"sols" poems
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The successive suns of summers
swim in me like a balcony of heat
I glow with the sol of sols
the pine cone of lava that
makes my cheeks full, white
the sun-drop of diamonds
have petrified in my heart
and I am creation rushing down
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On all that is below, these stars
know me and I among them
we are like water in water
ocean creatures of great adventure
vertigoes of light, layers of softness
suns of paradise, legends of golden noons
revolutions of princely sunspots
cliff of mortality, planets revolving
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Around a center, galaxies revolving
around a black-hole that was once
a great sun, time has pink candle-like veins
but she knows the sun, the sparkling rocks
the matter and energy of our destinies
caught up in a seabed of lights
the successive suns of summers
swim in me like an ode to sun-religions
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but I am here, drinking sun-wine
in the surreal view of full eyes
with a body of silver for the kaleidoscope
and a naked face dismantled by another eclipse
another wonder, another design of day.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
Soule of my soule! my Joy, my crown, my friend!
A name which all the rest doth comprehend;
How happy are we now, whose sols are grown,
By an incomparable mixture, One:
Whose well acquainted minds are not as neare
As Love, or vows, or secrets can endeare.
I have no thought but what's to thee reveal'd,
Nor thou desire that is from me conceal'd.
Thy heart locks up my secrets richly set,
And my breast is thy private cabinet.
Thou shedst no teare but what but what my moisture lent,
And if I sigh, it is thy breath is spent.
United thus, what horrour can appeare
Worthy our sorrow, anger, or our feare?
Let the dull world alone to talk and fight
And with their vast ambitions nature fright;
Let them despise so innocent a flame,
While Envy, pride, and faction play their game:
But we by Love sublim'd so high shall rise,
To pitty Kings, and Conquerours despise,
Since we that sacred union have engrost,
Which they and all the sullen world have lost.
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When we were little
They used to call them
Spotted
Orange
Lizards.
I think they were trying not to scare us with
The words
Standards
Of
Learning.
Standardized testing.
Those things that you need Number Two pencils for.
Those things that they prepare you for
Every year
For months.
Those things that if a cell phone goes off
The entire class comes back
During the summer
And retakes it.
Those things that they give you hours and hours
To take,
Out of our normal schedule,
Even though they only take
Forty-five minutes
Those things that don't even count
Towards our grades
Because
"They're really assessing the teachers--
But it's important to do your best."
SOLs.
Those things that people stress over.
Even though your answers
Are only
Tiny gray dots
On a
Scantron sheet.
May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC
From the ***** of my * seeing chair* emerges the womb of darkness
i offer a prayer in good faith to the writers and the play rights and the authors and the artists
who have come undone,
This is not a love song but, an improvization of lyrical *********** and beat making sensation ,
tingle dance and flair , wave the flag , steer this ship on home ...... we are on an island of dreams
floating like their ain't no inbetween , and we sleep and we care and we take shifts - and for the pack and for the tribe and for the people under the nights sky ............... this is the music after midnight , after Luna's caress are there written all over with sols liquid golden flare -
to fall unto us , the lucky pair who just so happens to be the golden pair
strictly speaking they're actually birds
but taken shape as human form
it's an odd one i know but still
they soar like them
higher than kites that fly in kite season.
dopple gangers
we're entering mysterious
mystic dimensions now
i see boggots on the horizon
moon shield is up
dip the rigger
i smelt a thief a couple days ago
i woke up with a inkling
not sure yet
still
gotta think of things
if you can sleep whilst you are awake well then
well then
well then
night vision
is real
dragons are real
nagas are raw
did you think i said ******
in all those rap songs i wrote?
we are very pleased that so many of you have answered your calls
but it's gunna take a miracle
to tip the scales
i'm lady justice
and he is the executioner
he's ice cold
i'm hot as you like
i'd like you all to remeber one key thing
i don't exist
you cnnot **** me
but i AM the security
welcome to EARTH
we have delivers everyday from everywhere gotta bless and make sure that you fly safe
yOU MADE THE BABIES CRY
YOU MADE MY BABY CRY
I TOLD YOU DO NO MORE
NO MORE
WE HAVE SENT MULTIPLE WARNINGS
WHO EVER
DIS RESEPECTS THE AREA
WILL BE ANSWERING TO WHAT SOME MAY CALL KARMA
but i am the time keeper
and we have everyone as long as they will - it themselves
Hard 'work' pays off
Aug 22, 2013
Aug 22, 2013 at 2:02 PM UTC
Those sols, Wings,
They shutter, Magnificent,
In order, Radiating feather,
To reconvene Trailing stars,
On the scene.
