Best Chamber Poems
Chamber Music Chopped
Sailing to heaven,
the violin and viola
never noticed
the cello sleeping
dangling in the sky
until it was too late.
their anchor was gone
and the trio became
a broken record.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
January 8, 2013
At times we tend to feel nothing but pain,
feeling like we have nothing to gain,
our hearts once again a wrecking ball and a chain,
on our sleeves an obvious worn out blood stain,
Our thoughts slowly driving us insane,
in our hearts an obvious torture chamber,
broken hearts not amounting to much,
hearts on the mend fending off life's saber,
Our hearts laboring to do something we savor,
tasting happiness again we do someone a favor,
as little by little we remove our hearts road blocks,
our hearts beating merrier to the ticking of the clock.
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Deep into the chambers of her heart,
Lies a dark secret,
Yes, she was a wildfire.
Forgive me Father for I have sinned,
for being born with you to begin,
its been a long time since my last confession,
I don't wont your blessing,
lies and resurrection.
I don't believe in love, I don't believe in faith,
cant stand my own kind,
humble in hate,
I don't believe in truth, I don't wont to be saved,
erase me from your list,
buried, unmarked,
graved.
Abused as a child,
bloodstains of a man,
only shovel awaits,
forgive me if you can.
In his arms he held me to him
Cradling my neck and body
Running his fingers
Arousing my notes
Caressing with his bow
He mastered his movements
Positioning me gently
Loving me so
Sweet music he played me
The passion it moved me
And built screaming crescendo
When we danced so slow
Atmosfera sniffs
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace – not a single spark
Is to be seen
She naturally searches
For the bonfire left scorching
By campers in the surviving forest
That grew and selfishly devoured
The entire sylvan dales
And commands her soaring clouds
To scan the flaming, smoking
Spots on the earth and, straightaway,
To spray extinguishing showers
For them to cool down and shiver
But, alas, Atmosfera still sniffs (with rage)
An asphyxiating smoke
Coming from a secret
Fireplace, and not a single spark
Was seen by her soaring clouds
renovated grace
upper terrace enshrouding
satiated guest
Clouded mist,as slender fingertips
descend in it's haze and blaze of colours,
with multiple sparkles,as rainbow streams dipped
lifted upward to a carousel soft as velour,
earlier prepared for this match at the hip
joined by the heart in this lofty hour,
tasting such love in slow deliberate sips
from branches of special fruit and flowers...
Golden meadows opened with a golden key,
as the heavenly chamber is where we want... to be
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Isolated by the shield of insecurity
The walls of paradigm unable to break through
Crouched into a small piece
The connecting door locked the border of my sanity
Long gone for the world of sundries
Terminated in limitation of self esteem
Yearn for the reasonable life to live
Seems like my world is too unkind
Reaching for the air that I thought was empty
Touched by the warm body which seems so alive
I tried to compile my sight
As if it was frosted too long
I find my self in a same room but different color
Someone paint it over upon the abstraction of lame
Rise from the tiring crouch
The hopes sustain me more
Someone paved the veil of angst
Someone who sent by the big owner of love
The one who less than perfect but not least for my room
The chamber of life, the chamber of hopes, the chamber.... is you
In tidy ancillary room
patronage accrues
art decor tenderly groom
chamber maid's humble dues
Far away, over the monstrous gray summits
As dusking shadows crept stealthily on,
When night had turned more stygian
And glow worms had begun throwing flickers of light
Like sequins stitched onto a flowing velvet gown,
When night sky had turned
Into a rare configuration of light and shade
When in the west a burning solitary star
Like a one man army had valiantly blocked
The advance of infiltrating clouds,
When cicadas were chanting in shrill monotone,
When the breeze whispered sweet nothings in my ear
And autumn leaves in strong gale
Flew about and nosedived into their ebony bed,
When my conscious thoughts evaporated
And I was left to linger in a semi stupor,
I knew a familiar spirit visiting me unsought
With the passion of a lover eager to subdue;
Morpheus with the scent of poppy leaves all about him
Came to lure my soul to bliss and chill the heat of weary toil.
By the indulgent grip of his masculine hands
He took me on his wings to uncharted oceans and fairy isles
A nocturnal odyssey of conjoined souls, lip locked
And finally to his secret chamber for a date
Making me swoon in secreted ecstasy!
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A room full of need.
Fragments of humanity.
Damaged, seeking, souls,
Looking into the abyss,
Needing help to conquer this.
