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"interlinking" poems
He soars high, floating in her wake Inhaling every detail of her flowing grace Her brushes of touch, causing him to shake Delicate weaving hearts of leather and lace Inspiration sails high, with her drifting in his mind Ripples from deep emotions, she elegantly paints Closing his eyes, entrusting her, flying blind Together, one with the other, interlinking chains Flickering fates of fireflies under stars aligned Precious moments in time, worlds collide A rendezvous in the Milky Way, by design Consummating souls kiss passionately, ignite
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Apr 19, 2017
Apr 19, 2017 at 9:40 AM UTC
Melody of a Muse
They say you only live once so cliché as it may sound But do make the most out of it as you live your life Do it according to your own parameters No need to compare it with others. For as long as you decide for your sake Never hesitate to figure things out on your own When you set your pace of living your dreams You will never have to worry. Happiness and success are two interlinking entities Having both is a blessing But flourishing in every circumstances you encounter is way more than pleasing. And as you only live once, Maybe you can always try to do something to forget than to regret later on.
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 12:59 PM UTC
Yolo
Thoughts racing Faster faster Until they meet A beautiful disaster Open conclusions Creating an illusion Vanishing doubt For a moment Diffusion Reality becomes diluted Dreams are substituted In order to hear The world must be muted Silence Tune out the violence Mindlessly thinking Treading contradictions To keep from sinking Ideas constantly interlinking Forming thoughts Which is where I'm caught Trying to decipher what is From what's not
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Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 4:15 PM UTC
beautiful disaster
Eyes glowing fast flowing mind blowing body ageing brain slowing tougher thinking interlinking water drinking meat eating time beating me down.
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 5:03 AM UTC
Pontoon
~an artwork beneath our feet, yet invisible to our eyes, constantly changing ,interlocking interlinking~ this poem has asked for composition everytime, I walk upon and past the sculputure beneath my feet on the Esplanade by The River (Diatom Lace on the East River - Stacy Levy www.stacylevy.com › projects › diatom-lace-on-the-east-river)  (1) but as I daily hurry past (for years) and over this pattern form lifted from the river's flowing, a daily delaying, for the words good enough to honor it, the invisible floating floral tentacles, attaching each water molecule to the next, do not arise of sufficient quality of wordsmithy, the Whitman words do not float up from the waters rushing past, and come to rest in my multi-tasking poetry conceptuals many months, even years, have gone by and after every water walk, the sculpture stabs me guilty, of procastination, and an unwillingness to tackle it, like the other tough stuff that haunts me so this morning, when I drown in the file laughingly called 100 & One Drafts a J'accuse (1) finger stabs my eyes and repeats the caveat of the sage Hillel the Elder: (1) If not now, when? and even as I sit and compose, the words refuse to surrender unto me for easy transcription and the chest tight with guilt, from all the promises I've made and remain unkempt & unkept, that stunt and stun my spirit, with inconsolable sadness So I distract myself, check the sleeping woman< take my morning meds,< reheat my "The Gamblers Mug" (Cezanne)(1) of morning coffee,< and alas, at last, once more surrender to my worst, and issue an invitation to >you< come visit me, come walk with me, perhaps together, a greater good will emerge, and we will feed each others tongues with syllables and sounds, that will trigger, go figure! a suitable poem worthy of a great art work, the lace of diatoms in the water, that our eyes cannot see, but our hearts can feel and with better words, be so honored, *by a poem truly worthy of this* miraculous conception
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Mar 29, 2025
Mar 29, 2025 at 8:31 AM UTC
An Excusal: “Diatom Lace on the East River“
~an artwork beneath our feet, yet invisible to our eyes, constantly changing ,interlocking interlinking~ this poem has asked for composition everytime, I walk upon and past the sculputure beneath my feet on the Esplanade by The River (Diatom Lace on the East River - Stacy Levy www.stacylevy.com › projects › diatom-lace-on-the-east-river)  (1) but as I daily hurry past (for years) and over this pattern form lifted from the river's flowing, a daily delaying, for the words good enough to honor it, the invisible floating floral tentacles, attaching each water molecule to the next, do not arise of sufficient quality of wordsmithy, the Whitman words do not float up from the waters rushing past, and come to rest in my multi-tasking poetry conceptuals many months, even years, have gone by and after every water walk, the sculpture stabs me guilty, of procastination, and an unwillingness to tackle it, like the other tough stuff that haunts me so this morning, when I drown in the file laughingly called 100 & One Drafts a J'accuse (1) finger stabs my eyes and repeats the caveat of the sage Hillel the Elder: (1) If not now, when? and even as I sit and compose, the words refuse to surrender unto me for easy transcription and the chest tight with guilt, from all the promises I've made and remain unkempt & unkept, that stunt and stun my spirit, with inconsolable sadness So I distract myself, check the sleeping woman< take my morning meds,< reheat my "The Gamblers Mug" (Cezanne)(1) of morning coffee,< and alas, at last, once more surrender to my worst, and issue an invitation to >you< come visit me, come walk with me, perhaps together, a greater good will emerge, and we will feed each others tongues with syllables and sounds, that will trigger, go figure! a suitable poem worthy of a great art work, the lace of diatoms in the water, that our eyes cannot see, but our hearts can feel and with better words, be so honored, *by a poem truly worthy of this* miraculous conception
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oh hello there here I am nothing but a man not myself i have changed for the interlinking gears of communication pried open like a pumpkin altruist the cross to establish modern life you have it, my brain will you take my heart i will not move for you grab me motionless objective goodbye now
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
Lobotomized