This will be a place for me to put my assorted poems from this site...mostly so that I have them all together. Feel free to offer advice as a poem is never perfect and thus never finished.
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This will be a place for me to put my assorted poems from this site...mostly so that I have them all together. Feel free to offer advice as a poem is never perfect and thus never finished.
The Sun God
Of courage and strength, an amalgamation,
His gaze as furious a conflagration,
As the searing heat and rolling flame,
Smoke choked screams, and ash like rain.
Amid the chaos, a realm infernal,
No trepidation, he stands eternal.
His golden plumage, stained black and red.
He spreads his wings, and soars ahead.
The inferno greets him, its blaze unleashed.
He rushes in to quench the beast.
The battle ensues, the embers hiss.
It flares to give its deadly kiss.
The hellish demon spits its flame.
The devil writhes and screams in pain.
And when the fiend at last is tame.
The hero finally stops his rain.
The struggle done, he quits his hose.
And from the ash, the Phoenix rose.
Unwanted Perseverence
The old man stretches deeply,
And winces at the pain.
It seems there's always more of it,
Around this time of year.
He gazes out the window,
At snow drifts on the pane,
And at her cold and empty seat,
And wishes she were here.
All his friends are gone now.
He wants for them in vain.
No children had his wife and he.
His eyes well up with tears.
No festive smells come from his stove.
No wreaths or candy canes.
Utter cold and empty home,
Noone left that he held dear.
If only he could be with her,
He'd open up a vein,
And let his life bleed out of him.
The dark could claim his fear.
But that he knows he cannot do.
She wouldn't want that way.
Someday he'll join her after life.
Till then, he'll persevere.
Pesky Prints
Traitorous little ridges,
Betraying me with every thing I touch,
Been with me since birth,
And yet, no loyalty.
Better to burn them off
Then do the time for the crime.
"Happy New Year?"
Early holiday
January hangover
And new beginnings?
Broken promises
Little lies told to ourselves
Light another fuse
Bright fire raining down
Melting pristine piles of snow
Yet we celebrate?
C'est la vie
Time to celebrate!
A headache lie in wait.
But, for now my thirst I'll sate
And have the world upon my plate
So raise a toast, and have some more
Drink until we hit the floor.
Tomorrow, we shall see for sure,
That celebration is a whore.
The Tempest
In the eye of the storm,
Fleeting serenity envelopes the soul.
A moment to clear my head,
Before the tempest regains control.
Chaos swirls on all four fronts.
A deluge of emotion before and behind.
White hot rage,
Blackest despair,
Envious green,
Tangled,
Entwined.
A tiny vessel on an infinite sea,
With darkness all around.
Electrified, oppressive sky.
Ominous thoughts abound.
Tranquility depleted,
The waves begin to swell,
With cacophony of thunder,
And screaming winds from hell.
With heavy heart and burdened soul,
I plunge into the night.
Behind, the light leaves me,
As the eye, it closes tight.
A Disposable Past
The King is dead, His army defeated.
Vanquished is his name.
Soil now rich with fallen Crimson,
King's blood springs life again.
Fallen are his minions.
Each one has met his fate.
The battlefield has quieted,
And only hell awaits.
Victory is ours,
Though bitter in the end.
Many lost along the way,
Like whispers in the wind.
This battle is eternal.
Our quest will never still.
A future of a thousand pasts,
For Ka is but a wheel.
Flashfried
Welling up within me,
Unseen vibrations coalesce.
Friction produces vibrant waves of electric blue,
Alive with hair raising potential.
Inaudible, Intangible humming,
Searching for an outlet.
Energy brimming over,
Barely contained.
Finally,
An unsuspecting victem,
I drag my feet as I approach.
My hand extends an innocent greeting.
SNAP.....the discharge is serene.
Solitude
Away from all the others,
I can scarcely hear them scream.
I watch them from a distance.
Surreal as if a dream.
Popcorn and corndogs,
I taste in wisps of air.
Flashing lights and ringing bells,
The world without a care.
A fleeting thought of joining,
But no, I do not dare.
Cause I am always over here,
And they are over there.
Bend of Oblivion
Venomous orb
Murderous, pulsating eye
Oily, dark bile within
Maerlyn's black thirteen
Odious, gaping abyss
Down the rabbits hole
We go.......
War and pestilence
Plague of human existence
Rotting, putrid souls
Revolting secrets
Unspeakable sins are told
Deadly lies unfold
Mothers drown their own
Sinister, murky waters
Depth of which, unknown
Hateful dream of death
Walk with Walter O' the Dim
Come and stay awhile
Sanity undone
Unraveling and threadbare
Laughing and screaming
Forever
His Season
Life springs forth, anew and curious.
Trails untrodden, untaken, untried.
Lessons learned, a pace so furious,
As April thunderstorms collide.
A world of wonderous work awaits,
A willful one would soon descry.
