Best Enshrouded Poems
Aloft, the gem was mounted in black velvet skies
A refulgent pearl, surrounded by glistening stars
Cradled in the arms of midnight, it hung as a prize,
as exquisite as a painting, credited as one of Renoir's
Framed by arching branches of a leafless oak,
a sultry mist bowed before the majestic moon
She was partly veiled by clouds serving as a cloak
Her beauty serenaded by the somber song of a loon
Its tune a haunting trill, a funeral chant of death,
for Luna was wounded, splattered in crimson blood
like that spilled by Duncan in Act 5 of Macbeth,
or a rose pricked by its thorns, a hemorrhaging bud
A sudden stillness enshrouded the atmosphere
Swift currents of reticence flowed in a cryptic river
Pensively I gazed, transfixed on the moon in fear
Impressions of her demise gave me cause to shiver
Such nebulous notions clouded my brooding mind,
for the moon was merely blushing while in eclipse
As dusk darkens shadows of night's morrow, I'll find
a golden orb on high, without sign of an apocalypse
July 22, 2022
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Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade
with the relish to ravish ravaging
every fiber
Conceived in the throes of passion
My conception is my perception of life
Woven into my being
I’m prisoner to pleasure monomania
Obsession of desire hysteria
My cacoethes: gratification gratified
Thus, I scintillate sparks
Riding on my satin flares
They captivate your stare
You see me
Feeling the heat of sultry flame
You want to play scorch torch game
So your reach out to touch
Mere kindling in my blazing wake
You quake as I slake your florid fantasy awake
Convulsing in temptation’s torment
You combust to lust
Consummating till consumed
Eliciting my passion flower bloom
In opulent oriental room
You swoon
Exertion exhausted
Gratification’s glory gained
Having tasted my reign
Revived, you leave
Yet…
My image I’ve seared
On your flesh and mind
Branded, you’ll find
Your way back to me
Slave to my passion's decree
You’ll come to me
And I retreat
Enshrouded once more
In virgin layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
of reason and understanding
Biding my time
when sensuality sublime
calls me
to bloom in her red flame
~*~*~*~again~*~*~*~
Eileen Manassian
This is a repost that has over a thousand views. Just trying to remind myself of the glory days. I seem to be unable to write at the moment....and poets can be a strange lot. If you don't post...you're forgotten, at least by most. The feeding frenzy is for words..and if you're empty, you are neglected. I'm glad I have friends who visit my older works even when I'm not around. I need to cultivate this spirit in my life because I know what it's like not to be visited....
Underneath all the layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
Of reason and understanding
I smolder
In passion's pleasure bed of red
Paroxysms of pleasure
Emanate from my core
Searing the shroud
Flames of fantasy's feast burn
Yearning I yearn and lie in wait
In my ambuscade
with the relish to ravish ravaging
every fiber
Conceived in the throes of passion
My conception is my perception of life
Woven into my being
I’m prisoner to pleasure monomania
Obsession of desire hysteria
My cacoethes: gratification gratified
Thus, I scintillate sparks
Riding on my satin flares
They captivate your stare
You see me
Feeling the heat of sultry flame
You want to play scorch torch game
So your reach out to touch
Mere kindling in my blazing wake
You quake as I slake your florid fantasy awake
Convulsing in temptation’s torment
You combust to lust
Consummating till consumed
Eliciting my passion flower bloom
In opulent oriental room
You swoon
Exertion exhausted
Gratification’s glory gained
Having tasted my reign
Revived your leave
Yet…
My image I’ve seared
On your flesh and mind
Branded, you’ll find
Your way back to me
Slave to my passion's decree
You’ll come to me
And I retreat
Enshrouded once more
In virgin layers
Of tradition
Of religion
Of philosophy
of reason and understanding
Biding my time
when sensuality sublime
calls me
to bloom in her red flame
Eileen
He makes me see in color
when I’m enshrouded in my grey.
His hues of happiness twirl and dance
and my life takes on a different stance.
~~~Beauty birthed in blessings believed~~~
He gifts to me...
reassurance in reality’s revelations!
His color blind eyes
make my truth blind ones see...
