Gentle repose on death's bier
Crimson rose in waxen hand
Silent beauty lies
Gone to eternal rest
Nosferatu cried tears of blood
True love beyond reach.
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Frog spawn in the pond
Covered by water lilies
Peaceful and serene
Croak of frogs disturbes the peace
Delightful small creatures' jump!
Am I a Prince?
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THE WAXING MOONA waxing moon does shine its light
Upon a meadow green
Tonight it be a witching night
The likes that none have seen.
O yes that waxing moon does shine
Upon the grass and trees
The mist, it has the taste of brine
What mysteries we've yet to see.
There is magic in the waxing moon
Unicorns they come to feed
Shouting laughter from the Loon
Here be no ill will, nor greed.
The waxing moon illuminates
As their be fairy folk upon the knoll
With a festive atmosphere creates
A warming heart to any soul.
A waxing moon does shine its light
Upon that meadow green
The day now takes away the night
And steals away those things unseen…
Of my brushstroke thoughts
Across the canvas of my mind:
InfinityWe've grown together,
Like Carolina jasmine
Around a guidepost.
If Wishing WorkedIf wishing worked we'd be at sea,
Sailing away, just you and me,
We would sail to exotic lands,
Lay upon the golden sands.
If wishing worked we'd have tea,
As well as moments of ecstasy,
We'd laugh so hard our sides would ache,
Followed by deep prayers of thanks.
If wishing worked I would stay,
At your side both night and day,
I would stay deep in your heart,
Even when we're far apart.
If wishing worked we would be,
More than just a fantasy,
My dream of us that has long lurked,
Would come true if wishing worked.
InconsiderationDecisions made or not made; placed upon a shelf,
No desire to consider anyone but yourself.
While others in a chamber of torture and despair,
Wait through your inaction, you do not seem to care.
Waiting gives time to ponder what this might mean,
Are you so self-centred that my struggle goes unseen?
Soon you may discover sincerest reciprocation,
Of your indifference and callous inconsideration.
My FlowerI am one
in the void
meant to fall
upon a field
and when we land
they will compose me
as a live sculpture
the union of nothing
I will search
for my Flower
with silver petals
its black stalk
and my arms
for one of them
to keep it close
to my heart
alas, I fade
and my time
collapses into sand
but no trace
shivers my soul
for I shall return
ever to lay eyes
upon the shine
of its silver
and to take
one more petal
The FireArcane and abstruse
the structure of disorder
emerging into Words
yet sealing all lips
the everlasting Fire
enriches all Being
with change and unity
at last, we emerge
emanations of light
upon an ocean of mist
yet so very precious
to begin and to end
all a great illusion.
Mother HeartThis complicated tangle
are the strings of
my mother heart.
How do I unravel
and the fear
from the love,
sweet and pure
that I long
let tears fall.
Salt let go
A single drop
apprehension and inadequacyi almost cut my hair, saturday.
but for some reason,
i just didn't.
i almost told my dad
that artistic freedom
isn't the only thing
he left (with me).
but for some reason,
i decided against it.
i almost messaged you tonight,
but it's been a long time since i have.
so, i decided i shouldn't.
(may as well make it longer.)
i almost named you
in this poem,
but i think maybe
that would be a bad idea.
obscurity retrieved alchemizing dawn
in the rippling creases
of crashing moons
where harp cords
but never make a sound--
knifing through oxygen
rivet punctures dipping
into the grail of sanguine snagging
ancestry as futures hitch
on a cliff left
by dishonored limbs
torn long ago--
mortality is gravity
Patchwork WingsI am patchworking
your gossamer wings
back to blood and glass,
while you scrape palms
to lungs that choke
against a splinter cage.
The world keeps breathing
without you, and you
shut your eyes tightly
because it makes you dizzy.
Dizzy is how your legs
trip down the asphalt;
dizzy is how your eyes
drown to sleep; dizzy
is how your chest
through your limbs. I am
patchworking your gossamer wings
back to blood and glass,
but silk always tears.
