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"sonorously" poems
Some field of ancient roses— They all looked down on me: Glew white stars to heaven's Windows, and golden-rimed clouds That sonorously speak
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Jan 14, 2022
Jan 14, 2022 at 2:15 PM UTC
God Apparition
Inspiration for true love, you always remain, With your ineffable look and idyllic thoughts, Your dulcet expressions are very iridescent, When two lovers are kissing in garden. Joyful love making in the dark deep forest, You will never jilt our love, my heart sings, My feelings jostle to get into your heart, When rain drops are dancing with bubbles. ***** style you have with your frizzy hair, Ebullient and effervescent flavor of your spirit, Entice my lips to kiss you all over your body, By the end of today, when the sun is setting. Lullaby your heart croons sonorously for me, You are light, love and life a lover always seeks, My heart is fond of your rosy and lustful lips, When rainbow is spreading its colorful emotions, Mesmerize me by your marvelous appearance, Your great reverence for love enrapture me, And naughty actions of your lips stare at me, When hailstorms are falling on the poor lovers. Nurturing the love seeds, you sowed yesterday, You shower your warmness on those seeds, Are eager to dance with their kind partner, When love season is reaching its adolescence. One and only partner, this is you only darling, Whom I so deeply and outrageously love, And my baby heart always beats for you, When snowy mountains stretch in ********** Passionate and pretty playmate you are, The Most romantic words I can say to you, My pride, joy and precious partner for ever, And peep from the swarm of smitten blue sky.
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Sep 6, 2016
Sep 6, 2016 at 8:11 AM UTC
A Romantic Poem For My Dream Love (PART-2)
**Hear each body cell speaking zen to the next one result of self oblivious meditation opening- numerous effulgent channels to sources of light in universe; the meaning of the epithet, "jewel in the lotus" becomes evident, body becomes all eyes and ears like that of a martial art expert's  in combat (remember the chants immortal, the Guru's gift that roused the coiled serpent 1) soul, the essence, is liberated from all bonds, limiting cycles of birth and death stars on the firmament of inner sky is the brightest ever, rain light "Aum" the cosmic hum, resounds sonorously  in the core of consciousness life and death are words without any meaning in this state liberation could never be expressed in words or by any other means a never changing quietude dawns,  existence moves to a limitless space- beyond dream in deep sleep and further to the realm of mysterious. Existence becomes a reality eternal, beyond the three dimensional space that state is an experience, now a moment is a millennium , gently slips in to cosmic consciousness, that swirls to envelop**
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Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC
The zen of being and nothingness
Sunshine she scatters shimmery splashes Surrounding Sally's street. Submerging submissive skies Swinging slowly Sluggishing, Sauntering softly. Sweeping soft swimming skies south. Spraying sparkling sprinkles Shinning splashing springs. Spreading sunshine's shimmery sparkles. Similarly, Sing-song sparrows sway, singing sonorously, sky-bound. Sunshine She swings, spluttering shinny splashes Showering sweet solemn shades. Suntanning skies Suntanning seas Suntanning streams Suntanning species Surrounding survival space. Suntanning Sally's supple skin. Sally stares, squinting. Sunshine strikes. Sally stays star-struck. Speechless, sober Sally slides. Sweetly savouring sunshine's shrewd styles. Swallowing some sunshine sparkles. Sunshine, She swims Spreading sparkles solemnly. Sally sees. Sally  sighs. Sally's street saw students scream sweet songs. Sally's street served sweet shopping sprees. Since suddenly Sally's street screamed silence. 'Stay safe' Sally's screen suggests Sally strolls sadly Shaking solemnly. Sauntering sheepishly, 'staying safe' Sally's shopkeeper's sister salutes, smiling sardonically. Silence suddenly screams sacred scaries. Sickness stole Sally's street. Silence swallowed sweet songs students sang. Shredding sanity. Shaming sweet surrounding state. Sickness seduced stress. Stress succumbed. Seducing several sins. Shattering Shaming Stabbing Slaughtering sanity. Sad Sally sneaks, Sitting, sipping snail soup. Softly sobbing Sorrowfully singing.
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May 25, 2020
May 25, 2020 at 4:07 PM UTC
SALLY'S SAGA
Sunshine she scatters shimmery splashes Surrounding Sally's street. Submerging submissive skies Swinging slowly Sluggishing, Sauntering softly. Sweeping soft swimming skies south. Spraying sparkling sprinkles Shinning splashing springs. Spreading sunshine's shimmery sparkles. Similarly, Sing-song sparrows sway, singing sonorously, sky-bound. Sunshine She swings, spluttering shinny splashes Showering sweet solemn shades. Suntanning skies Suntanning seas Suntanning streams Suntanning species Surrounding survival space. Suntanning Sally's supple skin. Sally stares, squinting. Sunshine strikes. Sally stays star-struck. Speechless, sober Sally slides. Sweetly savouring sunshine's shrewd styles. Swallowing some sunshine sparkles. Sunshine, She swims Spreading sparkles solemnly. Sally sees. Sally  sighs. Sally's street saw students scream sweet songs. Sally's street served sweet shopping sprees. Since suddenly Sally's street screamed silence. 'Stay safe' Sally's screen suggests Sally strolls sadly Shaking solemnly. Sauntering sheepishly, 'staying safe' Sally's shopkeeper's sister salutes, smiling sardonically. Silence suddenly screams sacred scaries. Sickness stole Sally's street. Silence swallowed sweet songs students sang. Shredding sanity. Shaming sweet surrounding state. Sickness seduced stress. Stress succumbed. Seducing several sins. Shattering Shaming Stabbing Slaughtering sanity. Sad Sally sneaks, Sitting, sipping snail soup. Softly sobbing Sorrowfully singing.