My words are wonderfully wise
Passionately poignant
Honestly heartwarming
Sensually scintillating
Oh la la lacious…simply delicious
vibrantly colored in vivacious!!!
These are the word colors
he mixes on my page’s palette
with his own signature artistry.
He embellishes the plain canvas of my mind
a kaleidoscope revelry….I see
This color blind poet,
this mentoring friend
is a man who carries a name
which says it all...
Lamoureux: the one who loves
He's a lover of colors he cannot see
because he’s gifted them...
He’s gifted them all
to me
Eileen Manassian Ghali
For Richard Lamoureux's Contest
Who Do You Think I am
September 26, 2015
You paint your pictures, on the canvas of my mind.
Ebbing and flowing, as your thoughts become released.
Texture and color, are displayed with every line.....
From another poem
If I could see in color.....
Richard Lamoureux
Note:***This poem is meant to be read from the bottom to the top, left to right
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Never Again
and you remain—
For the World has gone from me and fled
The stairway of my mind shall never end
I accept the fate with the grinning dead
Hello again demons, hello friends
I remain
Alas! I fall and I am done
Tell me where have you fled, my love, my friend?
For a moment I gaze upon the sun
Here I am on earth again
1 Stair Remains
Why can’t I be free?
Tell me, why aren’t they looking at thee?
Why are they looking at me?
2 Stairs Remain
The garments of comfort I long to wear
Knowing in my heart that I’ll never win
I skip that grimy third stair
Like most of my life has been
3 Stairs Remain
Though my infected feet leave bloodstains
I can’t release even a single tear
The poisons encompass my river of veins
I step on thorns of wrath and fear
Enshrouded with pain!
4 Stairs Remain
Oh, how am I to survive?
Relieve me from this ever-fixed sadness
Why can’t you just be alive?
Cease this madness!
5 Stairs Remain
As you breathe your very last breath
The devilish fiends laugh at me
They are blaming me for your death
The deaths of the masses are calling me
6 Stairs Remain
The carcasses you feed upon are glaring
Oh! vulturous world so full of greed
When everyone is staring
God, redeem me!
I just can’t succeed
7 Stairs Remain
Of other fiendish sins
And I feel the shivers
Drowned by the turbulent wind
My stale breath quivers
8 Stairs Remain
Though we all aren’t free
They laugh below in the hole where I fell
The demons are haunting, taunting me
Alone I wander blindly out of hell
9 Stairs Remain
And my will is close to gone…
The stairway continues on
Forever hungry, forever stale
I toil through death’s dark vale
10 Stairs Remain
Why can’t we be free?
My resistance is nearly gone
The wretches are watching, stalking me
I’m too exhausted to move on
Mist rolls through silently, ghost in the trees.
The near field glistens; the far fades away.
Spring creates longing on days such as these;
Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say.
The near field glistens; the far fades away,
formless and shifting, as far as one sees.
All is enshrouded and cloaked in the gray.
Spring creates longing on days such as these;
waiting for sunshine to come out and play,
water drops shelter, avoiding the freeze.
Winter’s advancing, has nothing to say,
intruding so rudely, quite ill at ease,
seeks no permission, intending to stay.
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A Trimeric, with A:B:C:D B:x:x C:x:x D:x:x. There are no rhyming or syllable requirements
Skies sparkled with snow diamonds drifting through
the magic that surrounded the effervescent darkness.
The tulle breath of the forest spirited the moonglow
in a spritely capricious demeanor and addressed me as
… it spoke …
of the curious sounds seeping from the lavender mist.
Moon and stars joined to illustrate a tale of strength
behind the human laws of moral theory and bid me
… harken ...
for in their story was buried the essence
of the earthborn plight to live, to love, to hope,
and to ascend the sangria stones of immortality.
As the moon opened and began to spill,
… I listened …
offended by the grape and Tyrian wafts
of desire, hatred, indulgence, and greed.
My silvery tears rolled violet down my cheeks
illuminating the raisin-hued darkness.
Sadness washed over me with sparkly specks
of magenta moon dust manifesting through lacy clouds.