HappinessI am seeding wildflowers
into your crevices,
weaving etching to dust,
fiction to fact.
You tread vines,
refuse to strangle your fears
in fern thickets. I am never certain
if you will crawl off the edge
today, or if you will simply
taunt the fields below with
razor-tipped tears. And so I
tangle your smiles into
yellow garlands, capturing
happiness to torture you
in a ring around your temples.
The scent of love was in the air that moonlit summer night.
We danced the dance of love until we saw the morning light.
We promised that we'd save our love until the wedding day.
How many times we fought temptation off it's hard to say.
The day was blessed, the guests all came, the music was sublime.
We said our vows before our God with words that fairly rhymed.
But when we danced our first before the eyes of one and all,
we realized then and there that it was time to heed the call.
We said goodbye to all our guests and headed for the door.
The band played on as most remained and tangoed on the floor.
The moment that we hit the car the game became engaged.
We barely made it to our room, our hormones on a rage.
To say the wait was worth it is an understatement, friend.
It seemed to us this blissful night would never, ever end.
The fiery storm of ecstasy kept thund'ring 'til the dawn.
To see the pleasure in her eyes confirmed her heart I'd won.
They say that love's just chemicals, perhap
Remember meReality blurs when black holes collapse
Embryonic cells are destined for tears
Meteoric skies aflame with desire
Ethereal landscapes morph with surreal
Man made of dust keeps blowing in the wind
Birth of a new world as old fades away
Elation and pain as earth keeps spinning
Reaching for the stars yet failing to learn
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gaze
Coaxing sense, in sensuous haze
Undressing night, its shadow plays
Along shoreline curves, provoking waves
.eyes of ocean, deep
shifting tides of storm mystique
upon sands that speak-
of molded dreams; distant reach
now falls upon what it seeks
ONCE I HAD A DREAM...Once I had a Dream...but she was hollowed
out by the mad delirium she met in me,
without a vent from these veil of shadows
my soul bequeathed my discarded Dream to
the dust that quietly gathers between the
bones of Eternity, but I found a spade
half-hidden among the wilted petals on my
pillow and as I dug in my half-awake state,
I made a place of hallowed remembrance
for my ailing Dream to rest awhile,
I felt she deserved to live in some stray
form or other, so I watered her with the
bedtime maroon of my tears and fed her
the marrow of a melody, sweetly sung
by a nightingale before a daytime nightmare
clipped her wings, I nurtured and cherished her
in the sweetest dessert of Darkness,
for she was a part of me that was too
precious to endure the lies of adulthood,
only in the liberated recall of my inner self
she lives, an iridescent whirlpool of our
own design, she keeps me never lonely
...but always and ever loved.
August 18, 2014
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All rights reserved
A CURRENT OF ETERNITYOh how I yearn to clasp the Crescent Moon
by my fingertips, sleep against her cradling
curve as I dream of stretching myself from
Star to Star, catching their twinkles in the
myriad depths of my eyes to highlight the
landscape of my Dreams, while others only
see echoes of emptiness when they sleep and
dream-I know in my Dreams I am closest to
the Spiritworld-for we are one breath of
Timelessness, one silver current of Eternity
where there is no end and no beginning-
just the essence that turns molecule iotas
into golden ideas, and my dust that I've gathered
in a jar with the seedlings of my Dreams...
I will wait until a strong Wind blows past
the brightest Star before I remove the lid
and empty the jar into space-then will the Wind
pick up speed and turn these fluttering moments
into eons, oh how glorious it will be to give
their freedom, to watch them endure Eternity,
and as they smoothe the scars from my soul
and turn my tears into a kissable breeze...
