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"mellifluously" poems

Touch as the fervent feeling seek to know the ambiguity of it, Feel as the ****** of a sparrow wing crept upon my dreams, Fathom as the grief of rocks shrieked on deserted mountains, And the Sky was blue Touched by a Crescent Moon Unraveling the hidden truth How life was promised to me and you Awe as landscapes vanished from distant perplexing shores, Sigh as Long ships sailed on white ashes coasting inherently, Fright as the voluptuous sights, faking wonders in my night, And the Sky was blue mellifluously My Heart as to see a magnificent feeling to be free the beauty relentless, endlessly weave Pray as the growing wind whisper, a phrase to forever keep, Kneel as crowds offered Him, a gratitude of rejoicing praise, Trust as dandelions glides, the strength of His binding faith, And the Sky was blue for God is forever faithful & true to broken lives, he one's renew Keeping his promise to come again soon Awake as the daybreak reveal, memories of our love revisit, Sing as angels on white veil’s, bring you to heaven's place, Gone is the world I once knew, eyes closing as my soul flew, Amen...

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Jul 15, 2017

Jul 15, 2017 at 8:07 PM UTC

◦ And the Sky was Blue

Touch as the fervent feeling seek to know the ambiguity of it, Feel as the ****** of a sparrow wing crept upon my dreams, Fathom as the grief of rocks shrieked on deserted mountains, And the Sky was blue Touched by a Crescent Moon Unraveling the hidden truth How life was promised to me and you Awe as landscapes vanished from distant perplexing shores, Sigh as Long ships sailed on white ashes coasting inherently, Fright as the voluptuous sights, faking wonders in my night, And the Sky was blue mellifluously My Heart as to see a magnificent feeling to be free the beauty relentless, endlessly weave Pray as the growing wind whisper, a phrase to forever keep, Kneel as crowds offered Him, a gratitude of rejoicing praise, Trust as dandelions glides, the strength of His binding faith, And the Sky was blue for God is forever faithful & true to broken lives, he one's renew Keeping his promise to come again soon Awake as the daybreak reveal, memories of our love revisit, Sing as angels on white veil’s, bring you to heaven's place, Gone is the world I once knew, eyes closing as my soul flew, Amen...

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From the helter skelter In a helter skelter dash For solitude at the esker I strayed in a labyrinth Of dark soaring woods Here-upon, trees begun to move! An optical illusion it seemed to be, Though a moment my eyes did love; But in a mean time, out of kilter Was the avenue to the esker. Wandering midst soaring woods Serendipitously there I beheld An elegant creature, A creature with a velvety Pale unblemished skin, Lilly white as porcelain, Gaily yet opalescent as an opal, With curling glossy auburn hair, Mellifluously whispering a lullaby With verve in the wanton air Whilst flapping her wings To take wing. On feasting about her impeccable face, It thus dawned upon me: "She was not of this our world But an alien, an angel rom outer space." Swiftly, I gravitated towards her And unto her said I was lost, Lost like leaves beneath the frost Upon my way for solitude at the esker However the sheer cynosure She'd taken my fancy Hence moonstruck for sure. She gagged me, cwtched me, Enveloped me in her wings And merrily took wing Whilst I gallantly kissed, Kissed her nectar kisser. Past mullbery skies we soared, All the way unto her land of bliss Where upon we swam naked, Naked in halcyon waters, Waters of her land. Together, we made poetry Of love and life so blind, Cherishing moment after moment One could search forever to find, Whilst gallivanting from star to star, Only alone by ourselves on yonder To a very distant colourful clime, Yonder beyond restrictions of time.

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 8:50 AM UTC

KikodinhoAlexandros

MOONSTRUCK (EPIC)

From the helter skelter In a helter skelter dash For solitude at the esker I strayed in a labyrinth Of dark soaring woods Here-upon, trees begun to move! An optical illusion it seemed to be, Though a moment my eyes did love; But in a mean time, out of kilter Was the avenue to the esker. Wandering midst soaring woods Serendipitously there I beheld An elegant creature, A creature with a velvety Pale unblemished skin, Lilly white as porcelain, Gaily yet opalescent as an opal, With curling glossy auburn hair, Mellifluously whispering a lullaby With verve in the wanton air Whilst flapping her wings To take wing. On feasting about her impeccable face, It thus dawned upon me: "She was not of this our world But an alien, an angel rom outer space." Swiftly, I gravitated towards her And unto her said I was lost, Lost like leaves beneath the frost Upon my way for solitude at the esker However the sheer cynosure She'd taken my fancy Hence moonstruck for sure. She gagged me, cwtched me, Enveloped me in her wings And merrily took wing Whilst I gallantly kissed, Kissed her nectar kisser. Past mullbery skies we soared, All the way unto her land of bliss Where upon we swam naked, Naked in halcyon waters, Waters of her land. Together, we made poetry Of love and life so blind, Cherishing moment after moment One could search forever to find, Whilst gallivanting from star to star, Only alone by ourselves on yonder To a very distant colourful clime, Yonder beyond restrictions of time.

