"polychrome" poems
Bathed in sunshine,
thy tint,
so polychrome, so fragile,
rode on the wind.
No perpetual apex,
only the awing moment.
Holding just a slender assurance,
you explore the ends of heavens;
yet only a trace of lingering,
exceeds the lifetime liberties.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 3:08 PM UTC
The sky was a cornflower
and the trees heavy
with birdsong
air fragrant with freshness
cooling the silk of my bare
heat rising from my
skin in shades of
tropical
morning pond
oasis of damp promise
teeming with life
under surface
mini color-popped creatures
humming with
fluorescent vitality
fronds reaching out
in an aquatic dance
nourishing the gateway
to inner organs
with sweet
vitamin love
as a trip of
buzzing, faintly heard
opens into my brainwave
revitalizing
cleaning out toxicity
pushing out
words that lower
self-worth
bringing up subconscious
potions of power
harmonious with the new,
embryonic fluid of clear
reaching deep
into corners of
brittle heartdust
And my lotus soul opens
a small glowing orb
expanding in polychrome prisms
to the glory of
aurora-tipped streaks
as straight into
my aching heart
the quenching dawn
speaks
My thirst slaked by
nature's mantra,
I now stand waist-deep
into grounded
and heavenly clarity,
feeling water lilies bloom
between my thighs
as I take the occasion
to pick up the pieces
where my soul
left off
and despite all odds,
arise
May 31, 2017
May 31, 2017 at 12:04 AM UTC
50:53
Strobe
when revealing a smile variegated
your polychrome
soul within sight
does not know where to go but to pine away
from the single light to touch
the innards of your button-down
making intimate the body contorts dancing with another
a minute past a gyratory
if belief is a grave: let stasis be metamorphosis.
this rained-on house will not give way any minute
else there is the wreckage springing from a singular
hiding behind the music ballasting ground
and from a convinced consequence of being
became fracture as if salacious to withdraw nothing but noise
from the quiet or vice versa. If when breaths were postponed, inert – they will
start estimates from outside
the neon sign that says Pulse and reimagine the lives when divorced
from the daily, and is then summarized
in a fusillade. When on the ground
they must have been dreaming of wings, or falling asleep
constantly with a warm body stranger tomorrow in that evening
a contingent
this place they have not reached yet against their head
said it was the most sincere of blankness at any given rate,
when movements statistical, numbered, unwarranted like a metaphor
or a glib downpour – the aftermath
becomes sleep so tender with a dream which resonates
They must have been dreaming of wings but by the time when someone
waiting for them
inside homes, they have already flown into days.
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 10:23 AM UTC
Innocence and purity
The cream-colored concoction of vanilla
Love and affection
The saccharine sentimental pink of strawberry
Sophistication and maturity
The beautiful, breath-taking silky brown of chocolate
Passion and lust
The fiery fervent flame of cherry
Happiness and joy
The dazzling yellow of lemon like a ray of sunshine
The various flavors of the human life
Like those of a birthday cake
Each piece made of those very same flavors
But ultimately different from any other
Bold baker who combines creamy concoctions to savor
The harmonious rays radiating from sunlight’s daily greeting
Parallel your yearning for vibrancy and unity
Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla flavors occupy your platter
While the sun’s polychrome glow birthed from its own palette
Nov 6, 2011
Nov 6, 2011 at 5:57 AM UTC
Je danse au milieu des miracles
Mille soleils peints sur le sol
Mille amis Mille yeux ou monocles
M'illuminent de leurs regards
Pleurs du pétrole sur la route
Sang perdu depuis les hangars
Je saute ainsi d'un jour à l'autre
Rond polychrome et plus joli
Qu'un paillasson de tir ou l'âtre
Quand la flamme est couleur du vent
Vie ô paisible automobile
Et le joyeux péril de courir au devant
Je brûlerai du feu des phares.
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They flurry fashion clad around him,
Bashed and bumped he is upon his knees,
Nought but an obstacle to their purpose,
Just mechanised utilitarian’s ****** into abstraction.
The mishap stagger jounces loose a depth,
A profundity in a shallow weakened him,
His hollow cavern caves into consciousness,
To behold thumping polychrome dances of light.
The wash of sludge slinks down his hands,
In the puddle on the mid of his legs he gapes,
It is a fall of falls to end his deaden tumble,
As he stands he knows not what next to do.
He had death marched his life to a timber box,
Crafted career, projected home for expected wife and child,
He weighs an unlike life of who knows what,
Just not this one where he supposed he was alive.
Wind begs for his tie and so he lets it free,
Looks to the looming tower block prison,
Through the militia of totalitarian drones,
He runs and he runs and he runs.
Through the bustling paves he is a sketched dash,
It is the most paramount of hurries he’d ever began,
His heart flourished as he saw not where he was going,
Knowing only that he would not ever reoccur.
Sep 15, 2013
Sep 15, 2013 at 10:01 PM UTC
Verdant and lush cliffs of green,
Tangled ivy and hyacinth,
Living brushstrokes paint a scene,
Bright and peaceful labyrinth,
Sweet scent wafting in the breeze,
Reflected light crowns each swell,
Sapphiric hues swirl the seas,
Cobalt depths where shadows dwell,
Granite peaks with greyscale shroud,
Icy peaks where snowflakes fall,
Silent glaciers cloaked in cloud,
Titans tower over all,
Maple, oak, and evergreen,
Dancing sway with nature song,
Lusher robes than kings have seen,
Vines and willows ever long.
