A Poemers’ Poemerings: Vol 2

By Marjory Bennett

I chose the title A Poemers Poemerings because it means (for me) that of someone to whom is always writing about something, anything. And its odd and catchy at the same time, and its the main title for the series that I am writing in volumes, too many to put all into one book.

I think of my poems, all as individual artworks, own a completenessfrom start to finisha journey, a path, a message that will inspire, mesmerize, intrigue, and take you to that deepness that hasnt been felt or known of your own self. Allow yourself to think out there and to see what each one is telling you! Envision the poem, and let yourself see the answers to your own thoughts of these pieces of artworks.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Feb 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781543469592

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Love, for the Demand

Do you see the solumne,

The tears that praises the highest

of the grazeings’ sombered wish.,

Do you sail upon the rageing screams

that bleeds from the shadows’ emptied

heart of endless skies.,

Retrieve’ the endlesslied that have

thrived, from beneath the fallows,

That crawl away into that sly,

that denominational cry,

Sail into that whispering tide

That opens the pondering stone of the

Souls that have weeped,

and touched the sarcasm that runs

unto that undering of deepness,

Dancing, like the worlds a chanting

glancing of the seerings’ charm of a

granted’ growth,

as evils’ a marvel running upon the

Saintests’ that have come along

that beauty, thats’ drawn,

into that lingering fester,

a brave intention,

to travel as a casted’

Grave, saluteing the theorized’ throb,

Gallently divined’ for the race

Do you believe in the hearth that

Crosses from one world to the next,

The days that dream,

as the nights’ a fein,

Bleeding through the wars’ cue,

as angels’ herald the crueled’

The lands a shy for the stand.,

Become the hours’ Vine

As my dreams’ become the daze,

formiddable becomes the honorary

of treacheries.

Sail unto the becoming,

The tone for tomorrows

absolutions,

The secrets an hour,

for the mourned’ of forgottens.,

Seize’ my harmony,

The blazing thats’ forwarned

to gather upon the glazented’

Tribute

a Psalm unbroken from when

the whisperings a storm,

Born beneath the sorrows,

as the night hails,

the fights’ a distant trail,

and life twists the becomethed,

a fate for the sturn,

Breathe my breath,

My lasting taste,

My salt, a wound that devours,

My course, to feel the freshened,

My Army that adores,

for the loves’ so unworn,

Place my venom upon the chalice,

of hopes’ unattoned hearth

of a destiny, untouched by the

Souls virtuesqued’,

a time to gather,

for the galleys’ a lore,

Becoming like one,

For the sacrifices’ divined.–

Become the hours’ vine

Sail away Little Bomb

Sheer the shy,

Shear the stride,

Sail the sly,

Shatter the defiled,

flaunt the fire,

air the miled,

hail the hollared,

of ancients’ that stauls the flawlessed,

The flying cry that drives me through

the angered tides,

Eve of angels,

Knights become the devourings’

that break upon the legions’ swan

of divinities blowing strong,

Seize the mightied,

the ravagings’ awned,

Breathe like the rivers’

a stray for the perfection born

from the lavishly ‘unattoned bones’

Praising unto the significance

of a terrace of crowns,

Sheer the silence,

mimmick the flattering

for-go, unto the forgone,

a bellow that becomes known,

Before the fawn,

a trait that hails the serened’

Stone of Psalms,

a riddle that runs under the punn,

a dance for the dream of wrongs.,

Sail the silence,

of wintering songs,

Sheered are the festivities to bond.

Sail away little bomb.

Small, are Tomorrows Doom

Small is my tomorrow

feeling the sorrow that dwells

deeper in the moral,

hear the consequences that runs

forward leaning on the dreams,

as comets’ closes inside of the

mindless behavior.,

I am the rettribution born for

Tomorrows tears.,

hail the storm,

the forgotten fears,

yester years’ love,

Beauty’ of an untokened blood’

