a stop Their hushed prayers filing out from within to bring the reclaimed sidewalks of Fayetville Street back to life to join this pilgramage They march downtown toward Capitol holding signs for disarmament They bar-hop through Glenwood toasting to deliverance They move in a blur of faces that become us, Rush at all hours through our veins Cross our hearts and keep us breathing, Moving wearing the city on our minds like the greyest pieces of their winter sky and the way it caps the peaks of Mount PNC, BB&T and Wells Fargo like hoodies over our heads We assume monk-like appearances in robes color-coded by season- from blue collar sweaters to cold hard sweat We'll wear their city until we're worn out and wet, We'll wear their dreams at night like streetlamps flickering on beneath wired telephone poles carrying conversations about each one as far south as Florida, fears unspoken, made visible on iron park benches too cold to sit on at this hour We'll keep walking and wear this city like backpacks over our shoulders under the watch of their heavens, the skyline a glowing testament of every step taken toward someplace higher.
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 7:27 PM UTC
Becoming Raleigh
We wear this city on our feet Planting our roots with each step Our shadows cast shapes of ancient oak trees stretching out over old squares at daybreak We grow here with the spirit of buildings past, present and rising like a staircase to heaven in the distance, the plumes of white smoke from their rooftops as burnt offerings for incense, spires for steeples, the bundled masses of people moving beneath as the calloused soles of our feet pounding the pavement, Our congregation seated in reverant silence on the R-Line hissing to a stop Their hushed prayers filing out from within to bring the reclaimed sidewalks of Fayetville Street back to life to join this pilgramage They march downtown toward Capitol holding signs for disarmament They bar-hop through Glenwood toasting to deliverance They move in a blur of faces that become us, Rush at all hours through our veins Cross our hearts and keep us breathing, Moving wearing the city on our minds like the greyest pieces of their winter sky and the way it caps the peaks of Mount PNC, BB&T and Wells Fargo like hoodies over our heads We assume monk-like appearances in robes color-coded by season- from blue collar sweaters to cold hard sweat We'll wear their city until we're worn out and wet, We'll wear their dreams at night like streetlamps flickering on beneath wired telephone poles carrying conversations about each one as far south as Florida, fears unspoken, made visible on iron park benches too cold to sit on at this hour We'll keep walking and wear this city like backpacks over our shoulders under the watch of their heavens, the skyline a glowing testament of every step taken toward someplace higher.
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Planes streak across the wide October sky– The sun is setting– Contrails stream behind them, glowing scars of the evening. 
 The highest ones, they exhale the day’s gold, pure and sharp like fields of August wheat, dusty and late-summer charred. Redder and lower ones hug the skyline, No cloud to catch them, Fall like meteorites, the slow burn of a dwarf star Memories never print so vividly, slow burn sees fast death, Reds, golds and what's between, A brain is all catch-and-release
 So afterwards what should be left of this? Not but an umbra, Impressionist beauty,
 A mere relief of its source? 
Beauty’s slow fade is not the tragedy, –rather the reverse– That we fade to beauty, To never hold it in full.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
On an early sunset
Totally useless Infinite universe Exploding before us I am one I am holy I am yours The one and only Forever and glowing So steady in stirring The moving of your heart Melting your spirit Confusing what is real Abusing all you feel Lie to their faces Sigh no more Sink the places That you have since forgotten This is a place that I Will not forget The holy sighs and cries During your pitiful lies All because you set aside The energy at rest Hello there Welcome back Get this drink Of A’s exile elixir Go off to a distant land Find a distant face Nothing can be said I did you wrong You ****** me over This is goodbye ......|……|XXXXXXX Undress Unleash the emptiness I’m so glad that I brought this This beautiful red safe The keeper of My ****** up mental state About my mental state… Don’t ask me about my holy stake That I pierced into the heart Of a special white vampire One of those holier than thou types One **** up And then Onto the next line The next word that you speak Might be a mistake What do you think? About me… Do you think that you could Stand on your own two feet? With me, Without me. Alone like we are I’ll crash the car To flip our worlds around Venture away today Go away Come as you were Another day But not today You might be okay I’m not okay… Holy one Grant me a kiss of happiness You know I need it I need her Whoever she is Wherever I am Someway, somehow I’ll find the day To rewind the times That I forgot about Last night, this morning Last year, good mourning Thank you that this is over with. . . Oh, sweet angel Lie to me Allow my words To feed the hungry minds of those that don’t listen and only want my body. What about what’s left of my spirit Dragging down below Sing to those that need Lie to those that see nothing Around no quarter The moon found you I found you The numbers did add up Just a little too soon All too soon I found you I lost you I’ll find you again Forget about the end.
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Aug 22, 2012
Aug 22, 2012 at 8:55 PM UTC
I Am... Not... Yours... Anymore...