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If my bed was bigger would you have laid with me Will you excuse the squeeze in the place of comfortability Our bodies close, replace our blankets with the heat flowing, mellifluously reverberating, from within My heavy mind, spiralling in self abhor Dawdles on a pillow, simpering with decay Solace I discovered in your arms instead, taming the uproar The bane of your predicament, your spirits sway The twilight of distraught tickles the hairs on my arms But now comes the noon of melancholia. My Ivy legs cripples your limbs, the bruises I see- constellations Contradictory you lament, the cries a synergy of appoggiatura A long time ago, you asked for my hand Belittling the shards in my bossoms Dismissing my remonstrance; to Hell with it “I can bear it, I know I can.” But you couldn’t. No, you wouldn’t Your body has began to gnaw The dilapidated bed creaks, your temper peaks “I’m out, loving you isn’t the law.”

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Sep 7, 2015

Sep 7, 2015 at 1:32 AM UTC

Like Chalk and Cheese

If my bed was bigger would you have laid with me Will you excuse the squeeze in the place of comfortability Our bodies close, replace our blankets with the heat flowing, mellifluously reverberating, from within My heavy mind, spiralling in self abhor Dawdles on a pillow, simpering with decay Solace I discovered in your arms instead, taming the uproar The bane of your predicament, your spirits sway The twilight of distraught tickles the hairs on my arms But now comes the noon of melancholia. My Ivy legs cripples your limbs, the bruises I see- constellations Contradictory you lament, the cries a synergy of appoggiatura A long time ago, you asked for my hand Belittling the shards in my bossoms Dismissing my remonstrance; to Hell with it “I can bear it, I know I can.” But you couldn’t. No, you wouldn’t Your body has began to gnaw The dilapidated bed creaks, your temper peaks “I’m out, loving you isn’t the law.”

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'Twas in the eventide of June Whilst he didst lay in a pit of despair When a lass fair as a silvery moon Stately sailed his way as a zephyr Yet majestically as drops of dew Rollin' upon boughs of emerald fair. Heaven's ever fair golden eye Had sprinkled her very last ray To pave way unto night maidens That evermore bedight heaven's bay With luster that in perpetuum gladdens Naked eyes in a way i canst not say. Radiant hope in his eyes shone bright To potter beside a beauty queen Whose eyes thrice brighter than light Fair like as sails of diamond hewn, Opalescent as robes of Sirius in the night Whilst decamping at the fall of dawn. Euphonious lullabies into her ear Mellifluously he didst sing and sing, For her to know she's all he did revere. A fair diadem unto her he did bring, For her to forevermore hold it dear Queen unto him she's, and him her King. But yonder stars in lone splendor Coveted him and the beauty queen, For her effulgence surpassed their luster That as passes a fiend with eyes unseen When the wind is hushed into slumber, So did spy upon 'em with eyes keen. Alas! As we all know naught lasts forever, The looming veils of night began to vade Whilst stars in a splendiferous cluster Upon celestial shores coyly didst wend; And his visage grew pale by dawns luster, For far off with his queen they'd eloped. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Los Angels, California, USA. 24th/09/2018

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Sep 24, 2018

Sep 24, 2018 at 3:00 AM UTC

KikodinhoAlexandros

FAIRY WHISPERS (I)

'Twas in the eventide of June Whilst he didst lay in a pit of despair When a lass fair as a silvery moon Stately sailed his way as a zephyr Yet majestically as drops of dew Rollin' upon boughs of emerald fair. Heaven's ever fair golden eye Had sprinkled her very last ray To pave way unto night maidens That evermore bedight heaven's bay With luster that in perpetuum gladdens Naked eyes in a way i canst not say. Radiant hope in his eyes shone bright To potter beside a beauty queen Whose eyes thrice brighter than light Fair like as sails of diamond hewn, Opalescent as robes of Sirius in the night Whilst decamping at the fall of dawn. Euphonious lullabies into her ear Mellifluously he didst sing and sing, For her to know she's all he did revere. A fair diadem unto her he did bring, For her to forevermore hold it dear Queen unto him she's, and him her King. But yonder stars in lone splendor Coveted him and the beauty queen, For her effulgence surpassed their luster That as passes a fiend with eyes unseen When the wind is hushed into slumber, So did spy upon 'em with eyes keen. Alas! As we all know naught lasts forever, The looming veils of night began to vade Whilst stars in a splendiferous cluster Upon celestial shores coyly didst wend; And his visage grew pale by dawns luster, For far off with his queen they'd eloped. ©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros, Los Angels, California, USA. 24th/09/2018

