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Jan 21st, 2011............Flying against the wind.

Ron Koppelberger

Tempest in View

Slavery ennobled by the will of royal

Plenty and reigns of flame, an interlude

In sashay, in parallel walks of ventured

Voyage, a sentiment in sums of overwhelming

Solitude, near the solstice, in holy spells

Of charge, wrought by the squalls before the

Tempest in view.






Ron Koppelberger

Paper Dragons

Sanguine, smoothly told by scarlet tear drops and wounds

Of err, a dirty passage, dust laden and in footfalls

Of ancient yellowing glimmer, by the flayed fledgling

Caught in glass baubles and silver haired slick,

The sundry array of diamonds and coal, black borne by the fires

Of a destitute desire for the thrall of an innocent approach and

A child in wonting curiosities of lost love and flittering eyeshade, the coquette of a day in dreamy obedience unto the call

Of paper dragons and

Silhouettes in secret.






Ron Koppelberger

Suspiring Suns

Precious whispers in quiet eyed alm, the rapture

Of a daring cry, a cure in dress, in vesture of grand design for the

Spirit of love, life and sure songs in bliss,

The triumph given cause by the desire for heavens

Alabaster brilliance, for real bond in

Suspiring suns and fertile savannahs of pause, for the

Light in earthly shadows and silhouettes in

Eden’s promise.






Ron Koppelberger

Sweet Sap

The consequence of blossoming opiates in woe and ruin,

In storms of distant bond, a refrain for

The engrossing mount of prayers

And names in ash, a torn sash in elder tears

Of sanctified desire, the vanquished, coy bearing of

Endings and dire disease, a gossip in thorny briar

And sweet sap.






Ron Koppelberger

Sweet Baptisms

Amusing, delicious perfumes of perfect

Bloom, of fine silken affections, in sweet

Baptisms of innocence and wonting embrace,

The love of a virgin confessor and a beauty in

Arrayed symptoms of desire, the gentle flow of a sated kiss,

A smooth smile in secret knowledge

Of passion

And romance.






Ron Koppelberger

Blessed Breath

Surrendering to the chaste drama of virgins and angels

In flight, like doves in gentle companion and sunshine

Cloaked by the ivory gleam of revolving clouds and beautiful

Beaded ethers of blessed breath, a path in cotton sway

Fashioned by the pregnant longing of dandelions and

Cattail down, the quiet loves of a reverie’ and approaching, beguiling

Affection, the allayed revelation in sylvan gardens of rain and

Innocent perfumes in sworn confessions of asylum,

Bound by the wont of clever desires and serene enchantments heartened

By belief.






Ron Koppelberger

In Heaven’s Grasp

Exhaling the mystery of silhouettes in charade, in discerning

Revolutions of beauty and bliss, the affectionate dream,

Sleeping with the desires of everlasting

Love and passionate shadows craving kisses

And almond eyed storms of fire, branded by the charm of a simmering

Brew and rare rippling sensation of ecstasy, kaleidoscopes

In passing rite and grateful glee, given unto the source

Of reveling reveries’ and borne confessions in

Twilight ink, in unspoiled betrothal, a sky spattered

By the fireflies held in heaven’s grasp and caught raging

The evening-tide age.







Ron Koppelberger

Wild Wolf

The mournful conviction of love’s desolate

Abandon and passion’s swelling penance,

The useful rant and roar in searing tinder

And special races of tender contrition, the intimate

Whisper in assay and allay, a developing sufferance

In slavering raves and wild wolf fascination.






Ron Koppelberger

Ravens Wings

Cousins shuttered by the full bloom of

Moon blossoms and night shade smiles,

The radiating shadow realm of dabbling dusk

And the eclipsed illusion of glaring confusion,

Disengaged delirium for the clarity of an evening

Sun and an inky umbra of rare wonder, by the shine

On a Ravens wings and the embers

Of eternity.







Ron Koppelberger

Innocent Blood

Sharing the signs of slow sap and sugar trails

Led unto the woodland realm of witches and demons, sweet

Seas of rapture forsaken by the wrath of a

Nightmare in pass, lulled by evanescent allure

And seductions sure, the promise of amber light

Borne by ill wills of darkness

And wicked intent, the scarlet seam

Running in splashes of spider weave and the droplets

Of innocent blood.







Ron Koppelberger

The Care of Peace

Untilled in impressions of myth and shifting

Shape, the abundant passage of flames

In icy frost laden horizons and decaying deserts of

Chill, a doubtless inhalation received in being and

Live beliefs of tattooed pass, by the discovery of depths felt

Awake and awaiting the care of

Peace.








