Ya Krunk'd Floo's Dazzlingly Delicious Discursives...

The Aqua Line

In the creeping, gripping, decorating vine,
Leaves are sodden by the rain from on high,
And in the pool of a spent aqua line,
Breathes the bud of rose from my heart at its sigh.

This the cloak, the mask made by mist,
As it begins to descend it falls like feathers from a plume,
Into the crease, around all the broken bends,
Manipulated by the contour as it sculptures the volume.

As it meets its lover; the ground at our feet,
Soft delation is felt more than one, less than all,
So it begins a motion that shall appear a retreat,
As it rewinds its progress to the start of the fall.

Then in a moment, that can collect in a glass,
The process begins and from this life springs,
From a wheel-round growth to the post at the grass,
The life of water neither ends, nor begins...

But, if you listen to its music; it sings! It sings!

STFU

U R A E D ERT,
Y R U SO DER UM?
MAY B U R STU PEED,
B COZ U CAN NOT RE D?
Y, I F INK EET IZ TRU.

Noir Nuit

Velvet black, impenetrable veneer,
Hidden the stars, shaded-out moon's sphere.
Coupled with grumbles from airplanes high,
Mixed with electric light shone from city's low-sky.

In the staid, motionless thick,
Ridden-rodden-roads with traffic quick.
Emerald eyes turning angry red,
Frustration born from the confined mind bled.

Espoused virtue, blinded by soul,
Extolled reunion, a quantifiable life goal.
Burning effusion masking marked money,
As the candle burnt makes air molded-honey.

Sliden slope, fallen fell,
Shining diamonds, pawn-seller sell.
Strange beginnings breeding mordant descends,
Sequencing silence that starts. Stops. Ends.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Velvet black, impenetrable veneer,
Hidden the stars, shaded-out moon's sphere.

My favourite lines 😊

Thanks. I think 'Noir Nuit' is an excellent poem, even if I did write it myself...

In regards to 'The Aqua Line', I only really like the first verse:

In the creeping, gripping, decorating vine,
Leaves are sodden by the rain from on high,
And in the pool of a spent aqua line,
Breathes the bud of rose from my heart at its sigh.

I especially like the line: 'And in the pool of a spent aqua line'. It reads so well. So well.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Thanks. I think 'Noir Nuit' is an excellent poem, even if I did write it myself...

In regards to 'The Aqua Line', I only really like the first verse:

[B]In the creeping, gripping, decorating vine,
Leaves are sodden by the rain from on high,
And in the pool of a spent aqua line,
Breathes the bud of rose from my heart at its sigh.

I especially like the line: 'And in the pool of a spent aqua line'. It reads so well. So well. [/B]

Me no longer smoke da reefer, mon. Not becoz it be baaad, but coz me no longer can do it and work and all. Me always be loving da erb, but now me only partake in times of rest. I & I say: "Is be and always will be, but beach and mountains where it should alwaysa lay". No time in dis ere frantic world for me be being off wid da ether, when ma mind needs to be-a being ere and now. 'Tis da way for me now, but erb times shall pass again. Me got me ticket an' all for the quality in Palau at Lunar New Year an' all. 'Till then I be jus' sippin' on some rum and likin' da fine wine.

Wishin' I and You a Happy New Year, for true. Do it.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
Thanks. I think 'Noir Nuit' is an excellent poem, even if I did write it myself...

In regards to 'The Aqua Line', I only really like the first verse:

[B]In the creeping, gripping, decorating vine,
Leaves are sodden by the rain from on high,
And in the pool of a spent aqua line,
Breathes the bud of rose from my heart at its sigh.

I especially like the line: 'And in the pool of a spent aqua line'. It reads so well. So well. [/B]

Originally posted by Fëanor
i have to agree. it has a lyrical quality to it. i see you've been doing a lot of contemplation of late. that or partaking of some herbal essence. but damn! you've taken whatever or whomever inspired you on a whole new level.

Gone, Now, Ahead

Say, say, star-fire in the sky for all to see!
A monument to man, gilded bright,
Represented on the street by our feet's glee.
The sky shaded, the flickering light.

Tall, tall, high-rise in parallel with the moon!
A place to praise and ecstatic laughter rays,
These the verbal beams of spirited swoon.
Hold to beer, quench the party plays.

See, sea, of people, people mountain see!
No space to drop as our legs carry the ache,
In blissed-out after of the evening free.
As our sun raises, drift to head-flake.

Too, too, late the dawn, morning fled through!
You raised in soul as confused in bed,
By the revelry that led from every to you.
Now to make, a new year ahead.

The Lightless Tide

Fading all from beauty's fall,
As calls the trumpet as we aspire to summet,
Begin us all as we rise to surmount the wall,
Breathe the fire comet as Death's blade shall surely plummet.

Resist all 'our' as Night imbues the Tower,
What's mine was made by modern life's slavery blade,
Light shall scour as fervant Darkness calls its hour,
So, now to bade as our mighty motion lays staid.

If hope lies here, then awake it must steer,
No horizon is met by eyes that morning reached; not yet,
If the turned tide cheer, then still can, my dear,
A World needs to let before it all turns to jet.

Absolved Amber-Azure

Unparalleled vista, the rise and shine line aqua-blue,
Woken yolk climbing as the light restores the true.

Precocious wake, the hours lie long ahead,
To float free, dive and soothe my stead.

Motion melting, the bliss list gone through,
Satisfied and savored, life's horizon just grew...

Golden sets, a split half moon-pale blue.
All ache long dissolved by the ocean's hue.

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
[B]Absolved Amber-Azure

Unparalleled vista, the rise and shine line aqua-blue,
Woken yolk climbing as the light restores the true.

Precocious wake, the hours lie long ahead,
To float free, dive and soothe my stead.

Motion melting, the bliss list gone through,
Satisfied and savored, life's horizon just grew...

Golden sets, a split half moon-pale blue.
All ache long dissolved by the ocean's hue. [/B]

The Price of Value

If love be a labor, then all is lost,
Harmony twisted being synchronicity's cost.

You fought, you won; you toiled, you lost.
The length of the partnership, an inestimable cost.

The hours spent arguing resulting in moments lost.
Sacrificial friendships, burnt bridges cost.

Flowers dulled, drooped, dead, Nature's lost.
Under broomed carpet, dust settled cost.

New sun rising, birthed in gold, none lost.
Planetary revolving, air-breathed free, not cost.

Resulting resuscitation, bringing life to the lost,
Pay not me. Nor I. We yearn no cost.

omg wow, long time no see! 😱

Very well done 😊

Originally posted by Ya Krunk'd Floo
[B]The Price of Value

If love be a labor, then all is lost,
Harmony twisted being synchronicity's cost.

You fought, you won; you toiled, you lost.
The length of the partnership, an inestimable cost.

The hours spent arguing resulting in moments lost.
Sacrificial friendships, burnt bridges cost.

Flowers dulled, drooped, dead, Nature's lost.
Under broomed carpet, dust settled cost.

New sun rising, birthed in gold, none lost.
Planetary revolving, air-breathed free, not cost.

Resulting resuscitation, bringing life to the lost,
Pay not me. Nor I. We yearn no cost. [/B]

I think this is very clever, structurally, but my initial reaction is negative. I don't like the repetition of lost/cost, but that's not to say it's not a very well written piece. Just personal opinion.

I do like the examples of actions and results that you've used though. You definitely write with great style.

Thanks, you idiots!

That's wonderul to know.

(One of the above sentences was a joke)

That's awesome 👆

Oh, I like it! I like it a lot!

(It wasn't that one though)

Did I offend you?

Not that I know of. Why do you ask?