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* Melodious tides serenade along a foam dipped coast line, we drift as a single composed symphony, seduced by a pounding surf, its sensuous rhythm pulsates flooding our hearts, aching to collide in the tempo of a lone torrent’s embrace Scorching August passions seize the moonlit sand, palm tree shadows dance atop sultry weathered dunes of lemongrass and saw palmetto, on saltwater breezes moaning our names, mellifluously from a distant cantata's horizon Warm dark *** skin intoxicates, I stagger, lost in hypnotic topaz eyes, reflective pleadings of deeper desires sought, fingertips probe sun softened locks, nightshade tresses, mingling with a rippled surf as stardust illumines moist swollen lips, parted Harmonic waves wash atop entwined silhouettes nearing a crescendo, a pinnacle of pleasure, where secrets are revealed in half swallowed sighs on this coastal haven when voices sing in throaty whispers of impassioned ecstasy Now as heated breaths hover beneath the moon’s glowing stare we too build and recede, feeding our amorous desires as the fading night relinquishes its hold and dawn cracks the sky Our tide becomes one, our union remains unbroken, our love, eternally bound by the melody of the sea*

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Aug 5, 2016

Aug 5, 2016 at 7:03 PM UTC

Bound by the melody of the sea

* Melodious tides serenade along a foam dipped coast line, we drift as a single composed symphony, seduced by a pounding surf, its sensuous rhythm pulsates flooding our hearts, aching to collide in the tempo of a lone torrent’s embrace Scorching August passions seize the moonlit sand, palm tree shadows dance atop sultry weathered dunes of lemongrass and saw palmetto, on saltwater breezes moaning our names, mellifluously from a distant cantata's horizon Warm dark *** skin intoxicates, I stagger, lost in hypnotic topaz eyes, reflective pleadings of deeper desires sought, fingertips probe sun softened locks, nightshade tresses, mingling with a rippled surf as stardust illumines moist swollen lips, parted Harmonic waves wash atop entwined silhouettes nearing a crescendo, a pinnacle of pleasure, where secrets are revealed in half swallowed sighs on this coastal haven when voices sing in throaty whispers of impassioned ecstasy Now as heated breaths hover beneath the moon’s glowing stare we too build and recede, feeding our amorous desires as the fading night relinquishes its hold and dawn cracks the sky Our tide becomes one, our union remains unbroken, our love, eternally bound by the melody of the sea*

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A tranquil silence presides as night arrives and the moon begins to shine Wolves stand upon rocks in their thick grey locks and howl at twelve o’ clock An immutable drip from the precipitation slips and splashes upon a surface as does a tear that gracefully falls from the face with a purpose. Leaves occasionally rustle amongst themselves and the grass giggles The margins of my brain begin to echo eerily to the rhythm of nothing, like an acappella that is performed by a tone deaf woodpecker with no beak. Stargazer’s eyes become mystified as they stare at the sleeping sky watching the sea of stars twinkle to the beat of dead space. Crickets crick a hook like they are stuck on one being used as fishing bait A streaming river in the distance whistles a soothing, harmonious lull, and the biting wind whispers mellifluously just like a flute As closed eyes listen to an orchestra perform like that of a church, and midnight is when the service begins.

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Apr 1, 2013

Apr 1, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC

The Twelve o' Clock Rock

A tranquil silence presides as night arrives and the moon begins to shine Wolves stand upon rocks in their thick grey locks and howl at twelve o’ clock An immutable drip from the precipitation slips and splashes upon a surface as does a tear that gracefully falls from the face with a purpose. Leaves occasionally rustle amongst themselves and the grass giggles The margins of my brain begin to echo eerily to the rhythm of nothing, like an acappella that is performed by a tone deaf woodpecker with no beak. Stargazer’s eyes become mystified as they stare at the sleeping sky watching the sea of stars twinkle to the beat of dead space. Crickets crick a hook like they are stuck on one being used as fishing bait A streaming river in the distance whistles a soothing, harmonious lull, and the biting wind whispers mellifluously just like a flute As closed eyes listen to an orchestra perform like that of a church, and midnight is when the service begins.

