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*Foul Weather*Ocean kicking up a storm
Tempest lingers on
Spume rises all around
Waves roaring angry song.

Eyes captivated by fuming sea
Ocean tossed, thunderous day
Feel so cold my clothes not warm
Still I want to stay.

Behind me sloping hills
Covered in groaning trees
Limbs break, crack, fall
Nature's might, feeling small.

No let-up storm persists
Between land and sea I stand
Oilskin needed, gale-force day
Frozen watch from land.

2012 Delice1941
10th December2012

*Taking Flight*Snow is falling in my dream
Douvet of white goose down
Thoughts take flight, feathers light
Stars in sky I touch this night.

Breathtaking beauty galaxies far
Dark illuminated by friendly star
All familiar was here before
Celestial traveller, dreaming rapport.

Soft snow falling in my dream
Nebulae strange, not what it seems
Winter sunshine makes presence felt
Falling snow with dream did melt.

2012 Delice1941
6th December2012

*Tapestry*Hallucination one dark night
Sight of fantasy and delight
High king of Ireland's court did 'tend
Celtic twilight this vision did lend.

Mists of time enclosed my form
Free to wander until the dawn
Looked and saw vision of Celtic gold
On grey hair, on one so old.

Wimples white on ladies heads
Delicate hands long since dead
Rustic oak and dogs that bark
Forest primeval very dark.

Horses grazing, running free
Palfrey for lady did I see?
Mysterious vison impression made
Tapastry woven finest brocade.

2012 Delice1941
6th November2012

*Rock of Cashel* 'The Rock of Cashel' endured strife
Proud, ancient monastic retreat
Dedicated monks sought answers to life
High on hill near heaven's heartbeat.

Curious come and wander Cashel
Powerful magnet it does attract
Graves lay scattered in Celtic ground
Quietly listen, night silence has sound.

Rustling robes, rosary beads
Ghostly footsteps to chapel speed
Swept along in Celtic mist
Gregorian chant perfect bliss.

Their learning inspired, never forgot
Bones lay in graves, past earthly rot
Should doubt arise in enquiring mind
'The Rock of Cashel' stood test of time.

*December Shadow*December sunlight slants low
Shadow follows where I go
Just ahead it walks like me
Silent companion like to see.

Turning we merge, becoming one
For short while it has gone
Mystery apparation surely mine
Shadow dependent on sunshine.

On dark days when all is drear
Particularly at this time of year
Walk alone, watch breath rise
Hands in pockets, muffled sigh.

Past summer haunts, all look cold
Silent shadow has desolved
Walking alone through winter street
Bright day needed so we can meet.

2012 Delice1941
2nd December2012

MuseShe twisted like vines
in a forest of darkness
while the moon shone
and the shadows danced.

Her color was crimson
and white virgin snow.
Where the two entwined,
I kissed the invisible seam.

The ravens were her hair,
sculpted from the night;
and the ocean her eyes
into which I could flee.

She fell through lines
and tumbled with ink.
She stained the winter black
while the sky shone white.

Nameless she wandered
across celestial seas,
and silent she sang
to the souls in mourning.

*Many Feet*Two roads many feet
However tempted cannot cheat
Heavenly destination, road marked well
Other defined by sulphur smell.

St. Peter by pearly gate
Time immemorial patient wait
Hell's bells tempestuous peel
Thinking of grim Bastille.

Ugh, grim Bastille, I 've been good
Chores all done, chopped some wood
St Peter here I am renewed
Pearly gates open, report reviewed.

