Moderation
If moderation means no coercion
Than moderation it be
I can only suggest a lovingly version
Fulfillment, fusion, and free
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Fulfillment, fusion, and glee
I think I like 'free' better than 'glee'. It's tricky. I really like both but free suggests something important about the change.
Oh, and, otherwise, it is in no way moderation which I write or feel
Yeah, duck soup. Asa meishi maie. Piece of cake.
Carnations
I had to create a word or, more exactly, definition
"Re" or '"In" were just the wrong rendition
I used the term of avatar to describe it once before
But, even that, does not explain the score
I am hesitant to write it down but this I take for granted
If ever I am blessed to give you flowers, carnations will be planted
I think this poem says it all in vagueness of intent
I no longer need explain, I understand what's meant
Not a care within the world if others follow route I lay
Except, my dear, I would lead you on your way
Though, I know that is not needed.
The Diamond's Facets
I peer into each of the diamond's faces
And find a new kaleidoscope within
In each and every facet, finding traces
Of stirring, swirling changes that begin
To hint at something more than just the wonder
At evolution laced with fire and thunder
One facet of the diamond is the song
With genre-free transcendence all along
Each song itself, bold changes in its course
Rearranging all of life with force
Another is display of all expressions
All of the emotions of a life
Brought to life in infinite confessions
All of loving, limitless and rife
So many other facets shining bright
Removing all the darkness from the light
Validation comes in many forms
In eyes of adoration and in storms
As I peered into the vast reflections
I came upon reflections of my eye
Startled by my own immense affections
A mist began to form, I can't deny
At the heart, the pulse that always pleaded
For rarest breed of loving that is needed
As heart was freed, and living was preceded
By loving that became as something bleeded
Poured upon the floor, then gathered up
A struggle, then, ensued when something new
Occurred beneath the burning of the sun
Requiring finer fettle, something mettle
To take the stress required when it is done
When all the jarring turned too many times
When all the loving's launched in words of rhyme
When all the many facets mirror never-ending blend
Of diamond-hard renditions; when the movement has no end
Now, at last, we come to the conclusion
That loving's on its way with no confusion
Within a merest lifetime, all the loving should be free
The Willow
The wind approached the willows
Blowing branches in the air
Just like the heart that billows
Dreaming thoughts of love and care
Upon the wind, across the land
It spreads in subtle ways
At last, the loving takes a stance
Like violin, it plays
A sense of something greater
As the wind picks up its speed
The time, no longer later
As the loving has been freed
The poetry train
I see them running by along the track
Unending poem train goes clickity-clack
Each car that passes by contains a few
Whenever, as is always, thoughts of you
Delighted with the hum, though feelings wrack
Never, on those rails, has been a crack
They chug along with smile on engine car
Ahhh, I hope, for love, that they go far
I feel there is some meaning
As they wildly go careening
Through my heart
Show me the way
I watch the stars streak through the night
The ever-setting suns
I pass eternity in spite
Of all the painful runs
You drive me on to stay in play
So mystically, you show the way
Surprisingly, it just surprises you
In all the lives and all the times
You've never sensed that all the rhymes
Would never have existed without you
I do not know just when the love will come
When the end to endless run succumb
My patience rivals mountains, heavy sigh
But, only you will know when time is nigh
Raffishly
It seems that once I start the poem train
It makes of life its own, begins to reign
Releasing thoughts of you without restraint
Precluding slightest effort or complaint
Becoming nigh impossible to shake
It pours out from my blood and bones, awake
Reaching transcendental, hit the brake
As if all life and love were now at stake
I try so hard to give it lightest touch
But, always, it comes out a bit too much
Chagrin and rolling eyes becoming vogue
Spiced with feelings of the raffish rogue
But, there beneath the tentative and fright
Remains essential thoughts of pure delight
Static
No frozen features all on down the line
Infinite expressions of you shine
So many times, so many ways
That I have tried to scribe
Each moment drawn, re-etched in clays
Divergent tune and vibe
As if all time were molded new
Each moment gone, no end in view
Each sketch but lasts a moment
Each heartbeat a bestowment
Of a new Kaleidoscope
The last one did elope
Just a note ago
As time and years accumulate
The beat of drums attenuate
Allowing golden heart to press
For din of life to acquiesce
And slow the tempo down
The loveliness begins to coalesce
Into a form more stable effloresce
As if, for all of life, commemorate
To settle down but not to abdicate
The bearing of the crown