Yellow Butterfly (for Emma)

Every moment gives a gift
An opportunity to see
A yellow butterfly lands
On the pool deck to give
The daughter a smile
She seemed to have lost.

Yellow Butterfly (for Emma)

Sheltered Rhymes

Heard the words from your mouth,

That all things either end or head south;

After forgetting about the moment hear and now

Neglecting the good, golden rays falling upon the brow

Poetic Junkies

Original KYLE T. DIBERT, DECEMBER 20th, 2017:

…shooting up the veins of the heart city, – a hundred miles an hour – as a a good junkie does well, and I can tell, that, despite admiration, I am fated for hell & yet oh well I don’t mind where all the ground fell while I was staring up at you through this miraculous well, and you were bankrupt before you decided to sell, and at your coffin, coughing casualties at commiserating children kissing flowers, praying by the hour, to not tower thus so high that one falls and usurps vitality, – power which dwindles stale & dwindles thus more sour; as if in high

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On the banks of religion, I ponder the propensity of holy silences. Its how flow.

Why search with feet and hands, eyes and ears and nose

for a formless revelation, for a voice, or sound,
that is Never, ever nebulous and blank, that hadn’t considered we men and women
would write its noiseless musings, would sketch and paint, stain glass,

Godly Conversations…

Me: Dear God…

God: Yes God

Me: You are the god!

God: Why do you think so?

Me: you created us. You are the ultimate source for this universe, the vigour for everything that ‘exists’

God: No, you created you… You are God!

Me: I created me?

God: Of course… God!

Me: Who created you?

God: Me? We ain’t diverse

Me: Am not clear, alright… What after death?

God: Empty…

Me: Empty?

God: Yes, Empty.

Me: What is Empty?

God: Nothing… A State of vacuum. A Nullified Cognizance!

Me:  Let me put it this way, what is Death?

Sweet Intrepidity

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Sweet Intrepidity reaching into the depths

Of all I hide, yet all I posses,

Laying bare these fears and suspicions

Collateral damage of volatile visage;

Vast, unbending, Audacity

Transmutation

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Verdant Conveyance

Connecting past with present

Transmutation Sighs

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Uncharted Night-Olde Punk (RamJet Poetry) & Christine Ray (Brave and Reckless)

burning water

still marks the way

home

though that is not the path

I travel today

by uncharted night

do I go

Avenue: Haiku

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Lush Blossoms of Light

Liberated from deep sleep

Avenue of Life

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Matins

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Whispers in the mists of morn

Sing Lilting Praise

Upon the wind are bourn

Rapturous glimmers of refracting gold

Life Pirouettes

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Dancing on the wing

Life Pirouettes into Life

Treasure Blossoming

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To Live As Tree

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How Lovely it would be to Live as Tree,

Silvery in Shimmering Moonglow,

Fair Season

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Shall I Sing in Sweetest Clamor
Harkening Thee to The Glory of Day?
Shall I Listen to the Lark’s Pure Chatter,
Spinning Gold From Flaxen hay?
Shall I Weave this Tapestry

The Morning – Sonnet 40

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Upon the morning stirs her Shimmering Light

As nighttide sleeps the Daytide Smiles;

Proclamation of Engendered Treasure

Beyond the compulsion of pretense and guile.

Life is a Breath

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Life is a Breath
cast upon a writhing sea
foaming breakers churning in the din
as the Last Breath Lingers
Before it Begins

Reverie -#DailyHaikuChallenge

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Breathless Glimmering

Beauty Beyond expressing

Reverie of sighs

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Break

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Break
Like Rain upon the Mourning Cloud,
Falling from the Tumbling Thunder
In Torrents of Refreshing chasms
That Cleanse and Renew,
Breaking
Down the barriers,

Sanctuary Tree

The poet Rumi advises us to find a place
high in a nearby tree to hide our spirit.
It is so easily bruised and, when damaged,
we cannot hear what it has to teach.
I read this and had a question–
why did I wait so long to do the work

Melodious Rhyme

(Please enhance the poem by listening to the music while reading.)

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Words Spun through willowy Time

Echoing,

Enchanting

In Harmonious Rhyme

Fragile – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Delicate Treasure

Lingers among the shadows

Fragile Life Glowing

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Tapestry – Sonnet 34

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The Shape and Majesty of the Luminous Night,
Sings Splendid Vision to my Questing Sight,
Ever Calling to my Longing Gaze,
In Shifting Shadow and Spectral Haze,

Heaven’s Hush – #DailyHaikuChallenge

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Stars softly Dreaming

Beauty so Gently Gleaming

Heaven’s Hush Streaming

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Christmas Sonnet – Christmas Poetry Challenge

Poetry challenge: Christmas poem.

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Beyond the barren, desperate plains,
The Weary, Calling to Heaven from earth;
Countless generations Cry in pain,
Breathlessly Awaiting a Royal Birth.

Hues

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Shifting Hues Like Shadow Play
Across the Luminous Breaking Day,
Echoes of a Glimmering Time

Sweet Beatitude

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Sweet Beatitude

Seraphim upon the wing

Descending and Ascending

With the Harmonious Joy they Bring

Majesty

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Majesty

Wordlessly Proclaiming

Endless Splendour

Timelessly Reigning

Tower of Night

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Tower of Night,

Dark river of Dreams,

Thundering Melody of Timeless Symphony.

Pause

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Pause from your Rushing

Hear Nature softly Hushing

As the Seasons Dance