Woman above word
Myth in fluidity
Strength under probability
Every word love
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Lol the Gem
Asinine the meet of meek
My coffee a chauffeur for thought
Never did I tell him I owned a Pear tree
Now when you’re not around I have little Apple’s
Growing though never a Pear tree
Apple’s and pear’s we fall before our Winter
When you visit you reach for my pear
A loving apple to remain the winter
My strange arrange of apple and pear
Her Apple to see winters bleak Orange day’s
A thought for you to remember our tree’s
Pear’s for now, the ephemeral residing within me
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Stars of winter
Reflecting through
You’re nights vision
Fading and bright
As fast as
Light and sight
Night’s glaze
Love rewrote
Each note a maze
Harmony a symphony
Captured in length
Mesmerized
I warm
To steel-her blaze
2017. Adam Blewett ©
© Adam Blewett 2016
,, be aware there is a gift
the strangest insight to that
As conceived in simple valor retreat
You that has brought relief
Though aged and desecrated by humor
Photogenic in embossed valor
All to contagious in a corrupted archetype
My valor once staunch in ancestry
Now courageously autonomous and bereft
Not so valiant as all is left on guard
Saving to ply a residual you cannot comply
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who what and when
seen through the spy of time
tempered from bye of bye
a simple glance, a fragile smile
will bring romance
that has not commenced
a replication from that farewell
will expel non-courage
and propel a vigilance
of who what and when
and by of bye
desperation nigh
your passing expression of goodbye
will be why!
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
displaying numb
Monochrome light’s bled the fog; courage to find, salient drops of that what remained in a heavenly bond. Liquid blades placing a tenuous bead searing of bated breath, as ferocity shone without need for a soul in declined mercy. The golden rehearse my angel of inclination, rebels in a pages find, the nocturnal sounds monochrome within everlasting storms of windows chime.
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a breathless shore
On lawn’s utopian dream
I knew my Venus distant
Beyond my cerulean sky
My country they couldn’t see
Residing within me
I never asked they never cared
Amphibians dark greenish sky
They read death’s words
As I was and think is this grave
Gravity behold
Remembering those word’s
I punctuate her sky blue
And the amphibian’s
The amphibians well
For them and they
All I know
It is convenient
Their love grows
And my utopia
Is her lawn dreamt
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Lover’s cathartic yelling porous oranges over my noble crown: crates of broken slats preambling stale stoics afore mentioned dimension decaying hours crust baking feudal tried.
© Adam Blewett
2016
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I love unicorns
They are special
Special ones
Our special ones
Needed ones
And needed ones, they bleed
©Adam Blewett
2016
Morphology
Sublime charts tremble
Queen of nexus
Insular veins mapped
Tanzanite polar aqua
Swish love dish
Blend reflect dream
It’s my meme
And I’ll cry
If I breathe
Sleuth me want
Mine gone void
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She so make the
I love her
The heart their in me
Ok sometimes
Overly indulgent
Should i mine me
When all she verify
I try to hold
Blessed be she
So in mode
2017. Adam Blewett ©
© Adam Blewett
2016
fabrication of winning cock split with an Afro do abrasions upon the romantic sunset packing adrenaline red lining on lanolin fettered thread bear tether sheriff thrifty hedge long beak artist in sculpting death with fire blade: squeals bore deep A festive bleat fed with the warring worms punted to drink lores blood ah gust spun from fetid air spurs divine pitted against: i am blind red marked lethal lining cock’d beneath blood red gunned down by the sheriff we build this wall of helmet’s a choppers meld
Within love
On to love’s starry trail of cosmetics,
painted raw, thunderous an intimate.
Melancholy baby your tally soars,
so sweet of mine, your awe I never ignore.
With close of night’s hour, life’s crumbs i ignore,
wondrously fond of how our time foments.
And I behold your vigilant beauty,
an never will require somatic thought.
With thy love requite, consummately.
