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~~~ Return To Anon ~~~

Updated on December 16, 2013
* Painting By Wade *
* Painting By Wade *

~ Return To Anon ~


Meet thee at the brink of forever, where thy Aphroditian grandeur sleeps in rapturous coma of Hypnos dreams. In the eye of a quivering flame, ‘pon the Queen Anne torchiere boasts the vestal which burns for thee in kindles of remembrance, where love was thy spiral galaxy in the onyx space-time of your beating thing; your diet, the stars above ; thy dessert, a romantic circlet of marbled trinkets, kept for you, as a fifth wheel, driving our hopes wherever we wished to go.

Let distich words make love whenst thou art far from me, as flummoxing gulfs of turbulent, volatile waves ‘tween aching , reticent twain, divide, via their ebbing, phantasmal ripples of taciturn, spectral hours.

When dawn’s choir pierces cockcrow in paean of angelic, cryptic canticle, let that be my belle singing to thee as though released from my heart, welcome to return, when the chill, arctic winds swerve, and blasts of Favonian, capricious gust blow thee back to me, where thou’ll keep thee safe and warm in a velvet house built for two.

Before whirligig of ‘ Once upon a time ‘ was ever begat, when a melting fiancee gazed into her vintage compact, you let your man swear eternal love in thine ear under a weeping moon ‘neath a spreading sycamore wherest thou were born. Couldst madam’s beauteous symmetry release a sweet tear of joy for thee as a sand bar meets a gentle wash of true blue, just as summertime leaps like a newborn lamb from the lap of April dawns’ nectarious embrace?

My love for you is a Russian doll, encasing my resplendent orchid within each passing day, encouraging secret, silken thuds to thrive, making better versions of our yoked amore than we sought in troubled peccadillo of yesterdays, as we lettest the deliciates of our past becometh the worst of our hereafter.

Climb aboard impending prospects of these rambunctious, future thoughts, away from the ballyhoo hokum, as they travel forward to times of good morrow, whereth thy swain, as he gazeth into tinted amulets of robin egg hue, mounted 'pon crystal citadels of perfect femininity, may declare that beyond unseen millenia, thouest shalt still be in love with his amaranthine queen….



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      Jennifer 3 years ago from Lost...In Video Games

      Beautiful as usual, my friend. Voted it up! Best wishes, the flash!

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      Phyllis Doyle Burns 3 years ago from High desert of Nevada.

      So romantic and beautiful. I love your style of writing.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hey WL!

      Glad that you liked it and hope you have a marvellous week ahead.

      All the Best,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      I trust you are well Phyllis Doyle, and appreciate you coming by to read awhile and parking your uplifting remarks in relation to the writes.

      Thank you, and enjoy a healthy and wealthy forthcoming week.

      Sincerely,

      R.Q.

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      ocfireflies 3 years ago from North Carolina

      RQ,

      Please forgive my lateness in commenting. My youngest son graduated from Appalachian State University on Sat., and it's been one of those go-go-go weekends. SO very proud of my Magna Cum Laude.

      I am still imagining " a velvet house built for two." Such an interesting description.

      I am really digging:

      "Before whirligig of ‘ Once upon a time ‘ was ever begat, when a melting fiancee gazed into her vintage compact, you let your man swear eternal love in thine ear under a weeping moon ‘neath a spreading sycamore wherest thou were born..."

      Voted up for sure!

      Magna Cum Laude Mom from NC : )

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      Dora Isaac Weithers 3 years ago from The Caribbean

      "When dawn’s choir pierces cockcrow in paean of angelic, cryptic canticle . . . brings on nostalgia of early morning on my Caribbean environment. Imagine hearing a love song above the crowing at that time of the morning! This is an exceptional love letter.

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      Jamie Lee Hamann 3 years ago from Reno NV

      Incredible use of language in your poem of love. Jamie

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      wetnosedogs 3 years ago from Alabama

      Your writing is definitely unique and you write so very lovingly.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      C'est magnifique!!! Faith Reaper

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Kim,

      Congratulations on your youngest son graduating from Uni; you must be as proud as punch......time to crack open the bubbly or its equivalent for sure! Brilliant.

      Thanks for sauntering by for a read and send my best wishes to you and your family for a double celebration this Christmas.

      Warm Regards,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi MsDora,

      Really pleased that it could remind you of times in the Carribean; and thank you for your always encouraging and uplifting words, and for educating me about the most perfect time for a song to one's beloved.

      With Kindest Regards,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Thank you Jamie and sending goodwill to you and your family this season for a happy Christmas.

      Best Wishes,

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Wetnosedogs!

      If it wasn't for love, I think I would have shut up shop a long time ago.

      Sending lovely Christmas wishes for you and your bristly babies.

      R.Q.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, Dear Romeos, You so deserve a much better comment then those few words I left. Your poems, especially of late, seem to leave me speechless. Plus this day, I am a bit out of sorts because it is my sweet mother's birthday. Just thinking of last year at this time being her last birthday on this planet.

      Hugs, Faith Reaper

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Madame Faith Reaper,

      Merci Beaucoup!

      R.Q.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Oh, sweet, sweet Faith!

      I'm not unaware of this difficult time of year for you and my thoughts and heart are with you this day; just wish I could be there in person to hug you and make you feel a little better, but please know that I truly do understand, and that you have my sincerest condolences on what must be a very difficult day for you.

      With sincerest love, sent especially for you,

      R.Q.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Oh, thank you kind sir, and your hugs are so powerful, I can feel them across the ocean! I meant to say above, you deserve a much better comment THAN the one I left for this passionate masterpiece of poetry here.

      (((HUGS)))

      Faith Reaper

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Faith.....for you:-

      www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-tlHE7PMwY

      R.Q.

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      Faith Reaper 3 years ago from southern USA

      Aw, so sweet and beautiful.

      Hugs, Faith

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      Suzette Walker 3 years ago from Taos, NM

      Romeo: Your poetry is so sensual yet has an antique old time feel to it. Your images are beautiful and so is the meter and flow of your words. I always feel whisked away on a magic carpet when I read your poetry. Such a magical and thrilling ride.

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      Romeos Quill 3 years ago from Lincolnshire, England

      Hi Suzettenaples,

      Your intricate and generous comment is not without sincere gratitude, so thank you indeed. Also, that part about the magic carpet ride has just reminded me of a song of the same name by the band Steppenwolf....that's an oldie! ( but a goodie :)

      Happy to have whisked you away, if only for a short while; you're welcome.

      With Kind Regards,

      R.Q.

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