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Oh, how strange the day That casts a shadow on my grave That I have dug in wickedness Through the flesh I have praised I've found the woe in all of this Yet in darkness I bathe my bones While I chain my neck to sins I stubbornly refuse to turn against Like a sweet apple from a tree I lust for the succulent taste Of a fleeting happiness of addiction That grasps my veins like ****** I've bonded myself to all the lies That I have whispered to my soul Each night as I stared into the stars And drifted to the hell inside my mind But in this place I found an angel That defended the death I claimed And I, like the vulnerable sheep Drank the words of all she said Like a glutinous fool I was quenched Until the morning came again And I woke upon the driest desert My soul shriveled to nothingness Yet I find somewhere within my spirit To fight against every ounce of me That keeps running to false desires In hopes to find the freedom I yearn I plead to be crippled from head to toe To fall on my knees for eternity Until I'm bruised and broken And my heart can breathe again When my lungs are filled with joy That sings mellifluously throughout And my eyes burn with passion Ignited by the purest of light And like an earthquake on land May my spirit be shaken violently Until the day I'm alive again Where my mind will blossom Like a field of flowers in the spring Where the birds hum their beauty And my thoughts are silenced While my flesh dances like the bees Oh, how beautiful this day will be When winter is quelled by the sun And every life is flourishing In the Truth that we all had lost

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Aug 9, 2015

Aug 9, 2015 at 7:50 PM UTC

Oh, how strange the day That casts a shadow on my grave That I have dug in wickedness Through the flesh I have praised I've found the woe in all of this Yet in darkness I bathe my bones While I chain my neck to sins I stubbornly refuse to turn against Like a sweet apple from a tree I lust for the succulent taste Of a fleeting happiness of addiction That grasps my veins like ****** I've bonded myself to all the lies That I have whispered to my soul Each night as I stared into the stars And drifted to the hell inside my mind But in this place I found an angel That defended the death I claimed And I, like the vulnerable sheep Drank the words of all she said Like a glutinous fool I was quenched Until the morning came again And I woke upon the driest desert My soul shriveled to nothingness Yet I find somewhere within my spirit To fight against every ounce of me That keeps running to false desires In hopes to find the freedom I yearn I plead to be crippled from head to toe To fall on my knees for eternity Until I'm bruised and broken And my heart can breathe again When my lungs are filled with joy That sings mellifluously throughout And my eyes burn with passion Ignited by the purest of light And like an earthquake on land May my spirit be shaken violently Until the day I'm alive again Where my mind will blossom Like a field of flowers in the spring Where the birds hum their beauty And my thoughts are silenced While my flesh dances like the bees Oh, how beautiful this day will be When winter is quelled by the sun And every life is flourishing In the Truth that we all had lost

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the air is heavy tonight and my heart is an anchor kissing the feet of my soul while my lungs begin to swell beneath the sea of my mind as the music rings in my ear mellifluously lingering reminding me of all the fish that swim within my spirit and feed upon my bones my hands tremor softly while my skin begins to ripple as my blood starts to rush my pulse like an african drum causing my thoughts to dance I sink into my bodies’ motion like a rock thrown into a river but I sway like a leaf falling in a somber mid october day the sounds embrace my head and as I come back to reality I see the hell I’ve known But I see the sun in the moon and hope to love once again

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Sep 27, 2015

Sep 27, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC

the embrace of sound, the restless spirit

the air is heavy tonight and my heart is an anchor kissing the feet of my soul while my lungs begin to swell beneath the sea of my mind as the music rings in my ear mellifluously lingering reminding me of all the fish that swim within my spirit and feed upon my bones my hands tremor softly while my skin begins to ripple as my blood starts to rush my pulse like an african drum causing my thoughts to dance I sink into my bodies’ motion like a rock thrown into a river but I sway like a leaf falling in a somber mid october day the sounds embrace my head and as I come back to reality I see the hell I’ve known But I see the sun in the moon and hope to love once again