Though as the novelty abates,
This wounderous world one will defy.
Summer sunshine, and rich desire.
A frantic race to experience all.
Each end of the candle alive with fire.
Carefree climb and ingnorant fall.
Newfound passion, hot as the sun,
Awkward lovers, entranced, enthralled.
His legacy he attempts to emblazon,
A disjointed message hastily scrawled.
Then in the Autumn, the passion cools.
His acorns, the squirrel methodically tolls.
Content to watch the younger fools,
Along his beaten path he strolls.
He sits and thinks all by himself,
Of how the pace of life has slowed,
Of polished dreams upon a shelf,
Unto his young they're now bestowed.
Bitter winter, now has come.
Weathered hands and aching bones.
Icy wind, a howling thrum,
Icicles long and gnarled have grown.
Though death is nigh he has no fear,
His life he's lived, his seed he's sown.
His season, long, shall pass this year,
As he came in, he leaves...alone.
Bears are very impressed, now that it's all collected.
They had two favorite poets in this site - Fruno and Jon - and now they have three. I am planning to comment a lot, later.
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Thanks Jean, your compliments mean alot to me.
All Hallow's Eve
The westering sun soaks the earth,
With tints of burning crimson.
Sinister shadows creep behind,
Or crawl along ahead.
All Hallows Eve's crepuscular rays,
Bring gloaming death in season.
The darkness bests the sun's assault,
And fills the soul with dread.
The children laugh from door to door,
As demons watch and wait.
Ensconsed within each gloom and shade,
They'll stay untill they've fed.
As monster's scream from plastic masks,
With threats of "Trick or Treat",
The real ghouls lurk with growing need,
To rent, and tear, and shred.
A groaning wind whines through the trees,
It whispers and it sighes.
Jack-O-Lanterns search the night,
With eyes of gleaming red.
As ghosts and witches roam the streets,
A straggler falls behind.
The ambush happens silently,
And in the dark he's bled.
Though most will make it home of course,
With candy in their bags.
At least in one child's room tonight,
There'll be an empty bed.
BOO:evil:
A Woman's Work
I have a friend,
Tough as nails,
Who'd never cried or bled.
But then a woman he did meet,
And tears of joy he shed.
Another fellow,
Dense as stone.
He worked the field by day.
But then a woman blessed his soul,
And knowledge came his way.
Another friend,
A coward though,
A king in his own right.
Found a woman, and did she,
Bestow upon him might.
I myself,
Was lost for days.
Along the road I'd roam.
But then a woman I did meet,
And she showed me the way home.
This poem has such a shape. I love the message but shaping is hard to do well.
Good job!
I am very particular to this very poem; it was first posted in Riddles, and the bear was the first to guess! http://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../0134-bear.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../0134-bear.gifhttp://i91.photobucket.com/albums/k2.../0134-bear.gif
Old Glory
Old Mother Glory, encased in glass,
Asleep atop my shelf.
Your navy blue, once royal now,
Despondent as myself.
Lines of claret, strong and proud,
Your sanguine gift to me.
Streaks of white, a blinding light,
A star for all to see.
Folded tight by soldier's gloves,
Then placed in trembling hands.
A shroud for you, a badge for me,
Of courage, for which it stands.
How 'bout a song?
Empty Bottle
I seen ya walkin' just tha
other day....and I
Remember how ya made me
feel that way...cause ya
You acted like you didnt
even care.
In fact you acted like you didnt even,
see me there
Well thats ok cause now I'm
feelin fine
And just about drank you
off my mind
Where heres the last toast to you
We're through today.
Cause I don't need you now
Anyhow
No more.
No way.
You used to smile while you were
sellin lies
It took awhile to see your smile as but a
thin disquise, but now I..
I see your silly, sick, so stupid game
Of cat and rat, and this n that, and playin
Place the blame.
It used to be that you and me
were quite the team it'd seem,
But now I see the team was me
And you was just a dream.
Now I'm awake and you can take
Your dream with you today.
Cause I don't need it now,
Anyhow.
No more.
No way.
Well the..the bottles empty
And your song is through,
And now there's.. nothin' left that
You could say or do.
Oh well the..party's over
hope you had your fun.
Cause now it seems, its s'pose' to be
That you and me are done.
Oh well the...
The bottle's emptyyyyyy...
Oh yeah the..
The bottle's emptyyyyy...
Oh now the..
The bottle's empty and your song is through.
"But now I see the team was me"
I rather like that line.
Another song?
Wanting More
Another empty bottle has,
Earned my name.
A vessel for misguided,
Shame and blame.
Another dream falls to the floor.
Thats alright, I dont need it anymore.
Broken promises and,
Evil ways.
Rows of wasted years and,
Empty days.
Still don't know what life is for.
It only leaves you wanting more.
Where this road now leads its,
Hard to say.
Away from pain and tears or,
Into the flame.
It only leaves you wanting more.
So should I...let you in or close the door?