In distant dreams
the muse
will
Come read to
me some
poem
Words soon forgotten
upon eyes
opening.
I create this
just to
prove,
I can launch
bright words,
forms
on pixilated paper
that mean
naught.
In my zest
nothing is
sacred.
Yet I hesitate
before I
begin
Because one words
should have
meaning
Before they escape
to the
sun
And the moon
and the
stars.
Then I realize
with vibrant
jubilation
That to do
this little
bit
Is a start.
I beam
YES!
In silent lucidity,
my muse
returns…
This is the only true terror to be The blinking cursor that moves not one space Or those ruled lines that scream to be penned on A page that’s blank, while pen is full scares me Thoughts clash around in ambiguity Those wisps of words, so close within my grasp Yet I cannot make heads nor tails of it This is the only true terror to be Sometimes mere scribbles are all that I see But at least there is hope for something more Empty eight by elevens have no chance A page that’s blank, while pen is full scares me This is the only true terror to be For someone whose whole life depends on words A page that’s blank, while pen is full scares me <>==========<>
Ars Poetica in a Villonnet
Yes, all of the world is a stage my friends
At least it is told what the people say
From when we begin until our time ends
Our too brief ride held in Sol’s sweet sway
And it matters not what part we will play
For as prince or pawn is roll of the die
At Act I, Scene I: curtains rise: we all cry
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Tonight at dVerse Frank challenges us to “is to write a poem with seven lines.” For those who want to go a further we are challenged to make it like a Chaucerian stanza/Rime Royal – is a seven-line poem in iambic pentameter with a rhyme scheme of ABABBCC.
dVerse Poets Pub: Meeting The Bar
And I don’t want the world to see me
Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
When everything’s made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
“Iris” by the Goo-Goo Dolls / “City of Angels” Soundtrack
Some question my sanity year after year
That I’ m not quite right is abundantly clear
Stepping in and out of darkened lucidity
The voices in my head are mostly a minor din
But that yellow dress you wore that day did me in
It was the red cape to the bull of my insanity
And the voice gained control was full of hate
As you stepped to me smiling sealing your fate
For my mood was downright ugly
And I don’t want the world to see me
I don’t deny what I’ve done to some women is sick
But you weren’t like those yacht girls who fall so quick
All their smiling as they think I’m at their command
They dangle promises of a young love so sweet
But it’s me holding their hearts, feeling their heat
And then ripping it from them with my bare hand
But you, you disregard all concepts of my deceiving
My inner voices wondering why aren’t you leaving
Never having had an experience like this firsthand
‘Cause I don’t think that they’d understand
False yore flows from my cruel lips with ease
Yards of lies with an inch of truth to please
The truth a means of passage, merely a token
So you yawn in my face, knowing it’s unwise
And yet you laugh seeing the truth in all the lies
Behind every filthy word I’ve ever spoken
From you the truth shines bright and sure
The lightness of your heart, ywis so pure
But can I believe your heart is solid – oaken?
When everything’s made to be broken
And so you survived more than just the night
Even knowing down deep I may never be right
For goodness knows I really didn’t give a damn
If you drowned in all the tears you yield
Brought on by all these damn fears I field
‘Cause you were never part of the program
But you’re still here and nothing denies
How I yearn for the feel of your light in my eyes
But mine are the eyes of a tragedy ma’am
I just want you to know who I am
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One of my favorite poetry forms: a Glosa.
dVerse Poets Pub: Open Link Night #268
Like a phoenix to a flame he comes
Swearing up a blue streak
The grain of his outer staff
Perfectly matching my inner sculpture
I weather the frothy current
Tinkling down the esophageal path
In a flight of carnal – carnival – carnivore joy
The apparition of the newly dead bird laid to rest
But then phoenix rises
Physical… Want… Desire…
It’s interesting how the sudden impulses
to just hold you come about
I want you in my arms
To feel your arms around me
I watch you
the way you walk
the way you speak
I watch the way you
Be
There’s such a passion in even the most
subtle of your moves
That sparks such wanton desire
within my own body
Every instinct in me just
knows
You will be soooo damn good
I’m now tempted to find out
to prove myself right
will the reality of you
be equal to the desire
are you ready for a challenge…?
There’s a flower that’s grown
inside my heart
from a seed he’s planted there
Somehow it endured
despite the coldness
despite how hard I tried
To keep it from growing
I was never prepared
for the warmth of sunshine
That came from his smile
or the rain of tears
from his empathy
Gently pulling away the weeds
that threatened to harm
with his gentle touch
And the flower grew
Strong and beautiful
Until I could no longer fight it
And no longer wanted to
The morning air purred contentedly
In azures bright and clearly
Enough to see forever
Comforting as a warm wrap and a good read
Oh put it in a box for me indeed
In retrospect I should have known better
Of course it’s going to turn like this
The barometer drops to ruin my bliss
And the azures hiss and howl to a sleet of slate
I retrieve my umbrella placed out of sight
For the barking and caterwauling out tonight
Felines and canines dampening on our date
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Having silliness with a common analogy for uncommon weather
Dawn finds me at the window waiting for the sunlight
As once again I suffered another sleepless night
The once brilliant stars no longer seem as bright
Because you’re not here with me to enjoy the sight
I carry this sense of gloom in the noon of day
The things once beautiful no longer hold sway
I never dreamed how your voice my mind can replay
Or how for the lack of you, my heart does decay
I never guessed how deep
Was your love’s imbue
The vast emptiness inside me
That only you can fill
How much of my life is
Wrapped around yours too
I pray to let you know
Baby, yes I do, love you still
These walls still hold your laughter, carry your scent
A bittersweet symphony that cause my heart’s rent
And staying away from home, does not pain circumvent
For all the reminders of you, in every place we once went
Only when the synergy was gone, did I understand our rapport
How I can’t seem to lift myself, for it’s you who helps me soar
A call, a letter, name it, baby I’m on my knees ready to implore
To beg, to plead, anything to hold you in my arms once more
Our friends say that we are living in a hellish trance
You know without each other, neither of us can advance
I vow to replace every stolen moment of our romance
Just give me the chance, baby, please give me the chance
I never guessed how deep
Was your love’s imbue
The vast emptiness inside me
That only you can fill
How much of my life is
Wrapped around yours too
I pray to let you know
Baby, yes I do, love you still
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National Poetry Month Day 2
Time
Tick tock
Transient
It can stand still
Yet keeps on moving
Hands
Digits
Grains of sand
It crawls or flies
But keeps on moving
All
What comes
Before and after
From womb to tomb
It keeps on moving
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I begin National Poetry Month 2020 with an Arun.
Created by friend and blogger GirlGriot. An Arun is a fifteen-line poem in three sets of five lines. Each set of five lines follows the same syllable structure: starting with one syllable and increasing by one syllable with each line. 1/2/3/4/5 — 3x. There are no other rhyme or structural requirements.