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Now When It Comes... To Poetry That I’ve Written... It’s Written With A Rhythm... That Deals In Exorcisms... That Expose REALISM... !!! NOT Just Within My Thinking... But About Things In Our Vision... A Talent That’s God Given... !!! So Remember Folks... My Verse Is Meant... To Be Expressed... In Ways That Flow... So When You Read... Read It... RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Because Then You’ll See... How... MELLIFLUOUSLY... It Flows RHYTHMICALLY... And Should Really Sound Neat... Just Like A Sweet Symphony... !!! of Spoken Words... And Poetic Verse... That... When It’s Heard... Should Sound Like Birds... That Sound Rhythmically Complete... When They Choose To Tweet... Harmonically And Beautifully... !!! In The Morning Time... When They See Sunshine... It’s A Rhythmic Vibe... With Which I Write... Just Like Dark Knights... Whose Rhythm Fights... To... DENY Crimes... Like Poetic Lines.. I Write About Life... That CAN’T Be DENIED... !!! Because They REFLECT............. The Rhythms of STRESS... Fed By Governments... That Have Led To Protests... ... Time And Again... !!! So Their Rhythm Defends... Avoiding Pretence... And The Ignorance... That Now Has Spread... To World Continents... !!! By Those Known As FEDS’... Whose Rhythm Now Tends... To Plague Like Black Death... Did You Catch What I Said... ? Plague Like BLACK DEATH... !!! Because That’s A Line... With A Rhythm That Finds... ... Historical Ties... To The Loss of Life... !!! Because of Things That Left A Sting... Like Muhammad In The Ring... !!! Can You Hear The Ding Ding... I’m Just... JOKING... But It Is... NO JOKE... !!! The Way That My Words Flow... And... RHYTHMICALLY Show... That The Way That I Write... When Recited... RIGHT... SYNERGISES With Bass Lines... !!! Even When They’re Recorded... At... DIFFERENT Times... !!! Cos I’m A Spoken Word Guy... Whose Mind Is The Kind... With A Rhythm That Finds... Varieties... That RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Let My Poetry Breathe... Through Spoken Word Speech... That Flows EASILY... So Is Cool To Read... !!! It’s A Writing Technique... That’s Used By Emcees... Who Use Rhythms To Show... How Their Use of Words Flow... When It Comes To Live Shows... Where Their Vocals EXPLODE... With... Bass Lines In Tow... !!! While Mine Are The Type... To... STAND ALONE... !!! Because My Vocal Tones... Require... NO Notes... To SHATTER Mind Zones... With Rhythmic Quotes... That Whether Written Or Read... Are Rhythmically Bred... To Garner Respect... From The Type of Poets... Who Are Now Impressed... By My Writing Talents... !!! And The Rhythm With Which... I Connect My Lyrics... That Many Now Deem... To Be... EXQUISITE... !!! Because They Sound CLEAN..... When... VOCALLY... My Spoken Word Speech... Is Heard SONICALLY... !!! Cos’ I’m A Rhythmic Breed... ... MOST DEFINITELY... !!! So As I End... This Piece of Lyricism... Please DON'T FORGET... That It’s Built For Spitting... With Rhythmic PRECISION... !!! And To Also Be... HEARD... Because Words From Big Virge... Are The Type of Compositions... That Are Written With A UNIQUE... ... SIGNATURE... ....... “ Rhythm “.....

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Sep 27, 2021

Sep 27, 2021 at 9:47 PM UTC

'Rhythm' ... A Poem written by Big Virge 25/1/2021

Now When It Comes... To Poetry That I’ve Written... It’s Written With A Rhythm... That Deals In Exorcisms... That Expose REALISM... !!! NOT Just Within My Thinking... But About Things In Our Vision... A Talent That’s God Given... !!! So Remember Folks... My Verse Is Meant... To Be Expressed... In Ways That Flow... So When You Read... Read It... RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Because Then You’ll See... How... MELLIFLUOUSLY... It Flows RHYTHMICALLY... And Should Really Sound Neat... Just Like A Sweet Symphony... !!! of Spoken Words... And Poetic Verse... That... When It’s Heard... Should Sound Like Birds... That Sound Rhythmically Complete... When They Choose To Tweet... Harmonically And Beautifully... !!! In The Morning Time... When They See Sunshine... It’s A Rhythmic Vibe... With Which I Write... Just Like Dark Knights... Whose Rhythm Fights... To... DENY Crimes... Like Poetic Lines.. I Write About Life... That CAN’T Be DENIED... !!! Because They REFLECT............. The Rhythms of STRESS... Fed By Governments... That Have Led To Protests... ... Time And Again... !!! So Their Rhythm Defends... Avoiding Pretence... And The Ignorance... That Now Has Spread... To World Continents... !!! By Those Known As FEDS’... Whose Rhythm Now Tends... To Plague Like Black Death... Did You Catch What I Said... ? Plague Like BLACK DEATH... !!! Because That’s A Line... With A Rhythm That Finds... ... Historical Ties... To The Loss of Life... !!! Because of Things That Left A Sting... Like Muhammad In The Ring... !!! Can You Hear The Ding Ding... I’m Just... JOKING... But It Is... NO JOKE... !!! The Way That My Words Flow... And... RHYTHMICALLY Show... That The Way That I Write... When Recited... RIGHT... SYNERGISES With Bass Lines... !!! Even When They’re Recorded... At... DIFFERENT Times... !!! Cos I’m A Spoken Word Guy... Whose Mind Is The Kind... With A Rhythm That Finds... Varieties... That RHYTHMICALLY... !!! Let My Poetry Breathe... Through Spoken Word Speech... That Flows EASILY... So Is Cool To Read... !!! It’s A Writing Technique... That’s Used By Emcees... Who Use Rhythms To Show... How Their Use of Words Flow... When It Comes To Live Shows... Where Their Vocals EXPLODE... With... Bass Lines In Tow... !!! While Mine Are The Type... To... STAND ALONE... !!! Because My Vocal Tones... Require... NO Notes... To SHATTER Mind Zones... With Rhythmic Quotes... That Whether Written Or Read... Are Rhythmically Bred... To Garner Respect... From The Type of Poets... Who Are Now Impressed... By My Writing Talents... !!! And The Rhythm With Which... I Connect My Lyrics... That Many Now Deem... To Be... EXQUISITE... !!! Because They Sound CLEAN..... When... VOCALLY... My Spoken Word Speech... Is Heard SONICALLY... !!! Cos’ I’m A Rhythmic Breed... ... MOST DEFINITELY... !!! So As I End... This Piece of Lyricism... Please DON'T FORGET... That It’s Built For Spitting... With Rhythmic PRECISION... !!! And To Also Be... HEARD... Because Words From Big Virge... Are The Type of Compositions... That Are Written With A UNIQUE... ... SIGNATURE... ....... “ Rhythm “.....

