to accommodate this mind.
lost in sulphur
brighter than the fig of no domain
where eyes of man stream endless
to exist through hibernation.
no contact made through food of sudden thought.
a world of deepest sleep
wakes it's dead through the heart of rook and blide.
be born again in deserted cenotaph
a latter-day saint the second time when asked
to second-guess the second time we grow.
who knows which is brighter than a word.
let rave the dance of leprechaun and ghost
they are precious, they are tin
kindling for the fires of the heart.
where starts so ends the envy of it all.
no more this touch of spite, this cutting edge.
there is water here, somewhere
between the lilly and the rose
where heaven hides no secrets, holds no fears
to accommodate this mind
unapposed.
in the wake of what remains.
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Author:
Melvin James (Pseudonym) (
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who knows which is brighter than a word.
let rave the dance of leprechaun and ghost
This is wonderful a profound
Hey top of the morning dearest Melvin, you know a Gentleman who is lost will always find his way in the end. You are one of my most inspiring poets Sir. 🌹
and you mine Teddy.
love the honest and positive words you write.
very uplifting.
hope you are well this sunny morning.
and.....England won!
time to celebrate with a full english o;)
England won it was a fantastic bloomin nail biting game, at some points I was hiding behind my pillow. Come on Sunday!
♥️ 🤍 💙
As good as it gets. Superb work, my friend.
thank you my friend
I especially love the wording in your final stanza Melvin. A fine piece of poetry. Much enjoyed. Have a happy weekend.
thank you once again Cassie.
you have a happy weekend as well;
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