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"trine" poems
On his Screen the Three Milk Brothers display Decision his only motive for Heart But which the Upturned Hero gives away That Love which Matters; And never Apart Now see, where all this Comedy began And Brothers the Trine Unity bepraise This a Great Deed; No High-Chins in demand That shows you are now but Human in base Friend. If Fashion un-nominates you as one Since Form the only thing they advertise True Offer is Substance. Then I am done And Motive the only Imposter precise. Those Memories return. And now they Heal That is Joy for you. That is Joy you Feel.
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Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - FIFTY-SIX - TOM DALEY
Animal House Sweeping dust storm, Gazelles leap. Careening reach, dizzy heights Shy Giraffes necking in undergrowth. Creeping tide menageries mystic sloths limb and oath. Sea mist breaking wave Sun prancing Dolphins embraceable moonbeams. Lizards shedding skins. Trine children, Pan animals. Golden gleaming processions growling purrs Carnivores give Herbivores last rites confessions. We are the animal house the  hourglass menageries. bleating hearts imminent deaths, fleeting breaths, unimaginable love.
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Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
Animal House
abstinence and cruel practice old dancers have no feet living our beliefs in this house of rabies a house of lies lies that tell the truth taught through the agony of disillusionment the planets move we do their dance fire points angles in motion when they square we are constrained when opposed swords cross when trine we are graced always the dance of the other the world whorls strikes like lightning breaking the nose of every beautiful thing forcing their delusions twisting metaphors of history they smear the world you are its hands, heart, spine darkness tears and sighs whispering feet on dark floors send you their dreams and construct inner mythology to bend your will always on its own side redundantly unanimous in that a real villain an odyssey through your heart thats how it gets inside you while your hands remain folded and your genitals sleep on a plate dance school arcade pinballs planets twisting wraith flies flying in circles, circling in black mother like hands on a clock conveyance of ardor born in the palace of tears =
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Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
Dance Class
contradiction, sorrow, and vulnerability, a trine labeled as all mine, yet, this triumvirate, well know & shared, but more and moreover, set aside if/when well dared this comatose trilogy that so oft astrides, when the beacon moon stands us up with white lightening, after hope  has washed away, out to the sea deep of crusty sleep, newer versions of older stories uncovered, re-revealed, warmth, golden light and hope above hope, in the weakened human heart are, must be, unsealed... a lovely one, a rising one, a revelatory, a poem releasing secrets, we can all, with time, all of us, be healed... 1:40 am nyc one new day, today
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Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
for patty m/ transforming trilogies
For someone who travels, and enriched at that Placing Terra's Waistline at your own feet Should you learn the Language by Notes avast And Shout to your Hosts whenever you meet I would expect your Lexicon wide-read And Allowance savour their Expressions Then, at Home, to your Record's Writ be dead Sprinkling only your Time-Favoured Seasons With all those Doors your Blessings have opened At least with Trine Sentiment you should Thank Each and every Dress; Their own Design meant Not just those Laces where you should be frank. Commonly, they shout and sing with Respect Then by Flap-Jack's Turn, your Acknowledgment.
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Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
SONNET TRIBUTE SUNDRY - ONE HUNDRED AND FOUR - TOM DALEY
Emotions transcend from my brain into the deep ocean waves we are trine, we are one like sweet moscato wine emotions transcend from your eyes like deep ocean waves, I'll float in you I'll swim into your mind, connecting your body and soul
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
Untitled
White feathers align branches intertwine towards the promise land dream world where sun do shine life of thine diamond shine a lovely trine grasp my intricate palm ticking time bomb of beauty & eternal love I will lead us there crisp clear air deep breath must not fret golden path watch your step
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Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
promise land
Sweat summer wine, Fairest night to dine. Let me know the line, And grant me the toughest spine. Embrace me in the power of sun in fold of trine, Empower me with the star's grace of nine. Show me your truest sign, And lead me to the brightest shrine.
