Best Lores Poems
I that have seen such beauty
fallen beneath its gleam
rejected my life’s duty
to wade thus in its stream
Saturating me with love
bathed in moon’s reflection
naught more for me to dream of
drown me your affection
With our true hearts united
stare into love’s abyss
night dreams felt unrequited
are thus found with first kiss
Passion’s torch does scorch the sun
red molten flow in veins
as we two become as one
unbridled, fallen reins
Sacrosanct are our love nights
life’s sweet joys soar with you
without your touch, nothing’s right
next tryst now overdue
Stoke my love and lustful sate
lure me your siren song
wooing whirlwind perfect fate
where pulse and pleasures throng
We shall meet under moonlight
join true hearts in one fire
kiss in love’s sweet depths all night
meld into deep desire
We’ll sail ‘cross life’s open seas
explore each others’ shores
casting caution to the breeze
re-writing romance lores
Love’s paradise we’ll not miss
destiny sends us there
living life with blushing bliss
heaven for us to share
Rapture’s mine, your eyes starshine
your light does kiss my soul
intervention our’s Divine
in ecstasy extol
Robert Lindley and Susan Ashley
(a collaboration)
June 8, 2018
*Providence* - a manifestation of divine care or direction -
Poet’s Note: When my talented friend Robert, found and presented to me his lovely poem fragment, from long ago (the first stanza), and asked if I would be interested in writing a collaborative poem with him, I said ‘Yes’! In the moment of reading his tender words, I was inspired.. and honored and humbled, by his generous and kindhearted offer to finish this poem with him through our creative cooperation. It was my great pleasure and a tremendous poetic experience for me to create and write with Robert, a fine poet of such high caliber who just so happens to be my esteemed friend as well. Robert, you made my first collaboration a pure joy and our friendship and partnership in poetry is cherished.
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percivals Promise!?
I am what others didn't want to know
I went where others feared to go.
My training in violence was nothing new,
But I did well what they were afraid to do.
I don't hate those who refused to go
I did it for my country, not for show.
An eternal loneliness beyond the pale
Was my certain reward should I fail.
I have seen terror's deathly face
And feared to go, but kept the pace,
Enwrapped in the cold sting of fear
I fought for buddies and those I hold dear.
I've known sweet love and a moment's kiss
And wished for all the world I could stay with this.
But I was committed and I knew my lot
To live out death and dangers best forgot.
Shrouded deep in the stink of death
I've cried aloud and tried to catch my breath,
While my soul screamed out to God where I'd been
To just once more escape the living pain, again.
Going where others wouldn't go
Knowing what others wouldn't know,
I am the stuff of legends and lores
I am a veteran of my nation's wars.
I ask only a moment of your day.
A moment of silence out of the way,
Ask only that you honor the debt
Of freedom bought: don't forget.
by E. Marshall Evans
propaganda
I'm no panda
not even Chinese
no name calling please
forget all the wars
bury all the lores
we all belong to the Earth
together give it new birth
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percival's Promise!?
The door slams on our faces
And shuts out our beauties, boasts and brains
Out there are bubbly buds tended with keen hands
That knew not any of our lures and lores
The wells of hope we thought of drawing from
Suddenly shut up its springs from us
The smiling cabin crew in line of duty
Ever playing hosts and toasts to welcomes
Now their dreadest fears embrace
Our buddies that planned to beat time
Suddenly had time outrun them to the finishing line
The pulpit man takes his turn to meet with his sermon
The shopper picks up an unbargained item in her cart
The family that had thought of a quick reunion
Suddenly had it postponed till afterlife
The goodbyes of breadwinners at the tarmac
Turns out as the last and final one
None death dared to rever
Not even for the love we shared
In The House Of Dengbej
Three sisters sit
Each in crimson velvet
And veiled hair.
Relate tales
Of interracial love.
Of Armenian Boys and Kurdish Gals.
This is a town of
Cobbled streets and redbrick houses of the ancient Lore.
Diyarbakir, Sur.
Fidus Achates: an Armenian gal and a Kurdish girl
Are no more. The ghosts of the Armenians; translucent
Still linger on the mud walls.
Poplar trees cast melancholy shadows
Over the last remaining residents
Mostly Kurdish
Soon to join the ghosts of the Armenians?
Still the guerrilla resistance continues.
Behind the soiled curtains of white lace.
Death is a banality. Blood spills on baked soil
Daily.
Freedom is a distant land to be conquered.
Wine making and relating tales of ancient lores
And the allure. Lured the youth to Sur.
The House of Dengbej in Sur.
Finest stories are spun like sugar
And spread from tongue to tongue.
* Sur was once a very cosmopolitan town with a harmonious community. It is now a town of bitter conflict between the Turks and Kurdish.
This madness This madness
This curse
The plague of digital fame
The first to post
The next big thang
Violence as recreation
The demise of education
The end of creation
The last breath taken
Joy in death
The crowd roars
Joy in self promotion
A life left to lores
To all who have fallen
At the hands of complicity
To youth not realized
To a light for every corner
Here's my heart, my tears
All for you Amy Joyner
The soul is but a vast ocean of vigilance
Streaming with incresent colours towards life
Infinite within its parhelion possibilities
Relentlessly searching, betwixt the everflowing tides
Whereupon all things approach these providential probabilities
Of endlessly prolific visions thus beheld
Within the grasp of pristine pictures brushed and painted
Afore the overtures tubular bells; now sounding
Strewn, beneath the curatives silverish moon
Sirventes tunes, born, within fascinations bloom
These meant to be rhymes, amid Dorothy Gales times
Over somewheres prized amphoric rainbow
Arched imaginations, of fantasias floriferous creations
Breathing their pollinating light, within every breath that they breathe
Escaping the carcinogen caverns through torchbeared passages
Beyond the flesh rent falls and encumbering shawls
Carved crude, these animus meshed jackets
Encased within the chamber once laced
Unto broken bricks of concretes chained
Like Percivals plight....
