Best Goblet Poems
Bereft and alone since love was lost,
she sits in deep shadows
humming the same song
sipping claret from a Lismore goblet
Day and night, in silence she dwells
Time no longer sifts through an hourglass.
Heartache has cast a wicked spell
cursing her into a void of loneliness
She's drawn the drapes,
praying an eclipse will fill the abyss
into which she's fallen
Hoping it will swallow moonlight's glow
keeping it hidden from sight
Entombed as though in a sepulcher,
her insipid soul sits spiritless
on this night, cold and bleak
No spark of life can be roused
in her vacant eyes
as if blood no longer flows in her heart
Naught but darkness does she seek
Only that and to be left alone
away from pitiable stares
She sits in deep shadows
humming the same song
sipping claret from a Lismore goblet
??? ????
????? ?? ?? ??? ???? ????
??? ?? ????? ?? ??? ???? ????
???? ????? ??? ???? ??
??? ? ??? ???? ?? ???? ????
?? ?? ???? ????? ??? ?? ? ??
??? ????? ?? ???? ?? ?? ? ??
??? ?????? ?? ?? ? ?? ???
?? ??? ??? ?? ?? ??? ???? ????
??? ?? ???? ?? ??? ????? ???
??? ???? ?? ?? ?? ????? ???
???? ??? ???? ?? ??? ???
??? ??? ???? ?? ???? ????
????? ???? ?? ??? ????? ??
?? ?? ???? ??? ??? ?? ????? ??
?? ???? ???? ??? ????? ??
????? ??? ?? ?? ?? ???? ????
????? ???? ??? ?? ?? ???
???? ?? ?? ?? ??? ?? ?? ???
?? ??? ???? ? ??? ???? ???
???? ?? ??? ??? ???? ????
??? ???? ?????? ??? ?? ???
???? ?? ?????? ?? ???? ???
???? ??? ????? ?? ??? ???? ???
???? ?? ??? ???? ?????? ????
????????? ?????
?? ?????? ????
The Goblet of Desire
Saki! Come pour the wine in cups of yearning
My heart is bleeding, pour the goblet's blood,
The Tavern has its fame from your beguiling eyes
Your lovely eyes' intoxicant pour in the cup!
The flower garden is no match to steal my heart
Your face's flower petals are usurpers fine,
Your ruby lip so life-giving is spring of youth
The red ruby of life pour down upon my lips!
The flower petal rubs its breast upon the thorn
The eye-lashes of morning dew to prick the flowers veins,
The fingers of musicians do caress the spirit's harp
The heart of bottle open and fill up the veins with fire!
Lighted is the Tavern with the radiance of your face
You steal the heart with so much charm dear love,
A glance from you can stir the wine to dance,
Come pour till the morning the mixture that cures the heart!
The Tavern is a shelter for the heart which is afflicted
The burning heart and tearful eyes are precious,
The cries we have are those from the night of disappointment
To quench my thirst pour down a river running full of wine!
The Tavern is the realm reserved for hostages of sorrow
The cries are only translators of painfully sad nights,
The world of those who feel is such a sweet and lovely world
Whatever love you're carrying, pour everything right here!
Qasem Ghazanfar,
Translated from the Persian
by the author
~Love~
(Goblet)
Love is so wonderful
It's a gift from God
He shows us all His love
In everything around
So everyday
Embrace it
With
all
Your
Heart soul
Show
It
In
All
You
Do
'Cause love is the best.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
October.28.2016
-So now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; but the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 (NIV)
-“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only Son, that whoever believes in him should not perish but have eternal life.
John 3:16 (NIV)
~Author's Notes:
"The Goblet" is a poetry form or style created by Erich J. Goller.
~Love~
(Goblet)
Love is so wonderful
It's a gift from God
He shows us all His love
In everything around
So everyday
Embrace it
With
all
Your
Heart and
Show
It
In
All
You
Do
'Cause love is the best.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
March.24.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Goblet" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
It is awe, but another day of doing of non pleasure.
For the pleasurable is not of reach.
Yet, it is the unforbidden fruit of my work that yearns to speel out on
these pages of creation, of which I cannot reach.
For colored sketches would send them to their plot.
And I am but a loser in this untriumph novel of life.
No Nobleman to coo my nights of need.
Many of empty goblets to hide the night that is not to be spent.
So be it.
But then the pleasurable passion of a Nobleman nor a position of wealth
was never what it hast been said to be.
For is it just a dream within my imagination.
Yet I am but a boy?.
Neah, in thus life of passion and woos?.
It is that of the late nineteenth century yet I have been placed in a sixteenth century mind.
Awe, but thee is a Goblet and thou is a sward of time.
And to appease the sweet mind of thine innocents is to cut my own throat, for it is to be
pleasurable to abe beyond thus world of wretched time.
Awe, for the severed flesh beneath my chin is but a mere sting as the liquid of red
brilliance begins to seep.
For as I lie here in the warmth of my blood chills run through my body.
