"twinklings" poems
Alabaster Archipelagos
Benevolent Beauty Beaming
Constructive Contradictive Creative Contemplations
Dante's Darling Dances Deliberating Denominatives
Effervescent Escapisms Endearingly Emerge Elusive Edens
Fantastic Flamboyant ******** Flamed Fabulous Fiery Flickerings
Gorgeous Garden Gim'memores Gaudied Garnishing Gasps
Heavenly Hues Humming Heart's Harmonies
Immortaly Impregnated Inspired Ideals
Jessamin Jargon Jacuzzi Jams
Know-how Knacking Knurls
Light-spirited Lovers
Merge Magnificent
Naked Nocturno Nights
Omnipresent Ousia Over Odeons
Palpitations Perfect Peaks Pi Paws
Quintessential Quality Quarrels Question Quarks Quietness
Rododendron's Richameters Rescued Raw Reeling Ruby Realms
Sentient Syllabic Sapfo's Splendidly Spirited Semantics
Turning Turner's Timeless Timeless Twinklings
Unified Undulatory Unsolved Unicorns
Velvety Venice Voyages
Wanton Wantings
Xsylophone Xsantiphas
Yearnin' Yuki's Yen
Zed's Zealous Zen-it-hall Zeppelins
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
My Dearest; Darkest Devotion,
Ah, but what a long time it's been!
And now, it is with a slender paled sliver of hope this letter finds you before I arrive at your chamber, for I must solicit your heart with the contents of mine.
This night I ponder upward to the twinklings amid the void and my thoughts do turn to that time we first met, before I knew you, and how you let me know you, and eventually I let you know...me.
Having learned the truth of my true vampyric nature, your reaction was not as open a reception as I would have it. I concede I have not been the same sense you drove that plank through my chest and deep into my very still heart. There stayed I until, alas...
A hapless young wanderer, a splendid morsel of a group of people on a retreat from the town, rummaging through nature to find kindling for a bonfire, took grasp of the parcel of wood that protruded from the shallow earth where I was left forsaken, and in his misfortune did un-stake me.
I assure you, at this very moment, I feel quite quenched of my thirst.
My hunger for the sweetmeats of revenge have yet to be satiated, however, I will see you very soon, My Pitch Blackness. And you. too, shall see me.
Eternally yours,
Vladimir Tepes.
P.S. Happy Halloween.
Oct 31, 2016
Oct 31, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
I paint an island for you and for me,
I color it brightly - the sky and sea.
Then to shine a golden orb,
a sun that's there to keep us warm.
And this island, you soon shall find,
will follow the twinklings of your mind.
So if, perhaps, you wish to behold
a sailing boat (of perfect mold)
in which you want to sail away -
Then by and by, you certainly may.
Or would you rather sit and stare
at dancing stars through crisp air?
Why then my darling, it will be true.
Anything less isn't enough for you.
As for me my desire is not so grand:
To sit with you and hold your hand.
I'll be the light guiding your way,
the supporting strength day after day.
Someone to listen, understand, and care,
Just think of me and I'll be there.
This island I painted, for you and for me
(such brightly colored sky and sea)
is not a dream but in our hearts reality true,
a place to fully love and appreciate you.
circa 2000
Jul 29, 2010
Jul 29, 2010 at 6:44 PM UTC
Those twinklings that evade even time in its chase
Laden with tears drops and memories, they shine bright
And somewhere in those stars lie your dreams too, asleep
Fear not O my child, for darkness shall wither away to light.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 3:07 PM UTC
I want to look up at the stars in wonder again,
To gaze up at those markers of other worlds
And for once not notice the Earth spinning beneath me.
To compose songs based on their rhythmic twinklings.
I want to imagine constellations,
Write great ballads to their heroes
and odes to their determination to shine surrounded by inky velvet.
I want to paint their brightness and endless possibility for stories
On the canvas of my chest
And carry them with me even in the day.
I will always have a clear sky in my heart
so that I will never be plagued
by grey clouds
and starless nights that sink into me with their lack of light.
I want to look into myself and see those points of brilliance.
I want to draw lines between what lights me up inside
and form constellations to memorize and explore.
I want this blackness of the night that resides in my mind to be broken,
Pierced by shafts of light travelling from fires in my core.
And on my cloudy nights,
I’ll use that light to paint my own stars into the sky.
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 4:49 PM UTC
Distillation.
Pieces.
Memory like ravens flight;
Unlike the said twinklings
Mesmerized by
Beings alone
And reconstructed;
Malificent
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:49 AM UTC
Beauty is
unique admiration.
A sparkling star...
in a galaxy
amongst the common.
Perceived by
the wandering man
in the twilight...
Under the cloudy coat...
gazing at
the many dulls.
None reflecting
within him...
longing for his
compliment
to ignite him.
For he, too, holds
a sparkle
that shines within another.
The natural void that
must be filled.
In the vast pool
of dim twinklings
She holds the
beauty
within him,
beaming her
natural glory,
Through the years
of space
onto the land,
catching the spark
in the eyes
of
the wandering man.
Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC