Unto The Night

Unto The Night
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Thursday, March 17, 2011

New Poetry

Ron Koppelberger
Desperate Affection
The blessings of sunrise attentions
And indigo fray in tentative
Excursions of dawn, a vagabond flame
In magic charms of affected desire,
The yearning want of mysterious
Romance and enchanted allure, a beloved
Balance between the need of trifles and desperate

Ron Koppelberger
A dream in Due
Each and all, beyond the time of interposed harmonies
In pact and unborn coquette, a bitter sustenance
In ash mix, in the tears of a phantasm, a dream
In due, a wafting will in eyes of shadow and certain admitted
Charge, the form in furious outspoken firth,
A complaisant court, overseen by the knights of evening-tide

Ron Koppelberger
Winged Trust
Easy in symbols of announced voyage, a gossamer
Veil, untold by the quest for liberty and love, by the minute
And wild diversions yet asleep, bred by charmed beginnings
And courses in cascading journeys of ethereal belief,
Rare havens’ in reflection and careful reward, a prayer
In deed, a summery in vaunt, the love of winged trust
                                                              In innocent shapes of sleep.

Ron Koppelberger
Mortal Passion
Featured in theaters of drama and castes of hearth fire
Home, spun in sane whispers of warm glow grain
And exhalations benumbing the woes
Of anarchy, an intimate vision of ,love, of honey
And crème, of songs sung in innocence and affectionate
                                                                  Shades of mortal passion

Ron Koppelberger
By The Edge
Rage and rouge lipstick, dressed in ash and silent
Seas of cotton down, by the gilded touch of passions
And angry eyed glances, the demure repose, the
Amended pulse of hearts in vaunt, in fires of tender
Release, by the edge between love and darkness,
Desire and silhouettes
Borne of unrequited

Ron Koppelberger
Dreamy Mist
The discretion of secret hems and spinning beauties
In revolutions hold, a wilderness of tired dreamy
Mist, delivered unto the wont of aging
Castes and wishing wonder, brought forth by the need
Of ballroom grand and bridled passions, carelessly welcomed
By the arrival of ancient escapades and the ebb flow of
Emerald seas, discovered near the sparkle of diamonds
And gilded seasons in myth.

Ron Koppelberger
Today’s Dream
Turns by stone and bone dust
Dirges in bitter alms and sour alliance,
A defined perfection in poise and purpose
In lay and ways of worn sheer
Shorn sheep. A tomorrow for today’s dream
And what may seem to be the right of calm
Acquiescent wonder, in legends of sheparded passage.

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