Ron Koppelberger

Near to Home

Earnest intentions and shaped moods of utter excitement,

Eager in creatures of struggling bond, the flittering emergence

Of reflections in cause, complement and hue, by azure eyes,

The commingling essence of ancient glass and resonant secrets,

A symbol of freedom, primal in mossy passions of forward momentum

And wooded abeyance, the fervor in thrilling

Paths of garnered desire for the tapestry of carved wooden

Betrothal, in bark and in the stone etchings of lovers in vaunt, in sighs

And castes of shadowy sunrise decree, by the quiet ease of a journey

In distant dramas of jeweled exchange, rare pilgrims found by the edge

Of the lane and near to home.






Ron Koppelberger

Affectionate Fray

Reflections in fuzzy petals of blushing rapture

And blissful affection, an age given light by the advent

Of amber eyes and slivers of day glow warmth, a heated embrace

In touch, in loves command and the sleeping

Shine in smiles of affectionate

Fray.

October 29, 2011.......Dream and pause to consider the wonder of existence.

Poetry

Ron Koppelberger

The Harvest Seed

The lush day by day drama,

In wanton urges of wicked will

And tendered , a love child in eternal

Raven’s share and passionate tempered

Fare, feathered, torn by tears, the consummation of eyes

Alight and alms in prayer, in kind smiles and need,

The harvest season’s seed.




Ron Koppelberger

Scents in Rue

Quiet abandon and intrusive soliloquies in ash,

The radiating wills of burnt amber glow

And twilight constructs in triumph of towers

And blossoms in buttercup flow, a delicate transport

In ethereal ebb and in what’s read by the

Sainted ascension of cleaver, rare scents in

Rue.








Ron Koppelberger

Deserts Undone

Ventures in divinity and fires of satisfaction, silent, claimed

Of itself and sugar substance, the concealed midnight allure

Of profound mercies, wayward in sublime wills of love,

An uncanny echo surrendering to the passion of a serene slowdown,

Persevering in amused eyes and crimson beads of exhaling

Passage, in an infinite drift and an instant of resolute

Touch, the perfect sympathy, the artful mystery of balanced

Availing romance and beauty, by the shadow of deserts undone

And December wombs.





Ron Koppelberger

Confessed Bliss

The essence of bleeding endurance

And passionate terms of emergent

Taboo, the love of eventual reason

And mistress decrees, the bond between sweet

Whispers of azure wind and cautious

Shadows in twilight flame.

A cadence in cause of

Confessed bliss.





Ron Koppelberger

The Court of Paradise

Beyond the plateau of secret passion and desires for

The sacred heart of revolution, the court of paradise

In clandestine angels of affection, kept in asylum

By god’s reverie for the love of gentle spirit

And the passion in tempest blooms

Of contrite mercy, the trembling dew-drop mists

Separated by the division between what has

An inherent glory and staid soils of contention.





Ron Koppelberger

Ancient Tribes

Made by markings and ancient tribes in consort with

Wolves and clans of secret desire, the passionate urge to pass the warmth

Of settled fire, by eyes and fond touch, by sighs

And huntress weary depths of fancy, by the children

Of born futures and circles of howling rant,

In the day and evening-tide way, by gasping teeth

And tender dissident metamorphosis, by the

Love of sunrise souls and dewdrop dreams.

Ron Koppelberger

Wolves in Reverie

The primitive past and the dancing graces given in

Lazy absence of shadow and bidden twilight, by

Revelation and spring afflictions in wild eyed celebration and

Romance, a praying guild in distant dreamy release,

The adoring outline of hunters and

Faithful wolves in reverie, in destinies gasping in the

Clutches of baseborn consequence, the sated daybreak awakenings of

Full bellies and sacred bones, by exile and the tears of crimson

Cascade by sorrow and the stray howl of gruff confederate

Assurance. The knowing quest for flames in cunning absolution and enchantments in unplowed earth.

Ron Koppelberger

Barnyard Delicate

The battle was divine and the pitchforks, the shovels, the machetes and hoes gave birth to the revolution in sure sated solution, in strange fashion and vehement passion. The cry of ethereal demon dire and live well-spring angel wire, in combat singing like the liquid roar of an engine in hearts of cascading downpour and starts of hymn, descried by saints who sing. The heifer fell and a gnawing, chomping demon in ashen gray crunched at her bones in frenzied fray from hell. Sprays of scarlet and tears of dew drop decree, tis in silent whispers of sweet twilight, they defy the ferocious fright; an angel whoops and charges the demons in soils of rust, pinning the beast because he must. Crimson soils and fearful toil in design and lay, in

