Jan. 21st, 2012........Poetry for your moment of vagabond dawn.

Ron Koppelberger

Mountain Passage

Reserved in afternoon touch, in away, and bacons

Of silent fate, the brilliance of those in the

Temper of soul, the professed confession

In shadow and rebirth, transport in evanescent

Decrees of light, evidenced by the voyage, delivered unto the

Crossroads between silhouette and mountain passage.




Ron Koppelberger

Magic Wildfire

Accomplished in flourishes and raves after the glancing vision

Of ebony eyes and raven’s silk, the sweep of lacy beauty

And blossoms in velvet sashay, a fast furious flirt

Defined by the coy smile of maidens in heaven’s

Desire, A tumult in tempest swirls of

Magic wildfire.






Ron Koppelberger

Wayward Swathes

The reverberating echoes of laughter

And glee, vagabond in sustenance

And court, the hush of diversion, the animated

Allure of sacred assurances and tender decree,

A breath of will suspecting the tears of

Amended betrothal and wild oaths of

Balance, the spirit of perfect mischief

And wayward swathes of coquette.






Ron Koppelberger

Visions of Eden

Devoted blessings and wonder, a fashion in fast wills of reason

And wont, in tender berths of unexplored

Treasure, the journey in muse and

Vaunt, the rusty fancy of whimsy

And row, of aggregate demand and satisfactions

In evening-tide indigo, in lay and assuming

Terms of amazing bliss,

A circle of light defined in

Visions of

Eden.





Ron Koppelberger

The bearing of Dreams

Meditations delivered unto the sweet shores of emerald seas

And azure skies, in perfect discipleship of

Heaven and evasive angels in pass. A voyage

Serenely alluring in professed muse and gentle

Lore, a winning quiet united by the silence of

Sparrows and rooted shivers of peace, the bearing of

Dreams and divine sunshine beyond the

Realm of woe.






Ron Koppelberger

The Puzzle

Puzzling rains and carved etchings in ebony,

A kinship of affliction and wrath, brought forth by the

Mazy mists of patient minds and deliriums in ecstasy, a sworn,

Pregnant find in seasons of power, unturned, untilled by the

Breath of man, in essence, in dancing awareness of

Synchronicity and thoughts of sated taboo, a preferred wine

Served in secret dilemma and chance, the savor of asylums in wont,

Untried by the pieces and part, by the fit and focus of a myriad in

Tempting image, the puzzle in old moons and nascent suns of

Trial.






Ron Koppelberger

Speckled Palms

Preserving the secret of licorice whips

And dirty grins, a tender hush bought by the

Taste of sugary confection in sly pass

And youthful tremors of ascension,

The fine deluge of sunshine spears upon the

Speckled palms and gritty fingers of

Babes and puppy dog clamor, in the children of seasoned

Wonder.






Ron Koppelberger

Shadowy Embrace

A wretch in the throes of divine

Passion and the vagabond desires of frayed

Edges, tattered rays of sunshine,

Enchanted by the love of still promise,

Princess dew drops and the nectar of remanded silhouettes

In shadowy embrace, a depth of surrender

To the tears of a gentle

Storm.







Ron Koppelberger

Breaths of Being

Hampered by the escape of dreams and sleeping dogs in

Confederate conflict, torn by the light shining amongst

The crowd in speckled demand and warm sated blood,

A deft pride attested to and defied in sable assurances

Of consolation, a complement in bond and resource, in

Yarn and ambitious breaths of being.






Ron Koppelberger

Hunger and Vaunt

Suffering, evening eager in yearning rare wine and backward gauzy

Looks, a skill in amassed murmurings and whispers

Of dancing drama, played by the love

Of rain shower gods and sweet temperance, a gentle

Gulp of liberty, primitive by the vehement

Wont of hunger and vaunt.







Ron Koppelberger

A Captured Dream

Emerald dreams and spun webs of secret obsession,

Betrothed by the magical assurance of

Beauty and unconscious wishes, in sleepy understandings

And native will, by sky and by sea, by earth and flame,

In dawn’s awakening brilliance and twilight mysteries

Of indigo eyes and shorn cattail dander, like the

Whisper of a

Captured dream.

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

Endless Tears

Extraordinary, tolerable by the secure beginnings of

Seas and shores of wealthy report, akin to desolate

Conclusions in ash, a shawl in ebony tinctured

Decrees of fashion, endorsed by the will of earth

And sky, by days and nights in reposing wont and

Trembling incarnate sustenance, the consuming

Cause of bathed showers and rainy cascades

                                               In endless tears.

Ron Koppelberger

Bleeding Roses

The society of ancient dreams and elder egress,

Bought by the shadowy pass of phantasms and eager

Blessings in ashen gray silhouette, a whip-o-will wish

In raven blue and crow black, by the lesser of the bond,

Intimate in somber eyes of fire and twilight

Embrace, the night bleeding roses and the unforeseen

Thrill of chilly possession and infinite illusion, a

Delirious craving for the exiled shape of melodies

In fast performance and tear filled fright, sanguine ghosts

And enchantments in lanes of mysterious

Love

Ron Koppelberger

In Twilight Fire

Ground by the moted dust of whirling delirium and

Gasping sighs of elation, a wild eyed assent exciting the vigor of

Wondrous glee and smudged panes

Of glass, leading the vision of ancient passions and freedoms

In gloss, by the light of an accomplice sun,

Torn unto bleeding skies and expectant in twilight fire,

By creations in distant reverie and quietly acclaimed

Followings of sparrow will and sated song, by the comfort of legends

And fantasy beloved in taboo and real realms of earth, resolved by the

Passage of moments spent in serene repose and thrust forward

                            By the promises of wandering hearts.

