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.
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.
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.
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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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. |