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|5 post rule & POF gatekeepers.|
Posted: 5/2/2012 4:01:48 PM
|At the deepest pit of my despair |
My soul splits into shards
And falls upon the floor
My eyes are swollen and sore
You were something special
Wish I would have seen it then
I was caught up in all that was surrounding me
Sure I was afraid of all we could be
Battles blowing on each side of who I was
Trouble is I could not see then
What now I see, you were a shinning light for me
You were the calm on a turbulent sea
I lost you somewhere in the darkness
Reached out and found that you were no more
Wandering, stumbling, why of why could I not see
I had you all along beside me
My heart cries out
My soul cries out
My words cry out
I am blind at sea
Without you beside me
And you wont hear me
Posted: 5/2/2012 4:06:38 PM
|'you won't hear me'....|
i won't hear me
if it's all me
playing all the parts
of my destiny....
as absurd as that may be
it could be...
Posted: 5/2/2012 4:59:59 PM
|I thank each of you for contributing to the thread. I've been laxed as of lately, but these post give me vision. I thank each of you for this.|
Posted: 5/3/2012 7:19:17 PM
|andover1111, I thank you for making use of this thread, and for leaving me something to muse over.|
Posted: 5/4/2012 1:52:11 PM
Love, as subtle as a panther
Seeping into my spirit, per-
meating my conscious life.
Oh how I have wrestled with
Love, trying to get a handle
Love is a conundrum, even
More than a riddle, cutting
Into my being.
I’m pierced through with love
Looking for the puppeteer
That I may cast my complaint.
And what is my complaint, if
I’m so filled with love—love
Has made a public fool of me.
I was a spectacle for the
Audience to mock and sneer
At. What was my offense?
Oh love, how have I offended
Thee?—for I feel that I have
Been forced to walk the plank.
But on love, I shall not falter
For love is a palace, filled
With rooms therein.
Love is my dynasty, providing
Me comfort, even joy, when
Times become turbulent.
Posted: 5/5/2012 4:41:42 PM
|Love of Art|
To pause and ponder upon
Aesthetics, the richness of
Art, taking on bodily form
Where one muses upon a
Dream, captured in a maze
What daze is this that I dwell
For she has walked out of
A portrait, taking rest in my
Psyche, wherefore, I ache
For art, engulfed magically
Posted: 5/6/2012 12:54:33 PM
|In honor of love|
When love calls, let hearts guide
The passions thereof. Let cupid
Favor twain burning souls, that
Each may bond in the twilight.
If ever was love, let shadows
Speak of the mystery—let time
Heal the wounds to come, if
They must come through love.
Love, sprinkle our beings in the
Essence of the gods—give us
More than we could yen for in
This life—give us the majestic.
Does such a blessing exist?—
Such as only love could bestow!
Posted: 5/6/2012 2:10:02 PM
|Let us become, my love|
Tease, test and terrify me, my love.
Beguile me with seduction. Breathe
Me in and exhale me in the spirit of
Love, that I may adore you dearly.
Balance my indecisions. Bathe in
The quintessence of what could be.
And blush when I speak your name.
Let it be the orchestra of dreams that
Define the boundaries of our hopes.
Let it be the lantern of angels that
Guide us during midnight hours, that
We may love and admire one another
Alert to our presence, arrested by
Sheer passion, athirst for approval.
Posted: 5/8/2012 3:43:19 PM
Gesticulate for me, my love. Let me
Pause, as I admire strength—the
Power of years of training. And in
How many ways do you intrigue me
My incandescent jewel—you are
The light of my summer, the snow
Cone of my winter.
My breath taken inspiration, how
Eager I am blessed in your presence
To hear the articulation of more
Than words—to feel the reverberation
Of essence—to know that amore is
How many have you reached?—
Pulling, even tapping upon the core
Of personalities, reconstructing the
Foundation thereof. And I realize
I am tampering with dreams, even
A golden fairytale—but still, my
Stimulation, I admire you.
Posted: 5/9/2012 2:34:23 PM
|A Crush |
Love is a cygnet enflaming my heart
Digging deep into the beat of my soul
Provoking me to search into the spark
Where I hope to love beyond my control.
My love is the rich presence of a queen
Captivating the masses with mere glance.
My love is in need of a royal king
To take her to the ball for one last dance.
I muse upon my love throughout the year
Realizing that our fairytale is void
Of passionate love and thus full of tears
Where my love-heart has yet to be toyed.
Read the lines of amore, my burning love
For I ache and pine for my divine dove.