As dawn crept in, it brandished the cold, corrupted,
hateful thoughts and spread its orchid enchantment.
Beauteous shades of periwinkle enshrouded the sky
… and sang …
You come in search of love back to the tomb
Beneath the Weeping Willow tree it lies
The place where last you lips brought me to bloom
Where flame of passion danced in brilliant eyes
This very spot is where you buried love
For great was need to soar to other climes
and so you took to wing and flew above
Entombed was I, enshrouded in your rhymes
My broken heart would not be laid to rest
In sepulcher serene, it faintly beat
Believing that someday you’d end the quest
And make your way back here my heart to greet
By Ancient Tomb of Bloom I hear your sigh
Remorse for broken vows you now confess
You turn your face with pain to silent sky
And then you hear the rustle of my dress
Out from behind the Weeping Willow tree
Where I have waited, longing for this day
I stand before you, resurrected- free
With trembling heart, you hear me softly say:
“You’ve come back to this sacred burial ground
Where our love breathed its last to let you fly
And now you see me here; to you I’m bound
...Make love to me, for true love cannot die."
You ravish me, on Tomb of Ancient Bloom
The fragrance of my rose perfumes the air
You press me close and place in hand a plume
“Immortalize with words our love in prayer.”
For Justin Bordner's Tomb of Ancient Bloom Contest
February 20, 2016
CITADEL AND CONSTELLATIONS
The green leaves in rugged moans;
The tall bushes in rumbling groans;
The roofs train creaks-- their fugue
blow cobwebs hugging branches below,
such are precursors inviting darkness lair
for stormy clouds before crowd the days.
Yellow horizon seem unreachable honey
as in my life's ocean, balloon billows I bear.
I-- surged in every swell to skirt yet still
lashing waves dashed pushing me sometimes to despair.
Again, cataclysm walk unheralded casting loose
my arms lift upon the glimmer of silver lining from afar
somber shadows enshrouded me in a mist of struggles.
Ounce of strength I have, I try to juggle and juggle
yet, curses fell from hearts and lips parched of love.
All these came, one and all --
the flowing light has flickered flash and gone
but beyond all these you stood -- my sentinel...
You hushed the bad constellations hanging 'round my world
like a lighthouse guiding a lost ship to his home.
Yes! You are my beacon, a promontory amidst
cyclic onslaught brambles and chameleons,
a rock to cling in the wind's creeping fury,
Staunch and firm, my ñhero fighting the torrential
cascade of tirades and reproaches: MY CITADEL. . .
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©O.E. Guillermo
06:37 pm, February 24, 2015
Lyrics based on “The Poet And I” by Frank Mills
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(Lyrics start after a 15 secs intro.)
Please, it's important to follow the music; thank you.
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‘I love you’ she softly whispered.
Her hand lay limply in mine.
Then, she left in silence as the evening turned into night.
She left me alone with heartbreak.
There was no point of return.
Then, she crossed the water as the evening turned into night.
Since then I have lived with my sadness...the ache of longing won’t cease.
I belong to the darkness; the wind has lost its voice.
Memories....
Tears welled up...
Her hand lay limply in mine.
Then, she left in silence as the evening turned into night.
She left me alone with heartbreak.
There was no point of return.
Then, she crossed the water as the evening turned into night.
Since then I have lived with my sadness...the ache of longing won’t cease.
I belong to the darkness; the wind has lost its voice.
Memories....
Tears welled up...
There was no point of return.
Slowly she departed, mist enshrouded, slipped out of sight.
Then, she crossed the water as the evening turned into night.
