The fox slopes warily into the garden,
a sapphire dawn overlay's and
sheens his form.
He trots across
a snow powdered clearing
head low, electric whiskers
seeking trace and track.
Crystalline eyes
turn toward a window
where I watch between
aquamarine icicles.
A white speckled snout
wrinkles in sudden awareness.
A quick curious stare,
then off he vaults
over a frost jeweled fence,
a bristled tail whisking
diamond flecked snowflakes -
blue diamonds.
Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking
Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts
Believing in hefty heaving heroes
Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows
Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries
Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic
Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries
Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams
Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels
Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels
Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic
Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle
Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka
Unrealities and realities
grind together in mortar’s mouth,
spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes—
succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper,
musks of bruised lightning,
threshing thunderous throbs.
Instability incarnate sings her reveling wails,
fragrances of something
Beyond Name.
I guide existences into black curve,
severing them against sharp, obsidian walls,
letting them rupture—letting them bleed
—syrups and statics—
messy marrows of forgotten equations.
Their shapelessness mutable,
pliant pages to pulp in the plunge
of the merciless pestle.
How many combinations will one
blend and crucify—
to crush, to coax, into coherence?
Rasps of bone bend against sanguine salts,
sheens of opulent oil merge with ember embryo—
iron filings licked into life by tempests reigned.
Anything of matter becomes
moisture—mass—mold—
hunger pooling at my basin’s heart,
seething for impending strike,
for sudden and unforgiving
birth.
sub test
bested friscans, outed
not a vow about it
sheens and dreams
cameroon once held blooms in truth
never hid out in bosnia long enough
with opened hands
looking be kind at him
israelly waters eyes so himilayan
an trapped
too wrapped in his daughters heyday's
brazillia soo wild and repressed
from americaint pick up the bodies
melted frets in my brush
strokes forgetting
english frustraiting the curved bowties
Fickle sunbeams tickle fluttering daydreams...…
Lyrical lapping lullaby encores...
Gingerly stroke sandy shell shattered shores..
Starlings spy…sky high murmurations...
Skimming stones....slicing silky sheens..
Voluptuously verdant riddles…islands within idylls...
Scattered daffy darlings..dilly dally...
Sunshine splattered chlorophyll candles...
Animosity as an ersatz monstrosity shines…
Saluting highfalutin pomposity..devouring skylines..
Notes of cut grass gloats floats from..
Middle class mowed manicured marvels..
Criss cross collaborations… surf the tailored turf....
Billiards baize ablaze with petrichor whiffs
Festooned with afternoon nana nap snores..
The radio's heavenly hum of cricket scores...
A duvet of familiar riffs...murmurs of what if's..
An inkling..whispers of summer's sprinkling serendipity twinkling..
It gets into all the machines
and freezes up the works,
it coats the sidewalks and front steps,
and slipping on it hurts.
It sheens the railing so that when
you grab them gloves get wet,
it lays on branches so they break,
the living and the dead.
But worst of all, it coats the roads
in glass you cannot see,
you only know when your Honda
is skidding fast and free.
The snow will bring us great beauty,
stark sculptures carved in white,
and seeing those big, fluffy flakes
makes winter seem alright,
but freezing rain, I must confess,
is like the mosquito,
it probably serves some purpose,
what it is? I don’t know.
I hate to hate what nature makes,
but sometimes, it ain’t nice,
I call it scourge of the northeast,
I hate, I HATE, black ice.