Spurring for the moment’ mourned

Marry the stone,

a soul forgone into the nethered’

underworlds’ saints,

Conspire the prior’ within the

Leading, as unto the legion,

A rage condemnes the islands’

hopeless rest,

a blessing of callings.,

Small, are my eyes,

that opens the hearth,

the heart of heardless cries.,

Sailing away,

into the nighted’ Psalms,

the character of lores,

Loves the solumne of trysts,

Compile the pure,

the rarity that adores the majesty of lores.,

A dandilion fellow

I looked upon a dandilion,

deep into that pondering road,

the irony of love,

a fellow will jump, from the far’

like’ he’s a sky above,

dancing on his dreams’ that says,

I’m no spar, a challenge to bare the

bark, of an ever after charge,

I looked onward,

glancing a snare,

for a smile, so lovely and rare,

Denigh’ my fantasy,

I think not!,

for a love’ will bloom,

from my stareing of hards.,

My prism of tranquility,

Spawns’ a riteious deplore,

that characteristicates’ my score,.,

Look upon’ that meadowy fellow,

A dandilion of a roar.,

Appeaze my promises,

Capture that moment’

To play with the coyness,

a tunnel will embark,

Beyond my traveling heart.,

I spy a look, to honor a rook,

a riteious’ outspoken snicker will booszum

like a flocking tick,

Reeling as an intimates’ nook,

a tear of alloys’

re-allignes within the steadfastness,

hearth breaking through the time,

Shallowing from the years,

Passing as an intimate fear,

having the drive, as the nethered fares

that dares to open their wounds.,

hold me, like theirs’ a poverty speaking

from under my empassioned’ heart,

glossened like the emptying disposals’

a character, untraced,

within the formational flaws,

Climb far beyond that broken, thats’ been

struck from the lighter charred’.

indifferentially, the steps to dance,

holds the venoms’ glance,

Climbing,

an undanced venom,

Creating the sheers,

that slides from the pain,

that cries from ‘upon my minds’

loseing fate,

The faith of an everlastings’ dream of dreams,

a dance dangling for my threaded’ love,

that glassens’ the deserts rustic limb,.,

The brazen’ for the darkness,

escapes the mid-nights inner light,

Remember a rememberance,

hear the beating

as if the Indians’ drum,

a lost heart beat,

recapturing the winds window in time,

Holding life throughout,

another vine, so divine.,

Breathe,

glide,

Pounding, my heart throbs,

upon, the silence that becomes

my left out loyalty,

To hear the spoken redemption,

my love, a question that stares

deeper into the shadows’ silenced,.,

Breathe,

so solumnely,

a love that opens me,

like a bare’ naked ‘historic’

Surge of meadowy dandilions,

Swaying within the winds’ divine.,

Strongest of arms,

Standing straight,

the thigh of lengths,

Weaves the woven throb,

That opens my hearth, a dreamless guard,

Tenderizes the lion that becomes’

the beckoned’,

The rageing, so’ disregarded,

a theory that wages like a

beacon for the wavering strain,

the warmth’ paces’, like a flowering

hum, an angel of love, scours the

Seerings’ dust, a mind that dances

within that love, opens a high stride,

Sighing for a fellow, that has caught

my eye, a meadow for a dandilions’

Run upon my standing sway of skies.,

Love blossoms, from the,

– dandilions meadow. –

as whispers mount,

the trees discover the heroic flint that

burns the winds unto the whisperings that

have sinned.

whispers that gathers,

Trees that rattle,

Promises the play of the losten

Breath of these trees,

Open the traveling that beckons the

Cauldren that pours the mourned’

of their facialed’ hydes.

Discourageable are the underlying

Strides, a hail from the whisperings’,

The trees become the lace,

an infatuation that greys’ the light,

a hideiousnous born from the

brethren of a grudgeless fight.,

the prey that withers,

for the prayers’ that slithers,

Trees of beauty,

that gravitates throughout the flaws,

the ultimate of raw,

whispers begin like the cranes’ a

fin, an houring’ singed,

devouring the navigated’ windless

thaw, as a solumne little straw

wallows amongst the sargeants’ a

prayerless to the strong,.,

whispering like the trees a soul,

gathering for a fortress,

a toleratable gourd,

Burning within the night

A Loveless Love

‘Loveless Love’

