"magnanimously" poems
The time’s may have changed,
days aged our bodies
but you are still wholly
yourself, only more
magnanimously
magical, which says
something, because
your oeuvre was such
already.
An aged wine of light
shining like sacred
grapes made of quartz in
the field’s center.
I remember when
you guided me to
the fox. I can still
remember when you
were sprouting—
sacred knowledge to
me in the back of
the school bus. But now…
dots are connecting,
I’m remembering
my fire ether
name. Your knowledge had
pollinated me—
sure took time
to take root, and ferment,
but now it is
a very good year.
It’s time to uncork!
A party army
awaits, clad in such
an iridescent
armor armed only
with <3 - shaped fire
on torches, ready
to burn down rotten
rickety aged
bridges built of dead
green ink-stained wood, all
converging on a
barren cliff so we
may ignite skies and
shine in darkness.
Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 4:42 PM UTC
Life is not worth living without love.
We squander our lives, yet search for substance belligerently.
The world wallows in indulgence, hunting for some sweet ecstasy.
Desire situated in our hearts for a thing extravagant.
What’s in a name? Not known in full, not yet complete.
Abandoned innocents, love pledged ‘until death do part’ reveals not faithful.
Is there another dirt road? An alleyway? More faithful
than the sun to go west-bound, love?
Does such simplicity exist? Revived, whole, complete?
Cries lift and salt-stained drops fall belligerently.
What is assuredly, magnanimously extravagant?
What is the original ecstasy?
Was it walking in the garden with you, this ecstasy?
With you, who, to me, is perpetually faithful?
Is it from you that that bliss bubbles over, so extravagant?
Of you, is there an undeniable, unfathomable fountain of love?
We bawl out for reply, until the abdomen aches, so belligerently.
Scars mark this world from its pursuit of the complete.
Peering through the mist, our knowledge is six feet underneath complete.
Redemption, we learn by stumbling, is the finest ecstasy.
On our toes, the paroxysm. We press in belligerently.
To raze and desolate, the swing of the wrecking ball is faithful.
But countering this, a sloppy, passionate kiss of love,
grace so abundant, so extravagant.
Trust steady, hope unswerving, love extravagant,
will be my three until the steam is wiped from my lens in the hour of the complete.
Deeply grasp though, the best of these is love,
from which comes all and any ecstasy.
Know that from the ants to the mountains, He is faithful.
So seek and swallow with all your might, desperately, belligerently.
Therefore, “what do I live for?” ask yours belligerently.
Dwell not in leisure and comfort, but in the painfully extravagant.
Zoom out, turn the merry-go-round. You will find him faithful.
Shake your tree of knowledge, an apple might fall, find yourself not complete.
If you speak silence, you will find no utterance of ecstasy.
I call upon the name, let be known this love.
The sweet surrender, the blissful brokenness, the captivating complete.
Find your absolute identity in this encompassing ecstasy.
Know that what has been done for you, is what is indeed, love.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 9:57 AM UTC
Absconding from nebulous qualms
of your own chicanery
I am here now to disabuse the anomalies
of the ingenuous
irascible thoughts that relegate
your capricious effrontery of your
disparate soul.
Magnanimously,
I would return such a favor,
however audacious....
yet with such a unique situation,
aberration is truth.
To censure such thoughts,
I leave now with a voracious eloquence and you...
alone, forever.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 6:40 PM UTC
These devices are better now, elctro charged
Saturnine lanterns reflected magnanimously.
Let me wait, wait endlessly blue.
Sand scatter, hourglass bottom.
Like Alan I'd tell you I'm in Rockland with you.
Honey, this don't feel the same
eye linguistics and the way your body moves.
Jump at me in April showers and groove.
Damage control, digital and beautiful.
Let's see ourselves out of reality, briefly
and lose our minds in euphoric agression.
Attention grabber, tongue tied neatly.
Apr 16, 2017
Apr 16, 2017 at 7:34 PM UTC
She lives in beauty
Though she may live with it she knows not of it
Just as the fish of the sea filtering oxygen from the waters knows not that the water
its in, is consequently the air it breaths.
She lives in beauty nonetheless
amusing all who see it and cherish it
to their deaths.
