Best Pillars Poems
"Between the Pillars of Black and White"
You sit alone in your power
between the pillars of
black and white
holding your book in hand
The words are your keys
not the mind of some libertine
an interventionist morai fate
twisting and calling dead dreams forward
Your scattered thoughts
captured in a glowing glass wall
Light prisms seen every once-in-a-while
like Halley's Comet, at least a fallen star
There you are, playing cards
gambling time away
playing with fire, fingers tap and smoulder
a risk from the start
God Love
lives bruised in your heart
calling you to leave your seat and stand
Walk forward towards the other
Truth stands firm in Trust
holds no fear free falling towards you
in the courage of Love
Chaos is seen through the steam on a mirror
S.O.A.K.
Joy smiles in her bubble bath
Sees him on the other side writing words
passing the keys white doves and feathers
He makes her laugh
when the burns are hard
winning a Life with charm
he holds his hand out
And says,
"No more harm"
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
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hanging bridge
pillars at the end
must be strong
He watches and wait,
the prey unaware of his gaze
But he hungers no longer for flesh
He chases after the spirit of the wind ...
White Wolf in the snow blend,
and alongside him is D. White his friend
White by White,
two pillars of snow frost
Unmelted friendship
Together in the winter forest,
they observe the evergreens forever rising
And with boundless joy,
they pursue the spirit of the wind again
White Wolf leaping ...
airborne in ecstasy
D. White leaping high as well
Poet friends of the forests, on the muse chase together,
following the spirit of the poets trail
A tribute to my two talented beloved poet friends,
White Wolf and Darren White
Crumble
brothels sprout
flesh peddlers collect their fees
selling daughters
in twos and threes
Lopez or Diaz
lazy or defiant
escaped
in polluted lagoons
the virus spreads
Dancing with the dead
priests absolve the devils
in their mist
Pilar sold her virginity
for a few bars of gold
wrapped in an old ladies hatred
she murdered her vows
Mexico is a land of smiles
the knife only glints
in the Aztec sun
as they bury you
after eating your heart
America's gems
Indigenous skyscrapers
Red sculptures of old
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The three pillars
of pros- perity
are peace forgive-
ness and love.
Why else would
the olive branch
have been brought
back by the dove.
Priv- ileges fall
with comp- lacency
like sand from
the hand. Take
noth- ing for
grant- ed, not
even dry land.
Any thing you
build in this
life will crumble
to the ground.
Un- less your
three pillars of
pros- perity are
struct- urally sound
As I walk in I shall l fall, but I hope you know I have not yet given my all. My mistakes are
as well written. So as I bow here before you ,all I ask is one more chance the pillars of
the church shall hold me up, through storms and pain less spoken of. Just ill be forgive
for thing' s less said undone
Fallen Pillars
Palpitating quietly in my Gaza,
with nothing left to hold your attention,
as the maidens of this world vanish like morning mist,
leaving me in this vast echo chamber.
My expectations return in tears, watching my treasures heaped in ruins,
kingdoms torn, with not one stone left upon another,
while I sift through the bones of those who owe no grave a burial.
Conquered without mercy,
made a spectacle for fortune hunters,
who trade my penury for wealth
and profit from their crocodile tears.
My people, scattered among the nations,
shall surely worship me in Jerusalem.
RAMADAN
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@Clempoetry
The strongest den, most beautiful place, unbreakable bond s and each others strength.
Beautiful memories wrapped and treasured.
Yes, family is the most beautiful gift one can ever get.
If we pay little attention, if we do our bit,
Those little flaws and creeks can be easily fixed.
Refurbishing isn't all that difficult!
All we need is sincere unbiased maturity.
Love creates happy families and happy families are always contented. Contentment creates happy surrounding...... A happy world!!
A sweet little family.
Parents and their chicklings.
Every nook and corner enjoyed their chuckling.
Happiness kept the house twinkling.
Understanding and love enthralling.
Their bond, strong and Sterling.
Knotted together like a wind chime, always jingling.
Siblings grew up and family started expanding.
Why love and faith started shrivelling?
Why their bond started ravelling?
Why each others presence became galling?
Why it's nothing more than gaioling?
Parents started shattering.
They had invested their life in knitting and bejewelling.
Their cubs had started fighting and rebelling!
None had the courage of analysing and addressing.
Strongly entwined, then why this disentangling!