The skies’ a sea,

a serpeant upon the tides,

open the wars,

as ancients are of the halo’s

Blind, a whale smoothens the grounds,

the firey dismountable hounds,

grinds the poured,

the highlights that have endured,

beyond the distances mind.,

whispering calms the calling swoons,

The trees of divinty showers the

fondness for the winds that travels’

amongst the solumned faith,

a bronzed’ blush, brushes’ the sly,

whispering upon the hours to taunt,

The meadows flaunt,

for the trees’ a love,

a broken dove, shadowing the

Sombers’ retrieved, as the angelics’

a leaf, a breatheing

that decieves,

a purity of sins,

Becomes the firey depth of angels’

rings, a beauty never lost,

as the winds a cradleing swing,

believe in the gracefulness,

The ominous of the walking

heights, that hours the fight,

a tree will open,

the willow of mights,

beauty will rest, upon the insights’ cove,

as the whispering trees’,

a loveless’ love. –

‘An Angels’ Depth’

Angel of death,

hear my crawl,

the deficate of life that denighs my

heartache, thats obligerated from the

scrolls of ideation,

a mongrel of enthrauls.,

a breath for the blessings’ sworn,

Sacrificeing the rapture thats

forwarned to screech the halt.,

Laugh, so’ little,

So, unattoned from the middle,

an angel that profounds,

from not even beyond the throb,

that hails from under the greying,

a ravaged’ sound, holds the

professioned’ of an alibaster of crowns.,

angels hear the deaths that crawl away,

deeper into the jungles’ heart,

hail the memoric of the autopsies’

method, carrying the deception,

like’ its the theory,

dreampt up to blister the corridor

of fates’ endless destructional haze.,

Slaughtered,

the somber threads of the beaten

Paths, safeway, hazards the fear to

Become the slandered’ ropes that pulls

the eyes’ mind into another turmoil of

Fates’ brotherhooded’ light.,

Kill’ no breath,

Land’ no instance,

as dreams dread,

Loves burning the homestead.,

‘Love, From the Start’

Today their is our love,

our beauty, that dreams from farther

than the secrets that resembles

the blood of our irony that

Becomes the blessing,

a perfume that adores the treasure,

christening the jewal that holds the

fate,

a destiny that slows the

whirlwind that sails the impassioned’

thrust of loyalty,

a love, so untouched from

the hearts’ breaking rush,

Crashing amongst the oceans’

waves, as the shores the standing ovation,

from the heir of promises,

The dance as pure as the

throbless beat,

a loveless tomorrow grazes the

mirrored’ vibrancy,

The echo of the hearts’

mesmerizable Trojan,

Disfigure ‘not the windows’ of time,

as a bloom will hessence the creme’

a richness’ devoured within.,

Today, our love will begin,

as a flutter will hold

the fear from becoming the fallow

as shadows run amongst the

Storming from beyond the token

that blesses the heart for

another dream, we will never part.,

‘Souls/spirits’

Souls - Spirits. Spirits, Souls.

Erase - non-exist. Cleanse - recycle,

another life, another day, another night

Dreams to fold, unfold within the height,

weights of rites, eves of might,

The significance resembles the flight.,

Souls’ are the spirits,

Born to bare the ride within the

resume, as into another fight.,

Belief is within the mind,

forgone is not the meniacal prize

that bares the wind into another

Treasured strike.,

Spirits, run like the shadowing whim,

that holds’ the venom within the soul,

To cascade a glimmer,

the sails a swim to cleanse the

frothing of tirancey, dancing on the

fringe of meadows, blossoming the

Blush of lifes’ opal of divinities,

Soul’less are not those spirits that

runs the pride, the folical that

Dams the siren of hydes.

Seize not the winterable sleigh,

that breeds the firey of dismays.,

Soul, spirit, body, life, afterlife,

inside and out, inner by the grease, that holds

the twists for the leashes,

that casts down the castration of

wisps, the color of the myths,

that dances upon the faeries’ kiss.,

the souls’ they’ve missed,.,

‘Somewhere I am Strong’