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Thrown like ripples of a star From a dreamer's somber shade, I gazed about frisky birds afar In coats of blue, gold and red, And they sang: Sky maidens we, That dost float on high forever Atop vales, mountains and seas, Forests, and many a lonely river, Lets flap our gentle wings and wing Yonder the land of lofty mountains, Where dwelleth the mighty King In halls bedight with silvern fountains Beneath temples of burnished gold, Where golden run nectar streams, Where beauty by any bard yet to be told, Where leaves dewed by fair sun beams; In a realm where naught doth ever age, Where song birds croon loveliest lullabies In a realm where love is the language Unto all that walketh – unto all that flies. And from there we’ll fly nevermore But mellifluously whisper a paean To echo golden from shore to shore, Beauteously through many an eon.

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Oct 18, 2018

Oct 18, 2018 at 5:23 PM UTC

KikodinhoAlexandros

Drift To Elysium

Thrown like ripples of a star From a dreamer's somber shade, I gazed about frisky birds afar In coats of blue, gold and red, And they sang: Sky maidens we, That dost float on high forever Atop vales, mountains and seas, Forests, and many a lonely river, Lets flap our gentle wings and wing Yonder the land of lofty mountains, Where dwelleth the mighty King In halls bedight with silvern fountains Beneath temples of burnished gold, Where golden run nectar streams, Where beauty by any bard yet to be told, Where leaves dewed by fair sun beams; In a realm where naught doth ever age, Where song birds croon loveliest lullabies In a realm where love is the language Unto all that walketh – unto all that flies. And from there we’ll fly nevermore But mellifluously whisper a paean To echo golden from shore to shore, Beauteously through many an eon.

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We were two weird birds of the same feathers. One melancholy morning, you decided to break my wings. I reciprocated by poking holes in your chest. Our love felt mellifluously ephemeral. Like our favorite memory in a distant yesterday. We glide eloquently in elegance with no sense of direction. As you stained my cloudy skies with a craving for disparage lust.

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Jan 31, 2016

Jan 31, 2016 at 4:38 AM UTC

We were two weird birds of the same feathers. One melancholy morning, you decided to break my wings. I reciprocated by poking holes in your chest. Our love felt mellifluously ephemeral. Like our favorite memory in a distant yesterday. We glide eloquently in elegance with no sense of direction. As you stained my cloudy skies with a craving for disparage lust.

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The lake is so calm, it blows softly through our hearts, mellifluously.

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Oct 4, 2015

Oct 4, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC

henry-maurice-landemare

end of summer, fall coming

The lake is so calm, it blows softly through our hearts, mellifluously.

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Mellifluously I want one to bring me to stratum astronomy, One addicted, and Fond of me, amorphous to whence our bindings are implored!!!! I seek a hard working galore, a fantasy of children's Disney books, being two time crooks not caring for thine world around us.bond unshook! None derogatory, or spiteful, a light at night pools that cover us in indulgence secretly whispered!!! Increment's of lip splurs... A renaissance of our two legs locking in between the patterned bricks, all for replenishing and the I love you's and I love yous back!!! Our vocation to be made by ourn own tenet tout!!! No remorse, guilt nor doubt shall befall one another... Rustic in our nudeness!!! Saccharine I wish to find one to be, as our bodies will drop seed to grow another artist..prudence will be taken, Engraved, our names on the oak close by!! Two mystiques soo high off a love soo extreme!!! Peripheries handling our own, no electronics and no phone needed in our own garden!!! Magnanimous femme ,crosspathed sensai, I'm still waiting and its one hand strike til noon!!!!

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May 12, 2015

May 12, 2015 at 2:27 PM UTC

Havre ame soeur(soulmate haven-in french)

Mellifluously I want one to bring me to stratum astronomy, One addicted, and Fond of me, amorphous to whence our bindings are implored!!!! I seek a hard working galore, a fantasy of children's Disney books, being two time crooks not caring for thine world around us.bond unshook! None derogatory, or spiteful, a light at night pools that cover us in indulgence secretly whispered!!! Increment's of lip splurs... A renaissance of our two legs locking in between the patterned bricks, all for replenishing and the I love you's and I love yous back!!! Our vocation to be made by ourn own tenet tout!!! No remorse, guilt nor doubt shall befall one another... Rustic in our nudeness!!! Saccharine I wish to find one to be, as our bodies will drop seed to grow another artist..prudence will be taken, Engraved, our names on the oak close by!! Two mystiques soo high off a love soo extreme!!! Peripheries handling our own, no electronics and no phone needed in our own garden!!! Magnanimous femme ,crosspathed sensai, I'm still waiting and its one hand strike til noon!!!!

