Biida's poetry and narratives

06.19.06

Today I find that
Old dreams
never die.
Instead, the fervent search
for their hidden truths
becomes mere habit,
And so we forget...
Until it hits you,
Deja Vu.

"Now, what was I looking for?"

__________________________

I look to love in my musings
And find it often finds me --
Quite unprepared

 

Like Animation

Borderlined on paranoid
Schizo senses -- look, a nickel! The cracks
on the sidewalk ran a monologue in stereo.
Echoes on the white washed walls, we hung
The flag to hide the holes,
in our little hovel
Something smiles and we light up a little...
The crossroads ran a merrygoround, a ride
right down a one-way street...
I think I'm tripping, a total treat for my time --
See the ocean in my eyes?

 

mmm i see it

 

06.20.06

Rain calls peace into my soul, and

My heart stills in solemn, sober solace -- Serenity --
Dedication to the smell of wet earth,
So cool between my toes -- I've got
Shivers running down my spine and...

You've got the bluest eyes I've
Ever seen.
Walk the land with me?
I'd love to love you to the ends of the Earth.

 

Rain on the shingles of an old English rooftop;​

Smoke from their chimneys and​

Cats with bright eyes.​

A woman alive and luscious in red​

and​

Tattered notes written by​

Secret admirers;​

Tattered notes sent​

To be read late at night.​

An epic adventure, a fairytale moment​

And smiles from Sidhe as I'm sitting outside.​

The tip of her nails on the top​

of my kneecaps,​

As I'm fast asleep​

(Fast asleep, sort of fading asleep,)​

As I dream​

As I dream of that long-ago sight​

Of rain on the shingles of an old English rooftop​

And stars in the sky​

Late at night​

Late at night​

 

Awaken my being with feathery kisses and
Tickle my lips with your cinnamon curls.
What a sweet way to arise every morning,
To greet the moment, the morning, the future and world.

_________________

I met a man, and he smelled suspiciously
Of sunflower seeds...
He balanced
Like a cat
And blew sparkles at my bloodshot eyes.
_________________

We rise to the sound of the rain on my window,
The dusty lace curtains
Draped over the skies, until you draw them back
for me -- so much taller than me! And
Did you know rainy days bring out the
Blue in your eyes?

 

this was perfect to wake up to . .

 

I usually am... Unless you have the ill luck of catching me on an 'off' day. *grins*

 

With on days
comes days off.

 

You harness your absolute potential,
this is the essence of poetry.

I love it.
LOVE IT

 

And in balance we find comfort.
A cozy fit this ring,
Though it binds for life as it were

As if it isn't any other!

At least (but nowhere near the very best) this yin of yang and yang of ying
Will not leave tan lines.

Lingering laughter...

 

feeding my head with your words
is like,
+
smiles
rainbows of words
Your themed,
keen, creative.

Always checking up to see what vines you spill.

 

Out and about; somewhere, around
Somewhere...
Aching at heart and yet full of joy(!); I've found
a gem of worth beyond the point of any set value!

One winged angel waits for me and I shall attend as life permits.

Sweet burden of love in

>Distance____________________________

.
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He asked the queen a question once...
Did she remember Genesis?
The girlchild spoke to him through an honest mouth;

​

Said,
​

"I do not, but I know the colours!"

"I know the feeling of creation and
what we feel as the joy of...
Well,
what I know as the joy of life,
As I am a woman.

"And I know the feeling in my heart,"

Thump thump
...
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Thump thump
​

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"-- that grows every moment I, oh..."
​

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Catch him smiling at me from the corner of my eyes.
​

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"Pray tell may come the day
I will be needing a father for my children,
What with biology
And all that sort...

It's such a beautiful feeling
​

and there are moments when I just can't help but burst into colour!"
​

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My presence is not present on this night,
I fear
It is fast asleep or in some
mess -- some astral mess
or
within some balmy realm!
Dreams are akin to my thoughts, it would seem.

[To draw spirals into the curve of your back,
Once more & for all eternity!]
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Fading,

fading...


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blink, blink...
​

Splash!
​

 

fantastic poetry, biida. truly overwhelming.

 

07.16.06

Oh, you know how it goes
All alone, no one knows what we're
Up to tonight [all alone] with the light of the
Candles in quatrain and trios all
Forget how to spell trees with the double ee's and dot your i's
Sisters! The spell's half done; we've just yet to
Hit the lights
Out Tonight.

Found it sad what with the colours racing
Across my green screen the skies grow
Big blue bird wings brand
New! Souls flying skyward pink and
Purple to hide a
Soul lost two generations long-ago

Oh to be
To be so vague
Is to have
The ol' lover all agone
In Age...
Mirage, mirage!

 

Bright Lime Fireflies and Dusky Orange Moonlight

 

spout oddities from my mouth
no rabbits, however
will spray the garden of thought
in a melodrama; trance

 

Let's be wed in some castle or
Upon some hilly plains all
Shod in green and gold and heather
Leaping from the scattered stones
O seeing stones!;
We'll wed to tunes and
Dance the mystic night away
To spinning stars!

 

Ganja, why the edit of your comment? I liked your little shpiel!