"Good girls, Good gales, God kväll, God bless!" is a new poem themed especially for my Pageflakes. If you go to http://www.pageflakes.com/deaulivery you can see my D'eaulivery pages and a part of the poem. Once subscribed to this Damsider8 Universe, you can view the full poem upon request.
Throughout the years, I have come up with a characteristic style of writing that is my own. You will be able to find out more about it throughout this universe.
If you took a look at "My Sports Teams" tab here, you have already found out about one such style called "Sporamethyst™", of which you can view a poetry example bellow.
Defining a sporamethyst would be a quick and sporadic perimeter of poetic rhymes.
If you took a look at "My Sports Teams" tab here, you have already found out about one such style called "Sporamethyst™", of which you can view a poetry example bellow.
Defining a sporamethyst would be a quick and sporadic perimeter of poetic rhymes.
Breath...
It's a stroll-in,
Roll
with the dolphin!
Spin like a soul
bound
to make it
to the mountain's tin top!
Fall
like a ball!
'Round the curve, roll...
Time
your allotted float_
_t(h)ing
in the wake of
singing this song!
As you're singing,
Yea,
Let the good times roll!
As you're bringing in the new,
For you're seeing out the old!
In singing,
Yea,
You're The Insignia of the things that are,
As you're signing out
of the things that were.
Sign
up for the things to come,
Sign -
- you're The Sign of things to come!
©DID, 2008
It's a stroll-in,
Roll
with the dolphin!
Spin like a soul
bound
to make it
to the mountain's tin top!
Fall
like a ball!
'Round the curve, roll...
Time
your allotted float_
_t(h)ing
in the wake of
singing this song!
As you're singing,
Yea,
Let the good times roll!
As you're bringing in the new,
For you're seeing out the old!
In singing,
Yea,
You're The Insignia of the things that are,
As you're signing out
of the things that were.
Sign
up for the things to come,
Sign -
- you're The Sign of things to come!
©DID, 2008
Paintdevaard de dreams,
Houses, boats astream!!
What's your boulevard of dreams,
Where lies your heartbeat
when a-diving like a bream!?!
Draw 'n' drive a dream!
And taint with it not,
Just paint it astream!!
On what alley may you end up
is just a question of what boulevard you're on,
For thereon lies your heartbeat
where your rhyme's rimmed
and your name is pinned!!
Paintdevaard de dreams,
Cars, plants astream!!
Have you been so full of art of dreams,
That everything you see, you feel it,
When a-driving through a sea of streams
while beaming!!
Would you be so fond of visions,
That you'd always tend to peel
everything you see into a scene of deals,
For all life that surrounds us
is just a compromise of seals
on a painted boulevard of dreams!
©DID, 2008
(written for my personal fanbox at http://channels.fanbox.com/paintdevaard
Houses, boats astream!!
What's your boulevard of dreams,
Where lies your heartbeat
when a-diving like a bream!?!
Draw 'n' drive a dream!
And taint with it not,
Just paint it astream!!
On what alley may you end up
is just a question of what boulevard you're on,
For thereon lies your heartbeat
where your rhyme's rimmed
and your name is pinned!!
Paintdevaard de dreams,
Cars, plants astream!!
Have you been so full of art of dreams,
That everything you see, you feel it,
When a-driving through a sea of streams
while beaming!!
Would you be so fond of visions,
That you'd always tend to peel
everything you see into a scene of deals,
For all life that surrounds us
is just a compromise of seals
on a painted boulevard of dreams!
©DID, 2008
(written for my personal fanbox at http://channels.fanbox.com/paintdevaard
Mix a bowl of ice
(A Sporamethyst by Damsi,)
Mix a bowl of ice,
Mix a bowl of lies,
Make some bulging eyes...
Mist on borrowed lines!
Miss a bail on ice,
Mister Pale Device,
Mist on borrowed dice,
Mixed with prowling vice.
Make some boulevard,
Mix a bowl of art,
Mix of owl-like art...
Makeshift overload!
Miss a ball, die hard,
Mix a blonde... thy card!
Make some ball-game! Interlard!
Make some bill! Aim! Part!
Mist of a bowl of art,
on misty boulevard,
Meanest prowling part
has been caught in the act!
©DC, 2003
(A Sporamethyst by Damsi,)
Mix a bowl of ice,
Mix a bowl of lies,
Make some bulging eyes...
Mist on borrowed lines!
Miss a bail on ice,
Mister Pale Device,
Mist on borrowed dice,
Mixed with prowling vice.
Make some boulevard,
Mix a bowl of art,
Mix of owl-like art...
Makeshift overload!
Miss a ball, die hard,
Mix a blonde... thy card!
Make some ball-game! Interlard!
Make some bill! Aim! Part!
Mist of a bowl of art,
on misty boulevard,
Meanest prowling part
has been caught in the act!
©DC, 2003
Poetic moan,
I've seen you stroke her hair
at the stir of dawn,
I've seen you don clichés of clouds
just when the sun is sown
upon the sky that's owned
by love and admiration
of the Highest One...
We're just two people
floating in the asplendancy of romance,
Ascribed to God's own novel
of reasons and rays of nuance,
of seasons and orders that make sense,
For we play innocence in resonance!
Poetic dawn,
I've wrapped my arms around her
when in the silk of moa(r)ning,
I've opted for the leniency of rain
to clean the dotted lines
inside my mind,
my body
and my soul,
Just to understand what she really means to me!!
Poetic moan writes
Poetic Dawn:
You, Dawn,
You are the observation,
You strongly advise us toward the lightings.
You crown
all of our feelings' conversations
that we keep having among us,
So,
we invite you to advance towards our writings!
Poetic Dawn writes
Poetic moan:
I've seen you lit up by the skies above,
Even if within your voice.
I've read your mind when clouds were drifting,
And saw that you were not digressing.
I've felt your pain when rain fell freely.
And was amazed at your words and your caressing!
Your love makes loving strum so softly,
As rain tip-toes her drop-ins drum like tease.
Your pacing through my glow
alights the bowl of life:
You are the daze-drop in the flow of the globe
and she's that maze afloat the world!!!
©DID, 2008
(written in the series of Sparsettas - sparse letters that words or things are corresponding with one another)
I've seen you stroke her hair
at the stir of dawn,
I've seen you don clichés of clouds
just when the sun is sown
upon the sky that's owned
by love and admiration
of the Highest One...
We're just two people
floating in the asplendancy of romance,
Ascribed to God's own novel
of reasons and rays of nuance,
of seasons and orders that make sense,
For we play innocence in resonance!
Poetic dawn,
I've wrapped my arms around her
when in the silk of moa(r)ning,
I've opted for the leniency of rain
to clean the dotted lines
inside my mind,
my body
and my soul,
Just to understand what she really means to me!!
Poetic moan writes
Poetic Dawn:
You, Dawn,
You are the observation,
You strongly advise us toward the lightings.
You crown
all of our feelings' conversations
that we keep having among us,
So,
we invite you to advance towards our writings!
Poetic Dawn writes
Poetic moan:
I've seen you lit up by the skies above,
Even if within your voice.
I've read your mind when clouds were drifting,
And saw that you were not digressing.
I've felt your pain when rain fell freely.
And was amazed at your words and your caressing!
Your love makes loving strum so softly,
As rain tip-toes her drop-ins drum like tease.
Your pacing through my glow
alights the bowl of life:
You are the daze-drop in the flow of the globe
and she's that maze afloat the world!!!
©DID, 2008
(written in the series of Sparsettas - sparse letters that words or things are corresponding with one another)
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