Daffodil Decarie

Daffodil Decarie Poems

'No I don't'
No- I don't lie to you at all.
(that's what he told me, before he left)
...

Haunted in my sleep
I hear voices of tired luggages–
Scarlet wheels, terror in my spine
I know when you step in
...

It was 3 a.m I remember
...

I dreamed of muffins last night
and your fingers softly tender my skin.

This morning, a love you share warm my oven
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Once, two rats were talking.
'Try this, ' said the first.
'It is of xanthous essence with bewildering taste
Humans call it swiss cheese.'
...

.
Whisking off sweat droplets
On his cheeks, nose tip
Up his forehead-
...

winter falls burgundy–
A highway patrols
A grey bumblebee–
at home dinner calls
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This Hannibalic officer– drooling over,
The money you bring, the money you gain.

Eyes: Sucking Mary’s chocolatic chic,
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With my cigarette on
My left hand. Puffs I cry
The aches that stabs echt
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As if you have to stand amid
A myriad of storm waves–
As if you have to pause the air-
And bellow invisibly clear.
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Wide, boggled pair of brown eyes,
Stressed, no hand to stretch–
No lending hand to find, bittered–
Staring at the sky, almost weeping,
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I ask why do you need to kiss my lips?
You said,
because I want to– love you.
And you nailed
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The Last Argument
.
'Why do I ask that? ! ' And he continues...
'Well-It's true, making love
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Dark crater this vision must be… greater!
The stranger became a traveller—
Like a light year succeeding—
Before surmounting the path of my dream.
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A decent lie is like–
a voluptous coconut.

The fruit, husk thick,
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Reality- A theater of absurdity-
Dada work his best for the family.

Mama flourish in Europe and America
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A slide show of life-
You can either pause or stop.

You can push it forward-
...

Child warn you at midnight–
“Ma- I’m coming out by 5: 30.”

“I will come– ride on- snail mail-
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19.

Flower Vase
I can’t even-
describe happiness
...

We won over Space’
Tricky distance-
Today marks
The marathon
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Daffodil Decarie Biography

In countless ways, a born absent minded, a human being. Have stumbled upon many peculiar experiences and humble awareness. She is pleased to intuitively feel that 'Life is a set of sequential fair-expressions of symbolism and personification of what's within'. She is enclined to believe that if she is not looking for a creator she must atleast understand why she's created. Her family has conducted a tremendous amount of thought studies/experiments on her personality(ies) , and often times they are led to believe that the only way she can make a good sense of the world she lives in, is thru metaphor, personification and abstaction of most concepts, ideas, and realities that she (will) come across for the rest of her life. She's never been officially published, have not joined any poetry contest (tho, she has been a victim of fraudulent contest, out of her naitivity) . She is mainly looking for inner peace and harmony. Although life has confronted her in an unparalleled manner, she still managed to achieve most of her radical and professional dreams. 2008 marked her 28th year on planet earth. She figured that she only have 12 years left before stepping unto the golden ladder of 40th year. With this reflective thought in mind, she is currently devising a plan on how to be effective and satisfyingly useful for the greater good of man kind. She confidently urge the public to watch her grow exponentially from within and with out. Her most sincere (adopted) messages for humanity are: 'You cannot touch a flower without disturbing the stars' by Francis Thompson, 'Do not hold on to feelings that hurt you, simply throw them away' By: (unknown) , 'Bad judgment merely suggest that you've reach a turning point' (she personally paraphrase Jonathan cainer's phrase 'you did not make a bad judgment, you've merely reach a turning point'.) In totality, she is one heck of a complex woman born in this modern time of technologies and wacko philosophies. A woman who can chew over most arguments and opalesce most possibilities.)

The Best Poem Of Daffodil Decarie

My Personal Winter

'No I don't'
No- I don't lie to you at all.
(that's what he told me, before he left)

How many times
Have you heard
That - 'ignorance is bliss'?
.
I remember, it was in September
I ran, as if, tomorrow will never come
I ran towards you, after the stewards
.
They say, you were not on the jetplane
I expected. That you stood me up.
At Meadows field, were all the lilies
Dying, in despair, hoping that you are for real.
.
If- you did not show up, that day when
The dying flowers are hopeless to see
The magic that you will bring in my life
.
I wonder if you expect me to see
The beauty of your life, the madness
In your smile, the love that catches
Every inch of my fall. The waking moment
.
Every September, that which stands
As my personal winter.
I wonder if - the rain will fall
From solar eclipses or when the moon rises.
.
I wonder if you have loved me at all.
I wonder if you will be there if I fall.
Oh well - just know that I will love you
Forever more.

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