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Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
Grant Me the Greatest Wish.
Twenty-even nostrils in stale air & not one of them flares-- so little that I'd lost the jewel of their significance-- carrying upon them, then, much of it-- continuing in spite-- in a sense, meaningless. for instance, a grand trine-- time reading, time writing, time dismissing it as ******* all frivolous & thus comes wisdom from temerity or thought plus action in callow degrees-- such Incoherence derives out of tumult. A foreground.
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May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
Just to write
Nel mio giardino, là nel canto oscuro dove ora il pettirosso tintinnìa, col gelsomino rampicante al muro, c'è la gaggìa; e or che ottobre dentro la vermiglia foresta il marzo rende morto al suolo, e sembra marzo, come rassomiglia bacca a bocciuolo, alba a tramonto; nelle tenui trine l'una si stringe, al roseo vespro, quando l'altro i suoi fiori, candide stelline, apre, alitando; ed al sospiro dell'avemaria, quando nel bosco dalle cime **** il dì s'esala, il cuore in una pia ombra si chiude; e l'anima in quell'ombra di ricordi apre corolle che imbocciar non vide; e l'ombra di fior d'angelo e di fior di spina sorride.
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Nel giardino
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXHT8G_ZB2o
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Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
happy trine holy stargate
Young stud Stick in the mud Laughing with a mug Please no dirt on my rug This smoke I call the sleeper some hot nug Chug chug!! Hallelujah!!! Chug chug!!!! This ***** up in the skies Flying high like dragons looming with his eyes Undisguised Entwined in the trine I shine In time Lit up the drugs, eyes illuminated red Head floating past cloud 9 and collide Bang, bang it is all so furious curiosity and some courtesy got me going currently Currency need is grinded every day as I pray God guide me send me toward wherever your way. With faith, I shall not stray, know thy ways as I go hunger more for spirit thirst and we go again my friend, cause at the end we need to know we balled like Titans and yes we played, prayed, conquered and showed Gods way.
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Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
Grace in
You've asked for Cloud Nine But we don't have to deal with trine We can get to the prime Sending you to Ten Even Eleven When I think of this, it's a duplicate of Heaven It dates like a Sweven But time can't eradicate the value Peaceful as the beaches of Kahaluu There's no limits on the elation I want to bring to you Make love on the soft sand Saying words only the Motherland Should hear These aren't formalities, dear They're semsuality Coming from the best place of me.
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Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
Higher Clouds
Insides of the eyes of a man lapsed of time, Soon divided but none divided Lord has captured all my eyes Faith so angled like a trine so many dimensions that do Shine prism sanction loop into the grains of time. Cosmetics pearly black, floating in a cosmic vacuum Divine aptitude, inherent attribute, amplified bodies convictions, and, of course, Holy Faith amongst The life I walk boldly because it is the confidence that the Lord hold me. Owning up to faults, and watching Earth faults shatter Clatter, vibrations ripping cement, and consuming humans time Something one day someone may perceive, and seem so sublime Sometimes a rewind, because the sun has seen actions on Earth Replayed many moons times.