© Adam Blewett 2016
My over valued crypt
A sigh soporific and prosaic
A genteel from a Dr Seuss book
Say you it’s important to dream
In a memory I relive your cryptic kiss
A steady hand don’t bend the word
Spent last night cooking
Knowing you’ll have your turn
In promiscuity patrician
You always fill before I arrive
I awe of a ending refined
Prospero one day I will find
© Adam Blewett
2015
the wheel is round
but not my voice
to write is profound
to sing is magic
as to sing
will make a merry-go-round
to see a smile without a sound
is happily profound
© Adam Blewett
2015
~Written 1999~
Have found fable
few tell all
a tall tale
you forget me
prized by hype
2018 Adam Blewett ©
One thousand fathoms below a girl drifting dancing founding the anchor read watch forecasting land producing silver bead and nocturnal shell’s ornamental the Pharaoh’s build: begot lifting gold the rich fifteen men and four hundred and eighty queues; land is made the moon elliptical and baron John Wayne rides again
© Adam Blewett
2016
Her generous glare
A guidance to her vase
Every symbol frame and given nook
A look Pantera like
Meant for contentment
Barely a hint for the old violin
Delighted expelled
Laughter frivolity
Lulled aptitude
A valet response
Barely
Inherent to the evening
Glittered pavement
The whispered shouts
Her tenuous bravado
All drinks prepared
Costly axiom
Barely a voyeur
Crazy with valor
We drift through the moonlight
A quick step pouting
We arrive fluxum
In barely a jounce
I cradle her welcome
And nervously reply
With a lack luster sigh
You’re a vision so pleasant to the eye
As I pick up her gown I stand barely
© Adam Blewett
2015
The most feminine bottle of wine
Explosive to the core a taste so refine
Unpenetrable without a tested sweet talk
Basking in a warmly lit room chosen with ease
Our eyes meet as i caress down finding her core
Rejuvenized sigh’s as the tipple is left dry
Tracing those eyes and barely with eternal skill
I overcome a thirst so dry, one glance at a time
Cured from the maturity within,
My lustful juvenile taste,
Unpenetrable to my surrounds I swallow her down
© Adam Blewett
2016
With those lips nostalgic
I vivaciously caress
And suggest, my forlorn chalice of nectar
For the inebriated heart’s, abandoned cure
With a deep full motion
I cup the lust, to ground my liberation
And without tonight’s fate
I emulate, your chastened goodbye
© Adam Blewett
2016
In retrospect i might
My ominous flower’s bloom
I lie drenched in her scent
Devoured in a late bright glow
Beaded with Sun’s reflective sere
Orbs lonesome travel
Tailed in a humid glide
From sorrow to death
The orb’s bust and orb lonesome
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ke ta uoy nt fro
warm winter rustic
lug
infinite noun could
to hug
uncoil warmest cup
bare hands made for fair
cover a lisp of lime
a fill from the brewery
distilled lap after lap
felt left to recount
© Adam Blewett
2016
Missing departure
Amphibie mazed
A swollen nexus
Rare, sear and braised
© Adam Blewett
2015
up is near
a move tall
smother my lack
get the will
caught returning back
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“are we here yet”
They won with see
Devout to creed of unity
Theirs they ground in prosperity
And all were too follow
Dismantling history
Producing there beautiful world
Forefathers written to poetry
Reflecting in giving thanks
A space needed for them and they
And to heart they grew old
In trust be slay
To reflect in unity
Devour of deaths door
Age frails there beauty no more
A country in Gods lease
Individuality there ‘needy’
Mending age with a gift reborn
The song is cold
The savior is black
Unified in patriotic dismiss
Cold heart bitter for need
With liberty the Baron’s artist
Three more word’s ‘win the war’
Trust me you will be
For black are they
Founding in beauty
A country naked in breath
Lost to song with art.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
crimson
Ambience lie erupts
corruptus ill finding
yellow rebel trouper
and deserved lust grows
hell bent sense
blend of you poignant
a cast of iris lare
menu a cancer
radiant lie
vampires hub a nail
tartan lists my Irish
the gavel in frame
words the blame
touts compunction
white nerves
my scalp line hideous
a plagarist inflicts
fluent chagrin smolder
admonished blades of savior
burrowed bequeathed sorrows lust
crimson sword lost in depths chest
mortality of myth’s sequel
thrice be your exuberance.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Quaintest of swells
Tangible to the myopic eye
One thousand memory’s held to the sublime
A cast of fictional critics for the story line
Meet your sister by chance frugal and nonchalant
My mind wondrous under the views arrest
Hidden intention wall to wall cannot dote the report
Smoker’s cough let it out, proudly not-in
Giving into the outward sky I rest the must
And my caricature that will take me far
Memories high loud not the fight with inner sight
My myopic mind transfer afar with payment concur
Bask me in a moonlit bar full of swell and chagrin
© Adam Blewett 2016
Tightly meet “Bon Appétit” your meal is with fresh juice as we squeeze the hallway.
I said: it will wait the longer the brew truer the taste.
I knew it was coming; the flick of her hair, a gesture in delegation. Everlasting never in despair.
