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Moonbeams dance


moonbeams dance on my pillow
this unknown summer night
venus blooms like cereus
in an ebony sky
a hushed wind carries 
My dreams to you
I pick up my pen...

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When Death Sings A Lullaby

Death  comes upon them
Finite, infinite, definite
Pain and loss huddle into 
A grieving mass of broken hope.

Wondering what they did wrong..
When bombs drown their cries
The blood wipes away their tears
To be alive is to be broken
To be alive is to be wounded
That when they come from the sky
They come from the ground
They hit where it hurts the most
Taking away what you love the most

While the bigwigs sit and talk away at big tables
Drinking from the cup of blood

The universe is frightened
And the stars wonder
Why has man turned from human to beast?

A Glowing Holorime

Glow-worms glimmer as breaths succumb to night's ebon refrain
Lyres of your telepathic wavelengths forever remain.



Holorime/Holorhyme is a form of rhyme where two very similar sequence of sounds can form phrases composed of slightly or completely different words and with different meanings.

To A Lustrous Dawn

Dawn breaks over the eastern sky
A blazed zephyr carries birds' chorale
To the stars and the moon, a goodbye.

On the horizon, tequila sun sighs
Lending verve to day's morale
Dawn breaks over the eastern sky.

Starlight ditties of lullaby
Give way to a cerulean royale
To the stars and the moon, a goodbye.

Chirping on my window-sill, a magpie
Feathered choirs, so mystic, surreal
Dawn breaks over the eastern sky.

Rosette tints radiate, magnify
A lilac sky swathes to reveal
To the stars and the moon, a goodbye.

Solar ripples intensify
Sparking a luminous appeal
Dawn breaks over the eastern sky
To the moon and the stars, a goodbye.


# A Villanelle poem.

When The Cosmos Awakens

Fragrant blossoms perfume the trees
Air roseate with redolence
Birds warbling endless resonance.

Dew luminesces flowers and leaves
Where butterflies on morning jaunt
Fluttering prismatic feathers flaunt.

Morning serenade by bees
Nuzzling blooms for their sweet nectar
The quèen bee's honey collector.

Leaves rustled by a gentle breeze
Cloudless sky vaulting green meadows
Lambs grazing in peaceful shadows.

Dropping slowly into the eaves
Dry leaves and twigs, the sparrows find
A nest, a home they weave and bind.

Fragrant blossoms perfume the trees
Dew luminesces flowers and leaves
Morning serenade by bees
Leaves rustled by a gentle breeze
Dropping slowly into the eaves.



# The Constanza form of poetry  

bunny bugged

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There lived a nice looking bunny,
Munched GNC, thought life was sunny,
Until they put her on
The cover like a newborn
Didn’t think it one bit funny.

Dr.Dolittle came to her rescue
He told Playboy that he would sue.
Alan pitched in with the chipmunks
Lost the case, the magazine punks.
Ratatouille whipped up a fondue.

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A Lone Fisherman

The ozone murmurs

In the silvery gloaming

As a fish quietly leaps

The quivering waves of

A dappled twilight moana

Its breath drawn upon

An opalescent August sky

Whispering shadows etch

Fragile moments

Bringing song of the sea

Filling piscator’s net

With briny scents;

Crepescule colors flicker

Yellowing the marine

Across windswept Neptune

The rising tide

Pulses a refrain ..