"Learnings"

 Learnings and leanings

So many lives I've learned

I've always loved you

So many lives were burned

In flames above you

A crystal sparkle on a higher plane

Of loving, never boring, never strained

Liquid love to swirl in depths, I fain

Loving all unshackled, unconstrained

A whisper still petitioning my ear

To roll unto the day as to the year

The blaze is burning brighter all the while

As love is learning soul as well as style

To keep from writing poem of a length

That strains your soul as well as all my strength

Suffice it all to say that cannot change

You are all the one to rearrange

I hesitate only because each of these poems today took about five minutes.  Like a cauldron blowing its lid.

Of course, it makes sense as I reread the poem.  Of course you have to lead the way.  Just as you have done throughout the ages.  The double entendre is paramount.

"Learning to be myself"

 Learning to be myself

A lesson I learned early, you must like that which you see

I stared into a mirror, liking every bit of me

Not the mirror, caused the quake

But, all of life was still at stake

So, mirror image left behind 'til now

Antics of an animal were not the killing cause

The lesson that I had to learn before I took a pause

When the past had been requited,

Blur became in focus

Now that blind become insighted

I change my base of locus

I changed the where and how

I turn my head from thoughts of past

That heavy weight, inertia massed

To ponder something more

At first, the thought that caught my mind

To seek the awe of man refined

But, now I know the score

The heart, in agony, cried out

No more the sturdy, studied, stout

The mind has always led the way

The heart cries out to learn the sway

Bursting forth from regions now unknown

The heart cries out to touch the mage's stone

To learn to be myself without the chain

Remitting all of life from pyre and pain

The heart will lead the way

"Quandary"

 Quandary

I've been trying to figure the breaking of cage

Leave it in rout, all the past off the stage (D.E.)

Leave all the stasis in energy burned

Enflamed like a match from the loving as learned

There's only one way that I see through the noise

To binding of joy with all patience and poise

As loving emerges on world-facing stage

The end to the dismally blinding world's rage

Is if I can see it in your eyes

Just so

" Always, always the bright side"

 Always, always the bright side

I wonder at times if I've needed this ache

This emptiest feeling of furious fire

The lifetimes of rampage with worlds still at stake

Due to internal furnace of flaming desire

Unrequited

It seems apropos that the madness it caused

Would drive me to stand against all of the odds

To seek out the sources and all of the flaws

To peer without flinching at bombast and gods

Uninvited

I wish that I knew without question or doubt

Those words from your lips were for me

That revel in ending would quench the last drought

And lift to the last, bel esprit

Reunited

There may be more.  This is as far as I could get without exploding.

All it ever takes is listening to your voice for just a moment.  All of the ache returns to the amplified levels of a supernova.

"Bomb squad"

 Bomb Squad

Like a skittish colt on Sunday morning

Or, a bomb squad just receiving warning

Blood that burns like lava flowing rock

A mind like cheapest jewelry out for hock

Is me in your presence

I don't know why but I really, really like this one.  Maybe it stirs anticipation.

"Change"

 Change

A change within the wind has come

In litany preferred

The soft, pastoral stories drum

Sweet life in written word

A vast remove from fabricated nonsense in the lines

The heart wells up, the soul now soars as written word defines

A life portrayed in meaning of a heart that struggled through

And joys of life expand beyond constraints' restricted view

The feminine perspective holds a substance fair and true

Uncluttered by the disarrangement of an ancient rue

The challenge now to find more words of soft, pastoral strokes

To guide the souls upon the sea that honesty invokes

"Whirlwind"

Whirlwind

In praise of a woman with wonderful eyes

Transforming expressions forever arise

The sweetest component, to ne'er realize

The songs of the heart mesmerize

My celebration of her heart sustained in will and fire

The lifetimes will be many, driven by my heart's desire

To find new ways to celebrate the loving of that heart

And mesmerizing way she has from finish to the start

The whirlwind of emotions that cascade along her skin

It is my goal to circumvent the armour and the din

"White garden"

White garden

A wealth of white is witnessed in the garden on the end

The tulips and the daisies and the daffodils attend

A while was washed upon the vine wisteria would lend

Oh, the hopes and pending doom I never could defend

With the wall and trellis top the white and I did blend

No wasted words or whispered will while weather's on the mend

But, how to woo beyond this point, what withered way will wend

I see a gap between the hedges leading to an end

The moat has now seceded, there's no way in which to tend

The words are fading on the vine, seems nothing's left to send

A poet's word, a wizard's wound, the wanton dragons rend

The wealth of wooing, now it seems, unwillingly must pend

Or, is the white garden just wintery spray

Of blizzards that paste the white garden per se

Supreme celebration of warmth and blue skies

Takes two to explore with their hearts and their eyes

Not just any two can you mix to compose

Supernovas and fireworks produce cosmic rose

The nature and magic of potent emotions

Of passion and romance and constant explosions

Can only be cast by the spell of the wizards

Overcoming the white of the tulips and blizzards

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"The fountain"

 The fountain

More patience than a mountain

Or a sparkling silver stream

Trickling from a fountain

Pouring love of life extreme

I will not bide

The waning tide

I will not cross

The albatross

On way to loving dream

The ripples from the fountain shake

The ways of life, a cresting quake

That carries on beyond this life

Past pain and ache and sudden strife

Into your loving arms

The fountain turns to steam

"Dimensions"

Aug 28, 2022

Dimensions

Lovely blooms all lined up in a row

No fragrance; one dimension to the show

A cavalcade of mountains stalk the skies

An ocean view, with waves and tides that rise

Notes upon piano all alone

One dimension all, an epigone

But you!

Infini Entendre was a phrase

That tried to capture all of you ablaze

There is no count that captures all you are

Dimensions; never-ending avatar

All facets and entendres and expressions

I tried to indicate your vast impressions

It is no wonder that I'm mesmerized

Boundless poems never crystallized

I do not think you can be capsulized

That is the grounds on which I've emphasized

Desire to know you closer, colorize

The wonder that is you to energize

The revel's in my spirit evermore

But, revel, far or near, I know the score

I cannot stop, I've tried to tone it down

To not impose on you this crazy clown

For a tiny while, I thought it true

That I could end my sighs, attempts to woo

I cannot; And, yes, it still is true;

I'll revel on my own and out of view

I'll beg the stars to grant another time

In which 'tis more than words composed in rhyme

You're incredible, invincible and so very fragile.  Just like me.  No big god required.  My fragility, though, is now transforming into iron with the appearance of my humanity.

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Even this!  The dimensions, I now realize, go even further than I ever imagined.  This only describes one array of dimensions.  I might have to write another. 

"Mountain mists"

Mountain mists

The swirling mountain mists enshroud the quiet majesty

Enclosing all the trails and joy of pomp and pageantry

The solemn vows are hidden 'neath the cap of each dewdrop

The pinnacle revealed in light as mist departs the top

The rumble of the mountain can be heard both far and wide

The pain of rocky remnants tumble down the mountainside

The tumble scatters risks down on the trails on which we ride

No shelter can be taken with no place in which to hide

The mist in mountain's shadow cloaks the rumbles deep inside

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