The is caliginous and empty, quiet as the grave.
No echo of our song could I save.
Am I lying to myself that our perfect
had meaning?
You left me here alone in the dark of the night
Crying softly as our dreams took flight.

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betwixt
wildflowers
thorns & dreams
scorching her psyche
she mixes
their sensuous yearnings
with fervid verity
she closes her eyes
catches fire
burns away the sins
& turns
far
from her desires
she doesn't cry
she becomes
cinders of
the unloved
and never
falls
again

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Another one of my older poems. Warning - this one is a bit sad.

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Blushing winter
unlaced
as fluttering spirals
bloom in flames
unfolding
afterglow hues
in breathless heather
beyond blue
the ethereal rain
in sunset beatitudes...




🎨 Scott Naismith

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Sweet Memories,
Of long gone days,
Under a tropical sky,
Two entwined figures
Walk the red earth
In perfect harmony,
A sudden hush of nature,
The heavy scent in the air,
One first warm drop
Falling on our skin,
And the celestial nectar
We tasted on each other’s lip.

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Full moon night,
Again the dream,
I run through,
That unlit arcade,
Pausing in front,
Of a scarlet dress,
An ethereal whisper,
Stay away from red..
The dark contour
Of a shadow,
On Italian marble,
As a man moved away,
From a white column,
His musky scent,
And that kiss…

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Collecting feathers
Sweet knells to cradle
Melted ambition



The Lament for Icarus (1898)
Herbert Draper

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It was a of a different kind. The sound of an ambulance played like a symphony, enticing her. A career as a Paramedic was the obvious choice.

‘You’re a natural,’ they said as she bent over the resuscitation dummy. ‘But..’
The dummy blinked & sat up to listen.

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A scented floral paper,
Words thrown here and there,
A lone lying on the side,
Plucked petals everywhere,
On a pristine white pillow,
Ruby beads are red roses,
A man lies in oblivion,
Of his love fading away,
A tear stained note,
And a blue flower,
Forget me not..

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They're howling
In the middle of battlefield
Their own strength
Without any mercy
Within darkness of
The blood of d moon
Has taught about sanity
Remain of d unfinished
battle day beyond justify
Bless n curse in between of dignity

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Meet me at
Where moonflowers,
Bloom for lovers delight,
Undress the starry sky,
Strip its crystal glint,
Hear their tinkling sound,
As the sparkling gown,
Covers the ground,
Tonight we’ll loose,
Heart and soul,
Under a naked sky..

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slides in thru the window, & whispers a tale in her ear while she's dreaming. The tale is about a fairy who searches a forest for her lost wing, & gets lost in the woods herself.
By the small hours of the morning, she's in the forest too, looking for the fairy.

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Blustery midnight
Now and then owl's somber voice
competes with windchimes

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vIsIoNs ©️

Nothing is ever as it seems,
but am I but the master
of my dreams. And while many
reflections rest still in the of illusions—blurred
are they so sweet like a peach or or a vision. ✍️🏽

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The owner of the fancy dress shop directed him towards a door, Mr Ben preparing to enter a world of adventure. Alas, the shopkeeper was an imposter and with Mr Ben trapped in a back alley dressed as his favorite book character the burglar made off with his wallet.

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Had a dream
Was on TV
Making immortal being
History
As first stand-up
From beyond the veil
Set was an epic fail
Stand up
From history
Brought on stage with me
But it's not to be
Picked jokes 'of their time'
Many of them now a crime
Certain they did in on purpose

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It's really quite moronic
how quickly you rescued me
from a wolf
with teeth gnawing
and snapping
within me through the pages of
my own silly little

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Baroque experience
glimmering candles
the only light

Night of symphony
sundered grace
Touching her hand
the look
of her face

Grown from elegance
beyond compare
Composing with passion
the infinite dare

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Celestial magic
Projected across glass lake
Amorous sojourn

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I remember the day they assumed control. The sirens, the bands of light chopping thru the air. But what was most terrifying was the voice, if one could call it that, like a metronome of death, a kind of hypnotic thrum that invaded one's sense of well-being. God save us.

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