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Premium Member How Long Is Forever

The vision calls me once again against this restless night
in brilliant strata gems, in timeless dreams of light.
I close my ancient eyes, and there, so long ago 
I see the walls that rose above the eventide. 

For it was there where we scaled the lofty cliffs 
and breached the gates of a grand estate 
with rows of high arched windows, fine
and endless rooms of decadence in decline. 

His youth, his hair, flowed e’er alive, my heart revived
I followed in his footsteps as we ran among the heights.
Hidden memories we explored, abandoned dusty rooms
we fell into each other’s arms, dancing to a distant tune. 

Under the vast eternal sun, my heart was knit
in rapt kinship, time melted in his presence
our days divine, indelible design 
were carved for us and us alone.  

In random room we laid upon a wooden floor 
his strong limbs, my budding breasts
together we explored youth’s sparks
as thick as honey, blossoming to a fragrance. 

No other bliss could be like this, I now know
with mirrors in my mind of sunsets’ glow 
undimmed by time, I’ll ne’er forget...
...I open ancient eyes with honey on my lips.







Written on 1/20/2020

Aurora Spills

"Aurora Spills"


Aurora spills like a waterfall
light from the eyes 
saltwater tears
crocodilian
scaled in the weight of worth
a drop in the ocean of fate
breaks the seaweed fields of stories 
they wave her in 
rippling time away
fingertips dance mesmerising
the stinging strangers
wrapped around her legs
treading water in deep 
infested notions 
the coolness of 
irreverent nonchalance
romantic or not
pulls her under covers 
like warm blankets
heavy comfort 
calls the broken
floating towards 
the shabby matrix
new gates of life open
mirrors crack like eggs
the vision reflects 
both light and dark
demon and saint 
their remnants 
embers, still 
in the coldness 
of prickly gloaming 
like glow worm glen 
fireflies red and glowing
sparks ignite 
a rapturous bushfire 
from cinders
billy tea leaves overturned 
empty cups read 
the yolk of a heart 
never lies 
fried casually 
by the over easy
in shallow pans 
of poetry 
under microscopes
of blithe mordant critique 
minute shards of gold 
are slowly sifted 
from the flotsam dross
some wisdom found
in the muddy fertile mind 
shooting up 
from 6ft underground
like small green plants 
growing under rocks 
with centipedes and 
the petulant poison of spiders
in pink reflection
insurgence blooms 
war never waits
silently the Pandoras smile
understanding all and nothing
of a small life distended,
swelling love 
for that which was stolen
where bursting broken blue weeds
undo frozen jewels 
diamonds sharp for the cutting 
shiny words spells of insanity
delicious moments
melting time swallowed
spoken without voice 
listening to ghosts
scratching through walls 
where life floods
from glass boxes 
coffins of buried treasure
banished 
kaleidoscope colours
overgrowing

(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)



“The Lady in the Lake”/ Elysian Fields
https://youtu.be/IjX8xfZ7sg0


“Out of whose womb came the ice
And the hoary frost of heaven
Who hath gendered it
The waters are hid as with a stone
And the face of the deep is frozen”







LYRICS/ “The Lady in the Lake”, Elysian Fields
https://genius.com/Elysian-fields-lady-in-the-lake-lyrics

Premium Member Humbling Firmament

Between heaven and earth is so much more
You and I are for instance, but before
We were, there was and forever will be
The imprint of who will be you and me

Through closed eyelids rosy light glows warm
Swaying left and right in golden sundust swarm
My wheels so insignificantly leave prints in timeless
Everlasting sand, tossed in tides, boundless

In faraway blue green, a scaled-down ship
Moves motionless, on a never ending trip
And we, beneath a humbling firmament
See immense constellations with no end

We sit here silent, hand in hand meditating
How balance in this world, weighing
On us, harmonizes love and awe in us both
Reconciliation of life, we speak our silent oath

***

January 29, 2017


Premium Member Point of No Return

I swore that day, I'd never fall again
With tears of heartbreak dripping from my chin
A wall was built to keep intruders out
To insulate my heart in times of doubt
I thought the feeling died
Felt nothing deep inside
No one could hurt me, even if they tried

Buried in my heart beneath the pain
Beneath the bitterness, and loneliness, that remained
Slept a feeling that was buried long ago
Without the light of love for it to grow
I took it back from her
Forgot the way things were
But when I saw your smile, I felt it stir

The days went by, you put your smile on me
You scaled the wall, just wouldn't let me be
Then touched my heart with words tender and kind
And soon I saw the beauty of your mind
You came to me in dreams
Convinced it was a scheme
I tried to push you out of every scene

But while my eyes were closed, I saw your face
Two lovers in a passionate embrace
That feeling left for dead grew like a fire
My heart was racing, fueled by my desire
Baby you make me burn
My heart will never learn
I've drifted past the point of no return


   Daniel Turner

A Moment of Piety

Cliffs were sentinels reaching to the sky
Gulls chided my presence with loud decry
I scaled a hilltop to glimpse the sea
Piety washed in gentle waves over me
Never had I felt so humbled before,
watching fingers of foam fondle the shore



