Best Clefts Poems
Phoenix Defrosted
Given by the Sun God the good of the moon and some lucky stars
he sits full of fortune love and still in miraculous amazement under
the bright rays of southern soil soaking unbelievable kindness and
mutual compassion granted by soul searching and Higher Power
Love had been made before from a different fabric and the colours had
quietly faded to screaming silence frozen into glaciers’ clefts of darkness
Chances lead the way and permafrost was not forever when the mask
came off with all its distortions mangled ice melting into novel beginnings
It took him searching of feeling thought desire and some meeting of minds
revisiting gently rigorously what had appeared to be the only prospect
one of soundless demise and shattering unfeasible stagnant arrest in the
prison of domination wilted marred marriage depression and torment
Agony struck and it however ignited a passion unknown a mating and union
conjoined at hips and above for always and in all ways a heartfelt dance with
the Universe high and below inside and within a mango grooved delta of
Venus hot soothing lava engulfing new lovers’ poetic trees in poetry’s motion
Considering failure in cause and success in effect of landslides misfortune
bad luck and bad choices he is fortuitously graced now to thank destiny
constellation of karma kismet pure hard worked for chances where one thing
leads to another when the ashes are reshuffled and second fire is sublime
06th September 2016
Categories:
clefts, love, universe,
Form:
Free verse
Yosemite’s Ephemeral Autumn Falls
Bald giants of swift water smoothed pale granite
Mark deep clefts for tumbling summer snowmelt
Rush released from frozen streams once frostbit
Silver swells - Ribbon Falls in pure ice melt -
Ephemeral streams slowed beneath Orion’s belt.
Thin tulle mist from autumn’s gossamer Bridal Veil
Flutters, bathing stony arms embrace of Royal Arch,
Quaking Aspen in Alder Creek covers Misty Trails
Witness near the Staircase wildflowers parched -
Golden leaves on steep slopes from the western larch.
Sheer barren faces only seep crystalline tears
As rivers flow to shallow autumnal rivulets
And Fire Falls wait for wintery floods to reappear
When somber quartz welcomes new Cascades reset
Catching torrent tides, flashing in a fiery sunset.
Wild Cat eyes the Sentinel in thirsting, dried up rills
That thinly coat plutonic rock in a glacial train
Only a trickle floats lazy scarlet sent over these hills
No tumbling drops tickle Waterwheel to turn with rain
While Snow Creek laments in narrow runnels refrain.
No gushing rivers plunge in roaring thunder veils
Nor scramble down Yosemite’s plainly marbled face
Scant silvered dews spill over on Nevada’s trails
For soon the breathing winter storms many falls erase
Till joyful spring redeems autumn in this magic place.
A tribute to the magnificence of Yosemite during autumn.
Categories:
clefts, autumn, water, , western,
Form:
Quintain (English)
A REQUIEM AND A LOVE.
And I knew before I met him,
That he would be the only one for me
And it would become clear a little too late
That our love would only be a story for the ages
I had always imagined how it would feel to be made king in his fortress
To have a foot stool to climb on before I reach the pedestal created for me
By the way he moulded his words like they were meant to become new clay on my body,
How with each syllable he would make fishers of men
Going out to pursue his purpose
Gathering up masses for his works
Then leaving them feeling great and grateful
How tender I imagined his touch to be
Those long thin fingers creating a web around my mortal person,
Like I would be alive forever in his embrace
As if if I curled up slightly more towards his heart,
I would get swallowed by his enigmatic soul
And find myself lost in that labyrinth of a mind
Discovering what it would be like to know the world from a celestial and anointed view
With my legs crossed as if meditating all the wondrous horizons from which his intellect existed
The clefts from whence his whims found solitude and reasoning
And I would discover a new high
Which would make me soar into the clouds
Never returning to the mind set of this earth...
