DisregardDeath; An enigma. As is life..?Disregard2 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
While brittle twigs do snap and double
So as we stroke death's brutal knife
In our cold hands, life turns to rubble.
Will you find them; lost and scarred?
Or will they melt away to snow?
We've never seen more disregard
For life and death, for worlds that grow.
Silence is NOT Our ForteHere they are –Silence is NOT Our Forte3 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Eviscerated ideas of the common man;
Aerated with poison and
Rocked to sleep by deafening waves.
Uncivil are we who scream our names,
Softened only by those we love...
Neigh we will not be silence!
Openly defying those who slander our ideas.
War is upon us and we defend ourselves.
Masquerade MusingsSee her dance,Masquerade Musings5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And hear her laugh;
See her spin
On a shapely calf;
The mask she holds
Within her hand
Hides the past
Of a broken woman
Though all the world
Is allowed only to see
Her smile and step and twirl;
They revere her grace
And praise her appearance,
And all the gentleman
Line up for the next dance;
Yet, secretly she thinks
She would rather be alone
Where she could shield
Herself from the chandelier’s light
And slip into the darkness,
A bitter creation all her own;
Though, this masquerade allows
No such place or pause,
And so she is forced to dance
And accept the shallow applause.
See her dance,
But hear not her sigh;
Look to the embellished mask,
But see not the crystal tear
Behind the satin she cries.
Life's MasqueradeMother said to play the partLife's Masquerade5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Destiny had predetermined all for me;
She smoothed my gown
With the back of a weathered hand
And softly spoke as though
I might better understand.
“Now, my child,” she began to sing,
“Of countenance and character fair,
Never before you has a better yet
Lived. Look to the world, and see
The pain all the others must share;
You are blessed, my darling daughter,
For you live without a care.
Pride yourself in the pain you do not know
And pray that your beauty will continue to grow;
Tact is your talent, and grace your goodness as well,
Too marvelous to be measured or ever compared.
Enjoy tonight and dance as if all the world
Is watching, for I know they all wish to be just like you.
I will leave and let you dress, my blessed girl.”
My eyes follow her as she departs
And wait until she disappears
To shed the saddest and most helpless tears;
Mother thinks all the world my name desires,
Though I would give anything to not be me;
A Man's MasqueradeHe takes my hand and guides meA Man's Masquerade5 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the center of the ballroom floor;
My flushed face darkens with blush
As I steel myself and prepare to soar
To the heights of this new wonder,
To the zenith of attraction’s first touch;
Dreaminess clouds my outlined eyes
As I am awakened by initial lust.
Foolish thing am I to think myself worthy
Of his gaze; yet, I find myself underneath his stare
As he twirls me without hesitation or care
For the rest of the word, the onlookers envious
Of the infatuation I revere with the greatest elation
As all admire their first looks at love.
He studies my thoughtful eyes through a mask of lace,
Offering particular attention to no other part of my face
As he guesses what I hide, what I conceal with pride
For my own furiously racing heart’s sake;
He finds in me a kind of innocent fancy,
Though this is the least he might expect;
He knows how to woo, to charm, and to please-
He had known the easy prey I could become
The very moment we had incidentally met.
Gun and BabyI have my guns and my baby.Gun and Baby6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We've been part of each other three months maybe.
Went down to the confession booth in hopes to save me.
I wasn't gonna kill 'em no matter how hard it may be.
But I almost thought about it wrong so to be safe
I'm walking into the church to get under grace.
I'm so fond of my baby: so sweet,
But, I have to struggle hard to make ends meet
And he keeps asking for cash and I want to say never
But if I do that he will have to leave me forever.
Oh god, save my Henry with your most holy scriptures.
Though he may be a leech, I really need baby pictures.
Never FoundLives lost in the city,Never Found6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like pennies on the ground,
Left behind for the shadows
Of alleys that drip from streets,
In the stolen hours of the night.
Lives lost on the ground,
Forever to hold the night,
In the insect-paved streets,
That forsake the city
To operate in shadows.
Lives lost in the streets
To mischief of the night,
As lovers dance in the city
Laced with acidic shadows
That tuck them into the ground.
Lives lost in the night,
Like pebbles on the streets,
From that which lurks in shadows
And poisons the ground
Of this two-faced city.
Lives lost in the shadows
From lives plaguing the streets,
Littering pockets of the city
And blanketing the ground,
Whether day or night.
The mosaic of life.The streams of color,The mosaic of life.10 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
flowing and endless.
The mosaic of life never ends,
all it does is start a new panel.
One to be filled in by you.
Feathers Of Pearlescent Greens and BluesFeathers Of Pearlescent Greens & Blues.Feathers Of Pearlescent Greens and Blues17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Beautiful Exotic Natural View..
Yet the Foreign Invader sees Only Golden Hues.
Driven by Greed, Mounted on Steeds.
Demanding and Taking all in View..
So I'm on a knee as I say A prayer to The Great Creator.
An Rise Up to start My decent from this Indigenous Monument..
Like A descending Eagle, No Fear. Ready to Face that Sinister Snake upon this Sacred Lake..
The Wind flits swiftly past My Stern Glare. As I fasten Chimalli with care, Ahtlatl on My back, Macuahuitl on My hip. Doubt leaves the Mind. Elite; Born for this.
A Natural Mystic breeze flowing through the Valley.
Creating A visually Native Dance.
As it gently moves through...
Feathers Of Golden Águila, Pearlescent Quetzal & Jaguar Spots.
With Them WithinAnother day, Another BattlefieldWith Them Within19 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Put up a front; deceive the innocent
They know not,care not, keep them in content
Susceptible; deprived of sword or shield
Anxiety begins to strangulate
Prohibits reason, spirit, freewill
That savagely destroy and steal and kill
Siberian within; most desperate
But many are the warriors out there
Although you don't consider yourself strong
Yes YOU! Get out, Be free from all these wars!
Become like the victorious; Declare,
as you reach out correcting what went wrong,
"I will not be defined by all my scars"
Sub TextSub Text20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The crucible of my existence. Bereaved by raw persistence.
Caught upon the canines of the Hell Hounds of the inferno.
However should I drain the vials of forlorn avarice and
misanthropic parsimony resting inside the corroded chalice
of mismanaged innuendo?
A cold-hearted dogma, this vacancy entails.
I BELIEVE I WOULDI BELIEVE I WOULDI BELIEVE I WOULD20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I caught myself the other day, thinking about you,
And now I wonder if you have thought of me too,
Ever? Once or maybe twice? Maybe not at all,
But I’m a dreamer, one who would take the fall,
If ever given such a chance to nestle in your heart,
You spark a song I once heard and I love this part,
The lyrics say, “Sure ‘tis like a morn in spring,”
Lucky are all who have seen your eyes a smiling,
Honestly, I find you of an unmistakable glory,
And if ever I had one, you could be my love story,
We don’t need to speak of the past and its scars,
Carpe diem! Memento mori! Reach for the stars!
I put too much into my thoughts, in all likelihood,
But if you gave me a chance to take, I believe I would…
Our FitI don't fit with the restOur Fit20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And the rest don't fit with me
Life holds me in this test
So our similarities we can see
If we differ so
When does it end?
To see we must show
Until then our fit will pend
Despite our misfits
And all our difference
Still we unite
The answer sits
On our consistence
For which we fight
My Name is HawkeMy Name is Hawke20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ever the loyal - ancestrally royal - a fallen native, chiefdom instated - a fallen horse, on the wings of remorse. Hawke by name; a warrior's game. Arrows in flight, a warrior's plight. Ne'er the fallen, a tribe fit for brawlin'. The Delaware clan, over such a long span, a princess she dwelled, as a pioneer held, great-granddad he quelled -- the natives subdued. A romance so lewd -- as these savages feud, settlers collude a most scandalous affair. Nonetheless to this Earth we are tied, and with native blood, to this tune do I bide. A fighter I'm tried, a lover implied, no other to guide, got no one to confide..
The friendship we sharewe’re three lost soulsThe friendship we share20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just tryin’ find our way
we met by chance
guess fate liked us that day.
we may not be the greatest,
maybe we will not get there,
but this friendship we have,
it won’t fade into thin air.
though the night may be cold
we may be far apart,
you two are the best friends
i’ll always have in my heart.
Another Sonnet The stars are falling black tonight, my love,Another Sonnet 21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Along with them, everything we hold dear.
So, misty eyed, we'll count the stars above
As ever closer they are drawn to here.
So, love, do you believe in destiny?