October 26, 2021
Bite Size Poem no24 Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Premium Member Our First Night

This Highland eagle
On his maiden flight
Atlantic ocean
Land in sight
 
His heart thumping
As he yearns for his dove
To share his life
Capture her love
 
This eagle has landed
Met with a kiss
The smile of two
Enchanted bliss
 
To his doves nest
The talk is sweet
Hearts on fire 
On their first meet
 
Doorway entered
Settled in
Couch they sit
Communication brings
 
They share a wine
A classic red
Eagle and dove
Romance is read
 
Music lovers
As they choose a song
In each others arms
It won't be long
 
Slow dance
Silhouette of two
Their minds embraced
Passions brew
 
Their hands on a mission
Clothes drift to the floor
Signals read
Amore
 
Together they sit
As their lips meet
This bed of beds
As their bodies greet
 
Undulations
Waves of love
This two lovebirds
Eagle and dove
 
Height's scaled
Heavens reached
Flow of love
Sweet like peach
 
Warm bodies
In breathless mode
This cage-less birds
On future's road
 
They lie together
True and right
My dove and i 
On our first night


http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/love.php


I knew I would find it somewhere

~

I drifted past the sunset
where horizons make their place
Imaginary lineage 
that artists love to trace

I saw the world illumined
in a shade of tangerine
Beyond the treelined silhouette
and shadows in between

I scaled a distant mountain
that was massive in its size
Where I could taste the altitude
amidst blueberry skies

When then I saw a sparrow
as it flitted on the wing
And followed it, just listening
in hopes that it would sing

It took me down a pathway,
round the bend and every turn
Then rested in an olive tree
beside a river fern

I bid farewell and strolled along,
directions heading west
For this I hoped would lead me too
my early morning quest

A squirrel danced above me 
in the branches of the trees,
A firefly then floated by,
like surfing on the breeze

I watched in endless wonder
as the world about me turned
Took little notes in scribbled thoughts
of all that I had learned

When up ahead I see a spark,
a tiny orb of gold
As half a day had come and gone,
if every truth be told

It seems I've found my treasure,
there it sits before my eyes
The one thing I've been searching for,
a beautiful sunrise


Good morning, Soupers

Premium Member Born Again


Written: by Miracle Man
9-5-2019

In stripling years,
I existed in the shadows.
God had given me reason,
Of Satan to dispose.

To change life’s direction,
I felt suddenly impelled.
But on my own, couldn’t break,
Sin’s chains that held.

Then at that moment,
Scaled eyes could see.
God had broken my chains,
And unveiled a new me.

Selected Poem Of The Day On 9-5-2019
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Premium Member The Great Conundrum


There is something about matter
that keeps me spellbound,
enamored to its most exquisite blooms,
oceans, forests and mountain streams.
It holds who I am, gives me shape
and form, a home, a place in which
this awareness within me 
can live out a life and from which
I have grown.

I am in awe of its compositions,
in love with its colors, perfumes
and sounds, the touch of warm skin
and the sweet taste of freshly 
harvested fruit. All is matter. 
It is a source of pleasure and joy 
and yet inflicts equal measure 
of suffering through loss and pain.

But what is matter 
when scaled down
to its essence….mere particles 
that can be smashed apart
to decay into ghostly spirals. 
Is this all I am, a quantum
equation at my core. Or is it
a Creator's gift, the stuff
born out of the act
of a conscious mind, eternal 
in some mysterious way.

And so it is with me,
beside the beloved river taking in
the last light of the day. 
Full of hope and doubt
I see this lovely world slowly
slipping away and wonder 
whether if this is all there is 
and nothing more
or will I awake from this dream
as I may have done so many
lifetimes before.

Inspired by A Mermaid - Waterhouse

mid song ~
    yet almost lost to longing
methods of the mundane 
            soothe no more

distance holds my gaze
  in ways that purge time
   but not infatuation
the intricacy of binding spells compels
  steals me back
    to last gasps
                    of ecstasy

     shimmers of tears clash 
  with murmurs still embedded in stone
     lapping waters draw me under
  until it is I that is too weak of will
        within your embrace
   I should expire
       entranced completely by desire

no lapsing thoughts
nor dread in swathes
a mystery scaled
in a myriad of ways
woken up and ushered in
retrieved from perpetuality of sin
by moving earth
and crashing wave
transfixed eternal
      by all the ways you save

The Final Journey

I know I’ve made a thousand journeys,
withstood the tests of time and foe
shed the dust and shouldered worries
struggled onward against the flow.

Unconforming, seldom bending
straight the path I ever took.
Challenge was my unending passion
contradiction I forsook.

I’ve battled tempests ‘fore and ‘hind me,
I’ve seen the devil at my heels.
Seldom knowing what lay before me
never knowing how respite feels.

I’ve seen the Valkyries and Forty Furies
their mazy circles in the sky,
taunting, haunting, ever daunting
beckoning from their aeries high.