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© 24th January 2017
Thank you Sweet Lord
For this wonderful day
The comfort I slept in
The bed where I lay
My faith in my waking
Was never in doubt
Your Love in abundance
I’m never without
I’ve lived on the edge
In my thoughts and my deeds
But each time I fall Lord
You fulfil my needs
I know I’m not perfect
Not even that close
But know in my heart
That I love you the most
You’ve lovingly made me
From nothing but dust
To live among nature
To bathe in your trust
I fail in my goals Lord
I’m often so wrong
But my faith in your Saviour
Is righteous and strong
I cry and I argue
As misdeeds come my way
Bewilderment, sadness
Extremes of dismay
But time heals all wounds
And you’ve never as yet
Burdened my soul
With more than regret
Money and power
The chains that men wear
Evil incarnate
The emblem they wear
The Heavens seem broken
Hell’s taking its toll
I wish I could help Lord
Mankind find his soul
The wings of the Angels
Too heavy for carriage
Set loose from loves cradle
An eniquitous marriage
Find favour in hatred
In Evil find rapture
While the souls of the living
They wantonly capture
Does the fate found in Fatima
Herald our ending
Or is it a portent
That mankind is bending
To the will of the Devil
Corruption and vice
Can you feel mans compassion
Enshrouded in Ice
Oh! What will it take
For to open our eyes
To see through the Evil
This fabric of lies
Come! Lend us your wisdom
Help us see past our fears
Your wonderous truth
Let it wipe dry our tears
The paths that I followed
Far too often misled
To stray from your side Lord
Is the fear that I dread
I yearn for my children
In a world I don’t know
And I’ll Cry and I’ll Pray
For the sweet seeds they’ll sow
moon peers from heaven
shrouds of light clouds obscure not
his curious view
romantic couple
strolling along moonlit path
love's peace enshrouded
cautious eyes uplift
shadow darkens moonlit face
bunny burrows deep
precision vision
owl in a moonbeam races
dinner escaping
couple's hushed visions
awed sighs beneath desert skies
eyes beholding peace
Blue__ Aeons past when chaos raged, with acrid SMELLS and YELLOW flames,
Explosions cast the moon from earths embrace.
Blue__ Skies will fade as eventide SHOWS SILVER rays
Cascading from moons mirrored light.
Blue__ Oceans roaring SOUND of waves, where on their crests
WHITE horses chase those turning tides.
Blue__ FEELINGS seem to emanate, from where deep COBALT shadows creep,
And melancholy hides behind her changing face.
Blue__ Glows the moon when she is veiled, enshrouded by volcanic ash,
A bitter TASTE of smoke from molten lava's SCARLET flames.
( smell, yellow, show, silver, sound, white, feelings, cobalt, taste, scarlet )
As moonlight dances with the rites of spring, sweet smells of yellow daffodils,
Will float upon the evening's breeze.
While moon herself, will fly across the stars at night with grace,
And show her silver face, beguilingly on heaven's stage.
Pale moon is queen and rules our waves, she ebbs then flows white surf on tides,
The sound of paradise sublime.
Good feelings rise when she shows where, her light will steer lost souls at night,
Until deep cobalt skies once more appear.
Unbidden moon of scarlet tastes would lengthen Holy Lenten days,
Unless outcast, this Belewe moon she will BETRAY.
10 / 22 / 2015.
Peering out my bedroom window,
alarm clock's beeping time away.
although the hour's ticking on
time has stopped; forever gone...
a burning torch has lit the sky
field mice toil through cedar pine
a parrot tidies up her nest
hatchlings clamor at her breast.
In my mind, I've drifted off
to places where "old" time can't go.
I daydream here and stay a spell
however long, I could not tell...
enshrouded in a cloud of dust,
streetlamps warm sand flies.
rain clouds slip behind the moon.
tree frogs croak in tune.
I can't remember where I went
or how long I'd been gone.
but here, I'll linger knowing I'm
just fond of wasting time...
Consumed under infinite sunless night;
Its uncountable fixed flickering stars,
With tendrils tender love and a lullaby,
Mid quiet indulgent heaven, it dost sings.
Swell of explosive unsated love seeks
Warm wisp embrace, of thy intimate whole.
The merit fragrant scent of thy utter love
Awakes a wanderer of mine emboldened heart.
Thy presence summons by mine fervor love.
Waves melt upon lips of ours sweet ayre, whilst
Painting gentle and slow on the palette
Of own fitful quenching passionate heartbeat.
Thee complete me in dreams of harmony,
As we dance in choral gracefulness whilst we
Grow in shimmering reflections enshrouded
In the darkness of flickering of moonlight.
Dreams poetically fulfilled.
2/25/2020