Beguiled Poems - Poems about Beguiled

The Beguiled

(A lone voice whispers at 3 am)

There was always something so controversial and medieval 

About exploring semi-clothed in the dark shadows
All the deeply hidden essences of you

But I guess it's just one of the many unspoken reasons 
Why I stepped into your view

Just unconsciously attracted when you appeared 
Right out of the blue


(C)
Copyright John Duffy

Amber Eyes

Her pale face, rosy lips, raven wing hair,
that many compare to a princess of old, so fair.

Yet, she is unique, the girl with the amber eyes,
sweet demeanor, a façade, to hide the lies.

Perfected ruse to the ruthless mind in disguise,
Mistress of Castle Rose is not known for a heart of ice.

But deep within the walls,

The Trembling Willow

A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.

A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.

Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured

Beguiled

This clump of cells is lacking will,
And yet in some, does fear instill.
Cares not the way, the shortest route;
Its only plan: get big, get out.

Yes, some will curl in fetal tuck,
While others shrug at their bad luck.
It interrupts, disturbs our life,
Affects the teen, the mother, wife.

The inclination is to kill,
To scrape, to cut, or take

Beguiled

Sun
So hot
Stifling me
Gaze falling on
Blue wisteria
I muse on its beauty
Bewitched by trumpet creeper
As mirage distorts green cedar
Blue Damselflies hover over pool
Mesmerizing afternoon, sleep claims me.

Beguiled

A magnetic stare
Eyes that look deep
Deeper into my soul 
Caught under your spell
Always and forever. 


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Beguiled Bay of Bliss

Surging storm of turmoil splitting apart the falling sky 
blows with blasting fury through the splintered mind 
the flaring wrath burns like the blazing badland bush 
searing the disgruntled soul to a stack of anguished ash. 

The sky would be seamless again and construct the clouds 
adrift with the revived ruins rising from the halcyon

Beguiled

Nature dons Her best multicolored shawl
as the days shorten and the nights grow long.
And squirrels stash stores of nuts in the Fall,
for they know that Winter will soon be along.

Geese skedaddle south in the night like thieves,
fleeing from the inevitable cold.
And green, peridot, and emerald leaves,
morph into orange, amber, red, and gold.

Frost chisels abstract art

Forever Beguiled

The voice of a Poet,
the breath of a Child

The curse of the Devil
—forever beguiled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

Bewitched and Beguiled

livid pink
dying yellow
meadow saffron
in imaginary pools:
wild wimsey
pervade a
glassy abyss...
with ridicule

Beguiled About Child Defiled

Beguiled About Child Defiled

We definitely did know that he beguiled,
And had taken advantage of and defiled;
How absurd,
This occurred;
She was minor considered to be a child.

Jim Horn

Roy Moore running for Senator in Alabama
should drop out of race.

She Sits Beguiled and Alone

It's a long, long way down the park,
but she’s deeply inclined, inclined
to  roam    hover  or  linger
among webs of  an inky  fog
just like her mashed hair: and sepia eyes
ignore jagged blinks of  lamp lights 
climbing inside a mind.
As she sits alone on a bench to crumple
near nuptial's

Beguiled

You home for a holiday,
 belly gorged on favorites, 
 soft couch cradling like a mother's arms. . .
 since you grew up, 
 shed child skin,  
 thin facial hair shading jaw, 
 even when days were tough, 
 rough making it alone, 
 you came home on holidays. 
 Your laughter blending

Beguiled

A tree line affords temporary shelter-
a wintry abode-
hedge-rows define the horizon-
the interphase of bright green winter wheat 
and melancholy sky. 
Just beyond- warmth, safety- 
a fireside hearth and warm imbibment.
A chill descends- naked tree limbs
weave the air like spidery appendages-
some remaining leaves escape.

A red-tailed hawk glides overhead-
looking- circling- fruitlessly searching-
joining its plaintive cry to that

Forever Beguiled

The voice of a Poet,
  the breath of a child

The curse of the Devil
 —forever beguiled

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2017)

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