I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person
And missing out on all the opportunities life had to offer a man as magnificent as him
And in that way, I understood him
And I let him be
More than a figment of my imagination
Even though our first meeting was in death
And we would never nestle our love on a plane as imperfect as this earth
I let these thoughts linger,
And I loved him
And she loved him
And they loved him,
They will always love him.
Written for Clive Mashoko
Some words were taken from the letter by Jackie Kennedy to JFK
May his soul rest in eternal peace, and may he find shelter in the house of the Lord, forever. Amen.
Categories:
clefts, absence, death, grief, loss,
Form:
Ode
(after a drawing by Ghirlandaio)
We see that it was dashed off in a trice,
without a trace of reticence or nerve.
The contrapposto thigh, the shoulder’s curve,
are perfect. Nothing wasted. All precise.
And yet it has the power to entice,
with just a hint of maidenly reserve;
vitality and vigour, volatile verve,
it offers us a glimpse of paradise!
There’s movement in the stillness. Chimes unheard,
the breeze, unseen, that’s ruffling the flounces,
are ghosts in the machine: thus Vergil’s Word,
the gentle kiss of gesso, makes, announces
the life that’s in those folds and clefts and flourishes.
The Word’s made flesh - and what it strokes, it nourishes.
Categories:
clefts, art,
Form:
Sonnet
“It’s not so simple to love someone,
Who just doesn’t love you back,
But it’s said,
That in order to love;
You have to love, a love
That’ll just tear you apart,
Along with
Breaking your heart.”
“And, I truly don’t understand
Why that is--
But, I guess that’s just the way
Humans are…”
I can hear the angel’s crying,
Cause’ every time you speak
They fear the fear of you lying.
See, you scared away my angel--
Oh, how empty life is now without
My umber--
The shadows you left me in
They’re breaking down my wonders.
Now I can’t stop, but wonder,
What made you,
So utterly cold hearted?
I feel like my chest will explode,
But my heart will still pump.
Dismantled it’ll stay with a, “thump,
thump”
“Stop and listen,
Carefully you’ll hear the rhythm,
Those echoes that skip then repeat”.
In silence, just a heartbeat,
I’ll wait for them to come, in the light
There they’ll be to wake me
From this horrible dream,
This dream, which breaks me.
“No, this nightmare that rapes me”.
Those clefts that have injured my
heart,
Have never even scraped me.
If you can’t take me,
At least say you’d forgave me,
Pray with me.
He’ll open the doors, he’ll save me--
These lies you’ve laid upon me--
Quit faking, It’s driving me crazy.
“Oh hey look,
Its daddy’s little baby,
Go ahead Otto, say “hello”,
He’ll accept you,
Maybe”...
Categories:
clefts, anger, brother, change, character,
Form:
Free verse
Autumn.
The morn is wresting itself
between ill
leaves, which that summer
brought along.
The sky stayed
in clefts.
The yellow lamps
among dark trees.
It’s autumn.
Slowly, downwards
after the pure rain –
sheltered.
Categories:
clefts, autumn, october, rain,
Form:
Free verse
The wolves do lope high and free
in mountainous trails and her masonry
the hallowed wood and rocky clefts
hold the dens of their hidden nests
Golden eyes pierce thickened dark
hunting prey within their park
hot breath raises mist in their flight
with urges to run in thick of night
lounging with the pack on a hill
neath the moon silent and still
The forest with all her rookery
cast eyes below to the pack they see
the cold crypt of the earth below
blood covered in splays of snow
pale ice rugs flow on ground and rocks
as the pack do run seeking the flocks
the burrow of the white wolf and her pups
upon her milk the fledgling sups
the shiver of their meal in deathly gore
lying torn apart on the forest floor
the sinuous beauty of their agility
of taking prey down with ability
The dominate male and alpha mate
are always first in hunger to slate
how many priests have nature of pack
are hidden in darkness and innocence lack
looking for victims the prey that they stalk
in secret places the plans of it talk
Religion that is false will slaughter the sheep
to not be it’s prey the truth you must keep
her princes are wolves ravening prey
the word of the truth they seek to stay
they would come clothed in appearance of light
but within the gown is blackness of night
With a flood of lies He seeks to deceive
and devour the hearts of those who believe
The serpent lays in the den of his mate
The Queen of Harlots , Babylon the Great
Ez 22:27 Zeph 3:2-4 Matt 7:15-16
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Categories:
clefts, allegory, allusion, animal, bible,
Form:
Rhyme
Across the River, West 'tis that
at the cliffs & clefts of Victoria above
blackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano
& not-so-merried ferries, the promontory sits of
visage, resplendented of red deer & red bear &
white Eagles' scat from Lady Liberty!
