Blooming bud to rose ~ ?

.... just an Opiate Dream."
~ Rimbaud

"Everything seen...
the vision gleams in every air

Everything had...
The far sound of cities in the evening.
In sunlight, and always.

Everything known...
O Tulmult! O Visions! These are the stops of life.

Departure in affection, and shining sounds."
~ Rimbaud DEPARTURE

"When the boy's head, full of raw torment,

Longs for hazy dreams to swarm in white,

Two charming older sisters come to his bed

With slender fingers and silvery nails.

They sit him at a casement window, thrown

Open on a mass of flowers basking in blue air,

And run the fine, intimidating witchcraft

Of their fingers through his dew-dank hair.

He listens to their diffident, sing-song breath,

Smelling of elongated honey off the rose,

Broken now and then by a hiss: saliva sucked

Back from the lip, or a longing to be kissed.

He hears their dark eyelashes start in the sweet-

Smelling silence and, through his grey listlessness,

The crackle of small lice dying, beneath

The imperious nails of their soft, electric fingers.

The wine of Torpor wells up in him then

- Near on trance, a harmonica-sigh -

And in their slow caress he feels

The endless ebb and flow of a desire to cry."

~ Authur Rimbaud,
"The Seekers of Lice"
Translation, eremy Harding

"He died on November 10, 1891 at the age of thirty-seven,
after suffering a night of hallucinations."

http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/1268

Maya or illusion?

Or just ~ A person's pain, sickness,
Confusion?

*

Enduring grace or ephemera?
I fear the fare,

When kooku cooks cook.
I fear the faire ~
I fear!

"Circe' this craft, the trim-coifed goddess."
~ Ezra Pound

.... O yes, suffering, real, but hope
May bring relief.

Suffering, yes, a convincing
Illusion, Maya embodied in contusion,

.... but alas,
That bruise, that bleeding body ~

No illusion,
As everyday, I see proof on faces
Who bear its confusion.

Mirth and Mayhem,
Or Value System?

Solid earth, or hazy myst?
Enduring grace, or ephemera?

I fear the fare,
When kooku cooks cook.

I fear the faire.
I fear ...
Ms.
Angelou soothes my fear.

*
A Conceit

"Give me your hand

Make room for me
to lead and follow
you
beyond this rage of poetry.

Let others have
the privacy of
touching words
and love of loss
of love.

For me
Give me your hand."

~ Maya Angelou

"Justice, my mission, bat. The Dance
Of Fairness, my game. The scales, Libra, my sign,

4 pounds Sterling, I seek ~ The Balance
True, The Dog, Leonardo, Divine Canine.

My romance, too, if perchance,
Fortune smiles."
~ Twittering

"Perchance,
Nightbat ~ You've sighted
Him?

Leonardo, 4 pounds Sterling, Knighted,
Too, Golden Halo, white as snow,
Innocent of heart, as all fair creatures know.

Last seen pacing,

Allright,
Turning around, a very quick step ..."
~ Folly

"... He'll pace allright but then look carefully

at how, reaching the edge, he turns around...

.... that quick step

revolving on the one hind leg, bringing the other down just as
the swivel ends, then giving over all the weight

to one front paw, onto each pad distinctly it would

seem, then onto number four and he's
around headed the other way

again."

~ Jorie Graham,

Quoted message said:

From "The Sense of an Ending,"
From "Erosion"

"Pack your clothes ~ My wing, my song,
I offer you ...

But don't forget what and who you
Know, nor what your friends and teachers taught
You.

For surely, by now, you must know ~ The Past Matters."
~ Folly

"Indeed, you, yes, my divine form Of ~ Of reinforcement
On which I hang my light. Each night.

Or differently, I, just
A Flight of Twittering Around Idleness..."
~ Twittering

"Such lines as almost crack the stage,
When Bajazet begins to rage."

