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A Sonnet of The Eternal Beloved
by Ayatullah Nurjati

O Eternal, beyond the grasp of flesh and time
In silent nights, where stars softly weep
My soul wanders, yearning to taste the divine in time
I search for You in depths still and deep

What am I but dust, mere clay and bone
O Beloved, pure as the morning’s breath
While You are the Unseen, seated on Your throne
Draw me near, release me from death


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The knife listens
by Bogdan Dragos

but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let

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Red sea sky
by Quinn Smorenburg

Against ribs, three valvate knots press
mountains under skin. Sundered kin,
bound lights swim in fountains found
within. Hollowed skies, mirrored blood.
Love is true, dipped in mud.
Sea-sunk eyes, nothing deeper.
Seek out birth, cut through ether.
Essence, still, solvate crust.
Diamonds wear; remnant pus.
Aeons spent, luring flies.

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A Sonnet of The Eternal Beloved
by Ayatullah Nurjati

O Eternal, beyond the grasp of flesh and time
In silent nights, where stars softly weep
My soul wanders, yearning to taste the divine in time
I search for You in depths still and deep

What am I but dust, mere clay and bone
O Beloved, pure as the morning’s breath
While You are the Unseen, seated on Your throne
Draw me near, release me from death


......

Continue reading
Red sea sky
by Quinn Smorenburg

Against ribs, three valvate knots press
mountains under skin. Sundered kin,
bound lights swim in fountains found
within. Hollowed skies, mirrored blood.
Love is true, dipped in mud.
Sea-sunk eyes, nothing deeper.
Seek out birth, cut through ether.
Essence, still, solvate crust.
Diamonds wear; remnant pus.
Aeons spent, luring flies.

......

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The knife listens
by Bogdan Dragos

but that handle was made for his hand
hand - handle
handle - hand

the fingers would close
around it to never let go
It had to have flesh around it
at all times
But the blade...
the blade was still naked. He couldn't let

......

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  • Quinn Smorenburg
    Quinn Smorenburg (1 poems about Flesh)
    June 23, 2000 - Cape Town, South Africa