Best Agasp Poems
The fairies brew
Cool autumn dew
In ancient trees
With swarms of bees.
The leaves fall down,
All red and brown,
To mark the loss
Of trees on moss.
The clouds move west
And seek their rest
On mountain clines
With ripened vines.
The waters deep
Fall fast asleep
Below the sky
Spread out on high.
The night awakes
Above the lakes
And reigns supreme
As summer’s queen.
The birds sit tight
While starry light
Begins to flow
Like opals’ glow.
The rills grow mute
When sounds of lute
Begin to pray
For friends away.
The woods lie still
To hear the trill
Of mockingbirds
Agasp for words.
They sing to you
Of sky-lit blue
And chirp to me
Of destiny,
For here you are:
A tear, a star,
A dream, a dove:
Eternal love.
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I remember the day my daughter was born
Like she had been here before, but now reborn
Through the terrible two's she behaved like the rest
When she came to mingle she had a different zest
She spoke so young and observed all around her
She would talk to herself in private confer
Then along came school with it's different surrounds
She became more outgoing as if on common grounds
Her early teens came she was like a stranger to us
She would recite ancients scripts and bring us to cuss
Feelings I felt having never known her at all
But the day I followed her, scrawling on the church walls
I see her scribing, ancient symbols and satanic verses
As she turns to me with Latin curses
She looks at me her eyes black that were green
Your no father to me my real fathers to be seen
My daughter my princess she falls to her knees
Her back rips open she smiles as if appeased
A black fluid appears, next a bulging mass
Dark wings unfold as I stare in agasp
She turns towards me again I can see pain in her eyes
Her eyes are now green and theirs tears in her cries
Daylight is now darkness, dancing shadows on walls
Black winged angels ringing humanities death knoll
Where my daughter is kneeling buildings are collapsing
The arrival, her father, as his black winged angels sing
I run to my daughter, masonry falls all around
As we collapse together on natures hallowed ground
She was never his daughter although she had been here before
For her eyes turned from black, because she loved me even more
We lie bloodied and bruised on natures battered floor
What happens when were gone, we have gone before
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Looking around
startled awake,
I gaze around
and begin to shake
Thinking I’m mad
pretending a dream,
suddenly I realize
I’m sitting in a stream
Sitting to left
an elf appeared,
he just smiled
and said
“Howdy there”
Standing up
I am naked as day
“oh my god !!
what would mum say?”
Finding leaves
and bits of vine,
making a dress
that flowed divine
Another realm called
reaching through veils,
it caused me to pause
but I wandered the trail
Off to the right
hushed in soft light,
a unicorn was bucking
dazzling the night
He walked up to me
nudged with his horn,
gestured to follow
I’m agasp and in awe
But,follow him I did,
closely at heel,
I was silent in wonder
across Elysian fields
Floating a cloud
up to the moon,
sitting on a star
a universe cocoons
Sweeping the solar winds
fingertips reach up,
resting at peace
in the bottom of teacup’s
a photo from
my future was
imprinted on
a piece of wood
then taken to
a jigsaw and
made into
pieces
these became me
to shape
my test to
tell how i was
to look and to
see how others
would see me
creating myself
but not quite
understanding
the concept for
having no finish
ed form to know
when i was
done other
then using
every piece
i ended and
looked not
agasp
but with a
curiosity in
the future i
wouldn't have
any edges or
borders as all
the puzzled
pieces i fit
putting as
i saw fit
my one
eye i
saw was
a bluish
background
with a bit of
cloud
and the
entire shape
took on a form that
could not
be framed
looking like
Whistler's
Mother
but most
bothersome
to my Mum
was i made
every piece
fit by using
a hammer