Totally useless Infinite universe Exploding before us I am one I am holy I am yours The one and only Forever and glowing So steady in stirring The moving of your heart Melting your spirit Confusing what is real Abusing all you feel Lie to their faces Sigh no more Sink the places That you have since forgotten This is a place that I Will not forget The holy sighs and cries During your pitiful lies All because you set aside The energy at rest Hello there Welcome back Get this drink Of A’s exile elixir Go off to a distant land Find a distant face Nothing can be said I did you wrong You ****** me over This is goodbye ......|……|XXXXXXX Undress Unleash the emptiness I’m so glad that I brought this This beautiful red safe The keeper of My ****** up mental state About my mental state… Don’t ask me about my holy stake That I pierced into the heart Of a special white vampire One of those holier than thou types One **** up And then Onto the next line The next word that you speak Might be a mistake What do you think? About me… Do you think that you could Stand on your own two feet? With me, Without me. Alone like we are I’ll crash the car To flip our worlds around Venture away today Go away Come as you were Another day But not today You might be okay I’m not okay… Holy one Grant me a kiss of happiness You know I need it I need her Whoever she is Wherever I am Someway, somehow I’ll find the day To rewind the times That I forgot about Last night, this morning Last year, good mourning Thank you that this is over with. . . Oh, sweet angel Lie to me Allow my words To feed the hungry minds of those that don’t listen and only want my body. What about what’s left of my spirit Dragging down below Sing to those that need Lie to those that see nothing Around no quarter The moon found you I found you The numbers did add up Just a little too soon All too soon I found you I lost you I’ll find you again Forget about the end.
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the flowers were blooming so were you your eyes were glowing so were mine waving deserts drank water from the river danced through the grass you led me closer with just a single glance the sweetest taste strongest desire i've never dreamed of it whispered in chemical symbols something i've never heard of there was a lot to learn but time wasn't at our side i saw right through the eyes fearful when wish to fight despite it all we continue on fools in a glimpse of paradise you saw right through the eyes let go when wish to hold on it was okay while the petals covered it was insane to control the uncontrolled but the flowers were still blooming the scent of lights and waters blue to green i found myself longing for you for summer before it wilted away forever before you slipped away forever
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 10:24 AM UTC
summer scent
Time: 7:30 pm Temp.: 68F ~~~ overlooking the runways, festooned by accidental heavenly whimsy, or humanistic whimsical inten-sity, all the the planes and trucks are flashing electrifying speckles, of eclectically synced red and green it is not my holiday, but no matter, like every New Yorker this day, I am happily celebrating its double U, unique, unusual "record breaking warmth" yes, the Fahrenheit is outtasight, and by the dawn of early eve~night, the Centigrade is spiraling in reverse retrograde, as the temp eases on down, just below seventy degrees, on this dewinterized twenty fourth day of December, two nought and fifteen traffic is light, the terminal, an unbusy, slim shadow of itself, the maddening crowds gone, now all are among the dearly departed and either/or, the newly arrived so composition of the observational, brings cheer and smiles to my faith, (I mean my face), the crowning quietude of clear skies, the absence of street smart city  bustle and hustle, the languid atmosphere at the gates, (where seldom is heard an encouraging word)# makes me reconsider the true meaning of the au courant phraseology of this day "record breaking warmth" for there is indeed a calm invisible warmth suffusing all tonite, chests glowing from fireplaces within, contentment chamber containers in both hearth and heart, and I am thinking miracle, about all the human warmth on this celebrated evening, holy night indeed, it is breaking records of recorded human fusion, the united commonality of millions warming his and her stories world-over, that your personal poet is warming to record
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Dec 24, 2015
Dec 24, 2015 at 8:21 PM UTC
Christmas Eve, 2015, LaGuardia Airport, NYC
Time: 7:30 pm Temp.: 68F ~~~ overlooking the runways, festooned by accidental heavenly whimsy, or humanistic whimsical inten-sity, all the the planes and trucks are flashing electrifying speckles, of eclectically synced red and green it is not my holiday, but no matter, like every New Yorker this day, I am happily celebrating its double U, unique, unusual "record breaking warmth" yes, the Fahrenheit is outtasight, and by the dawn of early eve~night, the Centigrade is spiraling in reverse retrograde, as the temp eases on down, just below seventy degrees, on this dewinterized twenty fourth day of December, two nought and fifteen traffic is light, the terminal, an unbusy, slim shadow of itself, the maddening crowds gone, now all are among the dearly departed and either/or, the newly arrived so composition of the observational, brings cheer and smiles to my faith, (I mean my face), the crowning quietude of clear skies, the absence of street smart city  bustle and hustle, the languid atmosphere at the gates, (where seldom is heard an encouraging word)# makes me reconsider the true meaning of the au courant phraseology of this day "record breaking warmth" for there is indeed a calm invisible warmth suffusing all tonite, chests glowing from fireplaces within, contentment chamber containers in both hearth and heart, and I am thinking miracle, about all the human warmth on this celebrated evening, holy night indeed, it is breaking records of recorded human fusion, the united commonality of millions warming his and her stories world-over, that your personal poet is warming to record
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nostalgia as soft sun filters through palm leaves and the clouds purple, the skies painted pastel pinks surfboards stand seven feet tall the salt water glowing, sparkling a dark watercolor blue hue i am reminded of the spring and summertime of happier days as I drive by the sea that glints waves to me
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Mar 11, 2018
Mar 11, 2018 at 4:09 PM UTC
Paradise