Cameras snap on the last action tourists trap
As shutters flash, bullets fly by respectfully
Go past Sunday services at high velocity
Stain glass windows stay intact
Some one falls from the high church tower
Assisted by gravity, a force of nature at work
A push out a window from a stranger works as well
Even better, since it brings a man to his senses
In a splat, a stain on the pavement
Obsequious to that end to make a mark
On the square, over a glass of cold fresh brew
A hit man, this time, does not miss his mark
The story, like the beer, is delicious this time of year
Robbery is also good to attract new business
Loaded guns must bow to authority
To conduct commerce on the streets
Ammo leaves chambers only by permission
Empty, safe and sound as ordinances intend
Approved by law enforcement
There is no end to city limits
Tourists are the center of attraction
Our aim is to aim at them
Credit the Chamber of Commerce
They do business the old fashioned way
At the end of the barrel of a gun
Emptied chambers make more profits
Bullets don't pay taxes
Nobody can prevent,all you can do for crying out loud
is join in its allowed.Allah ain't laughing.Ha Ha He
He.Every single signal of communication..Dangerous
like a bullet in the chamber.I am on am to fm
stereo;From digital,antenna,sattelite,also created HD
radio;I control ohms to make people say um.Day until
p.m.Each day I am if I wasn't why would I say I am.I have
no direction;I use every english word that I have
constructed.I use these commands at my selection.
Which gives my govt. the U.S.A. & I the biggest
********.Never final. People should do a bowel
movement. I never throw in the white towel.I am after
the crown.All I ask is for is to form an original
thought. I faught and fought for a form of
thought.The f curse word is derived from forming.I wil get
laid,now a days,to hatch an egg.Unity= YoU aNd I
Tea;whY not add lemon plus milk; and also "Equal"
and/or "Splenda".Its slpendid that I precisely select
the price of products."Equals" I did and still do.Is
dictatorship all right with you? I ma(ke it h)appen I keep using a cue of clues to
lead you; to lueryou to whom is the #1 world leader. This sole controllers' soul is
sold on dvd's and cd's around the globe. I am used, misused, and abused.I
mention a mansion. I am so intelligent. I will pop a tent. Earth is my brain. Every
day before I wake I feel the power, I have explained I need a interview to show the
world my inner view. The world will maintain on how I feel. I control mother nature
so I wander maybe people could show me a sign of life, I take over the tv screen
and the reality scene. I will reproduce the same as before during this era of
errors until I am confronted. The world is insane, and I will reproduct at random
who fills the shoes of who did it before. But who cares, and/or who would take
action. All people do is believe and watch what I work hard to do. I am a ghost/
holy spirited person. This present tense. Is the future that I am physically in. My
supervision controlled environment. I am the creature that makes the future.
A girl in the chamber
They know Kiswahili
Speaking it
To their localities
A girl in the chamber!
Is thy family
Like that of an egg
Realizing no space
Entrance of oxygen Is?
A girl in the chamber!
Days of days
Knocked the ages
As the clan of flies
A girl in the chamber!
The fool age noted
To her pass to be passed
As the pain of the-
Poisoned python passes on puzzle
A girl in the chamber!
The really NOT
The truly YES
Philosophically answers
Scholastically jokes
A girl in the chamber!
Normally recorded a record
Usually knows to the known
Her days
Randomly rounding in rounds
A girl in the chamber!
Who may carry the life_
Life her own-
Her own human development
Having sweet voice to-
Base voice
Having shapeless shaping to-
Toned shape
Having no to-
Dependable life!
A girl in the chamber!
Thunderstones
Earth quakes
Storms
And,
Limbs movements
Of human in lives
Made the chamber cracked
A girl in the chamber!
Though equal chambers,
Differently appeared in the cracks
Likely entered,
In some of the chambers settled
A girl in the chamber!
A girl in the chamber
Lived it chambered
As a doctor and-
Mathematician’s number
The numbered of the-
Victim of the chamber
Will thou escape from the chamber?
Having the domesticated monster
Likely the lion living in Serengeti
Having no uncle after victim
No ruler passed on the head
A girl in the chamber!
Actual life,
Better than the real life
A girl in the chamber!
Better think mostly, idealistically,
Than-
Acting mostly, empirically,
The replays of her uncle
A girl in the chamber!
You gonna be swollen
Under the sinful soil
No mercy before the majority
You exchanged the sticks of men
Sticking your lovely virginity
A girl in the chamber!
Said by your lovely brother
Follow the good ones
Leave the bad ones
Coping from your elders
Locally now thy parents
A girl in the chamber!
No sinful before the sinner
No comments after the commandments
No back before the benefits
No forward after failures
A girl in the chamber!
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