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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Dec 2018 9:13pm
28th Dec 2018 9:13pm
Jupiter Series: II, Transitions
Because I have the body of Jupiter
after the sweep dwell of light
that has steeped far past a babble,
past the superseding of emotions
and shambolic philosophy,
past snapped bonds
and savage poses of the loved, these
who fought with shares of knowledge
are just as in the dark
as when I switch off the light
and left topless frozen
by the nothingness as sight
must solve to the silvery
flopping feelings
in the glowing dark, we pause,
shaky...
after the sweep dwell of light
that has steeped far past a babble,
past the superseding of emotions
and shambolic philosophy,
past snapped bonds
and savage poses of the loved, these
who fought with shares of knowledge
are just as in the dark
as when I switch off the light
and left topless frozen
by the nothingness as sight
must solve to the silvery
flopping feelings
in the glowing dark, we pause,
shaky...
#universe
#astronomy
#magic
#philosophical
#morality
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Jan 2019 9:06pm
7th Jan 2019 9:06pm
The Closing of State Route 126
electrocardiogram serration
of sierras
chaparral lives easily achromatic, pod
economy made to seed at hundreds degree
it’s supposed to burn
we’re not supposed to burn
they please to stay stay these hills
alien to their own, built
into the fiery notches
enter the shell popping
starling fleers, startling legs
bounding upward panorama
perspective is gained after, smoke snaked
a gnarl and dried out to the least common denominator
they root shallow root for their homestead
steady in the not knowing of kinder ...
of sierras
chaparral lives easily achromatic, pod
economy made to seed at hundreds degree
it’s supposed to burn
we’re not supposed to burn
they please to stay stay these hills
alien to their own, built
into the fiery notches
enter the shell popping
starling fleers, startling legs
bounding upward panorama
perspective is gained after, smoke snaked
a gnarl and dried out to the least common denominator
they root shallow root for their homestead
steady in the not knowing of kinder ...
#environment
#fire
#philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
6th Jan 2019 1:10am
american musings at the home now museum of picasso
you am i
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
are me now is more not ours un yours
yet all who has whyfore
less than minutes
you have what
when which implore mural
notwithstanding forewarnt
blocks upsidehead useful
you implode
fake french door balcony rails
drenched chicken wing...
#art
#magic
#philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
5th Jan 2019 1:38am
5th Jan 2019 1:38am
Anatomic
look at this mastery
instead look at the people
rushing up down this way along
all that violence glitters through
my veins a delicate ambulance of violet
thronging its way to be alive
that's all it is a vessel it is a vessel a vessel it is
what rushes
all the tell-tattle signs
of a rattling
instant
that safety is a suburb of mind
instead look at the people
rushing up down this way along
all that violence glitters through
my veins a delicate ambulance of violet
thronging its way to be alive
that's all it is a vessel it is a vessel a vessel it is
what rushes
all the tell-tattle signs
of a rattling
instant
that safety is a suburb of mind
#philosophical
#morality
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
16th Feb 2019 7:29am
16th Feb 2019 7:29am
It used to be my favorite movie
You know how in the movies, they always
call it quirky how the character is hot
but everyone ignores her. Manic pixie Amélie
is looking over the Paris with its twinkles,
a cute little montage of what folks
are doing at that exact present time. And
you want to know French because of how
they count off their numbers. Vingt et undo
the buttons. Swasont to go for a ride.
Who’s having sex now? I’d like to do the same
thing towards my organs. Asking them-
who’s killing me now?…all of them. Let’s say
...
call it quirky how the character is hot
but everyone ignores her. Manic pixie Amélie
is looking over the Paris with its twinkles,
a cute little montage of what folks
are doing at that exact present time. And
you want to know French because of how
they count off their numbers. Vingt et undo
the buttons. Swasont to go for a ride.
Who’s having sex now? I’d like to do the same
thing towards my organs. Asking them-
who’s killing me now?…all of them. Let’s say
...
#PowerOfWords
#PopCulture
#philosophical
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
5th Jan 2018 3:36am
5th Jan 2018 3:36am
THE WAITING ROOM
Rising from a midnight slumber to find myself in an empty room
As I rise from the bed hurriedly looking for my missing groom.
I find myself surrounded by concrete walls and hardwood floors
Strange room, no doubt, with a bolted locked door.
Looking around I wonder if this is reality or is this a dream
As I do my best to recall last night’s memory- scene.
But, from a far distance, I hear a strange screech
Doesn’t take long to determine it is alien speech.
Nowhere to run…and can’t even hide under the bed
I swallow hard and filling my buds...
As I rise from the bed hurriedly looking for my missing groom.
I find myself surrounded by concrete walls and hardwood floors
Strange room, no doubt, with a bolted locked door.
Looking around I wonder if this is reality or is this a dream
As I do my best to recall last night’s memory- scene.
But, from a far distance, I hear a strange screech
Doesn’t take long to determine it is alien speech.
Nowhere to run…and can’t even hide under the bed
I swallow hard and filling my buds...
#identity
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#redemption
#philosophical
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 7:20pm
8th Jan 2019 7:20pm
What Two Hands Can Explain
You are dismissed
by the flat openness
of the left the right touches
its center and flicks smooth out once.
When you are forgiven
a flick becomes solved wisps,
an upside-down emptying saucer,
more than once moving head, palm, me to you, me to you.
Love is indicated by crossed
clutches, stars not yet born, over the chest,
where feelings emerge from, squeezing keeping,
diamonds are created thus.
But if you relax the tenacity,
lay them opposite shoulders, pressure
the nerves to say rest, of rest, a small...
by the flat openness
of the left the right touches
its center and flicks smooth out once.
