May 14, 2021
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POETIC PORTRAITS #2 #poetry #instapoem #instapoet #words #quotes #poeticportrait #redhead #fiery #feisty #fire #mothtoaflame #instawords #instaquote #hair #haircolor
The Dust Dances Too
He grew up by the sea He plays with the dust And turns it into gold With the help of his magical pen He transforms imaginations Into nets to trap our attention Within their threads And we, his readers, helplessly Wander inside his stories Awestruck by his creative genius Which spills upon our lives Infests our thoughts and we kind of Get addicted to his charm as We read him more and more I don't know much But he is a very simple person Someone with a rich past And a richer soul from where He brings about gems and diamonds To shine with his thoughts Which are so adorable sometimes It makes me wonder if he is real Or some imaginary human Composing for us fantasy tracks To lead us somewhere we all wish to go But never really can He is the magician of the dust He plays them and turns them into gold He makes them dance And weaves them like Pearls in a garland Capturing with it Our enchanted hearts.
(You must follow his inspirational blog... thedustdancestoo )
To Dear Miss,
A random mail Reached my inbox Someone who reads me I think and she likes what I write And hence requested me If I could write for her too And I said I would try To compose a little something And here it is, just for her...
The way your eyes Search for meanings And the way you look forward To read inspiration What is it that torments you? I might never guess And yet there you are Waiting to hear A word about you And I know for sure You are special And that is because You were honest and frank And seek beauty in the little things That life has to offer You preserve your friends Like pearls in boxes And I know you care How much they share A part of themselves with you Maybe you are a great daughter too A great sister, and a wonderful friend And those who know Might be cherishing you so much And I believe you add to them So much of value Your love you pour on them Like November rains And your relationships Blossom under your care And that precisely my dear Makes you a beautiful girl Deep down in your heart lies Pure essence of beauty Your feminine side.
(I would like to apologize since I don't know her name... but I certainly know her from the way she posted her thoughts...)
Observing the Crop Circle Artist (For Rakuli)
It's a fact
no knack for art talent here
valiant rants cantering on
intact thoughts
almost melodically
like a song.
Ping-pong
bounce the ball
incoherencies
deliriously hit the floor.
A crazy door to open
moreover
to the crop circles
poking at the artistry
of the man choking
on too much brilliance.
Contained
retained within the mind
finding it winding in his
moat of a throat
to protect the boat full
of wisdom
dizzied by the waves
on an ocean of saliva.
You'll find him
gazing at the sky
regurgitating
graze-grass lines
unable to be confined
within a single open field.
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Poetic portrait for Rakuli
Dear Mike,
Dear Mike, And this is for you You are a sweet soul Occupying my thoughts And every time I feel I need A bright ray of sun in the night I visit your blog and read your thoughts And find myself transforming my own There is a ray in you Of true honesty Whatever that you say is so true And no matter how long I read You always appear to me so new.
Dear Mike, You are a friend indeed For you need not hug me to show Your words do what your arms cannot And they warm my heart so I am the happiest and most grateful That I could find someone like you A soul that is so clear of its path And that looks behind and draws from its life The most beautiful thoughts It makes me happy to read To know how you must feel For somewhere along the way We are so very similar Like snowflakes upon water We both floating in same directions Melting upon the same piece of land And how we make art out of our imperfections And carry our hearts in our hands.
Dear Mike, There is so much more I can say But my own incapacities block my way And I am sometimes left speechless At how you magically brighten my worst possible day.
The heart whispers (for lilysofthefield)
I professed to all the world
underneath a sky of light pierced clouds
as loud as I could yell the words,
so they might be heard.
By someone
somewhere out there,
that longed to meet me
like I longed to meet them.
Will you love me?
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Check her out here: lilysofthefield