Why, in the glare of where, opossum
& red squirrel, vied in-passioned
imposters of small virtue in deed
sought, wrought of purloin
for some vertu & bijouterie
for Manhattan!
(The Chief Islander) - so the Mythic goes!
But hey!, it's up-on the BigScreen, now
playin' @ The Bijou, & in the dutri-plexes
& plexes of plexiglasse &
MegaPlexes of Tribeca, in the Tri-boros+2...
Avaunt! Above Verrazzano visage
tramontane, there! the Filth & Flair
of City fare, miasma which got us into
insouciant Dutch!
Categories:
clefts, allegory, history, native american,
Form:
Prose Poetry
August 26 Scripture Meditations Based on Obadiah
Key Verse – Obadiah 1:3 The pride of thine heart hath deceived thee, thou that dwellest in the clefts of the rock, whose habitation is high; that saith in his heart, Who shall bring me down to the ground?
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR BRINGING DOWN MY PRIDE
Thank You for bringing down my pride of haughty sufficiency
To correct me by Your satisfaction-persistency
So that I can stay in Your compassionate proficiency
And be content in enjoying Your mercy.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of vain arrogance
To rebuke me by Your meekness-deliverance
So that I can abide in Your nourishing sustenance
And be peaceful in claiming Your assistance.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of shameful selfishness
To humble me by Your sacrifice-completeness
So that I can acknowledge Your omnipotent greatness
And be confident in trusting Your kindness.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of obvious idolatry
To discipline me by Your standards in the ministry
So that I can march along truth-infantry
And be courageous in doing Your will against sin-entry.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of hypocritical reaction
To cleanse me by Your purging sanctification
So that I can strive for Your holiness-anchored function
And be teachable in learning from Your instruction.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of worldly interest
To reprove me by Your divine test
So that I can invest in Your eternity’s fullest
And be fruitful in working for Your honour, always the best.
Thank You for bringing down my pride of disobedient tenacity
To mold me by Your loving authority
So that I can yield to Your guiding sovereignty
And be blessed in praising Your Deity.
August 26, 2022
Categories:
clefts, blessing, christian, faith, god,
Form:
Rhyme
My eyes wander
Over every face that I see
So that I may catch some resemblance of you
I breathe in the air
Not so for the need to live
But so I may catch somehow a whiff of your fragrance
Perhaps gone astray from where you stand
I revisit the places close to your home
And reach out to touch clefts, least you ran your blessed hands on them
Over some point in time
My mind is spent in devising nefarious plots and schemes
To give me one good reason I could call you again
I run harder and harder
Kick start my dead beat heart
I open my chest to let in air
Dizzy with exertion
There is no picture painted like you
There can be no perfume that can replicate your heavenly redolence
No feel in this life that can match your healing touch
No pain worse than your absence around me
Categories:
clefts, absence, heartbreak, longing, lust,
Form:
Ballad
Some things come to you
when you are alone
with your thoughts
and the sun is setting through your window.
Like now.
I am with my thoughts
of yesterday.
She is small
fragile looking.
I am not.
She came to me for solace
. . . wanted more.
Said,
"I want you,"
covered my mouth with
sweeter than candy lips
trembling, goosebumps all over her
part worry, part want
"Please,
don't say you love me.
Just need me."
Licked my cheek with tenderness
found my
throat and then caressed a nipple
nipping it
almost too hard
moaning like cats purr
plying my body
with more than a zillion kisses.
