"potently" poems
Enchanted by spring’s
rustling whispers
... whistles swirl
in the pungent springtime breeze;
steeped with a bedazzling
cadence
heart dancing
to a hummingbird’s
whirs
waves of breath,
of little wings waft,
whooshing throughout
twining honeysuckle lattice
a
tiny manger
beset of hidden gold
precious speckled eggs,
silver lining of smallest hopes
fruits of fruition
continuum beheld prize,
concealed in interwoven rootlets;
potently perfumed flowers
while away
the waning dark hours;
swollen full flower moon
waxing yellow,..
heavenly fragrance
sweetly-scented suckled nectar
the one with eyes of a child,
wonder ― hidden inside,
marvel in the light of grateful eyes
imbibing an unholdable moment's
spellbinding elixir
... poetry alive
air so poignantly perfumed
with blossom
moonstruck
by spring’s frolicking cadency
a reverent moment's
edifying intoxication
a sobering beauty that just is...
someone ... May 2017
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
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Fatherless broods, whose mothers hoped for change
Fight the law, abort their restoration;
Attack, burn, riot… consider nothing strange
Extorting payout from their host nation.
Fatherhood, dark elephant in the room,
Denigrated, dissed by baby-mamas
In his absence, speaks potently of doom
(Apparently blessed by both Obamas…)
***** donation, filling the wombs with child,
Disorganized communities, off-course
Guarantee police work when thugs run wild.
With marriage faltering in the race: lame horse.
Inhuman nature being what it is
Be careful who you shoot—and hold your ****
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 9:32 AM UTC
Somewhere in the realms
between transcendence
and desire
where the power of change
always takes us higher
there walks a poetess,
who writes in spirit's muse
her words curling up and out,
wisps of smoke
in celestial hues
She walks slowly
through the heavens
bringing down
slices of enchanted spells
and we can feel the pull
of her grounding chants
right down to
our very cells
Her words reflect the workings
of a potently spiritual mind
connected to emotions
in a binding so divine,
into darkest ocean depths
she brings forth points of light
and wherever she steps
no matter where she goes
one feels her soul, so bright
as it lifts us up into the spheres
of music and words,
spiraling in whorls
where dust
and magic merge
and as she walks through green,
through mountains, rivers, forest
her essence often glows
in heat and coolness,
in rush of creative flow
And yes, while we feel
this journey, these seeds
being so beautifully sown
we can take those
words of wisdom
and apply them
as our own
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
heart turned as heavy as metal
sinking down, it's an uncanny battle
stomach twisting, can you feel it contort?
someone once said that life's a contest of sorts
I've created stories patented for myself
yet they still belong to somebody else
I've found love in nooks and crannies
only for it to be ripped away potently
with confidence, I'll make my move
only to be checkmated with crude
I'll pack my belongings in a metal crater
my head's been submerged underwater
chlorine stains the tips of my hair
I close my eyes and she's not even there
the crowd thinks that they might know her
scream the chorus, play the player
when will you see that the glass's been shattered?
she's viewing herself through minuscule scatters
do you not see that her head's a mess?
she's losing the strive, won't be the best
history is repeating
can you feel the wind?
cold as ice
while she's paper-thin
they drag me out of the pool
unwillingly, I go
the men are worried
the women don't show
the poison burns like fuel and fire
life's a train, it's advancing forward
I imagine myself walking through compartments
everyone's now in a different department
Aug 16, 2024
Aug 16, 2024 at 1:43 PM UTC
Listen with ears attuned and you will hear the sound of silence
For in there, waves sail forth in translucent nothingness
hear the smimmering vibes of ethereal energy sublime
the magnificent quiet of a heartbeat resonating
In imperceptible pristine rhythm precise
The Creator's Divine Presence manifests.
In perfect ambiance the perfect eyes beyond universal gazes sees
limitless panorama of the majesty of pious supreme desires
The ultimate Maker in His Domain beyond Supreme
The awe-inspiring mysteries yet potently visible
Incomparable Masterpieces, Omnipotent's smiles
The Creator,s Divine Presence visions all.