I begin to soil myself in a sense of my final satisfaction in thus life.
And as my sights fail I was to take a final glance at the greenery outside my window.
At last I have fallen fast asleep for a final time never to awaken.
How I shall miss my Goblet.
Copyright@3-2010 MaryM.McShirley/Kilker
~Love~
(Goblet)
Love is so wonderful
It's a gift from God
He shows us all His love
In everything around
So everyday
Embrace it
With
all
Your
Heart and
Show
It
In
All
You
Do
'Cause love is the best.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
January.07.2016
~Author's Notes:
"The Goblet" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
~Love~
(Goblet)
Love is so wonderful
It's a gift from God
He shows us all His love
In everything around
So everyday
Embrace it
With
all
Your
Heart and
Show
It
In
All
You
Do
'Cause Love is the best.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
June.05.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Goblet" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
Light shattered in the night,
pieces glittering, mocking my plight.
A smile that never ceased.
Such a mockery, all at ease.
Truth caged inside the mind.
Goblet in hand, full of wine.
A quiet taste that is, bittersweet.
Broken minds never weep.
Mind shattered, from time to time
Bit by bit, piece by piece.
A smile that lie
May be truer than truth that speaks
Emptied the goblet of bittersweet.
Take a deep breath, start weeping.
- Mikhail.
ps. The word "lie" has multiple meaning, think more about it.
Our goblet
We shall lay no longer in silent rest
Though whispered words, good-by;
As winter in its dark repose
Waits…
Till we drink our goblet dry
Still gaze with eyes that often see
And brush back your hair of gold,
For here wait all illusions held
When emotions hurry by
Now gone this day to twilight
Then after that to dark,
As recollections from our memories wait
Till we drink our goblet dry
By m.n.
[email protected]
I Knew
David J Walker
I
I knew a priest
Who blessed the best and
worst of us
Saying
Go in Peace
But leave your burdens here
II
I knew a man who bore
His chest
And cursed the heavy verse
That tore his breast
And left him overcome
With fear
III
I knew the sound of
Distant thunder
And feigned the smell
Of distant rain
In dry wonder
And long-deserted days
IV
I knew the phrase of
Remittance
The key to every golden door
And who so swore would
Join the banquet
And thirst no more for
Wine from the golden goblet
V
I knew a woman who
Foretold the fortunes
Of worried patrons
Who burned their aprons
And locked their doors
Vowing this time no more
VI
I knew the tales of
Reconciliation
Leaving the burdens
On the steps for the
Priests to sweep away
In the mornings after
VII
I knew life when
The sun was burning
Hot
In the midst of a
Lush garden
~Love~
(Goblet)
Love is so wonderful
It's a gift from God
He shows us all His love
In everything around
So everyday
Embrace it
With
all
Your
Heart soul
Show
It
In
All
You
Do
'Cause love is the best.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2011
May.19.2016
~Author's Notes:
The "Goblet" is a poetry style created by Erich J. Goller.
Muses heady impressions flowing
fires a torch of creative passions.
Wine and sweet music evokes lovely
unheard song of extreme imagery.
From the invisible goblet pours
into my brain rivers
of ideas.
Penned
by
my
poetic form.
Another series of
lines taken shape upon written page.
FILL MY GOBLET
Sun almost down on west horizon
showing dazzling shiny spectrum
on cerulean sky in rainbow hues
Twilight fades in dark shades
Forgotten past to repent or rue
melting in our mutual craving
deep dormant drowsy desire.
Thirst in eyes Thirst in mind
Quench thirst I am to exult
My sweetheart Fill my goblet
Bubbling blood Vision blurred
Feel throbbing wobbling heart
Tingling passion Lingering urge:
Floating dream sparkling in
Champagne whirling in
violent vortex
Flux n flush
form foam
surging oozing
in full goblet.
Be mine My Dear
Come closer
Fledged forever. Eternally together.
Love be sealed
on pressed lips
08/25/18
Edited on 05/19/20
'BRIAN'S CHOICE L' Contest by Brian Strand
To know that you know, shakes fragile ground
under what's unanswerable
crying out for the answers
to why this—that occurs
we bridge the gap with
a mythical
solution
put in
charge
here
there
ceding control
to omniscient servitude.
We know we can't master storms nor fate
nor read the grammar of seasons.
So we summon intention
to order the chaos
from the know-it-all
we put in charge,
we can name,
blame and
damn
as
cause
for all the gaps
in our shortfall of knowings.
We see how causes fail, fall away
as our knowledge and learning grows.
With the mystical dwindling
to explain, it recedes
into the background
left to beliefs
held by faiths
yearning
to
be
made
a whole being
spiritually complete.
Kings drained the goblet
silver and pearlescent.
A sweet odour drifted
coiling heavenward
to feathered cloud spires
where ancient muses chanted
in tongues of mystery
and offered blessed words
inscribed on filigree parchment
engraved with magic images
worthy of few mortals.