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...
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?
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.
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.
I Walk Midnight's Moonlit trail Where pearled shadows dance Under sky's sparkling souvenirs My feet dipping into sojourn of charcoal vignettes In the night's softness, unbounded reveries cradle my soul firing my yearnings. #Fibonacci
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
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.
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
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 ..