I’ve crossed the searing sands of Gobi
and scaled Himalaya’s rocky tors,
badlands, wastelands all behind me,
walked upon the Seven shores.

I’ve gazed upon the Northern Lights
and seen the Southern Cross at sea.
I’ve traveled east and journeyed west,
no home or kindred claiming me.

No ebb of tide did succor bring me,
no place of solace ever found
but grappled fiercely all that challenged,
gaining purchase on the ground.

I rose against what life beset me
with courage the gruel for my soul,
hampered, harassed, never emptied,
firm and resolute toward my goal.

But it’s finished now, I’ve done my part
and I’ve left nothing uncompleted.
No looking back, no ruing thoughts
all my convictions undefeated. 

And now I’m on that final journey
through all meridians of time and space,
with hope to meet the God that gave me
aeonian fortitude to run the race.

© August, 2015

Premium Member The Truth Room

Come with me my Brother,
to a secret place where Light and Shadow line the face with fear and grace,
leave sophmoric style, wry smile and sly bile on the road of your forgotten mile,
sick sarcasm is the symptom of envy, a pet to your heart destroyer,
such artifice and malice have no language in this room of roasted dreams,

Enter through the damaged door, touch the destruction of vandals,
you have never been here before, where gold blood cuts the floor,
do you see how the walls move like squalls at our approach,
feel how they tell stories with the sensations of defeat, anxiety, impropriety,
in here we witness a collection of seperate yet synthesized segments of Self,
childhood torment, shallow manhood, virility limp as stolen victory,
underachievement, the underbelly of your arrogance, flacid like placid passion,

We journey further into this gallery of emotional gallows
smelt by the hurt of innumerable adavances
repelled by the demands of Quality,
you will writhe wildly
from the harrowing healing leeching into your concepts of self control,
graceful in absorbtion of Truth's attrition,
fruitless ambition shall now cling as cleaving contrition,
your face Brother, look long into the shimmer of sorrow become the old,
tattooed you are like a snake's skin checkered and beautiful
with scaled episodes of submission and aggression, dying to be Divine,
I want you to know that there is no exit of ease from this place Brother,
we trek within your very Soul,
this is the home and harbor of everything you've decided to be,
there are other rooms here, some of joy and some of strife,
but you leave not the Truth Room of your anger
until the Light finds no fault in your intention -

J.A.B.

Premium Member Love Defiled By Hate

She was a Capulet and he a Montague
Yet the moment their eyes locked, such great passion grew
Scaled her balcony, professions of love to croon
Juliet warned, “Swear not by the inconstant moon”

Forced to elope because of a family feud
Hidden love’s revelation they had to elude
When Romeo’s friend Mercutio, Tybalt slew
Romeo killed Tybalt and from their town withdrew

Her father sought to wed Juliet to a Count
The friar gave her a potion, a small amount
Upon finding Juliet seemingly lifeless
Parents placed her in a tomb in funeral dress

The plan went awry and both lovers met their fate
Tragedy born when love did not overcome hate



June 9, 2011
Written for Brian's "Up to Thee Max 14 Lines" contest

True Dragons

In mount caves of the West, rich of looted gold
Sleep scaled beasts of fiery breath and poisoned wings
But son, look to the Eastern seas and there behold –
The majestic and the true, the great Dragon Kings!

They ride trains of cloud through azure skies
Bringing rain to bless the wilting land
Through epochs they have climbed, the most wise
A thousand years clutched in one clawed hand. 

It is an orb of pearl that they have earned
Some say it fell from a blossoming heaven
The Imugi that catches it is to Dragon turned
Entrusted with power to guard kingdoms of men.

No wings do they need that flap and scare away;
For true kings don’t rely on anything but their might
They breathe not dark fires; their souls shan’t decay
Carving rivers and seas, they bring hope and light.

So son, you need not fear of the dragons in false lore
That fly through towns, destroying with fire and shade
Instead, watch for these emperors prevailing through yore
These are the true Dragons, and their lights never fade.


___

FYI: The dragons I am speaking of here are those from Eastern tales -- the Asians have always viewed dragons as benevolent creatures that bless and benefit mankind. Here's a link to a graphic pic to guide your imagination... http://www.mtv.com/movies/photos/d/dragon_wars_082807/dragon.jpg

Premium Member I'M Sorry My Love-An Almost Sonnet of My Deepest Admiration

Lying in the meadow on a long afternoon
I press soft against you and start to spoon,
but the lump at the base of your spine has now grown
(vestigial tail , I guess) presses hard against my places unknown,
so rolling you over and with gentle caress,
your yellow scaled elbow, I adore, I confess,
I trace the large bump on the end of your nose.
I just love the coarse hair and, how subtly it glows.
You sniffle so sweetly, as never ending it runs,
as of lipstick, thick mucous coats your lips, and you have need for none.
So I lie next to you, of your beauty I want more,
admiring your features, almost all I adore                ...only one I abhor.

So, though shallow I feel, it saddens me greatly to know I must leave you
for the one thing I hate, I'm sorry my dear but your eyes are      just      too      blue!


03/22/16

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