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Summer's StudyPutting the old legs up, with The tweed jacket and moustache, not So bad, and the pillar of flailing, foaming froth, oh, see how it Encompasses the compass, the lighthouse of the cliffs.Summer's Study
There isn’t a soul there, you know, exempting the big hand, which Sometimes pops over for a quiet one, and then folds over your furniture, packing it Away, away, sailing away, they have sold the woods, they have sold what was once A time of timelessness. You know, one Of those little moments, which you remember forever, for an eternity of wailing Echoes, and rebounds across the road, missing that bu
by ~Dreamyimmersion
Twin HaikuHeaven is but a fickle paradise For wanderers who have lost Their darknessTwin Haiku
And cannot stay within this pit Within the hellish, flaming Brightened room.
by ~Dreamyimmersion
The Second Trimetric PentagonWhen caught in a trimetric pentagon Of the finest, dusted loam, oh, so intricately Polished over the millennia of her blank emotionsThe Second Trimetric Pentagon
‘Eureka!’, says he, as a box of finest clipping fell upon Him, and in the split of a second The sun came up. And then we were on the other side of the second. Or were we? Scientific research has shown that perhaps without The two bulbous belongings that can sit, like spindly spinsters, and Cast a ray or note or two, or mourning, or lonesome perspective does realise That light has turned dark, and still, though, there is a light, and all Of
by ~Dreamyimmersion
Bow DownTo the most unkempt wonders preside under the sides of three-boxed Viewer until explosions of sun and the sky do Strike the bluest of blue and blow and blow Like some wolf and of the forest like the greenest tide Of a dead ocean and clouds to matchBow Down
And they aren’t there because If I was to see what you were to see Then a collective mind would Descend and fall like a sky Upwards, hence, and hurry For the wolves return on sledges of iron And bronzed perhaps – without a song they’ll sing their Words, fading backwards, So rising, not Falling, as I spoke of
by ~Dreamyimmersion
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Dreaming by DuskDusk through the window- the never-quite-black of sleep in the city of angels.Dreaming by Dusk
Fingers outstretching, uncomprehending, a wall between false day and un-night
I hope only once for all lights to dim until true rest descends over all,
that I may brush lips on darkness, and know the feel and the mass of the mystic.
by ~Ypres
Parasitic BeautyOh, delicate and pale one, I cannot bring myself to shun Your presence on the ground below,Parasitic Beauty
I can’t despise you, even though You violate You take You steal- Oh, do not think I cannot feel
Your light and loving tendril’s touch Exquisite
Hungry Leaving such
A tickling thrill within my veins A chorus of winsome sweet refrains Sings of how I’m richly paid
In frail, white flowers’ charms display’d, And rapture swells my wooden heart That in their bloom I have a part.
by *Garnet-43
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