I know that I am a current in E
GifleBriser un rêve
délivrer trois coeurs
- mélodie d'hiver
les dessous de la brumequand toute chose
devient toute noire
et que par dessous tout saigne le temps ;
quand jamais plus l'encre des plumes
ne peut abreuver
les amants de papier -
l'aile sur le vent
reprend son envol.
voilà, ma mie, nos pleurs d'hiver
l'attente des brumes
tel un pied de nez à la destinée.
et par dessous le vent
cascadent les départs.
- Sophie, 26 janvier 2015
Furious sand storm
Cyclonic space adventure
Dry distant planet awaits
Sirocco finds its way home.
Dans l'oeil du dragonDans l'œil du dragon
J'ai vu mon reflet
J'y ai planté le fer
Et puis ce fut l'enfer.
DEAR PERSEPHONEDear Persephone, goddess with eyes veiledNocturneJewel
from the daylight world so you may see
a host of shadows, a host of ferried
shades who call your Twilight land home,
if by some chance you see through the
opulent layers of Darkness a sudden gleam
of a peach-cream ghost quietly slip by,
a little gecko ghost with a warm peach aura
that reminds you of fragrant sunlit days,
the comfort and care you once knew
in Demeter's garden in the world above,
of poetry astir in youthful hearts,
a cashmere caress of love newly spun...
dear Persephone, goddess of the beloved dead,
please give my Peaches a kiss on the nose
now that I cannot, stroke her satiny skin
that is softer than the softest petal,
whisper to her words of endearment,
tell her my love is infinite...
bless this innocent soul who knows
Life is a series of moments made of
gentle cares and loving hearts.
November 21, 2014
© Jewel MoonSilver Knight - All Rights Reserved.
SanctuaryI found a tree with a knotty hollowaldwarke
Inside the dark there rested a robin
Standing still with staring eyes wide open
Her plumage lacking lustre
Like a needle felt bird in a craft show
At twenty dollars, delicately made
Waiting in the moss, waiting for a lull
In the icy wind, waiting for the chance
To forage for food for her very life's sake
I put out a careful finger caressed
The down on her red breast and dun hued head
She fell back, tiny claws, legs stretched up, stiff
Like telegraph poles without wires.
One more to add to millions of lonely deaths.
TimeIn our perceptioncerealnovels
time never treads
on steady feet.
It runs, it flies,
it trips, it drags.
On rare days
Or so it seems...
and for a moment
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"The divorce just about killed me. Eleven years of what I believed to be wedded bliss and then she takes off with some schlep she met at the godforsaken post office of all places. Somehow she still managed to get everything - the house, the Benz, even the dog. So I quit my job and moved out here to live in the Smokies. Just me and my tent and the squirrels. Sir, what I'm about to tell you now is gonna blow your mind.
Every October I start preparing for winter. I visit the nearby town and scrounge for blankets, clothes and whatever else I need to keep warm. Cut some extra wood, bury jars of berries I picked over the summer and so on. I can still remember that fateful day as clearly as if it was yesterday. October 21st, 1999. At exactly 2:03 pm (yes, I managed to salvage my watch from the divorce) as I was chopping my last bit of wood, I heard
The DanceThere's someone that you care for...MaryBalderrama
It isn't me...as you've clearly shown.
I can see, hear, touch and taste it...
I feel it down to my bone.
I know we're not alone.
I see the one you really want...
I'm the consolation prize.
Deny it any way you please...
But, I don't have blind eyes.
I know you tell me lies.
Go ahead and have your fun.
You flaunt it in my face.
How can you still deny it...
When I see it in every place?
It's something I can't erase.
I'm the one that you'll replace,
Now that you have the chance...
To act upon your real feelings,
And have your true romance...
While I'm forced to watch the dance.
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama
DesolateI used to be so sure.MaryBalderrama
But, now doubts begin to haunt...
As dark shadows in my mind,
Blocking out any remaining hope...
I was once able to find.
I'm afraid there is no cure.
Life is weighing down on me...
So very heavily,
That I can no longer see,
© Mary Elizabeth Balderrama