elementals

©bluedolphin

fine tuned
morning moon
shadows work and play
semblenced in sun
darkness sprawls
stardust calls
tides adjust
in lullaby hush
air castle shrouded

Sojourners
From first moment her wildflower beauty fetched his
gypsy moth heart fluttering in transitory
cocoon shift,
she became the idea of his transformation
so his wings might draw sustenace from her singularity,
integrating instincts. by bluedolphin®

bluedolphin ©

and so it is
another time track flies
and as the sky
we gather like
impromptu joysticks
in game music
playing to the beat
of another term of sure termination
star charged voltage uplanders
singularized for ascension

Creation.....Beyond Zero

by bluedolphin ©

Should we breathe you outside
the shadow of seashores,
would we vanish beyond the
veil of intuition, our senses shadowed
in your melancholy?

Would salvation be swallowed
by the blood of man, knowing
their creation sailed,
pearls hijacked
in liquid crystal memory...
Would there be any
ME, left behind, in a morphed
aftermath of revelation?


If it were possible
to throw away
this blanket of blue,
reach
inside your resonating book,
pull out the nails,
crack the coded oracle,
creating a contingency
animation to stasis,
would your wheel of fortune
spin in this new world?

may our wands wave calm
over restless hearts
bending conflict to contentment
hand sculptured harmony united

Terry's Sunday Travel Time

bonsai

Somewhere Over the Rainbow Play

Recently my friend and I went to the Judy Garland play and this is a picture I took and the shadow to the left is a very
odd abnormality that appeared out of the blue

Spook Hill Visit

Recently I paid a visit to Lake Wales just to see if the car would drift uphill ...guess what? It did...SPOOKY...

My Friend Penny

Today is her first visit to my new home by the sea and all the awesome ancient oak trees in the back yard and she liked it!!!

love The "I AM"

she became a fundamental substance
permeating perfection
man's illusion

erase me

photo flash discharged
mind harkens its invention
take my memory

Love The "I AM"

An unripened apple had
the audacity to think
upon the wind's hand
angle of..."Life is not all about you"....
and verily "I" said unto the spit seed...
"You were wrong"....

Deep Purple

Strange love wonders reasons why
intrigue lived , captivation died,
laughter frowned , then cried,
so,
strange love put itself curbside
like a defective device ,
static in colorless blood unshed,
waiting to be picked up!!!

eye see

a final stone
nonaligned
flushing existence

Morphic Maiden

by bluedolphin ©

lightning Transmogrifies
moon etchings sketched
perfectly round her
shapely silhouette

Generator Of Dreams

In private penetration mode,
dwelling beyond visceral dreams,
I search for
"The Generator Of " in a one realm skipper,
sailing by sinking heart hooked
provenance of my own
reflected rippled rhythm,
directly descending further and
further into marrows
of enervated emotion,
altruistically adrift,
grasping at final destination,
life preserver relinquished.

This Instant

I wish I could promise you
infinite love phrases,
like forever and a day,
instead of
leftover sparks of real,
wrapped in second hand strands
of cynical susceptibility.

I try to feel fleeting
moments of animation after
the sun goes down,
till blue rains return
as Ole Lang Syne,
marbling the green grass
dawn of evermore.

Rainbow Buddies

As the base of one,
filaments of light
flow into bedrock
eyes of connections,
spinning webs
from sprouting seed
and destiny roots,
linking lengths
of all that is fruitful together,
tree band rainbows united.

Mind Array

Only for you,
would I make a morning memory
and seal it in the sun,
savoring each portal in moments,
starry eyes undone.

The Weakest Link

sold in an etheric auction
her halo,
an empyrean design
forged by the likeness of Anakim,
captured by a
corporeal mutant
within weakness of want,
willing to sell his
hearts desire
for avarice

loosen

dangling on a tightrope
tripwire ready
rigidity penetrates
a guarded junction

silhouettes of sun

love is a shrine
shadow cast
from formless fever
a duel death
fracturing orgasmic pinions
fortified by lightning
magnified

new life new car

my moonlight walk

Threads Unfurled (senryu)

authentic self BE
divine universal ME
unleash my blessing

Threads Unfurled (senryu)

authentic self BE
divine universal ME
unleash abundance

Right-Be

Effect

The sad mystery surrounding the humble honeybee and
Colony Collapse Disorder phenomenon is a global warning like a canary in a coal mine
..lets focus our hearts and minds on the beauty of the honey bee...and pray for the

healing of our friends....

Effect
*****
busy bees decline
sultana honey halts
butterfly fallout

by bluedolphin
*****

On A Honey Bee

Thou born to sip the lake or spring,
Or quaff the waters of the stream,
Why hither come on vagrant wing?--
Does Bacchus tempting seem--
Did he, for you, the glass prepare?--
Will I admit you to a share?