2012 Delice1941
2nd December2012

Death at My DoorHe knocks quietly
Almost peacefully
I am eager to answer yet so afraid
He has come for me
But I am not sure I am ready.
Overcoming my fear I open it slowly.
He stands there, a grim face that seems so sad
Walking in he sits.
I am so confused
Are we not supposed to leave?
He beckons me to his side
And slowly I lower myself beside him
He looks into my eyes
"Why? It was not your time"
Sorrowfully I remember my actions
We rise from the couch and go upstairs
We stand over my body lying lifelessly on the bathroom floor.
She is kneeling beside me crying.
I rush to her side and attempt to comfort her
But she cannot hear me.
Death w

*Hoar Frost*Hoar frost covers field
Footsteps spoiling its beauty
Crunching underfoot

2012 Delice1941
7th December2012

Hate

Vile cold word
Describes the most despised emotion
No one loves it
Everyone fears it
Its edges cut deep into tender hearts
Absorbed and relished by hollow hearts
There is no escape
It lurks in the darkest part of the mind
Waiting to strike at any moment
The moment where the mind fails
Nothing is left between Hate and the body
Hate mutilates all love and care
Leaves the flesh scarred and cold
There is no room for love
Hate consumes all
There is no escape.

Halloween Fun!Party tonight, zombie fest
All arrived in festive vests
Lumbering walk, face so white
Halloween blast, what a sight.

Zombie manners, at their best
Waiting on their special guest
Count Dracula in scarlet cloak
From deathly sleep has awoke

Entourage of female friends
Calls for drink, special blend.
Floor is cleared prepare to dance
Music supplied by 'Dead Romance'

Zombie cha cha, swoop and dip
Vampire elegance slightly hip
All beguiled as music plays
Halloween over, separate ways.

2012 Delice1941
15th October2012

The King Crow He was the King Crow. The Lord of Scavengers, the Master of Ravens, the Patrician of the Eaters of the Dead.
No mightier of his kind had ever graced the skies.
Countless battles, disputes, and bloodshed of all kind did he witness in his glorious time, perched on a tree branches or a windowsill, patiently waiting for the opportune moment to take for himself the bounty of death.
Countless messages did he deliver in his spare time to lords and kings, for the part of bearer of dark news rests upon the dark wings of the crows.
Countless corpses did he beak, countless eyes did he devour, a few from the living, most from the dead, whether they be from peasants or kings, for it was the task of the crows to clean up after Mankind’s mess.
There he would be, everywhere you looked, if you looked hard enough, big and black as the midnight sky, gazing at the world through two blood-red eyes, looking, searching,

La confusion de ConfuciusConfucius, confus, confia à son confrère
Que ses idées diffuses défiaient l'entendement.
Son confrère, contrit, et contraint d'écouter
Se mit à s'ennuyer, toute la nuit somnolant.
Confucius, défait, ne se sentit plus sage
Et bouda son confrère râlant et ânonnant.
Son confrère partit, le laissant là rageant,
Et Confucius mentit comme le peut un enfant.
"J'ai congédié cet homme veule et ignorant
Aux confins d'une contrée sauvage
Afin qu'il apprenne à regretter la société
Des hommes infiniment sages et grands"
Et Confucius comprit qu'en tel mensonge proférant,
Il éduquait les hommes par le biais du Néant.
Et sans remords, conflit, ni regret,
Il endoctrina tout un peuple savamment.

*Thaw*Thaw is impending
New love waits on horizon
Temperature no longer zero.

2012 Delice1941
10th December2012

DreamwalkerDreamwalker--
lurking at the seams
watching her eyes flicker,
sleep making reality blur.

He creeps along,
weaving his song
exposing subconscious secrets
sewn in her hidden regrets.

Dreamwalker--
his eyes meet with hers,
only to slowly fade away.
For she wakes to light of day.

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Mars

by *Delice1941, Dec 11, 2012, 9:43:46 AM
Literature / Poetry / General Poetry / Traditional Fixed Forms

Travelling fast, speed of light
Course is plotted, Mars tonight
Red planet sojourn far from home
Travelling apace, on my own.

Phobos and Deimos moons of Mars
Orbit faithfully among the stars
Atmosphere pink, particles of dust
Light years from earth, visit a must.

Imagination will take you there
Just sit comfortably in your chair
Close your eyes, let thoughts run free
Will meet on Mars, half-past three.

2012 Delice1941
11th December2012