Tender salvation they pay. Chickens cluck in blind ignorant bliss as they peck at scarlet stones amidst the bones of spoiled gain. Windy shorn demons on the heels of spite flying, spinning like a hundred under the brilliance of the sun, grinding, binding mullet and chicken feathered fare, spinning, killing in barnyard care, torn in successive row the demon turn in shares of wicked start, a portion of chicken flesh for the most part, bleeding and screaming in glee they declare the angels will never be free. The assurity of oinking oblivion and horsehair fear the demons screech and in the midst of a tear sent by the charge of heaven and barnyard gods. Far in the lead an angel sings and a great gulping growl erupts from the demon sway, defying the sweet symphony that points to the day and the sanctity of the bidden host, the revolution in alabaster fray. Angel fare for the likes of barnyard pigs and drooping ebony swans, for mares and sheep in sheer delights of evening-tide twilight. The sustenance of feathered raven flight, for goats in grim bleeding gruff and ducks quacking in the rough. The angel flutters his wings and evolutions and demonic lay in ash fall to the sodden earth in gasping breaths of defeat, one by one they fall to the mottled spattered hay and dust demons undone by the saints they must. Screaming in hoary rasping beats the tale of error replete. The barnyard fray delivered and done by the flight of those who have the sun and the stars, the love of life and the might of one, barnyard delicate the balance between good and evil defined as fire and seed, wanton misery and dire need, wheat bloom and ash, forever eternal the barnyard clash.

Ron Koppelberger

Gray Clouds

Dominant in glossy whitewash wear

And gilded gulps of gasping dare, the

Tramp dealings of charm. A rhythm of

Indifferent shades and shores, cares and lores

Of future cause, of touching romance

And passion, a bond of spewing wake, tethered by the seizure

Of rattling spells and endless

Gray clouds.

Ron Koppelberger

Wolves in Reverie

The primitive past and the dancing graces given in

Lazy absence of shadow and bidden twilight, by

Revelation and spring afflictions in wild eyed celebration and

Romance, a praying guild in distant dreamy release,

The adoring outline of hunters and

Faithful wolves in reverie, in destinies gasping in the

Clutches of baseborn consequence, the sated daybreak awakenings of

Full bellies and sacred bones, by exile and the tears of crimson

Cascade by sorrow and the stray howl of gruff confederate

Assurance. The knowing quest for flames in cunning absolution and enchantments in unplowed earth.

Ron Koppel Berger

Veils of Illusion

Pieces of emerald glass, bequeathed unto the cool shores of

Azure seas and amber sands, by drifting eyes and clear sunshine

Souls, the taboo of lonely aspirations

And eager exile, swallowed up by the passion of

Sorts and dissolving dramas’, in foggy

Veils of illusion, made sweet by vivid dreams of Eden.

Ron Koppelberger

By the Lore of Beasts

Profusely scented in briar row and palm

Commons, a struggle unto Marigold bloom and

Wild raspberry stain. The allure of tender

Blossoms in climbing adventures of mossy

Address, a lazy tendril of smoke unto mists and dreams of

Wolves and fairy fortune, by pine boughs and seed beds in straw,

The seconds told, by the lore of beasts and tender

Assurance.

Ron Koppelberger

Bone Splinters

Consumed in spider spun, scattered sunshine

Silhouette and overripe sours, a tart

Disjoined parcel of devouring sleek shadow

Proposed in distinctions of

Uncrushed stone

And gentle bone splinters in chaw,

Convulsive in design, in ragweed

And time.

Ron Koppelberger

Ancient Dry

The silence of intimate crowns and frenzied allure,

The world of vigilant certainty and trespass

Unto the express depth of heart and soul,

Of root and branch in eternal escape and

Parades of suspicious heed,

The pursuit of raggedy substance and ancient

Dry hells in conclusions of suffrage.

Ron Koppelberger

Sacred Illusion

Shadowy in dawn’s first love, alight

By the edge of dreams and whispers of

Amazing, soulful secret,

In wont of bidden affections and

Suspicions in scarlet,

The affected trial of day unto spring passion

And summer sensations of warm rhythm,

A tender enchantment in

Sacred illusion.

Ron Koppelberger

Etchings in Blue

Sensational in silhouetted shadows of smokey breath,

In hearths of unwearied flame and mantles of gold, torn

In gentle scarlet dew, in clear reason and sealed

Destiny, the passionate shiver in winter thrill

And marble window sills framed by the crystal array

Of sunshine tides and frosty etchings in

Blue.



Ron Koppelberger

Tears of Passion

The revolt of roughhewn tempers

In crowds of interposed dreams, a hastened flight

In winds of chance and azure beaded tears of passion

And desire. The love of grasping perceptions

And gasping whispers in silent shores of shelter,

The charm of sweet smiles and tender touches, in

Custody of hearts and spirits dancing in evermore

spells of light.

Ron Koppelberger

Tranquil Mists

Ornate, perfumed by the scarlet glass of wells and oils

In flowing bouquet, delighted by the love of blossoming fragrance

And warm sated revelations in silk, the tranquil mists,

The happenstance of affectionate smoke in

Tendriled webs of absolution in

Velvety unrivaled reveries of

Escape.