New members take time in adjusting and accepting.
Why siblings lose their understanding?
Relations do not deserve fraying.
Rekindle, start sewing!
Family is a place where every one is happy, contented and smiling.
Imagination is the river
that guides the quill.
Dreams the sailing ship
that unleashes the voyage
through the pages of a poets mind.
To write is to find
the meaning of love.
Where beauty opens the gate,
to a never ending yellow brick road
Of human emotion.
For that is what we seek.
The pen can create gods
and mortal frailty.
Sunshine is the span of life,
darkness is forever
and within these letters
we find immortality.
Beauty is found in pain
hope is an emerald sea,
envy comes from Oscar’s words
and belief becomes a prejudice.
The pen will drown your epitaph
for the Cyclops knows his destiny
Words can be a jigsaw of fears,
Or a rose sculptured in the heart.
All belong to confession,
trapped in the confetti of poems
which hide behind a harlequin mask
though a poets heart,
is for all to see
The tall coconut trees
Resemble pillars
Erected like lamp poles
Spred like umbrellas
Stand in a row
Towering above the equatorial sea shore
Welcoming tourists
Applauding the coming back of the fishermen
Dancing in the dusk and moonlight
Amidst the disco music of the sea
Have long forgotten the strike of Tsunami
We stand still as stone, hold our shape over time
Watchers of the mosque, we watch as masks walk
Each passing stride a new universe of re-re-redesign
Every step under us, on the same curve of cold rock
Carved from the whole, statues with earth-turning toes
Clay feet on a cobbled road, yet we continue
Seeing the still-captured unease of being alone
Static herd, sighing hive, we eye worlds within you
Still, we'll spill your secrets when a wrong wind hits us
Whether from heaven's breath or heathen sent
Neither faith nor time nor bombs colliding play favorites,
All of it razes all of us, to a gatherless disorientation
Mere dust, trading memories of your faces from the belly of what's left,
The plastic bottle; an eternal hourglass, immune to time’s theft
The turbulence of a tube in a rusted bowl is akin to a striped sky. Acronyms are quite quick to jump over a lake at dawn. And districts discussed dominatrix in an iron ball. Cavitation clapping in a vest that is pink. And five hundred lemons laid out bare. Interesting how a slug does have no flippers in a watery drift. And a biscuit melting in a cup. Bits. Misused. Miscellaneous page of itemised devolution. Require no more. Thirst is a barrel. And a barrel in a chest. Young. Factions form filled. Gone gone gone. In a honey comb drip. Good. Exemplorary examples. Hahahaha beer bread. Hahahaha fortification fortified fries with forks swinging. *** parliamentary z
Imagination is the river
that guides the quill.
Dreams the sailing ship
that unleashes the voyage
through the pages of
a poets mind.
To write is to find
the meaning of love.
Where beauty opens the gate,
to a never ending yellow brick road
Of human emotion.
for that is what we seek
The pen can create gods
and mortal frailty.
Sunshine is the span of life,
the darkness is forever
and within these letters
we find immortality.
The candle burns when sanity sleeps
authors are laid fallow
when the desert refuses to create.
Scribbling among the midnight ghouls
caught in the faith of their conviction.
Love is the demon when curtains close
and the rose a symbol
Of what might have been.
Whiskey is the oil for some
that guides the brush.
For love is their canvass,
the bleeding soul their paint
and only the heart knows
the colour of these falling tears.
For when the bottle is empty
when the heart can take no more.
Our soul bleeds over the page
solace comes from tomorrow
and our insanity will take its place
Beauty is found in pain
hope is an emerald sea,
envy comes from Oscar’s words
and belief becomes a prejudice.
The pen will drown your epitaph
for the Cyclops knows his destiny
The poets of the world
so sweet is your fruit.
yet you remain anonymous
for life is but a dream.
Words are a jigsaw of fears,
a confession trapped
in the confetti of poems
Which you shout to the world
all judged in the courts of obscurity.
The book is now written
all have prostituted their existence
the devil has been cleansed
This sweet apple has been examined
The fruit has turned into despair.
Whiskey has turned to wine
the ark of life belongs to silence,
this gallery has no visitors.
So stay drunk in your bed tonight
Words are best left in dreams
and be glad that your life
will dissolve into obscurity.
These are the final words of life,
for the poet has no such luxury
our pain is for all to see.