Bleeding under these broken stars,

The hearts the stone of integrity,

Danceing on the woven songs,

Where lonliness becomes the stairway into the

Weathered ‘worlds’ of treacheries,

The christening demands of the solumne lust,

Lost within the forever’ gone raptures.,

Never wear not these angels that peirces my eyelet

Souls’ ageless iodine, the barrier of the

Lostness within thine only coled ‘soule.’,

Pricelessness, the preaching’ through these eyes

It looks on forward,

Hearing the land, of an intense bridle,

The bridge that gathers the flowers,

Loseing the petals’ of lifes’ skinless fury

Drenching the coal that scurries for the fires

Braided weilds the hearth of the warmthest of

Strengthened a tide that grows into the everlastingments.,

Opening the stretching wrath of deaths’ doorway,

Bleeding through these shadows that disgraces

harmonies’ blister,

Holding the tragedy’ so close, into the nearing

hearts’ beating depths,

Belonging to the stars that follows the suns’

Printed suede that lingers upon the flesh of

Washing the earths’ secret, of the bleeding lores

Thought once had soared, secrating the dreams of

The manied’ clones of liberal beliefs,

Into whom became the strong, the iron of wrongs

Denighing the lions through the stranger of a world

Wisdoms an intimate Psalm, promiseing to give, when

Damnation wills’ grieve another length’ becomes retrieved.

Calming forgone into the minds’ sturn

Breath of hopes’ loyalty,.,

Dry, crispness, whiffled,

The crust, a departure,

a portrait,

stoned for the placement,

Greed,

The capsizeable heart,

Deepness’ spawned,

The riteious creed, opens the eyes

To hear into the mind,

feeling your heart escape,

The wind carries your knife,

of lifes’ breaking breads,

enrichened for the nurtured soul,

Stare,

Stare upon the stone,

the stone of deaths doorways,

Stareing so intimately,

into that blanketed roughness

thats’ prospered beyond the hours of solumneness,

Blankly staying beneath the distortioned’

Crane that honors the sword

from the faultering beliefs.

Steering the blungeoned scores, topless are the

Mountainous crops, bleeding the shipless sturn

Combat, it travels upon the maddening of the hallowed’

Climb’ so lowly, penetrating the scars of hope,

Climbing through the low blowing flows

Mesmerize the rivers of lifes’ unturning

insigniated twist of fates’ wrath behind

The laws of flaws,

Ridicule not the ancients slain,

Divinations a corridor of storms,

Breathe the insane line,

Depart not these ancient windows,

Steer the scars for heretics’ light,

Bare the soldiers’ angel of knights.,

Seize the silence, for that forever slight,

Take away, the forevers’ mage,

and bare the fallen gaze upon the moons’

Parade that glistens upon the glasses’ vein,

Somewhere I live, bountiful and strong

Tomorrow will never be gone.

‘Gods’ Graces’

Grace, go for the races,

God, the almighty, trace of graces,

Gods’ graces,

Inhumane humor,

A harbenger of roars,

To grace the races, the iron laces

Runs upon the unforgettable wire, of heighted

Proper to grey, the longing ride of their ancient hydes,

Waiting to open the hail,

the prosperous male, seals the rails,

The significances of their graces’

Charms a beauty,

To entice the segments that runs

Upon the throbbing strong, that lengthens’

Life as the longs, the breed thats’ of the breaths

As into wherever it belongs,

Traveling the roads under the night,

The faraway lights, intimately, its’ a sight,

Under the love that blemishes the scores,

It seizes, it sizzles, it seethes, as it singes the

Splintered rinde, the teeth that rewinds the wined.,

Stoned’ of the stoureing crows,

the following of the followers,

Graced, an amulet of immulated powers,

Imparitively impending through the subtley that mends

The broken seams, the threaded reams,

The skies that raises the raveneoused’ wave.,

Open up the silence within the blades,

as their secrets become opened’,

unto the grief, another daily life betrays the suns’

Dominion of the bread of gospels’ hears the thriving

wrongs, that blooms upon the wintered months,

As Gods’ Good graces

Seeks the venom of horrred’

Betrothens’ to glassen the wooden

Whistle of a follicle of opinions.,

Glide unto the treasurable,

Unrevoked’ ominionated’ throats,

Seize the sealed strokes,

as evil becomes the tailored’

ropes, seer the silence that

Becomes the perilous to stroke

The opened slope that wanders as

a Godlessed’ Talk

Gracefulness shocks,

Gods’ grace never mocks.

As lifes’ a circle

within inner circles,

Breaking