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Death Of LegendIgnite hell's biting bullets that scorch and sting,Death Of Legend8 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Against heaven's armies that stand and sing.
When the might of garish gods befalls us all,
Where nations crumble and meek mortals fall,
Then celestial suicide will be our fate's call.
Skies will turn to smoke and seas will burn to steam,
Demons will howl. Angels will die. Men will dream.
To believe in an eternal peace beyond war's breath,
No more to suffer through eyes that despair death,
Never to crumble hearts into pits of blackened dust.
Blind hell's hope that bring waves of ruin and rust,
Against heaven's anguish that bring terror and trust.
When the sight of humble humanity
Gifts from the Palm of my Hand1 haikuGifts from the Palm of my Hand4 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
winter moon wanes-
reluctantly
holiday lights come down
2 haiku
candlelight
sets the emerald wicks
of my medication aglow
3 haiku
winter morning stillness-
a crow calls
between echos among the pines
4 haiku
sun setting from below,
rain-gorged clouds ablaze-
this short day of winter
5 haiku
early morning-
half dressed by a window
gazing at frost on the cars
6 haiku
reading me his haiku-
steam from our morning tea
fogging his glasses
7 tanka
lying together,
he admires
how small the scar
where
a kidney once was
8 tanka
showing off my new lingerie
I pause,
he smiles and says
"there's nothing wrong
Romance in MetaphorAs we sat in silence, child small,Romance in Metaphor6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
we made shadow puppets on the wall;
and with our right hands, fingers arched,
good lord! We made a heart.
But as soon as our fingers touched,
as though preconceived, all at once,
our hands gave a jerking start;
and we each tore it half apart.
So many times it's come undone
and I've fought for love and hardly won,
but it's never, ever been much fun,
at least not half as much as breaking fingers
on a wall,
sitting in a silent hallway,
waving candles,
child small.
*Catchphrase*'All that glitters is not gold'*Catchphrase*6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When I was young this was told
Have found it to be very true
So pass that thought on to you.
'Absence makes heart grow fonder'
'Straight as an arrow' I fly
Letters all tied with ribbon red
Treasured words so often read.
'Always look on the bright side'
life will surely cast net wide
Luminous thought uplifting light
Gloom and doom serious blight.
'love conquers all' so very true
Should its pain have wounded you
Balm of forgiveness, feelings appleased
Love heals hurt, wishing godspeed.
2012 Delice1941
4th December2012
LIESBrilliant LIESLIES6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fall from my lips.
Dazzling words of misdirection,
All on display to HIDE
The fact that there are pieces
MISSING.
That there is a darkness within
That DEVOURS.
Of course I can Love.
Of course I can be yours.
Most certainly I will never hurt you.
LIES!
She is screaming,
Locked away behind the mask,
Behind the Steel and Ice
And Blades and Blood.
Don't listen to her cries,
Look at the beautifully sculpted
WORDS
I have on display.
Aren't they much more
PLEASANT?
Aren't they what you
WANT
To hear?
I bow,
And gift you with
What you DESIRE.
LIES.
Elegy for a DreamHow do dreams die?Elegy for a Dream6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do they simply fade away,
Like fog after a rainy day?
Do they go out with a bang,
Like a shot heard around the world?
Do they go out with a whimper,
Like a wounded animal dying in a hidden hole?
How do dreams die?
Do they change until they are unrecognizable,
Like the evolution of life?
Do they corrupt and corrode,
Like death and decay?
Do dreams kill other dreams,
Like people kill other people?
How do dreams die?
Can they die with a person,
Never shared or known?
Can a dream become reality,
Before it dies?
Can reality be a dream,
Before it dies?
How
do
dreams
Black Bird of Winter NightSnow-covered are the fir-trees,Black Bird of Winter Night5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breaking under the weight.
Fogs are spinning and spreading
Along paths and ravines.
Snowflakes fall softly like in a dream -
I wander silent through the limitless space.
And far away, world and time sink with me
Into the great white solitude.
In the evening, smooth dark wings
Spread gently blessing
Over all hills and forests
The comforting night.
Black bird of night,
My glance strikes you.
Far, immense far,
You are flying and you never come back.
Time stands still when I see you.
Gently the clouds pass by.
When day goes to rest
Then I want to flee with you.
Away, lost in the night,
Accompan
Love's Torture When DeadThe hand grasps my soul,Love's Torture When Dead5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling rips at my side and stomach till I can no longer breath.
It's cold hand pricks my heart,
Making my gasps of pain more real.