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Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
Sands of Thoughts
He dejado una carta en lo largo de mi espalda un manual de instrucciones una guía de esperanza. He dejado una carta a lo largo de mi cuello, a lo ancho de mi pecho, en la humildad de mi ombligo, en la necesidad de mi espíritu, para el que desee leerla, para el que sepa interpretar antiguas lenguas, para el que sepa nadar con la corriente, y orillarse en el sablón cuando las olas estén en contención. He escrito una carta pueda que contenga rimas, puede que trine en melodías, puede que se sienta a melancolía, puede versar en la ironía, pueden que esas líneas solo busquen compañía. He descrito mis deseos, he detallado como quiero que me besen, he contado como quiero sentirme en manos fructíferas, he cantado como quiero que mi cuerpo se oscile en delicia, que mi mente se agite buscando el verso perfecto, el sentimiento que denote un amor que traspasa el tiempo. Llevo un escrito en lo largo de mi cuerpo, talvez sea una vieja canción, talvez un poema que exhorte pasión, talvez sea una inspiración sisada del viento. Creo que llevo el mapa del tiempo en mis labios sedientos, creo que habla del universo, creo que son los diez mandamientos….. no sé si en español, inglés, o griego. Creo que habla de una diosa primorosa, puede que hable de amor sin filtros, talvez describa la soledad del preso, o de la prisión del ego. No sé a quién dedicárselo. No sé si querrán leerlo, solo se, que hay un poema en lo largo de mi cuerpo, cuya pluma fluye buscando el verso perfecto. Creo que puedes comenzar a descifrarlo con un beso sincero!!! LeydisProse 10/9/2017 https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
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Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
Un poema a lo largo de mi cuerpo
He dejado una carta en lo largo de mi espalda un manual de instrucciones una guía de esperanza. He dejado una carta a lo largo de mi cuello, a lo ancho de mi pecho, en la humildad de mi ombligo, en la necesidad de mi espíritu, para el que desee leerla, para el que sepa interpretar antiguas lenguas, para el que sepa nadar con la corriente, y orillarse en el sablón cuando las olas estén en contención. He escrito una carta pueda que contenga rimas, puede que trine en melodías, puede que se sienta a melancolía, puede versar en la ironía, pueden que esas líneas solo busquen compañía. He descrito mis deseos, he detallado como quiero que me besen, he contado como quiero sentirme en manos fructíferas, he cantado como quiero que mi cuerpo se oscile en delicia, que mi mente se agite buscando el verso perfecto, el sentimiento que denote un amor que traspasa el tiempo. Llevo un escrito en lo largo de mi cuerpo, talvez sea una vieja canción, talvez un poema que exhorte pasión, talvez sea una inspiración sisada del viento. Creo que llevo el mapa del tiempo en mis labios sedientos, creo que habla del universo, creo que son los diez mandamientos….. no sé si en español, inglés, o griego. Creo que habla de una diosa primorosa, puede que hable de amor sin filtros, talvez describa la soledad del preso, o de la prisión del ego. No sé a quién dedicárselo. No sé si querrán leerlo, solo se, que hay un poema en lo largo de mi cuerpo, cuya pluma fluye buscando el verso perfecto. Creo que puedes comenzar a descifrarlo con un beso sincero!!! LeydisProse 10/9/2017 https://www.facebook.com/LeydisProse/
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Only an artists​ knows about Dancing lights Lonesome fights the lurid phase of darker nights Dead silence Unspoken perseverance. Only an artist see through Real beauty of every heart In fact, second side of every **** Everyone sees blues He remains imaginative toward life's hues That's what makes him an nightly trailblazer Inquisitive to self made problems and a decipher. An Artist feels the dialects of wind and how it cleaves What it says and how much weight it carries Every rain summer and winter passes by under the eye of his heart, Through heart of his art, If he could feel the way it is, He can shape up to the way as he wishes. Methought, it was a game of mind I gotta know when i by myself entangled For me, it's like eat sleep and imagine None next than burning myself on clock's trine I found peace of day at 3 am Picture of an fictitious world exist at right burial Of all animal Into bed for some time. If I talk about pain healer? If I talk about motivator? What if I talk about gumptional trap? No, all are lies for you unless If you don't want to feel, heal or be a muse
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Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
artist knows
ulcen pulsen dorowning dissolving, not above, not dissolving, let if feel let it push let it melt groove and let it go to the ticick gutiarr that is applying and attempting to be real, attempting to say the real message, what is the real message, what kind of ptirkck you trine to pull the bass is suspicious and it wants to help the little guy on its way, there is something approaches in the background, it makes a small sound that is ver y distant bout it begins to come closer, very slowly, with a dinosaur tail
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC
molten lava