~ Cowley,

Quoted message said:

From "Of Wit," Verse 7

*

"You say what was said
entered in obscure reply,
stated obliquely.
,
If you do agree
....
given your flung connections,
uncertainty reigns,
+
even though meaning
seems to be in agreement,
suggesting nothing.
..
Loose <haiKU!^
Gesundheit!
Be well"
~ Pax

"Loose, indeed ~
In cogito,

Rain flung ~

Flung
Flung

Scattered seed,
Sung,

Not stated,
Nor sated.

What's easily stated,
What's hesitated,

Among counts,
Not a simple

Measure,
Form hesitates.

Annotates.
Loude ~

Your, song, Ms.
Ann Lauterbach.

Heard true

Quoted message said:

From your

Form,
A storming light

Reined en
Feathered counts,

Quilled
School unspools."
~ Twittering

*

"Loose, indeed ~
In cogito,

Rain flung ~

Flung
Flung

Scattered seed,
Sung,

Not stated,
Nor sated.

What's easily stated,
What's hesitated,

Among counts,
Not a simple

Measure,
Form hesitates.

Annotates.
Loude ~

Your, song, Ms.
Ann Lauterbach.

Heard true

Quoted message said:

From your

Form,
A storming light

Reined en
Feathered counts,

Quilled
School unspools."

Quilled
School unspools.

Reined en
Feathered counts,

Form,
A storming light

Heard true

Quoted message said:

From your

Annotates.
Loude ~

Your, song, Ms.
Ann Lauterbach.

Measure,
Form hesitates.

Among counts,
Not a simple

What's easily stated,
What's hesitated,

Not stated,
Nor sated.

Scattered seed,
Sung,

Flung
Flung

Rain flung ~

Loose, indeed ~
In cogito."
~ Twittering

*

~ * Love Spells * ~

Sad? Hurt? Left Over? No Hope? No Barking Lark?
Straigh Dope ~ Nope ~ !

Get honest help

[knot your thread,
partner your stitch in time, rhyme with another,
or many more]

HERE ~ !

Hear ~ ? Caring, confidential, personal.
Just a bunch more poetry ...

www.spellmaker.com

~ * ~

BUT regardless,
CALL BACK ~ !

Darn. I KNEW I shouldn't have called that earlier post
"semi-literate." Now I've gone and encouraged the beast.

Quoted message said:

Darn. I KNEW I shouldn't have called that earlier post

"semi-literate." Now I've gone and encouraged the beast.>

I could've told you that. The only way is to ignore her. Psychos reign
in attention, and any reply only encourages her. Trust me, I know from
experience. Plus the [censored] got herpes lesions on her brain, causing her
to go nuts.

Go to HELL
& stay there,
Very far from me.

Twittering One said:

Go to HELL
& stay there,
Very far from me.

You're LYING about what you want. LEAVE THIS PLACE, and you will BE
"very far from" its numerous posters. The calculus of sentiment here
is obvious; as a group, rec.running wants to be "very far from" YOU by
about a 999:1 margin. Doubtless you are in your own sort of private
"HELL" already; just shut the door so the rest of us don't have to
smell the sulfur gas.

"The sweet bud burned so fine,
The more I smoke the more I dine.
The magic bud burns in your head,
Sweetly smelling like the burning dead.
Smoke, eat, sleep, and dream,
then that sweet bud will make you cream.
It's just another mess you'll have to clean... "
~ Dyek

Your bud, makes coffee for beakfast?
Adds milk, too?
Makes you cream a little later?
Was it good for you, too?
Burn, baby, burn ~ But smoke knot,
Simmer, boil, bubble, instead, but don't bump
you head on the bedstead ~ !

Mess to clean?
O, just make the bed, order in ...

"You're LYING about what you want."
~ WhistersSister

Not really.

TWITTERING ONE vituperated:

Quoted message said:

Go to HELL

& stay there,
Very far from me.

Now there's a friendly old bat! Running shoes too tight or what? Got
a wedgie?