I scream in frustration as it whispers in my ear,
"Love is beautiful" some will say.
I think it is a one way ticket to hell.
Especially when you are still unsure about what love is.
Loves cold body wraps around me,
Choking my breath.
I bite my tongue so hard that it bleeds,
I will not be saying anything now.
Love when dead is just a thing that makes us cry,
And die on the inside.
28 By 12.5The wind is getting colder.28 By 12.55 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A convoluted mind
Filled with blissful
Reminders of
Being lost in a euphoric past
Now,
Plagued with the slick dark scars.
Once happy
A permanent aide memoire, currently
Hurt and told,
Being alone exists.
The leaves are falling.
Because the dancers in the street,
Can come inside
And woo
And challenge
And steal.
Instigated new life.
Tonight, the lost people who
Are the ejected, solitary lovers.
Who have not connected the red thread
With their soul mates
Cry out to feel.
Hot, burning milieu.
The skies stay brighter longer
And so do the bleeding hearts that
Are broken, forlorn and lost.
The cycle doesn&rsq
London as MythThe serpent is Janus-faced a thousand fold,London as Myth5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With a Medusa’s head of many mouths
And a body coiled, spliced and cold
That combs the metal undergrowth;
A metropolis from stone and steel,
That reaches ‘round the monoliths
Made out of sweat and blood of will,
Tapering sword-edges breaking rifts
Among the reefs of called-up spirits,
With the ferocity to throw down hail,
Or to rise up the phoenix who whips
A gentle heat from wings and tail.
Because I Could NotBecause I Could NotBecause I Could Not5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I could not say,
such trite retorts.
To the summer tides
Which were your eyes.
Because Madame Sosostris
Played your tarot, The
'emotionally hanged
Pyramus' (who actually
believes such tripe?)
Because Orans's prison
Set you loose, & I accepted
The tender disguise. That was the
summer tides, which were your eyes.
You said smugly (back then, 'cutely'),
"Oed' und leer das Meer"
(I thought I could delude the situation;
"you love Eliot as well?")
Facing the cruelest month, who is
Always breeding and leaving
mixed memories of lilacs, of dreary
Rain, and gray attempts to
Bring an end to such cere
With the Princess in her Glass CastleIn a snowballWith the Princess in her Glass Castle5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
out of time;
wandering the roads
of her shawl
and her hair,
paved with
wild cocoa and thyme,
I am searching
for a rescue,
not hers,
but mine.
Like the snowflake
looking for home
after its silent ball
in her stare.
The Value of Old PeopleThe Value of Old PeopleThe Value of Old People6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What beauty is there, you ask, in gnarled hands,
Wrinkles and loss of youthful figure…
I’ll tell you a little story, about a person,
Very dear to me she was,
It’s about a very old lady I visited once a week,
She liked cheese and vegetables,
Oh yes, and pickled beets too!
She worked in a large garden when she was young,
Sold vegetables and fruits at the market,
Weeded and toiled over a five acre patch of strawberries,
Gathered eggs from under irritable chickens,
Clucking cantankerously,
She told me about her nephews and nieces, great grandchildren, and great-great grand children,
She showed me her be
PeacePeace is not a body lying next to you in bedPeace7 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Peace is someone letting you hold them while they sleep
Peace is not being isolated, living in your head
Peace comes from the company you keep
Peace is not screaming your pain into a pillow
Peace is the result of exercised strife
Peace does not sit still in silence either
Peace is the hushed buzzing hum of life
Peace is not having all of your teeth
Peace is accepting what ones you have left
Peace has never been dying to live
Peace is living lovingly until you rest
Yes, death is peace, but there's one peace above
True peace is the calming effect of self-love
A Familiar StrangerIt's happening again.A Familiar Stranger7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The normal, bored sweep-of-the-eye, searching the mundane grocery-store environment for something interesting.
The stop, reverting back to 'something interesting' - me. A stranger with a familiar face.
The automatic raising of the eyebrow, the slight purse and opening of the lips.
The search for something clever to say, but going with the inevitable - "Is that you?"
I've perfected my reaction.
I smile, nod and open my arms, ready to be swept into a suffocating hug, waiting to hear three things before saying anything else -
1. "It's been so long since I've seen you! We must get together sometime!"
2. "You look so different. When did you get glasses? Your hair has grown! You've lost weight!"
3. "I've missed you so much!"
At the third of these sayings, I usually search my memory for something special involving the person in question, something
CreedDo not tremble when you speak his name.Creed6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do not grasp at crumbs like a starving stray.
Do not be fazed by the weepies.
