"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.
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC
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.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 11:43 PM UTC
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
=
Nov 4, 2018
Nov 4, 2018 at 4:49 PM UTC
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
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 1:42 AM UTC
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.
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 5:15 AM UTC
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
Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 11:09 AM UTC
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
Nov 25, 2018
Nov 25, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
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.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 9:04 PM UTC
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.
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 9:17 PM UTC
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.
758
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BXHT8G_ZB2o
Aug 2, 2013
Aug 2, 2013 at 9:40 AM UTC
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.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 2:40 PM UTC
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.
Mar 31, 2018
Mar 31, 2018 at 3:34 AM UTC
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.
Feb 16, 2016
Feb 16, 2016 at 5:42 PM UTC
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/
Oct 9, 2017
Oct 9, 2017 at 2:43 PM UTC
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
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 2:44 PM UTC
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
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 5:56 AM UTC