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Mario Colasante @fineartamerica.com

Plop! in the middle of the ravine

a polished pebble creates a wave of awe

Stirred surface, and rings begin to spread

throughout the valley, to tell of what they saw

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Exhilaration in the hillside trees

as they, too, pick up on the storyline

Jittery leaves catch the wind passing by

then gesticulate what is on their mind

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A lone bird met upon the party

and fled to greet a cheerful swarm

Soon butterflies and trails of honeybees alight

with news of Belle in her fiancé’s arm

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A tender warmth glistens in her eyes

as she sculpts their affection in the sand

Together, they make ripples come alive

when her love releases a nugget from his hand

Arioso

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The spillage of a fountain pen

Sketched a tainted heart and then

Forged my name in bloody ink

To stain my pride or so they think

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Laced with rage, the page displayed

Bold letterings with spite arrayed

Showcasing dark deserted soul

on freeway to Hades with hiked toll

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But then the epilogue of disgrace

Lost its power as if it were erased

The thought of it provoked a laugh

Since the ogre wrote his epitaph

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Departed he is and so shall remain

A prodigy has now buried the pain

And he rewrote the horror story

Dark replaced with morning glory

Arioso


Loftier than the wisps of cirrus on high

We’re falling into each other,

No black holes in this sky

Worries vaporise like a meteor

Weightless,

defining who we are

We bear upon the rise and fall

of the ocean wall

Concerted trajectory,

we must remain in orbit

As the crescent floats in respite

Weightless

Two stars in  equilibrium,

A metaphysical conundrum

Arioso


Lighthearted petals, unfolding wide

Reveal filaments of innocent pride

While delicate fragrances sing

Smiles now bloom in Spring

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The grace that falls from poufs of love

Makes stigma rear their heads above

To lavish praise and laud the King

For smiles now bloom in Spring

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The gardener’s expert fingers

Apply quickening touch that lingers

Then extend his signet ring

That gleams as smiles that bloom in Spring

Arioso


Credits to Alice @ mymodernmet.com

An elegant train streaming down the aisle

To meet the spruced gent, waiting eagerly

To taste the flavour of the damsel’s smile

As soon as he unveils the mystery

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Her beauty hid by the trousseau she wears

Makes brisk heartbeats gaily anticipate

The duets they’ll witness, throughout the years

When twain infuse and both their joys inflate

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A round of cheers preps the enlivened groom

To swear before the audience with pride

To love her till the day they seal his tomb

As he adorns the finger of his bride

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She gives a lingering tear-joy response

Then he savours the saccharin at once

Ayasonice


Paul robinson - yearning

Photo credits: Paul D Robertson

She licked the brine from her lips

As she spilt the pain of her ordeal

Billows rolled in fury and empathy

As she held a gaze the numb could feel

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She had been a rock since birth

But the ocean lapped against the edges

Until defenses crumbled slowly

Into sediments of self bound pledges

 ~

Currents of the mighty seas conglomerate

Sweeping o’er a path of retaliation

A thirsty barren soul inundated

In a refreshing mix of amity and elation

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Brilliant blue waves rolled that fateful day

But with a sense of certainty

That she would gaze into his eyes

From then until eternity

Ayasonice


dreaming

Photo credit: Paul D Robertson

Tranquility in tandem with my thoughts

As I waft into a realm unknown

Where a life convict assumes release

And a plebeian may don a crown

Gravity’s hold is feeble there

Flesh and spirit are much the same

A soul gallivants just anywhere

And no one even needs a plane

Things that life would never grant

Now a guerdon making views expand

So the undiscerning clearly sees

The Deity crafting life, firsthand

That realm in REM will always be

Concocting salve for tear-less eyes

And blistered aching nomads’ feet

Find solace till they greet sunrise

Ayasonice



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