Through her youth the bounty is time and possibly a gaze that she may bestow you with profoundly.
If her gaze had never fallen upon myself I would have no words to share nor reasons for care as without the sight of her eyes on my mind I wouldn't have the slightest knowledge of beauty nor time.
She lives in beauty just as the aspens trees of Colorado glowing in their bright yellow fall coats Our love is a tree which stands solemnly.
What grew from a seed took off exponentially, and flourished magnanimously creating from within its own awning of protection, providing shade and comfort to all who may pass.
Though time dwindles and autumns rough breezes and cold winter nights nears, the flurry of winds brushes debris and leaves from the tree tumultuously.
Standing prostrate and naked the timber appears to be desolate, austere and bleak. But were it not for our sun and its ultraviolet rays to send warmth and divinity assembling from within the sugars from its cache and photosynthesis taking place in its stems to muster up all the energy to grow anew. And like once before the tree stands in all its glory preened in green sharing the love between all living things absorbing the carbon dioxide we exhale and blessing us all with the very thing that enables us to survive.
From mornings first light to nights last second of twilight does her beauty shine bright as a supernova burgeoning.
Alight from the mountains she wistfully wastes no time waiting, instead she's actively demonstrating integrity and what it takes to be in solidarity with all around her.
Mirrored flame to cherish her colour
Embellishing our moments together forever my lover
Our days turn to nights filled with more than laughter and as sure as her beauty shines bright her love is pure to my delight as she lives in beauty
May 5, 2022
May 5, 2022 at 8:58 AM UTC
above the tumid silence of our lives
where we might have a chance encounter
with the ill comforted;
removed from hope and desire
in the stale winds of impermanence
as pollen on the breeze
to look upon us, magnanimously
in eyes with tears
Nov 16, 2020
Nov 16, 2020 at 7:54 AM UTC
He conjures conscience
constable of contrived control
pontiff in a pool of dogmas
commanding total touch
filigree lover, a shadow-figure
poses in folds of his focus
I am flush
He is the fury
Two isotopes fashioned for synergy's
ping-pong pleasing poetry
The poise
that invokes,
magic... Sticks and midnight
Strokes.
Magnanimously.
I try to bring love
as if it were the last remedy
in this, our irrelevant reluctance of relish,
our satin satire,
when we swell, swirl, swish
somehow we understand
kindled by this kink
kissed by kismet's lending allure
Luridly
He is the murk
Once I was the pure...
He stirs manx and mesh
a mint-tingle on my flesh
an open oyster
which offers black pearls
And quicksilver hush
Wrapped in a maddening shell
he is my guilty blush
I am his kiss and tell...
Nov 14, 2016
Nov 14, 2016 at 2:38 PM UTC
You end my day with the rise of the moon
How I have always thought of you
You sing such sweet melodies that hold me in the dark
Lighting up my solar plexus with an instant spark
Melting everything else around me,
Because in that moment it no longer matters
It all shatters, and I become plastered with emotion
What a magnanimously calming ocean
You give the opportunity to set myself free
To let go of all the things that never have served me
I remember, and I feel it like bliss
I can now understand what you mean by a kiss
Mouth to mouth vibration in the pit of my soul
It had been so long since I last felt this whole
So sing me to sleep in your starry night sky
My moon, my dream, my sweetest lullaby
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 8:08 PM UTC
i apologise for not being
becoming enough of a person
personifying a human being
besieged by the lack thereof emotions.
emotionlessness consumes me
metaphorically speaking, or it maybe
magnanimously just spares my heart -
hesitatingly, yet all-encompassingly.
altercations between the conscious and sub
supersedes any revelations whatsoever
whereby a somewhat sound mind like mine
mimics that of a child
choking on the fear of the monstrosity lurking;
lurching from under the bed.
bewildered by the bogeyman,
bogus feelings, confused mind
mischaracterising i
i am sorry
somewhat, somehow
sorry.
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 12:45 AM UTC
Time stands still
From Earths perch
As darkness falls
Illuminating the Heavens
Magnanimously revealing
Your eternity of light
With this stargazer in awe
Of Your endless life
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 11:44 PM UTC