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"imminences" poems
All things die All kingdoms fall Every waking hour Incessantly recall Grim reaps all Drip by drip Burn Till wicks end Choice, who here decides? Pleasure beguiles, sets purpose via Once voice strewn, lost through Millions of cries in the continuum Each time you blink your eyes There is a glimpse Behold! Nothingness! Slaves to your own demise What's the point prolonging? When you are coming forth by day Grim reaps all All the while vitality escapes Eternity succumbs to imminences of fate Familiar pulsating rhythms will terminate So what's the point? Grim reaps us all Coming forth by day
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 8:16 AM UTC
rhys-tyack
Coming forth by day
All things die All kingdoms fall Every waking hour Incessantly recall Grim reaps all Drip by drip Burn Till wicks end Choice, who here decides? Pleasure beguiles, sets purpose via Once voice strewn, lost through Millions of cries in the continuum Each time you blink your eyes There is a glimpse Behold! Nothingness! Slaves to your own demise What's the point prolonging? When you are coming forth by day Grim reaps all All the while vitality escapes Eternity succumbs to imminences of fate Familiar pulsating rhythms will terminate So what's the point? Grim reaps us all Coming forth by day
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Eve, bride of my pride Eve, beauty of my dreams Look at you, how you're-gorgeous Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious Magnificent, good-looking and golden As the unconquered summer moons Up high in nights with cloudless sky Burning the tiring night into a new day See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow Like smooth symphony of walking waves Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs So soft long as satins wools strings Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers What a blend of sacred strand brands! Eve, instrument of my adores Eve, O my saint, mi amours! How beautiful is your trace So graceful, everything in its space All occupants in their rightful place Look at your face, like an infant angel’s So tender and soft, brilliant and bright So sacred and smooth just as purity light Overflowing with holiness and goodness Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms Your feathery feels, light in my palms Your tender body, abandoned in my built So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises Eve, goddess designed for me Dream, resurrected from mine Alloy, made from mine meats mettle Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle Flower, eternal instrument of my delights You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences Eve, apple of my youthful eye Rose of my maiden garden Pomegranate of my pleasures Eve, woman of my resting ribs A make of my make, glory of my cheery! How lovely you are! How excellent you are Covet of my cravings How wonderful you are Woman of my desires How piously holy you are Benediction of my adorations O my object of obsessions Dream of my awakes Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes Massage of my mild caresses Soft, tenderness of my feels How do I wish to always wake In your peaceful palpable palms © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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Apr 26, 2017
Apr 26, 2017 at 4:08 AM UTC
kiura-kabiri
EVE
Eve, bride of my pride Eve, beauty of my dreams Look at you, how you're-gorgeous Listen-feel-see, how you’re-glorious Magnificent, good-looking and golden As the unconquered summer moons Up high in nights with cloudless sky Burning the tiring night into a new day See how hearts sweet you make melt in your graceful glow See how you beautiful build, fascinating as a fountain flow Like smooth symphony of walking waves Rising and lessening in their peaceful runs to the wharves Your hair falls and floats in the bare breezes Sweet, tempting and teasing in their wheezes Lovely and lively like young river poplars sprigs in springs So soft long as satins wools strings Their stable stallion's tail straight strand ends Dancing with the winds wheezes and whispers Reflecting and glistening as in sun beams at vespers What a blend of sacred strand brands! Eve, instrument of my adores Eve, O my saint, mi amours! How beautiful is your trace So graceful, everything in its space All occupants in their rightful place Look at your face, like an infant angel’s So tender and soft, brilliant and bright So sacred and smooth just as purity light Overflowing with holiness and goodness Your slender neck tender, elegant as ascension’s splendours Your feels and fascinates, glances and reverences Your contemplations and obsessions, images and illusions Your desires and admires, your embraces and caresses So holy and venerable, like seraphs touching sacred salutations Your fragile soul, delicate in my arms Your feathery feels, light in my palms Your tender body, abandoned in my built So pious and precious, pleasured and treasured Eve, cherub of my pleads and praises Eve, goddess designed for me Dream, resurrected from mine Alloy, made from mine meats mettle Pretty and pricy, so gentle and brittle Flower, eternal instrument of my delights You burn my Hittite’s heart with softness and tenderness And all I dreams of, is your touches and catches-imminences Eve, apple of my youthful eye Rose of my maiden garden Pomegranate of my pleasures Eve, woman of my resting ribs A make of my make, glory of my cheery! How lovely you are! How excellent you are Covet of my cravings How wonderful you are Woman of my desires How piously holy you are Benediction of my adorations O my object of obsessions Dream of my awakes Slumber, sleep of my smooth soothes Massage of my mild caresses Soft, tenderness of my feels How do I wish to always wake In your peaceful palpable palms © Kìùra Kabiri. All rights reserved.
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