Sonnets From "I Tear One Bird"..Yet to be published
White petaled throats chirp off the nutmeg wing,
Celestial wavelengths seek, nature employs.
Bronzed shells loosen their pearl and brilliance rings!
The ice phase melts before the tender voice.
Skin sheds, irises gloss, a hope, a prayer,
Answered in symphony before our eyes.
Oysters yawn and glow as ribboned mares,
Offering pearls, as moons, unto the sky.
But what can we of flesh and bone supply?
To the hearty veins that quench the seasons?
Who, unwavered by our touch do apply
Ointment on our caveman scars of reason.
And tickling our youth, restoring men,
Manages moon rise and set and rise again.
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Us lonely, us so solitary, here.
We sensitives know well, nature’s lash.
Humbly, we look to you for cheer,
The open wounds crisscrossed upon our backs.
Sweet, still, white blossoms won’t you bloom and grow?
Winter barks cold when you beg to push…
Let those liquid veins fatten and bestow
Your buds with proper nutrients! Ambush!
Oh spring wont you push! Push! Push! We’ll pray hard!
We’ll scrape the frost from your rocky roof!
Soak your roots swollen! Extinguish barriers!
Dry agitated tears with glorious proof,
That one may break through soil by soft sewing,
Say, you’re wandering through toil? Keep going…
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Sonnet 9
Butter yellow wings hovering august
I’m painfully aware of summer love
Now that leaves beg to blush and fall, I must
hunt my soul back, the arrow pierced dove
mamory,, the gland of womanhood swells
All nerves mimic the pulp of cherry lips
Your liquids icicle on silver bells
heavy muted rings, I feel his absence
north to south whispers fierce, your resonance
there is no escaping, delight, decay
east to west winds devour my innocence
I would not have it any other way
I ask no favors from eternity
In serving time, time is sure to serve me
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a little something..........
Sonnet 9
Butter yellow wings hovering august
I’m painfully aware of summer love
Now that leaves beg to blush and fall, I must
hunt my soul back, the arrow pierced dove
mamory,, the gland of womanhood swells
All nerves mimic the pulp of cherry lips
Your liquids icicle on silver bells
heavy muted rings, I feel his absence
north to south whispers fierce, your resonance
there is no escaping, delight, decay
east to west winds devour my innocence
I would not have it any other way
I ask no favors from eternity
In serving time, time is sure to serve me
Celestial wavelengths seek, nature employs.
Bronzed shells loosen their pearl and brilliance rings!
The ice phase melts before the tender voice.
Skin sheds, irises gloss, a hope, a prayer,
Answered in symphony before our eyes.
Oysters yawn and glow as ribboned mares,
Offering pearls, as moons, unto the sky.
But what can we of flesh and bone supply?
To the hearty veins that quench the seasons?
Who, unwavered by our touch do apply
Ointment on our caveman scars of reason.
And tickling our youth, restoring men,
Manages moon rise and set and rise again.
--------------------
Us lonely, us so solitary, here.
We sensitives know well, nature’s lash.
Humbly, we look to you for cheer,
The open wounds crisscrossed upon our backs.
Sweet, still, white blossoms won’t you bloom and grow?
Winter barks cold when you beg to push…
Let those liquid veins fatten and bestow
Your buds with proper nutrients! Ambush!
Oh spring wont you push! Push! Push! We’ll pray hard!
We’ll scrape the frost from your rocky roof!
Soak your roots swollen! Extinguish barriers!
Dry agitated tears with glorious proof,
That one may break through soil by soft sewing,
Say, you’re wandering through toil? Keep going…
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Sonnet 9
Butter yellow wings hovering august
I’m painfully aware of summer love
Now that leaves beg to blush and fall, I must
hunt my soul back, the arrow pierced dove
mamory,, the gland of womanhood swells
All nerves mimic the pulp of cherry lips
Your liquids icicle on silver bells
heavy muted rings, I feel his absence
north to south whispers fierce, your resonance
there is no escaping, delight, decay
east to west winds devour my innocence
I would not have it any other way
I ask no favors from eternity
In serving time, time is sure to serve me
--------
a little something..........
Sonnet 9
Butter yellow wings hovering august
I’m painfully aware of summer love
Now that leaves beg to blush and fall, I must
hunt my soul back, the arrow pierced dove
mamory,, the gland of womanhood swells
All nerves mimic the pulp of cherry lips
Your liquids icicle on silver bells
heavy muted rings, I feel his absence
north to south whispers fierce, your resonance
there is no escaping, delight, decay
east to west winds devour my innocence
I would not have it any other way
I ask no favors from eternity
In serving time, time is sure to serve me