Bradley Tremmil
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rlmXdMu03hw
THE MAGIC OF OOH…
In this life
Around the block
Roads high and low
we’ve travelled so far
Yet someway somehow
Me and the scent of you
We’re still to learn
the real magic of Ooh…
The magic of you
The magic of me
The essence of your finessence
Deep inside of you
With or without words
There’s this thing
That speaks to a thing
deep inside of me…
A mirrored reflection of you
You’re curious to explore
the mystery of me
Sometimes the vent too
We’re caught in a 22
Slipping into the quicksand of allure,
Cos this thing we prefer to hate
Is the very thing
we love to adore…
More and more
Like a cord
that pulls from the ocean tide
How long can you hide
When it shows on the face,
The magic of you
The magic of me
Falling into
A dawning into
The magic of Ooh…
Copyright © 2018 Bradley M. Tremmil
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6eagOjFrSiQ
SCENIC ROUTE…
Trapped to this world
Bent on pressure by demands
How can anybody interpret
a language they don’t understand,
Unless they have x-ray eyes
How can they visualize
a place they’ve never been to…
You’re keen to see into what I mean
Step into my arena
Take a minute
Relax your mind
And in a moment,
You’ll be scripted onto the scene…
Tho crowds at the elevator
be anticipating for the rise
I prefer the scenic route,
Ground zero spirals up
like a tree from it’s roots,
Just as dew drops are damper
to petals kissed
In this way
Let me pamper you…
A journey thru your door
As we learn the magic of you
There’s so much more to discover
Lets uncover from the lover within,
Slow, steady and correct
I take you round the mountain
Watch the sunrise in your eyes
Noon light to moonlight’s allure
Fainted clouds shrouded in awe
Some glean their sunsets
on your pretty-pretty face,
Peep into the wilderness
See the wildness of your nature
Like a vintage wine
that creeps into your veins
Oh my witty!
As sure as night falls into day
You’ll be trembled at my touch…
Clock-clock
Knock-knock
Seek to sight
School in the wonder of thunder
Hush now
No need to rush towards
fountains at the peak,
Step by step
Hand in hand you’ll be blushed
As you hum along
the rhythm of our dance…
A blanken canvas
Colour thee mad
The abstract this time
What you see is in you,
Pastels fused with oils
After charcoals over pencils
Take the brush,
And lets begin the scenic route,
A journey my dear
To the magic of Ooh…
Copyright © 2018 Bradley M. Tremmil
OOooh such wonderful poetry dear friend.
Lol…thank you Jenna
I’m with my own glasses, this time, like seeing you in my soul. Although of course, your choice of words will not be able for me to arrange in my poetry.
Your art is unique to you and subjective to the interpreter. It would be good to see your arrangement of poetry on the same subject.
I really like the pictures – it’s real art
Abstract art to me is more appealing than definitive art.
the most dangerous trap is the one you don’t want to escape
That’s eventually how Samson’s eyes were dug out.
Yeah, after he told her how to do it…
His bitter cup should be our education
You can either learn from his example or repeat his mistake. I know what I want to do…
Thank you Carol, you are welcome.
We got two for the price of one from you Bradley. I feel honored. Both eloquently written as only you could.