Posted: 5/9/2012 6:57:06 PM
|There is a ghost who has been haunting my dreams|
In the darkness of night when my eyes cannot see
When the bright sun glares in my eyes
When the clouds hover above the range of trees…
Sweetness can be found in his whispering sighs
A tartness I can taste when I hear his lies
This ghost of a man resides deep in my heart
Though, in distance, we are more than a few miles apart
Our histories and dreams are not the same
Our hopes and wishes, well – that remains to be seen
We have no roots which to grow upon
And our pasts are just that, dead and gone
Yet this ghost, he lingers, his soul touching mine
Never touching, never kissing, never entwined
This ghost who haunts me causes a deep ache
He brings darkest desires, which he cannot sate
This ghost has no time to clasp, clutch or hold
To cup, to linger and (sad as it is) his eyes I will never behold
Still, this ghost he whispers in my ear
He knows my thoughts, my dreams, and my fears
He hides his own, which at times makes me weep
And then this ghost promises to kiss those tears that leak
Does this ghost know how he tears at my soul
How he leaves me weak and this weakness takes its toll
Does this ghost know the aching he invokes
And does this ghost know how much love he could partake
Does this ghost ever worry that what tomorrow may bring
Does he dream of fires and dancing and laughing
Will he ever be real, this ghost of mine
Or will I always be destined to dance in the fire... alone
Posted: 5/10/2012 2:00:32 PM
|MissNoWhere, this is an enjoyable read. I thank you for posting it here.|
Posted: 5/10/2012 3:45:02 PM
For her love, my quest is epic
Who could foreshadow my heroic
Journey, where I hiked through
The highest mountains alone
She’s a poem I can’t compose, a
Mystery I can’t unriddle
How do I fathom my inscrutable
Maze, without her first unlocking
My gorgeous Calypso, I am your
Prisoner of love, vying to be
Noticed, traveling through the
Storms, lost at sea
I’m unlucky when it comes to
Love, falling hard for one aloof
And distant, moving fast with the
Wind, uncatchable, my love
Hear me pounding upon the
Doors of the heart, petitioning
For the love of my angel, waiting
Patiently for entrance
Posted: 5/12/2012 2:20:08 PM
|The life of lies|
We were chameleons
Riding the same undulation
Asearch for love’s afflatus
In hope of a lovelock.
Was it paradise for us?—
Loving despite the absence
Are we still undone, praying
To the stars!
Somewhere in my confusion
I pine for you, and what we
But I pine for a poison tree
For you have become poison
Even unto yourself.
And still, meet with me by
The creek, where two
Heartbeats become one, if
Only in the moment—let us
Lie to one another, for the
Crucible of existence requires
That we lie from time to time.
Give me a lie to live for, before
A whirlwind takes me under.
Posted: 5/12/2012 10:17:04 PM
She’s a poem I can’t compose, a
Mystery I can’t unriddle
How do I fathom my inscrutable
Maze, without her first unlocking
and if one day you do compose the poem and solve the mystery... what then?
ps: always enjoy the reads Joshua... thanks!
Posted: 5/13/2012 4:42:35 PM
|Gitane, it is always a pleasure. And if I were to decode her, the mystery would remain. Life is funny this way.|
A shoebox of mementoes
Caused tears to fall gently
Upon the spirit.
I remember a dream made
Flesh—the transparency of
Amore, where love was sewn
We were most smitten, enlove
Without remorse, tugging
Upon the strings of cupid’s
Channel me, my love, for our
Souls are groaning, aching for
The heartbeat of moments past.
Our love was virgin and our
Passions were innocence. We
Ruled the heavens. Seraphims
Honored our mystery.
As if slain in the spirit, captured
By naivety, I yearn for what I
Do not deserve—a past, bright
Wit blue skies.
I violated the covenant of
Heaven. I forsook the essence
Of a dream. I went astray,
Searching streams yonder.
For this, I deserve to pine in
Vain. I deserve to shed tears in
The dark. I deserve to wail in
Posted: 5/14/2012 2:34:31 PM
|SalR123, I thank you for visiting, and I thank you for your feedback.|
She’s a riddle wrapped in majesty
Placed high upon man’s pedestal
Where we long for the ambrosia
Of the gods, lost in prayer
Thus, she’s the nature of prayer
Beads, rich in holiness, of the
Dynasty of goddesses, rare art,
My love, blowing in the breeze
Posted: 5/14/2012 3:22:19 PM
|To speak of love|
Let us drift unto Xanadu
Buried in bundles of poetry
Let us listen for the melodious
Orchestra of eternity and the
Heartbeat of enchantment
Let us put behind us the
Masquerade, my love—
Remove the mask
She’s the aura of sensuality
An aphrodisiac made flesh
How do I render her worth?
I admire from afar, careful
Not to agitate destiny—nor
Our mystic stream
But I envision the magic of
Amore, where I court with
Caution, while she withdraws
Would I then pursue my muse?—
Blinded by love, beauty and
Romance, where the heart skips
A beat in the presence of
I do not know concerning such
Love, for I am unaware of the
Depth of such love—does it
Flourish in a world of dreams?
Posted: 5/19/2012 3:50:38 PM
Alone! I can see her in my visual.
She’s moving in stillness. I want
To reach out, for keenness is about
Her countenance, even a hint of
But what is my ultimate motive—
To touch more than I have become.
She carries secrets. She has earned
Them. Will she share her secrets?
Will she awaken for a stranger?
It appears fruitless to utter, I love
You. A woman of her caliber
Desires more, for the pain has
Reached into her soul, and she
Has a fortress to protect. Her
Fortress is her strength.