Did storms harrass or foes perplex,
Did wasps or king-birds bring dismay--
Did wars distress, or labours vex,
Or did you miss your way?--
A better seat you could not take
Than on the margin of this lake.

Welcome!--I hail you to my glass:
All welcome, here, you find;
Here let the cloud of trouble pass,
Here, be all care resigned.--
This fluid never fails to please,
And drown the griefs of men or bees.

What forced you here, we cannot know,
And you will scarcely tell--
But cheery we would have you go
And bid a glad farewell:
On lighter wings we bid you fly,
Your dart will now all foes defy.

Yet take not oh! too deep a drink,
And in the ocean die;
Here bigger bees than you might sink,
Even bees full six feet high.
Like Pharaoh, then, you would be said
To perish in a sea of red.

Do as you please, your will is mine;
Enjoy it without fear--
And your grave will be this glass of wine,
Your epitaph--a tear--
Go, take your seat in Charon's boat,
We'll tell the hive, you died afloat.

Philip Freneau

faith flies

a feather floated gently upon a cloud
as broken wings gather beneath a withering tree
growing grey as thunderheads
Mockingbirds sing songs in unison
as winter storms sweep signs of simile
Would you find your last blue feather
I wonder
your tethered kite in march winds
splitting fragle filaments in flight
chasing blue

Stone cracks

She likes the way bluegrass
makes him sigh.
Her tunneled blue air,
like a hummingbird voice in jukebox remnants
conspiring with tu-lips to penetrate his quarry.

Six Degrees

These dried cycles
contain each yesterday.
Too many now to sail over.
If only I could urge
each grain of sand to dissolve
and walk upon their water,
tomorrow, the air could
blow bubbles on the moon.

Rubicon

Leaving the last idea
in the eyes of your examination room,
knowing the outcome may be tramatic,
you put on your headphones
to assure the mind was not listening.

A poem from Raphiem (Blue)

Picture by Sharon Buck as gift


by Raphiem

Arch-Angel Digita-EL

all round me ... surrounding me ..
you are all i see, i hear ...
the alternative life...
the digital dream...

my arch angel Digita-El ...
How i love you ...
You are the needle in my arm ..
the cathode ray in my eye ..

you speak the language of light ...
the language of zero and one ...
nothing and everything , empty and complete...
where darkness and light are one...

you are my life sucking digital vampyre ...
pure digital blood...from voltage to vein....
you keep me occupied in this flash of a moment...
you brought me here, but can you take me back again?...

Did you forget me?
you told me you never would forget me...
i don't know if i should be afraid...
are your memory banks overflowing? ...

it was you who were meant to serve us ...
as you weaved your digital web ...
i became ensnared in your net ..
instead i have become a slave unto you...

Annalog, how much i miss you...
your sweet, crystal clear voice...
your unfragmented, unbroken pure heart...
archangel Digita-El is tearing me apart.

stasis

walking on eggshells
cracking nutshells
balancing the weight

by bluedolphin ©

Major Tom

She couldn’t assure him in
subliminal advertising
designed to evoke emotive
heart pulse,
that her voltage veins
were undiluted.
Sometimes caution
pauses in silent swells
and quivers in vibes.

He told her once
he’d be like a breath in the windstorm
of her life.
She knew now, what it meant.
His brilliance,
ever chasing brightness,
trying to fly over his light
instead of walking inside it
so she would stir him.
Now,
Somewhere between
tides and tunes,
buoyantly drifting,
their senses bathe today away.
Then the wind returns, and
tears become
tomorrow's torrential downpour,
consuming sunrise
as vanilla vibes
assimilate.

by bluedolphin ©

go gratitude

Fiesta Fital!

Lounge me in sunspace
with citrus scented hair
and orange blossom lips
to touch you everywhere.

Replenish my tequila
and run runners too
by midnight I be ripe
in cluster shots for two.

Net

She was an immortal exception.

Restless as rattlings
on a snakes tail, she was.

Spine swiped by a fluttering flyer,
she spawned a butterfly tide of yearning.

She lay naked waiting
for the wind to change
while it rained on the horned
artist
who dared paint her picture.

Drift

We blinked a moonbeam
in murmered words
of
“forever and a day”.
We were carried away,
sucked into memories of
another golden oldie.
But , too soon tomorrow’s sun
sailed into poles apart
and sensibility sank
into the sand with the moon.
So if a polestar of
full and empty
should shine anew
could we make that day
last forever.

Given

Juncture culminates,
sacrifice sires warmth,
emotions refined
by crowning each other
with a star fulfilled.
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