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summer enormously frail fringed and golden summer arguing with timidity with youth and tangled laughter gargling low streets strung lights mellifluously straddle amberly the nape of silently and beginning suddenly light over asphalt springs leaping the mountains over and SpLaSh!irides of 3 petals and 3 drooping sepals glow gently caressed at handless ********* white , . , .

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Mar 7, 2012

Mar 7, 2012 at 9:55 PM UTC

patrick-wakefield-1

summer enormously frail fringed and golden summer arguing with timidity with youth and tangled laughter gargling low streets strung lights mellifluously straddle amberly the nape of silently and beginning suddenly light over asphalt springs leaping the mountains over and SpLaSh!irides of 3 petals and 3 drooping sepals glow gently caressed at handless ********* white , . , .

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Not that i claimed to have really known u back then cause even then i had not the slightest clue but theres still something about u i tend to defend ..that simplistically complex creative beautiful truth Enigmatic at many times, but not frighten instead keen magnetic with my smile some may even call it incomprehensible obscene Fraudulent but fragile for i love and hate at once mellifluously i beg for my own sanity My mind, my heart disputatious ...lacking complete clarity Still i feel as though i knew me better then in comparison to now awe-inspiring, and inexplicably My distorted distracted me is wowed For ive come to realize i know me less today this person ive turned out to be... nothing short of decay ...Contemptibly delighted to say is me

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May 31, 2014

May 31, 2014 at 5:58 AM UTC

cristina-gonzalez

Not that i claimed to have really known u back then cause even then i had not the slightest clue but theres still something about u i tend to defend ..that simplistically complex creative beautiful truth Enigmatic at many times, but not frighten instead keen magnetic with my smile some may even call it incomprehensible obscene Fraudulent but fragile for i love and hate at once mellifluously i beg for my own sanity My mind, my heart disputatious ...lacking complete clarity Still i feel as though i knew me better then in comparison to now awe-inspiring, and inexplicably My distorted distracted me is wowed For ive come to realize i know me less today this person ive turned out to be... nothing short of decay ...Contemptibly delighted to say is me

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Light danced across the hardwood floor of her irises, reflecting deep rays of brown, fire-painted oak wood into the absorbing glass of his sea-foam green, windowframe eyes. A now forgotten word was mellifluously sung; curtains leaden with longing were reluctantly drawn. The luminous sun then ceased to hang canvases of oak and sea on their abstractive walls, diverging instead to displays murals of perspective into the windowpanes of distant eyes. Then, like black and white keys being poignantly pressed by the fluency of fingertips, the edges of their eloquent lips began to touch

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Feb 7, 2014

Feb 7, 2014 at 5:33 AM UTC

Jonathan-E-Williams

Scenes from the First, Last Kiss.

Light danced across the hardwood floor of her irises, reflecting deep rays of brown, fire-painted oak wood into the absorbing glass of his sea-foam green, windowframe eyes. A now forgotten word was mellifluously sung; curtains leaden with longing were reluctantly drawn. The luminous sun then ceased to hang canvases of oak and sea on their abstractive walls, diverging instead to displays murals of perspective into the windowpanes of distant eyes. Then, like black and white keys being poignantly pressed by the fluency of fingertips, the edges of their eloquent lips began to touch

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A memory flows voices, mellifluous tones carols, on Christmas Skipping and humming mellifluously, she continued down the sidewalk till I could no longer hear The orchestra reached into my heart touched my mind and very being with mellifluous music Maneuvering mellifluous whispers directing me, breathy in my ear sending me higher with excitement extending me to my full potential

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Sep 30, 2016

Sep 30, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC

A Mellifluous Collection

A memory flows voices, mellifluous tones carols, on Christmas Skipping and humming mellifluously, she continued down the sidewalk till I could no longer hear The orchestra reached into my heart touched my mind and very being with mellifluous music Maneuvering mellifluous whispers directing me, breathy in my ear sending me higher with excitement extending me to my full potential

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All I wanted was for the music to remind me of you not of my heartbreaks, my pain, my doubts, my stupidity. All I wanted was for the rhythm to flow mellifluously along the beat of my heart as it synchs with yours. All I wanted was for the beat to move me along just as how you did when you first tugged my hand (and eventually, my heart) All I wanted was for the notes to make me think of your voice just before we fall asleep and immediately after we wake. (Is it possible to lose the ear for the tune of your favourite song?) All I wanted was for the pieces to fit back to its jigsaw where it (rightfully should and) used to be, but how is that? When every song in my storage reminds me of the failed last act we did and never had the courage to actually fix?

