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"rhythmed" poems
. On the wings of adventure and channel planned visions In bonafide pockets with envelopes streaming When sidewalk dividers, the colors of sunset bring peace to the valley, now penned in a post card           “…wish you were here” And bricks line the mansion with cats in the garden, alongside the seashells and beaches we’ll wander I look to the sunshine to see its reflection upon your sweet features, your beauty it holds me           “Vacation photographs cannot do justice” In rhythmed oasis of sweet waters churning and moments we’re seeking in all we are wanting With shadows behind us as we go out walking to love every minute adventures are flying           “We find that our dreams lead us on our journey” I follow the smiles, that don’t belong to me of hot seasoned concrete and t-shirts emblazoned With images captured, yet still fashioned frowning, until you arrive and my heart swims the shoreline           “My vacation destination is your heart” Feathered dunes outline finding the side streets amazing, hibiscus and bougainvillea and fragrances swaying When every sunrise does find you here with me, of bright painted post cards and moments eternal           “We shall forever live in love…”
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Mar 4, 2015
Mar 4, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
Bright painted postcards
In The Nite Kisses under the moonlite Creating shadows in the darknite Singing Luvsongs after the Sunlite Rhythmed on the sounds of beings of this nite Clinging unto memories of all nites Whistling tunes echoed before the Sunlite Speaking to the unseen images of the sacred lite Humming truluv’s music for all nites Sequenced along the sound of this guitarist Making sweetluv under the Starlite Holding unto cleavages of my naked site Kissing goodbye to the full lite Wishing you the best of the daylite Till we see again In the nite
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Nov 29, 2012
Nov 29, 2012 at 11:58 AM UTC
In the Nite
the Thursday's I couldn't find myself pretense has all but run to single syllables darting away from the light as if scalded   all along and all along you knew didn't you new again instantaneous instantiation insta fren listen 'gain verbs reign lift this part up with your falling fear of naught but full enough of listen under look
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Jun 6, 2023
Jun 6, 2023 at 8:16 PM UTC
Weakly Rhythmed
The lives we cross unknowing The green-grass paths they wayfare, Fables of fays and fiends unspoken Truths belonging to entities of matter, Flesh bones a body, rhythmed by breath A heartbeat, pumps red juices carrying Cleansing oxygen through tireless veins To a brain, synapses creating thoughts Interpreting, nervous sensations only Tempered by hormonal roller coasters As we defy, the mystic and attempt To make sense of our existence beyond The astonishing complex husk leisurely, Deteriorating in time as we blow on candles Grasping indeed there is far more inside, A microcosm endeavouring to reconcile With an all-pervasive Universe encompassing As stars fall before our eyes, chronic sunrise, Twirling incessantly without ever feeling Dizzy, dazed by questions sparkling intuitively As we struggle with the limits of earthly Confinement, the green-grass paths we wayfare, Health impediments, mental distortions, Quarrelling with our fellow adventurers Our frustrations, neglecting to acknowledge The fays lifting us up whilst unpredictable Fiends bid to crush when unexpectedly Unfathomable interior strength unites Us through experience a succession Of collective errors misinterpretations Aware however that we will endure, Evolve to reach our highest potentials For a unique welfare granted to all Creatures, as we set course into the vastness Of bewilderment, inexplicable space, Omnific unfurling home to humanity And all the breaths within.
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Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
The fays lifting us up
Sing words; that the body of time Gives to eloquent mind it's due, Sing words; the creation of bones that The body's own day shines through. Sing time; that the world not catch fire While we're treading it's rhythmed core, Sing time; that your lies and your ages Are the sign of a closing door. Sing bones; we'll put up a big stone To show you when your last days are done, Sing bones; and your loved ones will gaze At that last place you lost the sun.
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Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 5:25 PM UTC
Notes From Your Opus
came a day and it was autumn green ran to where summer went yellow and crimson turned grey covered the world in cold winds thus, midday on thursday a day the sun burst through intermittently making autumn look beautiful when down fluttered the prettiest gold leaf right beside me said hello I stuttered a leaf is mute. the tree that sent her to me said no, you are just out of tune. Keeping time, then with the old tree I rhymed rhythmed played on autumns breeze. I woke up then to see, I had fallen fast asleep and it was winter.
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Sep 1, 2015
Sep 1, 2015 at 7:08 AM UTC
Thursday
Shallow breaths now  woven     intervening                         between those occasions where lips disconnect momentarily. Smiles greet the gazes of the others. Palms are like gentle                               rain                                      drops on each others chest, hearing each others rhythmed emotions blend to the others moments .
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Feb 16, 2017
Feb 16, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC
Emotions Swayed With Kisses
came a day,  and it was autumn again. green ran to where summer was, yellow and crimson  turned grey and brown cold colors covered the world. thus, midday on thursday, the sun burst through,  intermittently, the red and orange lingering  made autumn look beautiful. when down fluttered the prettiest gold leaf      right beside              me. hello said the leaf!   a leaf is mute. But I heard a voice, in the cool breeze speak so clearly. I in awe , noticed the tree from where the leaf fell, standing tall and naked say, you are just out of tune. Keeping time, then with the old tree I rhymed. rhythmed, played with the one leaf, and a tree who both so clearly spoke to me. I woke up then to see, I had fallen fast asleep and it was winter.
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 8:04 PM UTC
Thursday,
Rhythmed hearts change with time Molded souls no longer twine Everything ends Paid for our crimes Let me go let me be Let hearts grow again kind It is time to let go Let space allow me to find Cruelty grows although it is fine Mosaic of dreams You're no longer mine Let me go let me be Let me grow without bind It is time to let go Stop bungling my mind Lifted shoulders reveal Worlds filled with shine Break free from this burden Let the stars aline Let me go let me be Let emotions unwind It is time to let go Tears leave you blind Let you go, to let you be Gave words that were kind It was time to let go Buried memories behind
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Jan 29, 2016
Jan 29, 2016 at 11:45 AM UTC
Let go