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Each day dawning would gift me new eyes of wonder, right from my childhood a  friend, from this lone and lonely tree, I'd fervently hope for something different, rushing  to the window, I view that  elegance as the first auspicious thing to gaze at, as the custom suggests. After the morning light creates a pool above the verdant hills at the east, yet again a regular ritual, the tree is my magical yard stick by which I measure myself, a mysterious pact between us existed, deep in mind, I had felt only we know between us even if the breeze says, that aloud often. In her presence every thing becomes clear. As I watch the tree, as usual after the repetitions of long years of rain, shine and mist in between, what I saw that moment was different: On every branch seeking light, bristled flowery wonders songbirds, absent till the day before in droves sat all over the crown, in unison singing her paeans sonorously, purple rays of morning sun adorned each leaf, in colorful embrace. Wasn't it the moment I was yearning for? I stood filled with it's effulgence,crown to root the connection in an instance, becomes clear, there is no secrets left unsaid between  us any more-- In a flash , a golden window opens in inner chamber I feel free from, the bindings of all mundane desires as one rows the boat, the miseries of Samsara, the treacherous rapids, are left behind for ever. Isn't it enlightenment, at the moment seeking me unassumingly through my open windows?
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Jun 28, 2017
Jun 28, 2017 at 2:49 PM UTC
The Bodhi tree just outside my window
Facile flirtations Sighs and sorrows The depth of brevity Sonorously sinking Rising slowly Washed by the rain Drifting The swollen ocean Rolling, pounding An avalanche of sound Cascading, sublimating.
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 12:19 AM UTC
Overtures
Nothing feels good than having an angel by your side, Someone who knows all your flaws & doesn't quote the law, Someone who you can be awkward with & Would smile & won't say a word, I have searched all around the world for that special one, Up over the foothills & beneath the mountains, Truly they don't exist, These girls come & go like cargos, After building the relationship so tall like iroko, Sometimes, i sit, i stare, i glance at this girls and wonder, What do they really want, They say taste varies, Some dream of tall guys, Who smell nice & doesn't tell lies, Guys with abs,some go for guys with mba, While few go for guys with integrity, i call this mental confusion, i love to be affectionate, despite this emotional challenges, But I have no one to share it with, i have trusted so many, Even when your voices are ringing sonorously in my mind, i will forever remain a loner, Truly not everyone is worth the stress, Shoulders raised high been so unnecessarily sensitive, Penning these long lines isn't even worth it, I'm done writing about love, It's time to face reality.
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
MENTAL CONFUSION
Of having loved you, Won't ever regret it, Because you my dear are the sweetest. Your fabulous words in the super-sweet voice, Touch not just my eardrums & the auditory lobe, But they also ring sonorously well in my heart, Especially when you say those three words, I love you!
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May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 7:01 AM UTC
No Remorse In My Heart
It's your voice ringing sonorously in my mind, It's your eyes that I see your world from. I don't actually mind it if I turn blind, When you're here there's nothing that I fear.. And even while you are gone away from me, You don't actually go away from my mind... We always live in the cottage of our dreams, Not hidden but simply away from their sight.. This dream-home will be a reality one day, We'll reside in mother nature's cosy lap. Up over the foothills, Beneath the mountains, We live away from civilization.. Singing along the birds, Ashore the dancing brooks, We enjoy our simpler lives fully...
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Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 2:10 AM UTC
Voices In My Head
On this morning bleak midwinter of '44 in Heart Mountain, Wyoming, heartland of America, Nyogen Senzaki Sensei performed to his makeshift congregation of interned Japanese and Japanese-Americans the duties of a priest. He chanted sonorously mindful of the dark outside the mirror-like windows of the barracks. "Wonder of all Wonders. All beings are Buddha, endowed from the start with wisdom    and virtue." What can be added, what taken away, we will never leave this place, it lives in us like a mother's embrace. They thought with one mind quietly and not without sadness. When it was all over they had tea and went there separate ways. On this morning.
