TRIUMPH OF FAITH
A testament
A canon
Righteous, austere
Orphic, profane, and pure
When night, a thief
Strips my morality
It Is morning lifts me free
This masquerade of madness
We subtitle life
Where we salt wounds
And bathe in sadness
Scented sweet
This poisoned chalice
Again, I must abstain
I DESPAIR
I despair
Was sorrow
Led me to your knee
My cheek won quiescence
Though my heart
A hunted hare
Did not share this stay
My courage once true
Has beat a hurried retreat
Your eyes I would not provoke
My undressing
To cast upon the wounds
I champion here
And I despair
Resolute, my devotion
My soul conquered
A driven stake
Flies your standard clear
To know another bested me
Without need of staff or blade
The formality a duel declared
Will curse my name
Now must I bear
Through bloody battle
Through weary journey
Was your heart
Not metal plate
Blessed me safe
Your sleeve held near
Nights I could not wait
And I despair
Your silence is my shame
Your tear has drowned
A flame I know we share
And I despair
ENVY
Envious your wings
I wish a bow
An arrow true
What stays my hand
The envy of your fall
DARK DOWRY
Disappear
The imperfections of mortality
Your soft sensuality
neglected, resurrected
Who was there
To help you arrange
Your dark dowry
Sleeping on the mantle's wing
Awaiting your return
The debutante ball
So dark
Day will never enter
Dreams will never leave
Fragrant rose lined the sidewalks of time, filtering a special aroma in the street; the wind is spreading the fragrance around to a special place where destiny is bound. The sun is shining in my face spilling sweat all over the place; the pores are opened wide secreting a unique substance from inside. Look around and you will see the temperature climbing up the sycamore tree, the passion is in the sun so when you get the chance get up and run. Words are not cheap and you must get the energy out of the sea. If you want to do business with me, you have to arrange a trip to the galaxy. The race is on to the moon and China will see you soon, if they get there before you do, the earth will turn into a dust bowl of doom. You have to get there before the twenty thirty year and synchronize with the tales of the atmosphere. The sun in the East will make you weep; the sun in the East will send fire in the street, the energy is very strong, so you have to filter all the different songs, and make them one. The sun in the east is disrupting my heartbeat.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the rain, the sun
Shines on ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
Fly into the garden, ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ indeed.
¦¦¦ the days have been ¦¦¦ dull,
Oh, so ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ dark ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ "Mr. Sun
Has forgotten ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Dew upon the ¦¦¦¦ lawn,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the garden beds;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ from all the leaves
¦¦¦ the little primrose heads.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ violets ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
With ¦¦¦¦¦ parasols of green
Take a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peek ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
They're the bluest ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a bird
Singing ¦¦¦¦¦ a little ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ burst of happy song
Bubbles in his ¦¦¦¦¦¦ throat.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ the ¦¦¦¦¦ sun!
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ must sing,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ for the birds, the flowers,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ for everything."
(Blackout of A Fine Day by Katherine Mansfield)
Ben Jonson's four linked rhymed couplet 'To Celia' in 'olde English' with the much mis-quoted second line is perhaps the most famous penned love plea still relevant & pertinent today in this eternal & often misunderstood of everyday relationships
Ben Jonson a bricklayer by trade
poetics then came to his aid
He loved the epigrammatic quatrain
as they did not need to tax his brain
Ben penned a poem of love
a plea for the recovery thereof
He used olde English to make a play
requesting Celia to make his day
Modigliani by Martin Gray
A biopic poem of an unconventional artist ,that fulfils Modigliani's motto 'know you are living' .with iambic Trimeter, a line of three beats ..Iambic trimeter is a line of poetry made up of three iambic feet, creating a rhythm of six syllables that alternate between unstressed and stressed beats. [1], impromptu phrasing of a conversational style ,..devoid of figurative texture and symbolism
Gray' s purpose is to leave all interpretation to
the poetry prose style is Gray's USP
(unique selling point) in this bio poem ,divided
into 152 stanzas ,(albeit without the usual notes
and references ),all help to make this an easy
poetic bio read.
A worthy endeavour in Gray's typical usp approach
I am going whether in rain or heat,
and sometimes
my voice seems strange as if
it were alien to me,
I'm not certain whose voice is crying:
I cry to sustain me.
The poets cry for more.
In the end I cover both my eyes;
there in my hands as if at rest,
one may think I had place
upon to lay my head.
(Blackout of The Song Of The Beggar by Rainer Maria Rilke)
Once upon a time;
Some time after I was born.
There was a treaty between two nations.
The treaty was supposedly mankind's best
Bet for the prevention of a nuclear holocaust.
I'm not certain if the treaty still exits; but I am
Certain that The reality of potential destruction
Is as real as it ever was. This treaty was known as "MAD"-- Mutually Assured Destruction.
These nations proceeded to amass weaponry
Rather massively to, in my view, the point of insanity. Perhaps there are those that give
Credit to 'MAD" for saving us from destruction.
Personally, which ever direction I turn in search
Of heroes, ideology, or philosophy; regardless
Of my politics and opinions; I credit God.
I have never imagined that destruction was
Avoided because of the treaty between them.
I can only believe that in many and various
Ways, it is God who holds our world together
Left to our own selfish ideas and devices, with
Or without 'MAD", mankind would have vanished
from planet earth were it not for God's grace.
Heaven invisible and holy.
1 Cor. 2:9,10; Rev. 21:27.
¦¦¦ eye hath seen, ¦¦¦ ear hath heard,
¦¦¦ sense nor reason known,
¦¦¦¦ joys the Father ¦¦¦¦ prepared
¦¦¦ those that love the Son.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ good Spirit of the Lord
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ heav'n to come;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ glory in his word
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ guide us home.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the joys above the sky,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ peace;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ see or taste the bliss.
¦¦¦¦¦ holy gates ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ obtain admittance ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ followers of the Lamb.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Father's book of life,
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ their names are found;
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
To tread the heav'nly ground
(Blackout of Hymn 105 by Isaac Watts)
Walt Whitman raised by Quakers in Brooklyn
with typographical poetics did begin
'Leaves of Grass&Song of Myself'
devoted to the US commonwealth
Walt Whitman junior,so sensual
with poems&essays so influential
Transcendental writer&realist
with verse libre did insist
BEAUTY
Between the fantastic
And the substantive
It is there we find
The mystic nature of Self
We weave dreams
And realization
On corporeal looms
To fashion cloth
Of cosmic imperfection
It is there we find
Beauty
WALLACE S Valley Candle (triple clerihew)
with imagist-poetics once did strive
Enigma in his 'Valley Candle'
helped his poetry to sell well
Wallace Stevens so enigmatic
whimsical fanciful& symbolic
His Valley Candle*blew&blew
the interpretation is up to you
Businessman poet Wallace Stevens
very creative with a poetic pen
A contemporary metaphysical wit
as 'Valley Candle' enigmatically does sit
Her suffering was her currency as she would trade in sympathies among a band of devils driven wild by their needs to be possessed and to possess in a world seldom fair being built in complications simple heads never seem to ever understand and.
She was Magnificent.
They way she tore me down. Only one other thing had ever hurt me more.
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