So the records say on a past day,
The Dalai Lama sat on a peaceful bench, not that far away!
I had to find out if he was right,
So set off to sit on this Anglesey delight,
When I got to Llanbadrig church,
The wind was swirling high on the purch,
A boat was bouncing gracefully on the waves,
With gulls gracing the heavens, in swathes,
Knights graves still stood on the church wall,
Standing elegant, graceful and more,
The singing and dancing spiritual treat,
Added to the deafening silence on this magical seat,
Tiptoeing my way through this windy crowd,
High up on this Delai Lamas spiritual cloud.
Categories:
anglesey, appreciation, beauty, faith, inspiration,
Form: Couplet
Within her frail shell, death abides
through the final hours, I remain by her side
fearing a forsaken place of webs that lie in rows
of haggard fields where everything forbidden grows
surrounded by caverns of mortal's deserted bones
she faintly whispered, "I want to go home"
Death awakens the wandering soul, affliction steps away
vanishing through corridors numbered by years of pain
yet, illuminates all delightful wanderings in between
eternity tugs at her robe to calm the heavy laden breaths
into softer mournful moans, she'll acquiesce
Within a midst of welcoming hosts rapt in lucent haze, hallowed air
transcends her delicate last breath, then earthly slumber ends
her requiem, immersed through immortal gates
never to be cast into a cold stone grave
Karen Anglesey 4/29/13
Categories:
anglesey, death, faith, mother,
Form: Rhyme
A creature lurks with a formidable eye
using bright color as a disguise
the sting of the fire breathing mastadon
seals the fate of a life gone wrong
Demonic pleasures to be obtained
through taboo-stricken means
and the real scheme being
there's such pleasure to be gained
Larger doses surrender you faster
numb and quell, but quickley to pass
spinning the charms of cursed masters
who seldom watch the hourglass
The excitement woos, enticing your will
now duped, you believe the feeling is real
black widows with venom bring darkness near
into the solemn night, no soft voices here
Intoxication weave's it's heavy glow
as you slither away with no one in tow
going...going...a long way to go,
trapped in time's disturbing woe
under the midnight mural
Karen anglesey 12/22/02
Categories:
anglesey, addiction, betrayal, corruption,
Form: Rhyme
Your captivating sonnet, a single verse then
two, the words I write seem not quite right
compared to the ones from you
I've often used too many, and consume your
point of view, your ability to say so much
by using just a few
Thank you Mr. Shakespeare for a friend I met
today, because of you she's come from many
miles away. I frolic in your descriptions
of each and every noun, as each verse bursts
and like a poor beggar, quenches my thirst
I thank Mr. Poe for his stories of woe that
deeply stirs my raven soul, coercing the
sadness out of the quills, convincing me that
time kills, love heals, color spills…
I begin to write my single verse, that
might turn into two, I savor a rarest gift,
the one that came from you. I take a turn,
my desire’s to please, but discover as I
write the poem, the poetry writes me
Karen Anglesey 2002
Categories:
anglesey, dedication, inspirational, write,
Form: Rhyme
Another tirade of drunken anger
Brought to life by the uninvited Stranger
I lay trembling, still, ever so quiet
In a corner, hidden beneath a blanket
Biting down hard on bleeding lips
I knew it wasn't to be over yet
The blistering sting whipped our skin
A silence of screams heard only within
Upon our flesh of scarlet welts
Carved by the Stranger's thin leather belt
Cold cloudy skies, a mother's black eyes
No friends allowed in while we'd panic and run
He stumbled and cursed, threatening to get his gun
To live with the Stranger's drunken rage
Was like living in hell while trapped in a cage
Karen Anglesey 2003
6th Place Win in Nathan's "In To The Deep" contest 07/09/13
Categories:
anglesey, write,
Form: Rhyme
A blazing Sun abruptly appears
Indulged in selfish applause
Heartless to the core, her light declares
She governs the Universe
The Sun gets only a glimpse of the Moon
Jealous of the Stars who pave the night's way
She races to conspire with the Horizon
To keep the Moon at bay
Melancholy is the Moon as night draws near
Chilled with howling cold and fear
Unspoken words hang stiff in the air
Each has felt them like a prayer
The Moon sits in shadows of his own silhouette
To endure thousands of years in silence
Staring through space with hollow eyes
There are no words, the Moon only cries
Karen Anglesey written 03.03.13 Recently published in Best Poets and Poems 2012 by World Poetry Movement, Utah
03/03/13
Categories:
anglesey, metaphor, moon, sun, universe,
Form: Personification
She sneaked into the pantry, tender steps came from behind
His charismatic twinkle took her heart completely by surprise
And in a speck of time, a secret kiss to follow
As fate joined them together, forever in tomorrow
Through the years she won't forget the day he called her near
To tell her that he'd written a song that only she would hear
Timeless is the butterfly-and goes where we know not-
As fleeting chance encounters create a solid bond
His timely passing left her hollow
Now gripped with grief she struggles to swallow
And always returns to haunt her again
To go on alone, her free will had chosen
Now and then she whispers, but only to herself
That somewhere in another time
He'll complete the songs he left behind
On the pantry shelf
Written by Karen Anglesey
Published in Theatre of the Mind
Noble House Publishers/Individual Copyright holders/2003
Categories:
anglesey, metaphor,
Form: Rhyme
My heart has sought your mystery
guardian dryad, ivy tressed tree,
other worldly mound and ley;
long I’ve searched the fair Sidhe.
Here, found I the ancient long bone,
the knurled hawthorn, the Druid’s home.
Sheltered, shrouded, and overgrown
within St. Cyril’s grave well come.
At last, at last my longings free,
and I can dwell a time with thee
A time, past time, with all the wee
Before the banshee calls to me.
Categories:
anglesey, adventure
Form: Quatrain