Where have I been? I, too, protect
My homefront. But at whose
Tell me I am more than a dreamer
Floating on waves, concerned with
An unmovable entity.
What does tomorrow behold? Am I
There, present in your thirdeye?
The cycle has become a part of my
Life, awakening me before the sun
Rises, alerting me to a broken spirit.
Shall we remain connected—never
To embark upon a new horizon?
I, here, pause in the darkness.
Posted: 5/19/2012 3:52:43 PM
Love is the sound of silence.
I picture her in my thirdeye.
She embodies the blues, for
Her soul is fraught wit pain.
Come with me into the cellar.
Let us drink the agony away,
Drifting into Sufi-music,
Afraid of the rising intimacy.
Is the impulse of love upon
Us? Shall we live out our
Fairytale?—for I am eager to
Love you, my dearest amore.
Let us muse upon antiques,
Falling into a trance, where
We touch for the first time,
Pining to make love.
Is not our mystery clandestine?
Where we have bonded deep
Within the sanctum of our
Souls, lost to the source.
My elegant sanctuary, leave
Me not to confusion, but rectify
A dream, for more than fancy is
Upon us, tugging at our spirits.
Who was the architect of our
Connection? Were we not
Willing participants?—aloft a
Daydream, peering into eternity.
Let us put aside our fears. The
Oracle has spoken.
Posted: 5/19/2012 3:55:06 PM
|^ ...."tell me i am more than a dreamer"....|
is there anything more than a dreamer
for without the vision
one can't go into action
one can't create the manifestation
without the dream...
when very young
i dreamt many men
on horses were chasing
me and my family...
i watched them
take my mother from me
and torture my father...
when i woke up
when i grew
i would protect them
so that would never
Posted: 5/19/2012 6:00:59 PM
It is not in daylight, sunny skies so clear
Pasted smiles, squelched memories dear
Apple blossoms, springtime suburban delight
Little One read to, nursery rhyme smile bright
Cherished ‘Kitty’, daughter aged of not yet one
Discovering little wheels, freely having fun
Working in the cellar, focused there at task
Cursed cacophony, in moonlight now bask
When shrouds silent, envelop sleep in bed
Night Mare revisits, galloping in head
Awakened always, urgent, tasted mouth chalk
Polished boots shone glimmer, stones upon walk
Stabled restless, ‘Ebony’, night coloured mare
Soft velvet is Her muzzle, stroked gentle care
Saddle gentle placed, then gentle cinched
Mounted the Night Mare, rider subtle winced
Moonlight plays upon her mane, flowing gathered speed
Relentless timeless journey, insatiable each in other feed
Galloping headlong, cross brooks on fleeted wing
‘Ebony’, Night Mare, fleet footed, desire bring
One becomes Mare an’ rider, destined called in haste
Perspiration anxious, not a moment to waste
Foliage passes by, speeded moonlit wake
Basked in the moonlight, hope never forsake
Her hooves pounding, gentle rhythm thud
Thoughts overwhelm, that of life blood
Racing now, hearts pumping, earnest focus quest
Her silken mane flowing, speed attained One best
Towered in the distance, seen in cellar moor
Lighted is the doorway, an’ a concrete floor
With haste ‘Ebony’ spurned onward!
Galloping hooves steeled forward!
Cacophony of stairways, cold, held stone
‘Kitty’ embraced, silent, quiet, alone
No tears fell, from that sweet child grace
Night Mares ridden, in nocturnal face
‘Ebony’ is night mare, visits subtle nights
Relentless, pounding hoofbeats, sanity fights
Dreams heroic reached in, chased in folklore
Cursed the rider, didn’t shut the fvcking cellar door.
Posted: 5/21/2012 12:58:11 PM
|WeAre1: You have revealed a deep mystery. Hopefully, it doesn’t still weigh you down. As for being a dreamer, that’s what we are. You hit the nail on the head. I thank you for the new perspective. |
teeantee: A lot of effort went into this. I wish I could lay eyes on Ebony—a fine mare indeed. Albeit, the surface speaks of a mare, the poem appears to have a twofold meaning. Nonetheless, it’s a great capture.
Silverdr: Welcome to the thread. Your poem is capturing. It definitely fits here.
I thank you for posting it here.
Posted: 5/23/2012 12:11:03 PM
|A Broken Dream|
Drifting through a river of
Dreams, reminiscing on a
Love made precious, but
Absent from the arms of
Would be lovers—what
Became of such precious
As if through the eyes of
Innocence, all became
Florescent, a puzzle that
Fell into place—in the
Hearts of dreamers, but
Reality is a cruel prankster
Revealing what never was.
If only their first encounter
Was ignescent—love upon
Love—sight upon sight.
Destiny would have been
Shook—such a spark
Would have awakened fate
But the sanctuary of the
Soul was closed, offlimits
From prying souls. What
Would have been the ante?
Would all hell had broken
Loose? If only a dream
Was more than a dream—
More the symbol of
Eternity. They would then
Be one, reminiscing on
Love made precious
Opposed to guarding their
Hearts from phantoms.
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