Their folded, Picturesque,
Ripe skin, Flawless perfection,
No single, Evolution,
Colour, Has begun.
Cheeked tower,
Head; Neck;
Body curled,
Lotus legs,
Beneath,
Flaccid teeth.
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:32 PM UTC
Compagne savoureuse et bonne
À qui j'ai confié le soin
Définitif de ma personne,
Toi mon dernier, mon seul témoin,
Viens çà, chère, que je te baise,
Que je t'embrasse long et fort,
Mon coeur près de ton coeur bat d'aise
Et d'amour pour jusqu'à la mort :
Aime-moi,
Car, sans toi,
Rien ne puis,
Rien ne suis.
Je vais gueux comme un rat d'église
Et toi tu n'as que tes dix doigts ;
La table n'est pas souvent mise
Dans nos sous-sols et sous nos toits ;
Mais jamais notre lit ne chôme,
Toujours joyeux, toujours fêté
Et j'y suis le roi du royaume
De ta gaîté, de ta santé !
Aime-moi,
Car, sans toi,
Rien ne puis,
Rien ne suis.
Après nos nuits d'amour robuste
Je sors de tes bras mieux trempé,
Ta riche caresse est la juste,
Sans rien de ma chair de trompé,
Ton amour répand la vaillance
Dans tout mon être, comme un vin,
Et, seule, tu sais la science
De me gonfler un coeur divin.
Aime-moi,
Car, sans toi,
Rien ne puis,
Rien ne suis.
Qu'importe ton passé, ma belle,
Et qu'importe, parbleu ! le mien :
Je t'aime d'un amour fidèle
Et tu ne m'as fait que du bien.
Unissons dans nos deux misères
Le pardon qu'on nous refusait
Et je t'étreins et tu me serres
Et zut au monde qui jasait !
Aime-moi,
Car, sans toi,
Rien ne puis,
Rien ne suis.
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I’m not a rapper I’m a poet.
I write from the top of my head
To the sols of my feet.
The beginnings of my poems
Is just greet.
The end of my poems
Is where I make my ends meet.
Every tune of my words,
Every sway of my voice,
Every ear of my listener,
And every tongue that rejoice,
I thank you.
My life is in this pen,
And written on paper.
My words cloud up my head like vapor.
I live in a world full of sins.
It’s like eye lens,
I seek everything.
From me to you,
You to me.
Forever in this world we’ll be.
Everything I feel,
Every soul I heal,
From my life to yours
I hope I make an appeal.
I try and shine a light,
That’s why I sit back and write.
I just thought you should
Know it.
I’m a POET.
Marci H.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 7:55 AM UTC
Though I may
Though I might
There are so many other things
That I wish on this night
The tide stores splices of onerous flesh...
stashing them out
And bringing them smoothly inside-
the rucks of darkness encloses
Tall frawns taller skirting vines
of turbulent giant bladder kelp
Survival should do one more...
then plenty is each species of human that cares
Grime sedentary shimmied hurriedly amongst hidden foul dusts
Plots spoken wed cloths
damask silken treading
lightly weeds where they don't belong
As we catch up to the cries
Senses to fulfill seniority demure paucity
oh they rinse and ringtones wash the dreams back out
Craft sols dented pride it's sinister
always aiming hollow
shat the one toothed grin
I could not be I if killed certainly jeering
at stimulant cartwheel punches
the crap lit doing wrong
yet by being studied each wave it repeats
a logarithm of ultimate denial
a surface squalor assuring currents champion
Wash away polyhedron pith
the face of pestilence
Personifications attempted
Douse the material frost with fire
from the grand stares glancing at you
Whose to realize the first and last valiant voyage
is tiding as of driest concerned philanthropically beholden logics
Jan 7, 2021
Jan 7, 2021 at 12:58 AM UTC