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yelluw_always
Poem Published
28th Jan 2019 3:45am
28th Jan 2019 3:45am
False statements of an isle
Harmonizing the scruples of a mad baby
set upon anarchy no manifest destiny
purposeless the most base desire
no manipulation intentions to push or prod
against your wishes bring me here
for the cycle approves and penalization
let the screen go blue
is there a look to be with
Isle remember seeing men be giving free
and no harm done Isle was out there and felt
an exchange feminine energy present
and mutual acclimation found...
set upon anarchy no manifest destiny
purposeless the most base desire
no manipulation intentions to push or prod
against your wishes bring me here
for the cycle approves and penalization
let the screen go blue
is there a look to be with
Isle remember seeing men be giving free
and no harm done Isle was out there and felt
an exchange feminine energy present
and mutual acclimation found...
#women
#beach
#LifeGoals
#travel
#meditation
13 reads
2 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
7th Feb 2019 5:45am
7th Feb 2019 5:45am
Keep every window covered
I knew gravity was real by
the time we repressed
off the airstrip. The realness
resided in the right fat lid.
I cannot say there was cerulean
all around me although it first
appeared in print in 1662.
I just know the fluid wanted
to be let down, not disappointed,
carefree in muscle fatigue,
a release. Now I know how clouds
feel rumbling among them.
To resist seems surreal. Ah
but, the chain is slow then impossible
blur after the anchor, it goes on
for long, abrupt when it doesn’t.
They’re lightness...
the time we repressed
off the airstrip. The realness
resided in the right fat lid.
I cannot say there was cerulean
all around me although it first
appeared in print in 1662.
I just know the fluid wanted
to be let down, not disappointed,
carefree in muscle fatigue,
a release. Now I know how clouds
feel rumbling among them.
To resist seems surreal. Ah
but, the chain is slow then impossible
blur after the anchor, it goes on
for long, abrupt when it doesn’t.
They’re lightness...
#travel
19 reads
2 Comments
Thor_Azine
Poem Published
15th Jul 2024 4:16pm
15th Jul 2024 4:16pm
Coincidentally Cosmic
I feel a cosmic unification, a cross
hemispherical commingling of thought
elevating awareness of the outside
energies ebb and flow, existing in
harmonic resonance with the earth
I hear her gentle hum, singing both
microscopically to my cells and spiritually
to my soul, emerging from my shell to
take my seat of connection with the
universe, my personal supernova
It’s so amazing to feel and control the
energies within and without, my heart,
pushing blood in rhythmic waves that
pulse through the body, feeding my ...
hemispherical commingling of thought
elevating awareness of the outside
energies ebb and flow, existing in
harmonic resonance with the earth
I hear her gentle hum, singing both
microscopically to my cells and spiritually
to my soul, emerging from my shell to
take my seat of connection with the
universe, my personal supernova
It’s so amazing to feel and control the
energies within and without, my heart,
pushing blood in rhythmic waves that
pulse through the body, feeding my ...
#astronomy
#meditation
#travel #universe
#travel #universe
19 reads
8 Comments
yelluw_always
Poem Published
15th Jan 2019 6:07am
15th Jan 2019 6:07am
Circumlocutions
I’m lying. I’m a lion. The domain
of a circular way out. A moon
is behind me. The rest of the field
is domesticated.
Somewhere, the bitumen complies
the sole, then goes home with it,
anything to get away from the motion
sickness of the ocean. It’s a bit loco
and clingy,
the persnickety bedaub,
the way we go on,
the oil rig like a planet
off the beach. Along the shore, ...
of a circular way out. A moon
is behind me. The rest of the field
is domesticated.
Somewhere, the bitumen complies
the sole, then goes home with it,
anything to get away from the motion
sickness of the ocean. It’s a bit loco
and clingy,
the persnickety bedaub,
the way we go on,
the oil rig like a planet
off the beach. Along the shore, ...
#relationships
#travel
20 reads
8 Comments
Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
Hawthorne
Racing rapidfire across the way
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
#city
#summer
#drugs
#confessional
#travel
22 reads
6 Comments
Heart_of_Stone
Poem Published
16th Jan 2025 00:16am
16th Jan 2025 00:16am
Love Big and Small
Duck! - shouted in fear
as a dust mote collides with the wall
leaving behind an unholy din and a
microscopic crater of fractured paint
You reach out clutching a star
and set it on my brow
dining at the far end of the Milky Way
planets floating by towing banners
selling time shares on Alpha Centauri
Swimming on the ocean floor
compressed to the size of atoms
shyly dressing in electrons just to
watch street lights swim past
followed closely by very large teeth
returning home a little tired ...
as a dust mote collides with the wall
leaving behind an unholy din and a
microscopic crater of fractured paint
You reach out clutching a star
and set it on my brow
dining at the far end of the Milky Way
planets floating by towing banners
selling time shares on Alpha Centauri
Swimming on the ocean floor
compressed to the size of atoms
shyly dressing in electrons just to
watch street lights swim past
followed closely by very large teeth
returning home a little tired ...
#love
#scifi
#travel
31 reads
0 Comments
Carpe_Noctem
Poem Published
30th Dec 2024 6:07am
30th Dec 2024 6:07am
White Sands
Jackal and carron picked my remains
yet still I lay
white sands
starry night body flayed
yet still I lay
white sands
bleached sun dried partially buried
yet still I lay
yet still I lay
white sands
starry night body flayed
yet still I lay
white sands
bleached sun dried partially buried
yet still I lay
#travel
47 reads
1 Comment
goldenmyst
Poem Published
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
22nd Jan 2025 4:45am
Four for the Road
Four for the Road
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
I Walpi
Bruja voice of a thousand tears
Takes us to the sky born wheel
Where pueblo wonders through centuries
Upon flower mesa that blossoms love
For children of dusty walls
Whose cast iron dreams
Are a coal stove in a pottery room
With a lady of ancient designs
Whose smile is the murmuring sun
That glimmers through a veil of sand
When her ceramic children
With motifs as sacred as the land
Are too strange for homes of...
#city
#desert
#memories
#spiritual
#travel
58 reads
2 Comments
Anne-Ri999
Poem Published
28th Jan 2025 3:22pm
28th Jan 2025 3:22pm
An encounter with The White rabbit, Trindada series part three
She is not a stranger.. Weather one is ready or not for her to appear. Where ever we go we seem to run into her. She slowly begets a functional meaning like the famous white rabbit in the story of Alice in wonderland. This still being one of my all time favorite classical stories. She shows us ways.
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
Originally from Scotland speaking with her distinct rolling r. When she speaks of the moon she says muin which as far as I know is part of the Celtic ogham Once I looked it up and found out it means prophecy, to advise or teach. These things surely she offers gently flowing as...
#travel
58 reads
2 Comments
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