Persuasion

"To him she seemed so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no one was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels on the paving stones, why no one else's heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single one of her gestures, not one of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell". Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Dove

In the morning dew the dove lightly ruffles
Escaping the breeze from pollen's sightly scuffles

He basks all day in his iris spring 

Proudly plumage, prairie king 

His chirps unto love 

Forever amiss 

Caressing his wing 

Concealing her kiss

Sullen

The befallen tears spurn sullen cries
Empty palms seep upon morning mirth
Plenty entrails bleed dawning birth
Vengeful sorrows stern darken skies

A great artist is always before her time or behind it

As she clutched the embroidered paper, she wept, observing her tears sprinkle as they percussed the paper. Watching her droplets marinate, she was reminded of a certain pebble she tossed across the waters upon a heavenly cloud as a child, glancing at it in its attempts to clutch the current as it shimmered across the creek. Brushing the wandering dew from her cheeks, she peered sullenly towards the window as the snow danced in its patter against the mirrored pane. Bravely, she stood, aware of her head as it lowered in overcast almost to its own accord. As she grasped the stool beside her, she hurried, wearily, and approached the window and forcefully opened it. As she liberated the air, she sympathised with the tender wind that kissed her cheeks as it lost its direction. Befallen, she succumbed to the tearful weight her eyes whimpered and gracefully fell upon her bed, clutching the silken overlays as she swooned like an osprey with an artistic temperament.  Hiding herself between two pillows in a divine light, she glanced up to the tapestries as they moved gleefully to the melody of the moonlight's breeze and the howls of forsaken souls lost in the lands afore. As she focussed on the symmetrical elegance and the rich refinement of tragedy, only then did she realise that art was the only way to run away without leaving her home.

Roses

She glances
From afore does she stare
Poised passive without motion
Petals grace and glance in glimmer
Dans la roseraie de la vue
Attractive allure into light's lust
Marinating morning's delectable dew
Entwined is she in the rose's vine
Flowered fluorescence enclosed eloped
Claret joues et l'éclat rose
From the bud doth she now call
Flowered glances doth pollen pose
She glances...
Coeur brisé

A profundis

Oh this summer if I were you                                   
Tulips fluttered in the breeze that knew
And kisses trickle from dawning's dew
Into spring blossoms white and blue


A tear drop's trail in tame to throe
Wings candle flickers
Love's pollen pickers
As petal pondered in weed to woe

Suicide

Suicide leads a man to his conceivable inevitability, pausing all that's good and ending all that's bad
Death leads a man to his indefensible futility, stripping all that's beautiful and uniting all that's had

The grave is the hole that disrobes all that's of you
The secret of live is die before death probes, and subdue

Wonder

It has been said that it's the quality of a relationship that's more important than the convenience of one. If that perfect soul resides in Australia, one should, in the reverence and devotion of loving for love's sake, be willing to make all the required commitments to magnificently love them, and to give them all that one's heart longs and yearns to bestow. Every man/woman is not like those whom you are familiar with, and you may well be surprised that there could be a gentleman/lady out there who could endow you with an inconceivable depth of romance than enthrals you, encapsulates you and completes you in the ethereal gardens that romance patters upon. Love leaves us with the greatest of bequests; that upon our eyes and dancing on our hearts we become acquainted with the fact he/she is the visual personification of absolute perfection....

Melancholy

Those smiles bloomed, blossomed fawned

As tears now wander

Upon hearts squander

Love's grave has securely, purely, spawned 

We kissed aflutter and danced in shimmer

And my hands apprised

But now glanced disguised

For the shadows glare dolour and dimmer

Sever the skies with my blackened bliss
Relinquished love seeps like sullen amiss

What to define in silent words unspoken
The Hellish vine embracing fragment's broken

May the most you wish for be the least you get
Expect the unsurprising addition of now's not yet

Flowers

Kneeling upon a smile to touch the vine
Scentful seeping in blissful sensation
Leering beauty and plucking temptation
Just one piece of nature's heaven divine

Arose to steal a kiss from sunlight's ray
Like morning's dew upon a suffused glow
Facing the zephyr where the blossoms blow
Where pollens aflutter towards the bay

-By Benjamin David

I love thou upon thee

Upon thee whom gave the orchid to the desert, we upon us now see, whilst gracing the lips of unbelievers, why love is the paragon of life's meaning.

Love is a means in which we beautify perfection. Who amongst us can lay such a claim upon a love sought but never graced? Who amongst us here today will love and believe in love as the blessing of beauty, the wonder of the happy, and the amazement of others who touch our lives? And what say you of love? Any lover of truth has upon him the truth of love and will, quintessentially, believe that true love doesn't just alter you, it alters itself. See potential whence others see disappointment. To know about mankind, thou must not look to that which is admired, but instead to that which is neglected: an empty palm is the second greatest opportunity in life. To love mankind, thou must not love that which society admires, but love those whence neglect blossoms. Other men said they have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art my perfection. Will they be enough for you? If you find yourself standing on the shores of discontent and away from the precipice of love, remember the importance of love from the confines of romance and the different shades which thou finds painted amongst a single colour, like the forms of love amongst love. 

In love, but few fall...most stumble.

Love's Past

Hell's afloat in lover's tears.

Demon's fall in heartened steers

Sight afore you close our eyes

Your most beloved beauty you apprise

They hear no more when words seep uttered

Her beauty created awing  fluttered

Love's disappointments, two hopes high

Listlessly accruing my cupid's wry

Loving tears retract upon their free 

.Renounce, forsake, time's for nigh and thee

Divinity

To be divinely rich but wisely poor

Cogently withered in less but more

My virulent prayer of the saintly enlisted

Forever tainted into forthwith now twisted

Praying priests long into spawning plea

My children's wincing absolve trustee

Caress thou book and renounce thou virtue

Hellish rose crook, erstwhile I hurt you

Oak Tree

As I caressed the stream whilst it trickled down in glee
I stood afore and raised my head towards the old Oak Tree
It stood there all its life admiring the stream it marinated
Sunlight seeped through it's branches as it played with shadows

I grazed its bark and inspired its scent from time's bygone
I touched the swaying tire of playful memories once forgotten
The oak tree told me of boyhood dreams suspended into bloom
It's trunk carved proverbs of loving lust and its branches swayed with passion

But old Oak Tree was bowing its leaves and creaking in a weeping cry
I asked what was wrong, he whispered that death had found him
His foliage had withered and its acorns wouldn't grow
He told me that a man was to cut the old oak tree down tomorrow
And he became scared when he thought about the stream he could no longer patter
And he whimpered when he realised he could no longer make shadows as he played in the sun

He creaked again as he cried to the wind's breeze as a small robin landed on his branch and sung.

Sonnet

If music be the food of love, play on

For I shall never take flight, listless love

Or flutter the endless spirit foregone

Or grace the hearted beat from whence above

Untimeliness loving upon bereft

A single fond rose can be my garden
A heart that kisses flee thy timely heft
Save thy love before time fates thee harden

Prithee unto she; be mine one last time

And take love's earnest whispers upon thee
Brush lips and take me from one into thine 
Fallen petals transcend love into she

Love stems my mind into dissected glee
ID personified unto double's three