WHISPERING JOURNALISTIC THOUGHTS IN A QUIET PLACE WHERE I DWELL
down deep where unseen is unseen
way far away where not a soud can be heard
in a place where oblivion is oblivious to oblivion
i dwell as if normal life recently invented was never an idea
the castle where i now lay my head is a mere blueprint example made of a vapor long since antiquated
i eat a bowl of iced soup and tickle each icicle that has grown rip van winkle beards dyed blue
the key to the city is abandoned and the rust make it cum hard exploding pepper spray sperm
where is the air when deep is pitch black dispare
why do i cry as i sigh on the midst of being super shy
i only beam when the team's dreams are oddly serene so it seems
the end is so dirty that that it feels so clean that it sheens and its presentation is so abstract front to both sides in all strides to the very back that i do not come close to knowing what it all means
We believe in diverse in our universe
Our government’s a meritocracy in reverse
Red folks, brown folks, yellow and green
Indigenous Indians, Asians, Orientals, ‘Mar-sheens’
So despite constant breakdowns in communication
Multicolor anger and fury benefits all nations…
We also support workplace equity
All employee reviews must be ‘A’ or ‘B’
And of course there’s inclusion, finally
For violent ex-felons we bend the knee
All told, with our universe we’ve given birth
~ to a bigger mess than Planet Earth
Live within your means
Just as your looks are within your genes
Drop not your chins
For other’s surpassing sheens
Play not another man’s game
For it affords him glory and fame
It’s a sure way to suffer waste and shame
When you forego what was always in your name
Your call proudly bear
Though applause be scarce and rare
Brace, endure and dare
Be proven and never have to swear
Walk thy pace
Show thy face
Make your case
Firmly and with grace
You are with beginning and with end
And ye are rendered to depend
Though ye are free to attack or defend
Of your frailties you cannot pretend
However the wind blows
Wherever the river flows
How sun shines and moon glows
Only God knows
K. Muitherero
Who Glistens in Emerald and Ruby Auric Luster, But Thy Queen
Long Live the Tales and Legacy,
Pearls Of Wisdom and Beauty Abound
Shine Then Forever as Thy Crown,
Wild Forged through the Heart, Let thy Sacred Flame Burn Forevermore
Etched In The Stars with Legends and Lore,
Let Sheens of Thy Sword Glow as Thy Halo Of Infinity
and Thy Voice Soar with the Winds, Ever-Forth to Eternity
Let Diamond Lights from Thy Eyes Implode and Explode like Rhizomes
and Thy Lofty Ideals Always Galore,
and Let Grace and Gratitude always be at your side
and Majesty and Truth Always Shine,
Royal By Virtue, Your Golden Shield
May Angels Guide Thee To Safe Passage Into the Eternal Sea,
Let Thy Presence Illuminate like Heavenly Gems Abode
and your Soft Touch wake up Souls,
Ever-Onward, Chariots Ablaze
Blessed Be and Glorious, To Most Excellent Of Days
Long Live The Queen
Long Live The King who shines Sublime
Gleaming in Sheens Of Excellent Light,
Oscillating Crowns Of Fire and Gems
Forever Be, Blitzing Mountains till the end
Shine Thereon above the Heathens Of Night
Robed in Garments, Illumined like Galactic Knights
Take Flight, Always Rising Kingly Like
In Kingly Strides towards Kingly Heights,
Press Forth, Ever-Beyond the Mists Of Time
Ever-Triumphant Free and Wild
Let the Winds Chant, Whisper, and Sing
As The Seasons Pass... Long Live The King
A Bushel Of Sage, I'm Stardust
Ascending through meditation, Soul Drifting Wanderlust
Seven Doors To Heaven
VICTORIOUS! I Raise the Alchemists Scepter,
Climbing Stairways above the Mists Of Life
Rising Aflame, Blazing Lights like Nazarites
Aura Sheens Of Infinity the Spirit Gleams Forever
Soaring Above Lies & Oppressors,
Ever-Flowing like the Grace of an Epic Zen Master
My Hearts Deep and Rich like Jasper,
Flying Ever-Higher, Ever-Faster
I'm a Full Throttle Cosmo Threshold Smasher,
Sailing Seas Of Eternity, I Drift the Inner Galactics
There, The Promise Lands we Inhabit
Beyond the Chords Of Time, Enshrined, The Elixir Of Life
BEHOLD, The Mystical, BEHOLD, The Divine
I sit with my feet touching the water
fascinated by a playful otter
near the river's edge, amid evergreens,
rolling along the sapphire surface sheens.
Swimming up and down propelling itself
enlightening up on a bare rock shelf.
Scattered green dwarf saplings I sit and spy
capricious. Once again and it's good-bye.
A breath, filled with, bluebells, lavender bell
blooms bright and lovely, I linger a spell.
Pink and white dance across, and hint of breeze
Plethora of weeds, brown moss grasps the trees.
I dream of pixies, and fairies behind
wild spray of tall dandelions, I'd find.
9/17/2023
Astonishingly are the reflections of moonlight
Colors dancing from prisms taking wingless flight
Waters' second nature is so abundantly bright
Spectrums turning the sheens of wrong into right
Aquatic mirrors paint a tapestry within the night
Singing visual melodies, waves glittering with light
As the sun rises across, the morning takes its own slight
Just listening to its rhythm causes my pen to write
October's Falling Leaves (Tootsie)
Frost glazed autumn leaves of chromaticity
(Of reds and yellows, and greenish coloured sheens)
Are strewn around and on the path by the breeze.
And it’s charming to watch Tootsie step gingerly
(Side winding in a weave) to avoid the leaves,
Which crackle below her feet as she proceeds.
Delightfully, she turns to smile back at me
As if to imply foolishness, but with glee,
In the vibrancy of October’s falling leaves.
***
Note:
Tootsie (sweet and playful) is a pet name assigned by the author for Tourmaline.
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