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Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 3:42 AM UTC
Oh, sweet Dianne, Huntress,
How ****** steps do bless
These very woods through which you give your chase.
Wearied now, so wish to lave
In your spring off the way.
To there she did repair, her holy place.
Actaeon, hunter too,
Left his friends, oft did do,
To run with his dogs, his skill was unmatched.
The same it was that day,
With his friends back a way
The beginnings of Actaeon's doom hatched.
So it was that noble
Actaeon did stumble
Upon fair Dianne attended within
Guarded by handmaidens
But her face un-hidden
The sight of which, Actaeon's final sin.
"Go and tell, if you can,
That you have seen Dianne
Unapparelled!" she added as water,
So potently bless-ed,
In his face was dash-ed.
Actaeon a stag, form she did alter.
"Ah! So wretched is me!"
No escape did he see
As the great hunter became the hunted.
And his dogs now gave chase
Knowing not his new face,
Run, Actaeon! Your life yet stunted!
The chase gave for three days,
Greatest, worthy of praise,
Till Actaeon's poor heart did finally
Break, now unto his fall
To the dogs he did call.
Actaeon's death, as a stag he did see.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 11:56 PM UTC
Navy blue marble mornings,
Still clinging to the shiver of darkness.
Aching in my fingers and ears
Evidencing the zephyr's unkind caress.
An oppressive silence devouring cars and footsteps,
Pets and conversation.
Yet it is embraced, the stillness a balm,
Lending wise council within the maelstrom of thought.
Remarkably conducting the chaos into a concerto.
City stars keeping a staccato beat on the horizon,
A silent purpose statement in the ebb of the valley.
Ay, there's the rub.
How does one free the oppressed who are convinced they are free?
Like elephants bound in twine,
They are potently capable,
Needing only to see past sin's ostentatious facade.
But like the caged bird, they celebrate premature freedom.
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 7:21 PM UTC
The shadowy wall potently pays
Tribute to an open door.
Because the door will know
How to shut itself,
While the wall is just
A bean stalk with the gift
Of making a bit
Of shadow.
The low witch would walk
Distinctly away
from the Concrete bean stalk
As the wall would burn
And the shadow would turn
The witch's own shadow
Into a mice meadow.
And the witch hates mice
When throwing the dice
On the shadowy floor
Of the room with no door,
With no lock
To the dock
Where the concrete bean stalk
Has popped.
So the witch stays away
From the mice and the hay
Of her meadow-growing
Steps of annoying
Rhymes yours truly
Has made to undress
A reader's curiosity.
Sep 30, 2017
Sep 30, 2017 at 5:28 AM UTC
26 letters make words.
And if you find the right words,
You can form the right sentences.
And if you can manage to form the right sentences,
to make the best phrases,
you have made paragraphs.
And if you have enough paragraphs,
you turn them into 26 poems.
26 poems
telling 26 different stories
about the same buried feelings
That sometimes come out to play
The feelings within
That the lies have set in
With their power of desire and pain.
There is nothing left to gain
because gaining means experience
and I don't want to experience
events that will lead to the emotions
that I need to translate into
a flow of words
with a potently beautiful rhythm.
But,
I feel nothing
No combination of 26 letters
no words,
no phrases,
nothing can achieve the feeling
of this darkness.
Apr 10, 2013
Apr 10, 2013 at 12:58 PM UTC
If I could go.
I wonder if I actually would.
The anticipation that dances through my veins may be confronted with fear when my moment finally appears.
If I could go,
I’d jump.
Expecting to never hit the ground,
Expecting to soar higher than the clouds can float and be lighter than the weight of sound.
Heaven bound.
If I could go. . .
I’d let my heart take the lead of me
Lead me into the jungle of uncertainties.
And use it as my sword cutting through the tyranny of my enemies.
Shielding me with dignity.
Conquering all conspiracies.
If I could go.
I’d hope to take with me every misfortune I’d previously encountered.
Every anchor that I’ve accidentally let drag me into a river of stabilization
And have unwilling empowered.