Guided my hand inside her blouse
her pride
feminine pride
soft, oh so soft . . . breasts
hardening button nipple.
"Close your eyes,
let me lay hands on you."
Wind puffing through open window
cool on my fevered body
her
finger hot, sizzling to the touch
moving over and under and around
clefts and crevasses of me.
"Stand," she urged.
I did.
Pealed cotton jockeys
to my ankles
put finger on my chest
pushed me onto the bed
massaged my feet
remarkable
never knew about that erogenous zone
but
she did
shimmed up me like
a spider monkey up a tree
mouth claimed possession
then and there
for awhile
soft whimpers of her lust
sang a cappella
further up she inched
rose like an apparition
straddled her stallion for the night
rode
until the dawn of civilization broke
through the window.
Sometimes the past
comes alive
at the oddest moments.
Categories:
clefts, passionme, me,
Form:
Free verse
My transient small dreams magnified manifold,
over mindscape wide wings of desire they grew,
my constrained essence could no longer hold,
turning to beguiled birds in ardent sky they flew.
They soared to reach the horizon shaped anew,
through the clefts of dark clouds floating cold,
where cosmic silence drizzled with twilight hue,
my transient small dreams magnified manifold.
They flew en echelon in the still sky’s azure fold,
the charming design afloat I delineated for you.
Though the meaning of pattern remained untold,
over mindscape wide wings of desire they grew.
The dreams allured me with kaleidoscopic view,
before I could freeze them away they all rolled.
They drifted away on the tides of time, I knew
my constrained essence could no longer hold.
At the end of trance I gave up trying unconsoled,
tired of wearing strive the aim I couldn’t pursue.
They ascended beyond me, I was left to behold,
turning to beguiled birds in ardent sky they flew.
So, within the forlorn abyss of gloom I withdrew,
trudging time with turbulent mind uncontrolled.
For the disappeared birds I’d build nests a few,
they’d discover someday returning from the cold,
my transient small dreams.
_____________
June 16, 2022
Contest : A Rondeau Redouble
Sponsored by : L Milton Hankins
Categories:
clefts, analogy, bird, dream, metaphor,
Form:
Rondeau Redouble
Oh! My Dream
I wonder….
How it happened
My dreams became
Howl full Baby
It can’t grow
Until you cuddle
Tenderly kiss on brow
Hound
Each and every
Tiny movements
Of my baby
With Bared foot trembles
Pit and Clefts
Height and heaps
Are unknown…
Grains of sand
Blows by air
Twinkling eyes
Are faint in fear
Bare and tender
Cover in velvet
Freeze in grief
Destiny in your hands
Oh!
It was there long time ago
I have almost forgotten
My dream….
My dream…
My dream...
You brought it
In front of me
With pride
To prelude
In between
You and me
Now You, me and my Dream….
Categories:
clefts, dream,
Form:
Narrative
A shawl of beaded fringes splayed;
Upon her soft, white, skin;
Beneath a swirl of open lace;
Breasts crested, capped within.
Her hair was full of candlelight,
the flames dance in her eyes.
And as her gartered thighs did part,
she heard her lover sigh.
Between clefts as white as moon rise,
and curls as black as night.
A lance was raised a parting phaze,
past twin orbs of delight.
Their limbs akimbo, heart and tide,
of teeth and talon marked,
On they rode with nary a fright
two lovers dancing in the dark.
Categories:
clefts, love, passion
Form:
Rhyme
Beads dsermersheim@snet.net
beads
on leaf
blossom petal
and bloom
beads
laced round
the neck
of my lady love
beads in eyes
on thighs
lips and
tip of nose
beads
glistening on skin
running down the middle
of your back
beads
nestled in clefts
where passion came
and was spent
beads
on the cusp
of a tear
hovering on a sigh
beads gathered on
tear-stained window
casement and
onto floor
beads
that remember
all that was
and is no more
Categories:
clefts,
Form:
Imagism