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An Eternal Phoenix
I am an eternal phoenix
With my silky velvety feathers soft
Yet they are my steel mechanics
Of perpetual motion and rhythm
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
With my key ring holding a rainbow
That muses around melody and music
That can touch you love and care
That can touch you silky kisses in burning diamond
I can touch you back to life
And you rise up to dance
And open the windows of adventures in your fingers
And your palm lines become rippling rivers
Sparkling water and waves craft music day and night
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
With my heart as old as the silver moon
That holds a melancholy tune in mute
Which I can hold still in my ears in moonlit nights
And a mind as young as a daffodil in young early spring
I can count colours into music
And music in colours poetry in hear beats
When you touch me with overwhelming warmth
Kisses and caresses become nocturnal bliss
And they resemble tropical rain in the green
Sparkling rain water crystal liquid diamonds
Floating over your silky smooth skin
Where I can and do paint a passion-painting
With the colours and pastel of my countless kisses
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers
I am an eternal phoenix
I take you to a long walk in shadowy afternoon
That turns out to be sunny in sunshine-rain
That wets us with closest of warmth
I offer my hand to you
You offer yours to me
And I can hear the beats between two entwined hearts
And you look up with petals of wonder in your eyes
I then see a black rainbow shines in your black hair
In various shinny shades of black
In the wind that brings the stories of the waves
Of the Southern ocean
Where mermaids' water dance calls us
Towards a dance held between our eyes
Do not write me off
For do know I shall rise up again
And I can do that in infinite numbers.
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The Colours Sing Inside
The colours sing inside
The melodies blossom
Yet pain rains
A rainbow is formed
A whirling formation of colours
Deep inside
Mind has infinite space
Webbed into a finite ball
Yet it holds the possibilities
Of wonder
Touching the limitless skies
Journeying across the star-dusted path
The mind sings
Melodies in whispers
Whispering nights
Calls for the waves
Oceans give to high tides and low
Can you see the sea bound mermaids?
Sparkling foams glitter diamond under the sun
The winds spell the name
That wonders in darkness
Holding the vigil of time
Time that drops on the plate
From the chimney of the eternal tomorrows
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Ideas Swim in the
Coral Reef
Ideas swim in the coral reef
Deep in the ocean floor
As though they are fishes
Fishes of bubbling colours
Fishes of dancing colours
Ideas swim in the coral reef
Noise follows in the coral reef
Deep in the ocean floor
The noise like the bubbles
The noise and no more ideas
Noise after the ideas swam
Words follow the noise
And they mean
They can do Maths
They can do poetry
They mean and they do
Utter business day and night
Words ceases in colours
And a different grammar is born
Different rhyme and rhythm
Different means and medium
Colours take us beyond words
Colours follow music
Ceases the ideas
Ceases all noise and words
All the colours blend in music
Music takes us there
Where nothing does
Music takes us back to ideas
Ideas where things were born
Ideas where things progress
Ideas swim in the coral reef
Deep in the ocean floor
As though they are fishes
Fishes of bubbling colours
Fishes of dancing colours
Ideas swim in the coral reef
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Following Poems Follow the Links
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Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
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The Story of A Rose
I am a rose
I am a nothing unless people wonder at me
Or that's how they made me think
I am nothing unless they name my price
Yet they are so very wrong!
I am not "nothing" at all
I am everything they do not understand
I am a story
I am an ode
Or may even be a legend
I am a rose
Born of a rose plant
From a penned branch of a rose bush
In someone's neglected garden
I became a bud
And the butterflies came and kissed me
The wind came and told me stories
The clouds sent me raindrops
The sky sent me whispers of love
The sun sent me sunrays rain
The moon sent me moonlit nectar at night
The dew spent all night preparing me
For the dawn when I was to blossom
And become a wonder people call rose
I am a rose-a little flower
I blossomed
I opened up my full blown youth
Looking at me
The wind learnt to dance
The butterflies the bees and bumbles bees
Learnt to sing
The Sun learnt to wonder
The Moon learnt to speak in mute
The silence learnt rhythm and music
I give the world colours
I am just a rose to people-a a
nothing
I am nothing unless they name my price
Yet they are so very wrong!
I am not "nothing" at all
I am everything they do not understand
Well, until somebody picked me
up
And put me in a vase and they wondered
Both the giver and the receiver
They might even have fallen in love
Yet I got dried and gradually died
Nobody wasted a breath for me
I am a little rose-an insignificant little nothing
They call me rose a little flower
Then I became dry and dead
In a straight honest phrase
I became dead ugly and smelly
In the dead water in the vase
They picked me up and threw me out
I ended up on the pathway
People walked on me
People stepped on me
People crushed me with their
Boots, shoes, sandals and bare feet
They crushed me and made into dust
The wind flew the lonely dust across the wind filed
I am a rose-a nothing unless
people wonder at me
Or that's how they made me think
I am nothing unless they name my price
Yet they are so very wrong!
I am not "nothing" at all
I am everything they do not understand
I am everything they crush
And I am their tragic self portrait
That they are never able to see
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Winter's Song
Winter keeps us wrapped in
honesty's shawl
Till springs flourish with dewy life of green
Till the springs begin to dance down
Till the leaves begin to paint the branches of trees
Winter keeps us wrapped in honesty's shawl
Honesty stands bare in the
swinging branches
Of the naked cold trees
Beginning of truth in the seasons to follow
Truth needs to be found
Yet it born out of honesty's seed
Winter keeps us wrapped in honesty's shawl
Cold winter weary and thin
Colourless days and nights
Yet warmth covers the bed
Winter sings the songs of bare face
You get what you see
Winter's songs are genuine honest tunes
Winter keeps us wrapped in honesty's shawl
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Following Poems Follow the Links
The
Inner Phantom
I
Search for the Myth of Life
Like
a Blown Kiss
Rainbow
Lady
East
Grinstead
Epyllion
Circularity
of Our Understanding
Playing
I do with Words
I’m
no Macbeth
The
Straight Line Theory
Keep
Falling Starlike
Slaves
of None
Through
the Window
In
the End
Theory
of Spin
A
House of Clouds in the Sky
The
Bud Dramatics
Sizzling
To
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