The morals and blessings that have followed them
And the wisdom of which I was then showered.
If I could go,
You’d catch me running herculean towards my core.
You’d hear my heart pounding ferociously like African drums
Feet banging the concrete like the crackles of thunder.
Breathe rapid and heavy as I move fiercely like a panther through the dark.
Leaving behind only my tracks and my roar.
My desire to be free and sole would burn behind me and linger in the air potently.
If I could go,
If I could go,
If only.
Feb 15, 2013
Feb 15, 2013 at 3:21 AM UTC
A woman stands with her dearest flame
as he looks towards a view of deeper high seas
with his eyes brightening in their pale blue colors
while the pearly foam touches their feet,
pairs of hands touch one another in a silent coveting
for an hour of rest to last till they never part in their
heavenly altar, indeed, chords may toll for an opera of
the cosmos, although he still meets her sight
with his fervor in rise as carnations in waking gleam in
slower motion whilst their gardens of tenderness
come alive amongst the wastelands in a way that
is potently lucid and enchanting.
May 1, 2025
May 1, 2025 at 4:09 PM UTC
the pumpkin carriage
floats across wet cobblestone
a vision in white
as light rolls in bands
across its passenger's cheek
a play of presence
and absence. She has
a new corporeal style
a magic dress
what she lacks is
potently invisible
splendour manifest
ball guests assume that
her organizing principle
must be quite regal
including that prince
on whom the strategy works well
he is enchanted
But history’s cruel
royal blood and mop water
are never to mix
when boundaries fail
a bright princess in rags
is polluted indeed
Servant life’s rough but
Actually she’d liked the rats
They’d sung together
so Cinderella
though she looks resplendent
may not fit in well
she’ll look around
at the ladies of the court
carefully because
her dress suggests
a dream which she should try her
hardest to make real
Jan 4, 2017
Jan 4, 2017 at 4:59 PM UTC
Tears invited by recollection,
Brush a silhouette upon cheeks.
Moment's revisited introspection,
Complexities of the heart do not always speak.
Inner beauty’s overflowing can’t be allayed,
Life’s bittersweet, ever potently displayed.
PFL
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:52 AM UTC
Its come to everything that's more broken,
and potently its not only the world,
that makes one lessen their self esteem.
Sep 25, 2015
Sep 25, 2015 at 4:48 AM UTC
I See that you have found me,
hiding in plain sight
oh bitter taste of uncertainty
burning through the night
I See that you have found me,
rattling in my head
casting shadows
rippling over words unsaid
I See you now,
looking down so potently
your intent like daggers
penetrating effortlessly
I See clearly now,
my eyes open wide
ambition raging
fueled by pride
My skin thick,
my voice in uproar
for what you now see
is uncertain no more.
Mar 4, 2016
Mar 4, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
Þis world ain’t so vast and different
From þose found in what’s written
We write grand and tremendous of all þings
Þat we’ve imagined and delved deeply
to try oh so potently tu give revealing
Yet when we look about and just see unobscured and clearly
Unperceiving and wiðout þinking
Giving þe world its chance to speak frankly
It’ll display tragic n pretty
for you n me þose þings most true
Beyond suggestion ann interpreting
Just simply incessant beauty
in an unceasing locomotion
Aug 11, 2020
Aug 11, 2020 at 4:44 AM UTC
What happended to the days of passion,
Feverish desires to conquer the inconquerable,
Ideas that were potently viral, splitting your being,
Or kisses and letters stolen from paradise.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 6:50 AM UTC
Choking
Words clot in my throat
Scrambled
My brain can't remember what it wrote
Anxious
My heart is on its last leg
Broken
My soul lost its will to beg.
What a lesson that I did learn
Everyone is an angel until it's their turn
A way is a wall when the waves break the ground
Life is a lesson where your way up is down
Apple
Picked potently poisoned
Love
A chosen way to be sentenced
Sin
Sweet mercy, where'd you ever go
Lesson
learned for a point for dependence.
Oct 24, 2019
Oct 24, 2019 at 12:34 PM UTC