When you are forgiven
a flick becomes solved wisps,
an upside-down emptying saucer,
more than once moving head, palm, me to you, me to you.
Love is indicated by crossed
clutches, stars not yet born, over the chest,
where feelings emerge from, squeezing keeping,
diamonds are created thus.
But if you relax the tenacity,
lay them opposite shoulders, pressure
the nerves to say rest, of rest, a small...
#identity
#TruthOfLife
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
#culture
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
3rd Jan 2019 2:11am
3rd Jan 2019 2:11am
associative areas of the brain
Memory is made to fit space, to pause
of the box is to reconcile of nothingness and the possibility
of a swarming's orange blossom racing out of the eye
sockets in a reflection of the seconds,
once again a second time, of the seconds
that you fingered a twirl around the dead cells pushing
out of his head and the memory is at
capacity lost. Filled meter lights a warning
and somewhere a womanly being in stripes
presses the button under the counter.
Who comes to the rescue! but a blue-clad strain
of...
of the box is to reconcile of nothingness and the possibility
of a swarming's orange blossom racing out of the eye
sockets in a reflection of the seconds,
once again a second time, of the seconds
that you fingered a twirl around the dead cells pushing
out of his head and the memory is at
capacity lost. Filled meter lights a warning
and somewhere a womanly being in stripes
presses the button under the counter.
Who comes to the rescue! but a blue-clad strain
of...
#environment
#humankind
#learning
#LifeCycle
#philosophical
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
5th Apr 2020 5:02am
5th Apr 2020 5:02am
Beyond The Horizon
Melodic waves onward,
the unknown pictures of tomorrow’s past,
As trails engulfed void -
less of breath.
Succumbed to watery skies,
Sunny tears across the west.
Chains released and run-away traditions.
Inadvertent fizzy presence,
Explored visions; trickery reflections.
Intellectuals conveyed artistic evolution
amid precarious culture ‘s prospect.
Depicted rugged excavation,
The arctic motion,
Intervention of flawless petitions.
Floral incenses
Moved across nations,
Clouds of rain reign
And cleansed the...
the unknown pictures of tomorrow’s past,
As trails engulfed void -
less of breath.
Succumbed to watery skies,
Sunny tears across the west.
Chains released and run-away traditions.
Inadvertent fizzy presence,
Explored visions; trickery reflections.
Intellectuals conveyed artistic evolution
amid precarious culture ‘s prospect.
Depicted rugged excavation,
The arctic motion,
Intervention of flawless petitions.
Floral incenses
Moved across nations,
Clouds of rain reign
And cleansed the...
#strength
#hope
#uplifting
#philosophical
#StreamOfConsciousness
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
8th Jan 2020 3:12am
8th Jan 2020 3:12am
Sensational captivation
Your sensational magnetism,
Covered branches of trees,
As the wind expose,
Secrecy of your nature,
Encoded along side "azaleas"
At the bottom of your trunk,
As honey bees ,
coloured sun rays lips,
Petal's scribbled,
Engraved name
As sugar mixed
On a chocolate cake,
As delightful as your intellectual,
a fine cuisine,
To dine in and delightfully consumed
By fantastic provocative undertone whispers to the soul,
As your playful act endorsed,
Openness .......doors closed,
The key ....to open locks, ...
Covered branches of trees,
As the wind expose,
Secrecy of your nature,
Encoded along side "azaleas"
At the bottom of your trunk,
As honey bees ,
coloured sun rays lips,
Petal's scribbled,
Engraved name
As sugar mixed
On a chocolate cake,
As delightful as your intellectual,
a fine cuisine,
To dine in and delightfully consumed
By fantastic provocative undertone whispers to the soul,
As your playful act endorsed,
Openness .......doors closed,
The key ....to open locks, ...
#inspirational
#nature
#evolution
#admiration
#philosophical
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Poetic_Strength
Poem Published
4th Mar 2020 2:36am
4th Mar 2020 2:36am
Blue Fire Within
Soundless, warmth,
and charmed dreams,
exceeded…. splendidly,
pictures of silence; epitome of purities…. My blue intimacy,
sizzling sparkles of wonders in rumbles …tranquility,
exchanges of syllabic intent; rivers’ craving ……scent of strawberries.
Mischievous dispositions of crafted souls in discovery,
Climax ……the exquisite of chivalry,
The verbal painting of horizontal limit’s identity,
Identical ……. voices of hearts… connected motions of
The mental,
Instinctive nominations,
of songs creation,
amid frozen,
vigor. ...
and charmed dreams,
exceeded…. splendidly,
pictures of silence; epitome of purities…. My blue intimacy,
sizzling sparkles of wonders in rumbles …tranquility,
exchanges of syllabic intent; rivers’ craving ……scent of strawberries.
Mischievous dispositions of crafted souls in discovery,
Climax ……the exquisite of chivalry,
The verbal painting of horizontal limit’s identity,
Identical ……. voices of hearts… connected motions of
The mental,
Instinctive nominations,
of songs creation,
amid frozen,
vigor. ...
#fire
#lover
#mystery
#magic
#philosophical
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missjem56
Poem Published
2nd Feb 2025 3:37pm
2nd Feb 2025 3:37pm
Not Dead Yet!
Today, on the last day of January, about 15 minutes ago
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
I felt my heart begin to slow
After palpitations, and much sweat
And lots of retching, but not finished yet
Taken aspirin, and bisoprolol heart meds
Asi sit here upon my (death) bed
Ever aware of my mortal coil
Awaiting my time beneath the soil
Had the same, only worse
Was my christmay day morning curse
I hope can understand, and clearly see
Why i didn't want to spend 'This' day at A&E
So i took my chances, and stayed in my flat
Then fell asleep, where...
#illness
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
#LifeStruggles #philosophical
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