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Jul 21, 2014

Jul 21, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC

All I wanted was for the music to remind me of you not of my heartbreaks, my pain, my doubts, my stupidity. All I wanted was for the rhythm to flow mellifluously along the beat of my heart as it synchs with yours. All I wanted was for the beat to move me along just as how you did when you first tugged my hand (and eventually, my heart) All I wanted was for the notes to make me think of your voice just before we fall asleep and immediately after we wake. (Is it possible to lose the ear for the tune of your favourite song?) All I wanted was for the pieces to fit back to its jigsaw where it (rightfully should and) used to be, but how is that? When every song in my storage reminds me of the failed last act we did and never had the courage to actually fix?

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She & he & she spoke mellifluously. Over prolonged seconds of wasted moments, he planted a daisy in his youthful garden as each day progressed which marked a patient reminder of his love for her. On one dollorous scarified day, she screamed whispers and banter and everything gory at the pinnacle of her lungs, which admonished and ripped every daisy by the root from his secret garden of adoration. Of her. All that was left was nothingness. She & he & she spoke mellifluously. She proclaimed her love for him over strained vocal chords. And the one neglected daisy that was left in the wreckage and toil remained alive. That's what his love was. A singular heartbeat that still beat for her, A ventricle of his heart where he kept the locket which tell the stories of their memories together & her. Alive.

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Aug 27, 2015

Aug 27, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC

She & he & she spoke mellifluously. Over prolonged seconds of wasted moments, he planted a daisy in his youthful garden as each day progressed which marked a patient reminder of his love for her. On one dollorous scarified day, she screamed whispers and banter and everything gory at the pinnacle of her lungs, which admonished and ripped every daisy by the root from his secret garden of adoration. Of her. All that was left was nothingness. She & he & she spoke mellifluously. She proclaimed her love for him over strained vocal chords. And the one neglected daisy that was left in the wreckage and toil remained alive. That's what his love was. A singular heartbeat that still beat for her, A ventricle of his heart where he kept the locket which tell the stories of their memories together & her. Alive.

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I take it back... there's at least one thing to see and hear in the Varrio on my block..... Eli the poet who's 10 times been shot. His philosophy resounds with me and I must give him credit for at least two or three. . . Pearls of wisdom that Mellifluously flew from his mouth... inspired by something deep in his soul that had to come out which my hand snatched from his air to pencil as poetry and to all of you reroute

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Aug 27, 2018

Aug 27, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC

I take it back... there's at least one thing to see and hear in the Varrio on my block..... Eli the poet who's 10 times been shot. His philosophy resounds with me and I must give him credit for at least two or three. . . Pearls of wisdom that Mellifluously flew from his mouth... inspired by something deep in his soul that had to come out which my hand snatched from his air to pencil as poetry and to all of you reroute

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The first breath of autumn mellifluously on the wings of a ravenous wind decides to love all it simply misses that love is not a decision but a feeling Thus, the loving act of devastation 11/06/2015

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Nov 7, 2015

Nov 7, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC

Decimating Love

The first breath of autumn mellifluously on the wings of a ravenous wind decides to love all it simply misses that love is not a decision but a feeling Thus, the loving act of devastation 11/06/2015

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when i met you, i said goodbye. it was a process but your soft embrace opened the doors to me. opened the doors to be closed to the rest. we are morphous small creatures. we melted together and then apart. 7 works ok cool i have been thinking about memorials a lot recently. the endings of eras. the constitutions of hearts and heartbreaks. a memorial to the closeness once felt with family. a memorial of a love that was once so strong. i have already said goodbye to my heart— buried it under raw, cold ground. it’s ****** pumps slowing down and spurting mellifluously. sweet waif of a heart. i have already said goodbye to my heart. but i can’t seem to say goodbye to you. (are we done//am i done for)

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Nov 23, 2014

Nov 23, 2014 at 10:36 AM UTC

when i met you, i said goodbye. it was a process but your soft embrace opened the doors to me. opened the doors to be closed to the rest. we are morphous small creatures. we melted together and then apart. 7 works ok cool i have been thinking about memorials a lot recently. the endings of eras. the constitutions of hearts and heartbreaks. a memorial to the closeness once felt with family. a memorial of a love that was once so strong. i have already said goodbye to my heart— buried it under raw, cold ground. it’s ****** pumps slowing down and spurting mellifluously. sweet waif of a heart. i have already said goodbye to my heart. but i can’t seem to say goodbye to you. (are we done//am i done for)

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