With interest made that scarf you ware; wool, cashmere or perhaps mohair.
In precision I feel a tickle on my jawline, the latter mohair you will find.
Your perfume Yves Saint laurent by chance, accord not met, the the fragrance you atone are my rose petals; placed with linen and on my clothe.
Quenching a riddles desire and under her spell, a heated brush of her potpourri as i nestle in for Bon Appétit!
© Adam Blewett
2016
Make love not philosophy
Plunder in abstinence
Be fonder don’t plunder
The thunderous revenue from anew
Progression of my heart
Regression of my soul
You are smart, i am told
You are fed, i have grown
You have sown
I have tried
You may be known
I maybe have a glow-on
You may have a thought that i have taught
I have a custom that is in retort
At two past midnight nobody can be bought
© Adam Blewett
2015
Must I under our night sky
bear witness you claim all and every
your kisses and the booty shuffle
I dye with a have not of your excel
like the black widow removing the past
you will not see under our fascist night
redress for the octave wistful star sky
yes you have smiles on a cereal box
above i prove there warmth in a star
you are here my man to rest and shine when
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Missing by proverb
Lost and said missing verb
The players gait
I know this bird
Its felt
Its deniable mystique
I know this draw
I claim its presents
Knowing watching
Looking to be informed
The scorn of the underscore
This is rightfully yours
This one love
This one love
A love
Fit for all
© Adam Blewett
2015
Repetitive reincarnation
Caught in purgatory
Under the spell of an idiom bell
© Adam Blewett
2015
Twentynine
Our queen of misery
her rheumatic post appearance
royal after thought from tea of braille
this gifted cup of success
love’s blend be my remedy
play a role you rogue fratelli
with a pinch of spouse
our manner be of blemish
this skeptical scepter i keep
the king and I rule with superlatives
his poison; my royal tea
this nexus he shall impose
laborious refinement
kings riches an indent of blows
the queen of apprenti
brotherhood of apartheid
there is no health
just the climb for your salubrious wealth
the scepter bores platitude
and with each dish
death will annul
so find me more jesters
for you the kings martyr
caustic for revenge.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
I look out the window and grab a burger from under my pillow removing mog hair and fluff want tough is the stuff of champions halo hamburgers black mustard halo hamburgers the rarest generic wheat with cheese kept at my feet; Vagabond pickles joy for your taste bud tickles like grains of field burger buns dripping with sesame seed: cathartic squares I’ve reached the pane as i draw the blind an find my forth floor neon window vane
© Adam Blewett
2016
Empty High Sky
we don’t look at my life that way
I enjoy the word you read
dismissive a look in read
this colour of mine is me
I look to love with creed
sentenced i create from need
this look it fits your book
your book read fits a look
words in use keep my faith
I like too be read or green or you
my fate sealed with a rhetoric
missing that black you paint.
2018 Adam Blewett ©
Destination a chore
restorations mishap
my world is round
the crowd woo
my eyes have no doors.
2017. Adam Blewett ©
neat be
My punnet of muse
buoyant saps of glucose
frosted delights tenant’s of hues
predominant in lack of sate
your fingers paint in mood
abstract and curious
lustful mods in caress
blissful at chaw
with hips that seduce
you’re suffice of to stay
2017. Adam Blewett ©
The asinine overfill of beloved
As my fingertips touch those luscious lips
I recall our tentative mosaic desire
As my resign has become benign
Heart’s latch dispatches as the eye caresses
Mosaic i steal your look of gentle feel
I feel a scalloped sensual desire
A glinting light the silhouetted wall
Maintaining a rostrum of small talk
And longing for that lost feeling of cradled love
I move closer to her shadow
Her powerful heart beat
A blizzard of gold
Your measure twofold scant and complete
My asinine heart erratic to your mosaic love
Pieced together forever with a broken heart
© Adam Blewett
2016
The cupids lemel
Founded at dizzying height’s
Love dissipated
Marauding Above
© Adam Blewett 2016
BLACK WHOLE SUN
skies prodigy
our music embossed
rich in one colour
a fading bequest
less the dead
moon’s plead
excuse lost Sun
the sky blue
veins are black
the Sun know where
you shine above
liberty embossed
lest harms river flow
2017. Adam Blewett ©
Quickening became the revolutions
Jovial and tiresome
Prone to inflammation
Due to this read dot
I favor your mechanics
Your centrifuge of thought
Golden blonde thought clouds rule the day
This dot gives enormity to my blue
Enough rotator i will be your traitor
Too cliques and I will have found you!
© Adam Blewett
2016
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