Ron Koppelberger

Ancient Pine Boughs

Trifles shattered by the scream of a hawk in flight from

Green pastures to sylvan wood, a secret parish in flames,

In the thrall of bidden vistas’ and commingled harmonies,

The lonely sustenance of ancient Pine boughs in sway and

Straw erries in summits of fearless advance, the bonded blood of

Freedom and shameless cornucopias’’ of unearthed resolve, a swallow of perfect nectar and a gulp of sweet sap, untold by the dream of wont

And fury, by distant thoughts of arid acclaim.

Ron Koppelberger

Bound Taboo

An attired alum and a sated

Twilight endeavor, in deranged, disarrayed

Sensation and dark slumbering

Magic. The drama in a witches sash

And a demon in the whole of a suggestion.

A tale bearing shrew, a lay in echo’s of rare

Whiskey shots and the subtle tombs

Of bedraggled bound taboo.

Ron Koppelberger

Sunshine Prayers

The clarity in temperate desire, in widows weed and sweet games

Of tender allure, by the real flirt in woven webs

Of cotton cloth and dreams of wild courage,

In suns of raw boned root and whispering wells

Borne by the wont of a love given flight, Sweetwater buckets

And scarlet tears of myth, a moment without delay, by embraces and

Cool eyed appreciations, by the wonder of an incarnate blessing,

An opus vastly superior to the dread of stagnant

Affection, by the cure and the will of a caste

In ash and sunshine prayers.

Ron Koppelberger

Lace Sash

Dear and sky high in clear courts

Of suspense, the bondage in

Backgrounds of taunt tears, of simmering fears,

The drama in precedent

And truth, in motley assurance

And love’s honor, a tender reflection, an imitation in

Alm and embrace, in quiet lace sash, a sense of satisfaction in the

Passion of a kiss, a gentle ecstasy in

Ash.

Ron Koppelberger

Real Dreams

Watchful worry and the tears of angels

In amazing rains of yielded love

And possession, a countenance in the smoke of

Mazy illusion and magic likelihoods, a refreshing

Breath in the nascent drama of

Real dreams and unhurried blessings.

Ron Koppelberger

Whispers of Love

The question in cause and shuddering practice,

A court in escort with the distress of

Succulent residence and changing fears,

The wager in ravaged freedoms of mercy and

Whiskey low,

A shelter in wayfaring wishes and chartered

Whispers of love.

Ron Koppelberger

The Sleeping Wolf

Careless in shivery passion, the sleeping wolf bidden by the

fancy of illusive shadows and breaths of fall silhouette,

in divine twilight fires of mischief, chaste in revolutions,

by curious scarlet souls in the chill of moldering sap and

lichens in hues of amber and ageless sympathies of gray.

by the depth of alabaster moons and frayed tatters of

summer perfume, declared in ethereal bones and perfect seasons

of time, in bursting caravans of temper, the will of ghosts

and phantasms in sweet whispering balance, by the mystery of legendary

drama in delicate sips of honey.

Ron Koppelberger

Secret Wont

Careful obsessions and praying passion,

A conclave of thrice beyond the

Surrounding love of mortal fire, an affected Smokey veil

In lace exceptions to the temptations

Of fervid desire, a concealed secret

Wont, a current of beautiful asylum

And certain bliss.

Ron Koppelberger

Enduring Grace

The risk in rose colored eyes and tender morning tide reception, a sinful desire in smothering tears of seclusion, a matter

Of overt coquette and attentive courage, a disciple following the

Wake of subtle ghosts and native spirit, by the dissolving evolution of gossamer and whispers in tender vaunt, a weeping acclaim and a glistening

Jewel in enduring grace.

Ron Koppelberger

The Gator and the Hare

Voyages unto the celebration of rabbits and hungry alligators

In hunt, by cool blood and disguised amber eyes,

A better part hungry, a shelter of jagged teeth and fringes of cattail tuft,

The praying pose’ defined by lusty want, to swallow

The drama of the gator

And the hare.

Ron Koppelberger

The Paths of Fireflies

Knowing the flirt of trembling bond and circles of whispering

Will, in bloom of dreaming delirium and bleeding oracles

Of reverie, a dance with the crumbling bones of amused

Souls in gossamer and spider crawl, a reflection in flittering

Moments of fear, told by the souls of passing entrance,

And spellbound in the tears of passionate embrace, allayed by moths

To the flame of aghast gods, secret darkness’s in cloaks of

Indigo and silent nuance, in trial by the candent paths of

Fireflies and spirits in the way of strangers and warm eyes.

Ron Koppelberger

Teardrop Reflection

Glimpses of cool sunshine in the beauty of teardrop

Reflection and blameless belonging, an affair in

Scarlet velveteen comfort, a sworn alliance of affectionate

Perfection, precious and woven clean amongst the surley

Snickers of bidden manner, in proofs of time, breath

And better than the eyes of suspicion.