Best Image Poems

-Escape of the mountain-

Do you care about my breast?
The new curve - countryside corset
The beauty of every summer dress 
Laying down, wearing out gravity 
Embracing the same feeling;  
Your hands indulged in
Passion and devotion
around perfumed scenery 
     The perfect pair

Today...

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~Perfect Rain~

I can see!
All the tribulations around
A rage against the burning wind
Nobody hears the crackling sounds in my voice
Everybody avoids feeling the smoke hidden within
A rain so deep it burns all the enamel off my skin
A rain that cut my soul in half
Two-piece that will...

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Receive
Listen
Be Still

Whispered words arriving on teardrops of the wind
They call to me
Embracing me so that I may exhale
For a moment in time

I look down to see the child woman curled up on my lap
Quietly dreaming
I stroke her sleep dampened hair and 
Caress her cheek gently...

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Effervescent elation arises and dances to ancient echoes; the rhythm of the drums heartbeat.  
Champagne notes bubble into the night sky; night music of Gaia’s children is music to my sleeping ears.

Ethereal flutes singing to the crickets, 
usher me into the dreamtime and there...

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Dream schemes play across the screen
And third eye examines them,
Ever so closely; tonight,
Another etheric flight;
Will show me new horizons
And the beings that dwell there;
The archetypes and images.

Scenes play out in colors,
Shadows weave their magic;
I am inundated.
Visiting spirits came,
Just to bid me adieu;
My guides know what...

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Only life in our mortal realm
entrenches self-doubt’s stand.

People and events cripple us
with critical mirrors showing us
visuals of our ineptness.

   All who are predisposed to clutching their negative blows
	               ...

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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion 
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade 
with the relish to ravish ravaging 
every fiber 

Conceived...

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When me and myself
Are feeling sadness
I sit down to chat
With the both of them
Finding the reasons
For their troubled minds

We have time to chat
I would speak with me
Telling things that troubled
Then next myself spoke
Telling all her woes
Till all was spoken

My name is I
Also me, myself
They live...

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It pleasures me
That she reads me
Inside her serenity
Parked on our bench of antiquities

I, whom gazes over there at her,
Later in the dusk of candlelight
Shall remove her pink dress
Tiss then
I shall see she derives her pleasures
As I read her...

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Leonardo’s Mona Lisa has nothing on you 
with her familiar face we’ve seen for years;
but your young beauty that’s so fresh and new,
leaves men around you seeking new frontiers.

Your olive smooth complexion soft and fair;
that lovely smile with tender moist pink lips.
Your chestnut eyes and...

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Dewdrops cling onto blades of grass;
like sparkling drops of liquid glass.
And in the morn when songbirds sing;
onto blades of grass, dewdrops cling.

With wondrous wings, butterflies fly;
like paintings afloat in the sky.
One of nature's prettiest things;
butterflies fly with wondrous wings.

Crickets stridulate for females;
till their constant chirping...

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My Dear Enemy
Here I am
In full armor
My quill is full of arrows
My bow is taunt and ready fro battle
My horse is pristine and shiny black
I am your enemy
As you are mine to the death
I shall take my bow and arrow
Pierce you through the heart
My king...

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You are a plus size model: sexy, hot
Emaciated woman, you are not!
You have the curves; you have the booty too
Those skinny girls don’t hold a shine to you

You know you’re fat and yet you have that flair
You’re beautiful; you make them stop and stare
You claim...

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I reflect the truth, yet you see a lie
I'm just a humble mirror, I wonder why
I love the shape, of your beautiful face
Why when you look, do you feel such disgrace?

The curve of your breasts, a delightful sight
You see them as misshapen and not quite...

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grace will find you
when thoughts fade away
crushed with unbearable grief
"losing your mind"

suffering during a dark night of the soul
the ego crumbles; revealing the light
your soul consciousness
"finding yourself"

directly experiencing the divine sense of oneness
where everything is connected at a deeper level
there is but one...

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