Unmentioned between the lores, this wondering upon metaphoric shores
While barricaded by the calibrated stone engraved
Until antinomy could devise no more; yet
"If all we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream?"
Scream, and shatter these williwaws window panes
Awakening, beyond their oblique orbs of obscurities, void
To find 'The Holy Grail,' amid incarnadines blinding night
This veil removed, as clarity becomes now focused
Stepping from the shadows of the corners once webbed
Crossing, these sunsoaked sands of sunrises preached
With reaching hands, to touch the braille upon windings trails
Which only led back to the same gruesome pangs
Of a souls once upon a times, bound in maimed
Reading the writings on the wall, as cascading waters broke
The pinnacle of lost, tumbling and crashing to the reef
Belief, of a life breaking free from the dampened day
When faith became submerged beneath the assailant currents of
Hopes castaway possibilities....
Branded into their eyes, by the father of disguise
But no more as the clock struck three, and inversion, began to flee
Awakening from a dream, where nothing, was what it seemed
Dorothy Gales amphoric rainbow, draped upon a cross ~
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Percival's Promise!?
My world with darkness wrought,
my mind feuding over sane thought.
Out of the dark hole into which I stare
the abyss replies with a glare.
Yet I feel no sorrow nor fear.
I feel nothing, I shed no tear
for the emotions I once possessed
are now far removed from my heart’s crest.
My blood boils with resignation
and my nerves are without sensation.
Regret and shame are strange and foreign.
Anger and sorrow give no words nor grin.
Joy has forsaken my spirit.
As for hope, there is none to interpret.
What remains of my soul is all
but faith refusing to fall.
Memories are shadows of the past along
shared with people long since gone.
Yet their ghosts haunt the corridors
of every corner of dusk’s lores.
The future’s sun scorches, uncaring,
all hopes for a happy ending.
So let me die, let me be.
Set me free…
Myths, legends, lores, mystify the velvet
Red milk of grief flows around my hut.
The chariot beckons me home,
Its speed; light knows!
I linger onto the Eagle velvet
Shall I walk in the desert?
Bear this cold for long?
This chariot; a patient rider,
Awaits me on the banks of the Mississippi,
I battle my gain for the velvet,
The chariot; a good one
Eagle velvet; a sibyl
The sibyl, my Arwen.
My wet loin; a fine tunic,
I wander to wonder the velvet
Authority regained! Home, home, the chariot
Through the Eiffel tower;
Down the banks of Thames,
Into the Nile.
Shall I say it be a dream?
Vision or trance? I bemoan
Yet, it let's me down!
I wait gladly for its return...
The wind blew her locks, as she stared down the road.
Sending my beats in commotion, there she stood.
Her lovely sight gazing at the sparrow chirping beside.
How I wish, I could be a shade to let her frown fade.
Her laughter brightening the falling sands of my day.
Glowing as a dream, one that could make me sleep all life.
Chilling my soul amidst the warmth of Indian summer.
Fragrant as the lilies of eden, there she stood.
My conscience searches my soul, as I move forward.
Determined to speak my heart, loud as thunders in East bay.
Shaking in the tranquility of love, mesmerised in charms.
She paced forwards as I froze with dread of a loss.
Wondering of the tale, venerance felt for those lively eyes.
The zittern in me played loud, as plectrum paced gracefully.
No cupid with redolent lores on darts and the dream broke.
I stood at the altar of shattered hopes.. Next night as i dozed
There she stood..
Past harks out in chirp, those sad lores
that have dried tears wrapped in autumn leaves
hopes and aspirations raped till blue
grief taped tight like glue.
Years went in events failed
in wounds ,salty fingers railed
everything tried
eventually cried.
Now is no better
just got a broken one
and a bone setter
cracked three
as I tried
the jump,
did I crash
with a thump
that I did
did not matter
I won
a gold
in my hold
did ..!
This day and this hour
seems like I pay well for
what I do win
with hard work or sin
with perspire or grime
but it is not all lime.
Dunno what holds in dark
is there any spark
away from the bloody stark
there is that green park
where I sit and ponder
eyes going yonder
did I not do enough running
should I not stop gunning
let the targets walk
let them stalk
you run
as a shadow
and let them follow
like sun.
"My soul ceases to stroll ~
in the ruffled leaves of lotus letters,
whose paper sun
has never surfed to your seabeds..."
~ quote by the poet.
Say, I'll be the saviour-spell
...for your champagne stars, sinking
in eyes eclipsed by cupid
where orphans of daylight, dwell
when I am nothing... but pain
a puppet princess, dethroned
I dream to be your heartbeat
...pearled in peace periwinkles
when poetry is Psyche
...freckled in my fogged marrow
and petals fall, pulse by pulse
ink me feathered, in grape-golds
if the hydra hymns forget
to breathe my name in silence
O' love, I'll bask ~ laced with lores
healed in you...like a poem
....And we knew that life was not our own ?
Kiss the sky her moon she waits; diamond formations
Pearly gates there is no verse to claim this dust: whence borne
Clarity, be visions his burnt ashes their macabre tis no phoenix rising
A theatrical tomb ? Ten thousand shores gathered aneath her sea; fantastical
Lotus lores where diablo sleeps: in hedges be six where time she creeps....
Shadows lurk of broken prose idyllic concessions, fragmented rhyme ? Phantom pages
Flaming tides leviathan swirls a swift reply ? Sickled cross the child awakes; crimson love her reaper, plays.