Open Poetry #21 |
Intoxicated Gardens |
D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
A mind needs a palatial garden To liberate in spontaneous combustion Creative juices rippling the nerves in shock Senses being overloaded in pleasure Exhilarated euphoria in aromatic excitement Winds of thundering passion rolling in waves Of remote seaside tranquility Isolated flowering independence Opening up like peacocks with rainbow feathers Creating the hypnotic trances of tantalization On trips within delirious intoxication Delicious moisture of delicate wines Taking you higher than possible As the clouds descend within In exhausted melancholy In somber tranquility Wrapping up the gift inside Of a blanket of love Hibernating for a chance to break free For a flight of vagabondism within another time Into a new world of illumination In a universe of never ending landscapes D.Lester Young (07/02/02) Tuscaloosa, AL Copyright © D.Lester Young (White Eagle poetry) |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
The stuff I grow in my garden is VERY intoxicating....I liked the poem |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
This HAS to be read aloud, and every word savored...it makes the mouth happy, and the mind, mellow... |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
What an amazing write!!!!! ~Somewhere in my heart I'm always |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
D. Lester I liked the enthusiasm of your imagery...sounds like somewhere I would like to go. |
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D.Lester Young Senior Member
since 2001-12-08
Posts 1219Austin, Tx |
Thank you all I am blessed with your comments that settle in me with pride. I work so much and have so little time that I interupt sleep to dash to a keyboard with a thought. I am truly blessed to have friends who like my work. In my weakness of today my strength for tomorrow will soar with my mistakes, cultivating the seeds in the moisture of tears of pain, blossoming in great detail. Sorry to end this it just turned into more tha a thought. What a crazed mind I have! |
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