In counting time, in counting every day?
So, do you, love, believe in what you see?
We'll vanish soon, our hearts will drift away.
If atoms wander through all space and time,
Maybe there is a place where I'll find you,
Some universal meeting point sublime.
We're trapped inside this hell of midnight blue.
But love, I'd search all of this time and space
Just for another chance to see your face.
Live to VentDon’t you hateLive to Vent21 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When life is offered
On a silver plate
To those too many
In this weird world
Who could not deserve it less?
They think they are the best
Because life comes so easily
And they are allowed to live
As freely as one could attempt to be
Amidst the chaos and confusion
Suffered by all the rest;
With a flick of the hair
And flash of a smile,
They view refusal
As life’s only trial;
Sickening thought, is it not?
They would sell their souls
For a night of carefree fun
Then turn around and declare
You to be the devil’s spawn;
This irony goes unnoticed
By all except the ones they hurt,
The ones who constantly question
Their importance and self-worth
After being ignored by those
Lavished with attention yet always
Demanding and expecting more;
They are the kings and queens,
And all the rest are the limited pawns.
They will lie and whine and spit
In envious, enraged fits
When one who is smarter, fairer, or the like
Enters into the picture with the greatest grace
Elegant MiseryDevoid of serendipity I contemplate things long forgotElegant Misery22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
as anguish and foul malcontent force laughter at what love has wrought
affection was personified in each elected choice of path
and yet no bard or choir sings when reading of my epitaph
foolishly infatuation carried over into pain
yet depression laced with apathy for my sake seems must be maintained
audacity I must avoid or face arduous ruination
yet maintaining this stagnation shows dire need for contemplation
I desire one alone or does my memory distort
the magnificent divinity of one repulsed by every court
continuation of this path surely leads to calamity
though masochist philosophies seems to hint at insanity
a life of abnormalities is what I sorely wish to seek
and yet mundane environments have numbed anything once unique
abandonment I must define for it is how I best am used
these perennial roses vanish leaving me shattered and bruised
the last vestige of hope, with you, precariously tries to remain
yet you too, now, have d
...Настенька ночью по крышам шагает,...1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Песни поет да сны собирает.
В карманах цветы, в волосах темнота,
На кофточке брошка с рисунком кота.
Шагает и ищет зарю по углам:
Нет ее ту
A Pedant's PietyA Pedant's Piety1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Shades of grey the rainbows cast-away,
Star-lit skies and syntactic alibis..
Ascend the foot of the human ballad;
Fixed on the wing of axioms valid..
Every hum, hiccup and hollowed hospice,
Every fluttered dactyl or doting auspice,
Acquaint me of the coming dawn,
Maxims-mused in star-lit brawn.
Electric buzz, senses set. Easy come 'neath tides beset. Transience-sift-soft-elegy; a deep and dapper balladry. A palette faded out of time: the rudiments, concentric line. Affixed to what is to be rhyme, breathe a soft and subtle sign, worlds depart incisive groan, mix and moan climactic stone. Harrowing, her captive tone: a breath of Delphi to be sown. Setting sun, a tide unsung. The damage done, I bite my tongue. Beneath the moon all fade alone. Metered mantras emblazon. A stride beset; a broken bone. Hurrah! I say, a pebble thrown. True to form, a silver throne. Elipses scribed in Shakespeare's tome.
Standing still, a mirrored mile,
A house of cards, 'neath oblong guile,
Fields Of PoppiesFields Of Poppies1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When a field of poppies
flows red with blood
it can only mean
the world is close to the end
When fields of poppies
fail to bloom
the loss of world
When poppies grow
were you lay
they bring colour
to a solemn grave
When poppies in a field
dance with the wind
they dance for freedom
they'll dance till the end
Poppies of red
poppies of white
colours of England
for peace we fight?
NietykalneWięzione w drewnianej szkatule,Nietykalne1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Na swoją kolej czekają.
Chłód otula je czule,
Samotnie w ciemnościach mieszkają.
Ubywa ich z każdą nocą,
I z każdym wschodem słońca.
Choć zadziwiają swą mocą,
To złudny jest w grze tej brak końca.
Aż dnia pewnego odpłyną,
Nie będzie do czego wracać,
Gdyż sny są ulotną chwilą;
Nie można ich w palcać obracać.