One Way Or Another

The cherry tree seems to be proud of those flowers. A cascade of energy put forth, surely it felt the pain of giving life.

Is it you or not.
The cherry tree lifts petals.
What are the options.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Free to Go

No name engraved is on my skin.
To be with you in thick and thin
I can, since I am free to go.
Engraved, I really could not so.

I do love you. I’m not by you.
I’m in with you. (The thing to do.)
I’m in no rule. (So, she is cool.)
I’m not a tool. (She is no fool.)

No name engraved is on my heart.
I’m free to free whatever art
I will, which, really, I could not
if one directive I had got.

I do love you. I’m not by you.
I’m in with you. (The thing to do.)
I’m in no rule. (So, she is cool.)
I’m not a tool. (She is no fool.)

Most certainly one will behave
if will or want is to engrave.
The Law of Moses says so much:
Do not let body be by such.

I will be fresh, I will be clean.
I will unsullied be, I mean.
There you have me. (She is to love.)
I will be free. (She is to know.)

I do love you. I’m not by you.
I’m in with you. (The thing to do.)
I’m in no rule. (So, she is cool.)
I’m not a tool. (She is no fool.)

Vaccinius · Free to Go

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

River Song

Jealousy Quiet And Graceful Thou Art

Growing from a mountain far off in the blue,
trusted, a place to me dear.
Hither my thoughts and my dreams will ensue
after the taking of care.

Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming,
thinking of thee once so urgent to heart,
memories now just gleaming.

The old town bridge by the portal pulsar –
coupled and shining in stardom we are.
Jealousy, quiet and graceful thou art,
here as I walk by, dreaming.

Vaccinius · Jealousy Quiet And Graceful Thou Art

The performance is by Suno (AI).

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Innocence

A terrible shield.
The peanut cracks easily.
To taste – spear and sword.

Or:

Thought	Air
Your thinking deep is where you sleep. Your window is reflecting this.	The window's a frame to the being of name. When open, the air to the being is fair.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.

Who Is She

With her makeup bag left on the bus station seat,
she took off by a bus or took off by her feet.
I took hold of the bag, to return it to her.
Though, no address I found and no number to spur.

There was Dazzle Stick shining, as catching the light.
Makeup Mekka was there, as matte for blush bright.
Fenty Bronzer was there, being cheeky and bold.
Isadora Blush Stick. I saw secrets untold.

Fratboy Shadow – her face is a true mystery.
There was Mary-Lou Manizer – what history?
The Rare Beauty Foundation she let meet the eye.
And her need for concealment was Maybelline by.

Though, no lipstick I found. Maybe tucked away tight
is that stick so that lips easily take to flight.
Who is she? Who is that girl with colours so bright?
With that palette of makeup, how does she wear light?

Truly she lost her bag, though, she must have her glow.
And her lips have a story I truly would know.
What’s the hue of her smile? Is it coral? Plum? Rose?
Lipstick color is daring. To keep it she chose.

In my fantasy, lipstick lets passion reveal.
And by seeing it, maybe her charm I could feel.
Though, no address I found. No seed there is to grow.
Who she is, and how she is, I will never know.

NOTE :

This poem is referred to on the blog hop of dVerse
| here |.