SNIPE ONE
Such beautiful eyes
are they for real
or an artist’s creative imagination
of a beautiful soul
upon your eyes lay lips of mine
a smile shall do
and
when you close your eyes
and open again
the love that ensues
will bind you
SNIPE2....
So do I
as your voice reverberates
across the continents
On this not so sunny
but chilly enough noon
I appreciate this poemic comment too,
and
hear your voice
Dear friend...
snipe 3.....
Perhaps by traversing
across my pages
you ought to have estimated
that Loved is equally blunt
in the nuances they call
the diamonds of poetry
and
''the great gift of poetry
to touch hearts
and warm souls''..
by a worldly poet
with which
HE
has blessed thee.
Hey,
this isn't a blog. It's poetry and rather good at that. Did you quote someone at the end? I'd like to know who if you know. wesley
wrote it some time back
i read and compose and forget as usual
thanks anyway could be u or Ian or Stan anyone
It's not me.
I don't write that well. istan
ur being modest
Istan is modesty galore ,
you
ensues
immure and demure
closed lids beneath saffron afternoon
mint tea on linen cloth and service
denote passages of being
the glory of the Now
from his hand and grace
the creation and gift
that all face
this terrible beauty
wakening
as the end draws to its beginning
the new passion
celeste
No not at all...
..as the end draws to its beginning.....!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.....the end is notional
we all seek to love
till life becomes nocturnal
towards the end
of the tunnel
eternal...
Love they say is in giving
and the gift will be recieving
I find that maybe I having spent fifty years
almost through life will just be happiest
alone
the band of road peoples I travelled
with Not skills nor what one does for another
makes harmony and sunset endings in the Now
but something I ponder about
maybe my reward is just being here
not in the great Love I keep just imagining
I think I read too many storybooks
and live in my head
but I can still dream
I can still write
and this perhaps is a dream
this hope
eternal yes
one day
one day!!
only those who dream
rise above all mantles of human understanding
and
they alone soar above in the heavens,
far from the maddening Earthians
who simple ground the electrifying energy
which emanates from those
who dream
BUT
fear not to be perished...
l
there is more love
then to be saddled and put duty and effort
there is a fire a call that strives in me
demands of me to keep looking
Keep writing
beleiving
so easy to join up with the bitter
to gossip and draw down the weak
how it burns in me that itch and how
I scratch it at times
I think there must be more then
the ferocity of tearing things down
an impossible effort in something
almost too impossible to imagine
in the fulfillment of dreams
of ideals towards good
Im just a poet
getting by out here
who is a dreamer
a rather ordinary looking one at that
but there is beauty
In works I read here
Thank You!
the spontaneaty and sparkles of poetic illunination consequence
of a simple poet's poetry
can energize one's mind
is in itself remarkable ..
I do
a d o r e
See I told you Ian not many have the verve nor the nerve
See I told you Ian ,
not many have the verve
nor the nerve
as Esker
the poet
off the cuff like me
right over here..
pardon me
its like mutual
poetic masturbation
i think lately Jess also spoke mildly of poetic masturbation
lately mildly correct me if it so does you please....
....''''''its like mutual
poetic masturbation....''''
selection
your eyes...
such beautiful eyes
are they for real
or an artist’s creative imagination
of a beautiful soul
upon your eyes
lay lips of mine
a smile shall do
and
when you close your eyes
and open again
the love that ensues
will bind you