If you allow others in,
Do not allow them to be harmed by your darkness.
Do not forget you are not the only you.
Be stronger than the ones who came before.
Stand on your own.
Stare down adversity and triumph.
Do not fear vanishing.
Do not seek to disappear.
If you cry,
Remember to wash tears away and smile.
Even when you are alone,
Seek the strength to persevere.
Do not give in.
Do not give up.
Accept things with grace and dignity-
Except defeat.
Never accept defeat.
Fight until you win,
Even when it hurts
MoonC'est mon amie la LuneMoon7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dans ses yeux tendres chaque nuit je renais
Plus belle que le jour, plus vraie
Nue et en rêvant
Je peux courir le monde
Et elle m'inspire des mots
Que le soleil assécherait
C'est mon amie la Lune...
European BeautyThe touchEuropean Beauty7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Her silky curves
She is a posh mime
A pretty face
Mind set to blow
Resemblance to any princess
She overlaps all which we should dream of
Her slow movement
Aimed at a target
Caught him before he fled
Pulled him into the dark
Yet she represents the light in our lives
Fascinated I step back
Turning around from hes seducing beauty
The South brought us temperament
The North brought us way beyond
Divine and still on earth
A battle we've lost
And won at the same time
I can't resist
This European beauty caught me
And I never tried to flee.
In Plain Sight, I Hide ThemI don't keep my problems on displayIn Plain Sight, I Hide Them5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are cracks in the ceiling
Hidden where no one looks
For I fear what they would think
The SecretI know the end to every story.The Secret5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Each surprise is kinda boring.
There's not a secret left alive,
Not tantilizing enough to thrive.
This storyline is pointless,
Every hero is too honest,
Every villain is too dark.
Why not make it over?
A secret would be a good place to start.
A lost love, a foreign fight.
A battle with time to keep from losing your mind.
A map with blank corners, etched upon your heart.
Lying out under the stars,talking in code.
The way friends always do, as the secret
Becomes their life, a way to escape
Thus the squares begin to shape.
Each pulse is clicking, full of life
Both souls are new, shiny and bright.
The blessing
The Other Side of WonderlandWatch the way the words flow,The Other Side of Wonderland5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dark colors spilling from my pen.
Molding a new existence,
One very few could live within.
Don't venture in too deeply,
Nothing is as it seems.
Sick twisted creatures thrive here,
This place that haunts my dreams.
Poisoned are the pretty things,
Sweetness, an evil foe.
My muse is dark and nasty,
Only seeds of evil grow.
Wonderland needs a rainbow,
My pen needs colored ink.
I try to capture beauty,
Yet, my words all fade and shrink.
The Living Dead SoulsJyskal was crouching in a corner, afraid of what her Master would do to her. She was a young hellhound of a special red-coloured race. Her mother was slain and her "Master" found the little orphan whelp and nursed her. He forced her tearing flesh to pieces and trained her to be very ferocious, but also to be very attentive to better keep watch. The one who is called her Master was Hades, the Greek god of Underworld, of "hell" and of the death. Jyskal should watch over the dead souls to make them stay in the Underworld so that they could not escape over the river Styx by bribing Sharon, the ferryman. She did not feel very well with this task aThe Living Dead Souls5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Star stuff, they say Am IStar stuff, they say6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
will infused into light,
free to choose my course?
or
Patterns of force,
obeying bound pathways,
bumps on the entropy plane?
or am I
Self story,
world rich within,
seeking pleasure and pain?
or could I be
Simulated image,
flickering show,
a mirage that comes and goes?
what if
I exist to wonder,
believe it to be true,
feedback loop that begins anew?
We are loveOur hearts beat as one when we kissWe are love6 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And I am forever embedded in your dimension.
Your lips that collide passionately yet gently with mine,
Sweeter than any honey in existence,
Makes me as fragile as a new born.
As you pull me into your intoxicating grasp,
A sense of passion overwhelms me.
A passion so strong and unbreakable,
It makes me disillusioned with the most absurd fancies.
You need not speak your love in words.
It is loudly spoken in your sweet and tender caresses.
You bury deep inside me.
Deeper than anyone but you could ever go.
I cannot help but be in awe of your undeniable tenderness and how it moves me so.
Come and let us escape this world together.
Come and show me more of you
For I cannot seem to get enough.
And the more I get of you the more I want you.
Fulfill this passion! Fulfill our love!
Take me away and hide me in your never ending abyss of love.
We will reside there forever.
We were made for one another.
We are one.
We are love.
Sta.sh