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Dec 24, 2010
Dec 24, 2010 at 12:30 AM UTC
December 8 1944
Imagine an enchanted; Yes! Clearing; A flourishing verdant evergreen grove, Raining oxygen-filled particles of Wish Light A vintage letter falls from the elder oak boughs; Floating to your feet Sonorously you read, "Breathe In Deep"
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Sep 15, 2020
Sep 15, 2020 at 3:13 PM UTC
Breathe Mystic
Plucked spinets in discord To a harmony of chorus, Sonorously pitched On a warm Summer eve. Balmy is the air In a shimmering blue silence And the purity of cadence Leads the Godless to believe. Passers bye pause In the magical moment, All heads rotate To the origin of sound, Heavenly cascades Through the twilight of evening Causing couples to dance As though jewelled and begowned. Delicate resonances Entwine the moment, Swayed rythmic rapture Entrances the crowd, Ensembles of satyr Arouse tender senses In caressing the maidens To pink ****** proud. Pink ****** proud Are the breathless young maidens, Bright shining eyes From young tapping toes. The rapture of spinets Played deftly with passion In the cool of the night, Where a pale moonlight knows. Marshalg Victoria Park Tunnel 2 November 2011
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Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 9:09 PM UTC
Spinets in the Night.
the theft of your heart has no home. its only purpose is to be black or the dark background in one of Alex Grey's wonderful paintings the heist defined so sonorously by me the line which i am so concentrated to draw all that Value which i mistakenly placed upon your shoulders that night, you angels! that radiate through me... let me be your radiation, love, too and let me shoulder my transgressions i do it like Oppenheimer i glowed in the same strange sort of way always had such a romance for the poisonous, always had such a flame with the treacherous. "you went on for days, literally days and your words clotted up and we watched you pick at the scabs yes we wanted you to heal but you were picking at your scabs no one was really sure what the hell you were looking for." said pete i guess i'm alive to declare my own nation my very own universe and i get to tell you what i feel is creation and what is lost to heat death but you left me teetering, the apple of my eye you blue as summer skies why'd you take my breath away!? you left my tongue so desperate on top of the universe at any pause, you were so beautiful, ... i had to die.
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Aug 13, 2016
Aug 13, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
Fire On My Tongue
1 *Pitch dark night. He stood atop the tallest bell tower in the city of his heart, insanely pleading to the starlit sky to come down and kiss his brow, shocking him to the core, he saw two evil eyes staring above the shadow of two dark vulture wings, just in a flash abruptly he left trying to erase the moment from memory altogether. For the first time in his short unhappy life he learned one has to be patient till the wings grow by self acquired magic. 2 Moonlit night foamy waves of soft light splash on the shores of tender hearts, standing alone on the village green he waited for the angel, he dreamed to descend firmly believing she would be there the moon suddenly grew bright, the breeze brought the scent of incenses he heard bells sonorously ring, was it real or an enchanting dream? rustling of soft wings told him about her presence for a divine moment he thought he saw her gentle eyes flashing quickly at him; a moment of grace like a huge dew drop enveloped him for ever.* Copy right
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Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 8:36 AM UTC
Symbols
The summer light does not touch me. It shines in delicate rivers on the brightly polished stairs, where the gelatieri stroll with sweet iced coffee, unimagined, oblivious. The summer light does not touch me. It brushes the children, who - in growing flocks - chime their laughter atop neighbor's doors with delicate knocks; bell-bright bicycle bells ringing. The summer light does not touch me. Twenty-three forty-four; peripheral car brake light coming forth. The first leaf sonorously breathes “Goodbye; I'll leave” and at last it creeps up, a swift cold touch - the autumnal welcoming committee for my July melancholy. © fey (24/07/22)
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Jul 24, 2022
Jul 24, 2022 at 2:53 PM UTC
July melancholy
Koala In tree Sonorously sleeping now Tonight theyparty
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Jan 14, 2025
Jan 14, 2025 at 12:33 AM UTC
Bad neighbors
I looked over yonder And what did I see An elephant, yellow By a big pink tree. Elephant, yellow This cannot be Are my rheumy eyes Playing tricks on me! When I looked round again I saw grass of red Surely that grass Should be green instead. And then a blue horse Trotted into the scene ’twas the funniest place That I’d ever been. I took a step further As I was feeling bold Whence a group of green angels Carried me into the fold. The rivers there were purple And the oranges were grey And everywhere I looked about People were at play. The happiness was warming I felt it in my heart I loved just being in here I felt I was a part. And then a very loud voice Did sonorously boom “Who do we have here now In this lovely coloured room?” My name is simply Joe I very meekly did call out. For I was far too bothered To raise my voice above a shout. A huge door then just opened And I simply passed right through A large bearded man then said “How do you do.” I said, “What was that place Where the loud voice boomed.” He said, “That Mr Nosey Is the oddments ante-room. “Anyway Mr Nosey what is it that you want. I’m waiting for a party from a crash in North Vermont.” “I’m a very busy man you know Why are you even here? Go off and get yourself back home And drink a lot less beer.” ©Joe Wilson – St Peter, humour, and the cost of drinking too much…2014
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC
St Peter, humour, and the cost of drinking too much...
wake up exist gently / press out the corners exist gently // slip into the morning, like its a summer dress exist gently /// guide new oxygen around the living room of your chest cavity exist gently //// watch cotton wool plug the holes in the sky exist gently ///// send thank you cards before knowing what you're thankful for exist gently ////// give space generously, hear it hum sonorously exist gently /////// exist gently die happily.
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May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 12:05 PM UTC
no concrete in my morning coffee