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 10:59 PM UTC
the trees stand against a saturated blue
all is calm but for a while
then the world is strange
a fire of color consumes
orange does not make it typical
trees of all but natural color neither brown or green but polychrome
life is void thus far
then it is formed
but is ordinary
a wolf is born it's howl causing ripples on a harsh surrealism
an eagle
screeching the silence apart
nothingness fills a void of what was already lacking
the colors do not fade but are commanded
for in the void the eagle flies
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 12:08 AM UTC
THAT in my fever while sanity has escaped by baluster
i continue to gaze in daze across the sea of white-
capped madness
Each o-shaped mouth
Each Black-bead eye
and all the ears
all the chins
teeth
speak an infinite story of nothing but sadness.
And within the orchestral pit finely dressed musicians
they shed b-flat note tears; their mannequin powder-white
skin a color of pink's sunsetting murmur.
Simply, the true story is off stage toward this
improbable army audience; the finely carved polychrome
citizens start to move; half-bodied and more alive
than the flesh-kingdom.
Last night. Last night i felt.
That one's life can be as real as one's imagination
if you sinerely wish it.
:: 08-23-2018 ::
Sep 1, 2018
Sep 1, 2018 at 11:01 PM UTC
*eyelashes like butterflies
her smiles felt like a slippery aqueous
tongue around tender pink ****
milk lover
she cut a curving line through desolations heart
her souls eminence
red lipped and smooth
her *** a bomb
shattering my heart
like splintered crystal
there is only her
beggar for naked kisses
she swayed her hips
like a fish net hammock
oh summer afternoon wind
beguiled
i licked her warm musk ***
mauve slicked mouth
pink light
her seeds thick
so grateful
thanking god
who knew darkness
could be such a blessing
liberating souls
reconstituted psyches
spins the world
Valhalla
tender ******* bruised
weeping undulations
eager for bleeding
arches
polychrome
rainbows paradise
drunken angels copulating
on silver clouds
ravishing dreams
her **** my refuge
her warm belly caress
adorations scandalous
bent on knees
in worship
every tender
brush of the lips
a prayer
foot kissing
love slave
he is
hers always*
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
Ma maîtresse, mon esclave, ma sans-rivale
Mon bienheureuse et peureuse idole
Mon biscuit, mon aphrodisiaque
Je chante aujourd'hui pour toi l'hybride
Le tout-monde, le divers
Je sais que tu trembles
A ce seul nom évoqué
Hybride
Mais en même temps il t'attire et te bouleverse
Il t'attise, il te brûle, il te prend, il te chavire
Il est multiple céramique polychrome
Il est faïence, il est glaise
Il est ombre, il t'assombre
Il est tout et toute et son contraire:
Il est pudique
De porcelaine et majolique impudique
Sublimé par l'émail, l'or et le zinc de tes fantasmes.
L'hybride idole te gouverne
Comme les astres et les lignes de ta main
Il t'oblige !
Hybride oblige !
Tu es chat et Ganesha
Eléphante et hippocampe,
Opaque et translucide
Exempte de toute déchirure,
Gerçure et boursouflure
Parfaite et vicieusement fatale
Blanche et noire et bleue
Musicale et cacophonique
Genghis Khan et Décébale
Tu es relecture antique et moderne
Mystique réincarnation des idoles
Mythiques
Et le masque de sourires malicieux que tu t'es approprié
Est un tableau vivant des hybridoles
Mi dragon mi ange
Mi vamp mi vampire
Qui tournoient en ton sang
Qui nagent dans tes eaux
Et te pourlèchent les lèvres de leur semence érotique.
Tu es Napoléon et Francesca de Rimini
Revus et corrigés par le lit de Jocuste,
Centaure aux vulve et verge mêlées
Livrant au Divin Matador
Queue et oreilles.
Forêt vierge jamais pénétrée
Dans son Saint des Saints
Par la verve de l'oeil du cyclone de Pharaon.
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 4:17 AM UTC
One who hesitates to write,
Fearful of inability or judgement,
Possesses a naked notebook page,
Barren of courageous creativity
And lush inscribed splendor.
Take heed;
A passive, sedated spirit is merely destined
To be shattered by deriding winds.
To those who doubt themselves,
I say to you...
Soar beyond the constraints of
Hesitation’s wary piloting
And let your confidence take the wheel.
Pry open the rusted seals that
Guard your creative vaults
And let words escape ebulliently
From within.
See them smack the air,
Splinter into polychrome droplets,
And descend daintily to the Earth,
Quenching the thirst of the arid, gray,
Soil,
Rendering the colorful bloom
Of the imagination.
And if you are to be so fortunate,
A few stray droplets may fall off course,
And land delicately onto your naked notebook page,
Dressing it in vibrant, lavish
Poetry.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 5:02 PM UTC
Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome
See now Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome
Three celebrants mitred with golden light
And vested in pillar, temple, and dome
They lift life’s elements in sacred rite:
Jerusalem the Wild, where prophets sing
Athens the Reasoner, amid her vines
Rome, the Giver of Laws, whose trumpets ring:
All send us civilization through wonders and signs
In faith and form and word and polychrome -
See now Jerusalem, Athens, and Rome
Jun 24, 2017
Jun 24, 2017 at 5:08 PM UTC