Best Scry Poems
“Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo”
"Black and White ain’t colour," he says
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
"A person shows their true colours -
Black and White"
"Colour is very Black and White", she says
Dark and Light
Black and White
Celluloid is two dimensional
Dark and Light
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
Celluloid is two dimensional
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Mirrors another dimension entirely…
She moves out of Time, Arrested development
What dimensions exist in the mind?
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
She moves out of time, Arrested development
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Remove all full stops and brackets, Freedom wins in rhyme
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Scry with water, light reflection waves in a dark room
Ghosts in the mirror now walk in, in Time and tune
Another life ripples in Time and blooms
Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo in Runes
Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018
“In Music, an Intermezzo in the most general sense, is a composition which fits between other musical or dramatic entities, such as acts of a play or movements of a larger musical work.”
"The face is the mirror of the mind, and eyes without speaking confess the secrets of the heart."
St Jerome
1. "Gentlemen Take Polaroids", Japan.
https://genius.com/Japan-gentlemen-take-polaroids-lyrics
2. Runes
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Runes
3. "Our Secret Garden", Peter Murphy
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uJUQ0ncDcs
Categories:
scry, dark, imagery, light,
Form:
Pantoum
Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul locked within a glorious bronze mirror,
Cleopatra and her Maid in a bond unbroken.
Time passes in silence as deep as the unbroken
promise of endless wisdom, gifted by the Magpie.
whose caws the Maid hears, within the depths of the mirror,
calls to the Queen, her Cleopatra, to her soul.
Magpie speaks to She on the Eastern Barge in the afterlife of death,
and to her Maid entombed. The sacred bird so near scrys.
The Magpie sits within oasis staring into the pool. It scrys
for all this time, its vigil, its protection, never broken.
Even when the sarcophagus is carried to the necropolis of the dead,
without, unknown, the bird speaks wisely through reflection, her Magpie.
Entombed, his Queen and her Maid, their bodies but not their souls,
Queen, Maid and Magpie, each cast a last gaze, alive within the mirror.
The Vows of Innocence, the Maid bespeaks the mirror.
Pleas to the Swallower of Shades, both Queen and Maid have scried
to The Burning One, and claim no lie, upon their soul.
As the light dims within the Maids eyes, in tomb unbroken,
she sees the life of her Queen and their Magpie
pass fast upon the brass, last breath of life and dying.
Oh, too soon the end, moans the Maid, I am dying.
Her life's reflection moves bronzed upon the mirror.
She screams, "My Queen," but hears only the caw of Magpie.
All around her other servants succumb and cry, whilst she sits scrying,
and the Magpie flies above in life entombed, eternity, unbroken.
As she beseeches all the Gods to save her soul.
The Magpie's spirit self moves within the mirror's soul.
He swoops gathering Cleopatra's essence, past the dying,
and brings her to the Maids side unbroken.
In afterlife upon the Eastern Barge they join the mirrored
whole, for he, the bird of magic, Magpie, has called and scried
it so. Part light of life, part dark of death, the Magpie.
The essence of each entwine united within this eternal mirror
for the Magpie cannot bear their deaths. He will protect and forever scry
in life the mirror sits unbroken a stolen bauble, and in it they dwell with the Magpie.
Categories:
scry, adventure, allegory, bird, death,
Form:
Sestina
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vmZ2S7jRFXY
At the edge of the moon there is a sigh that waits for you
its been placed there by the longings of my very soul
as the memory of our dawn still lingers through your scent
I scry upon your pillow, the words "I love you"
again and again
As the ocean calls me back to where our longings once began
the eagles of the evening soar through volition tinted skies
and bringing telegrams of love to you they quiet in the air
while I walk the beach mile after mile, in search of you
again and again
Beloved one make room for me for I am longing to be free
of earthly plain and thoughts insane that render me still
Seashells whisper in the sand of secrets that we've kept
of summer days well spent, before I felt you far remote
again and again
I come back to this quiet alcove where our hearts first met
and while the stars hurl their light into the evening sky
I sit by the beach and draw a logogram of your sweet name
hoping that it will draw you here anew, time after time
again and again.
Categories:
scry, appreciation, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
“fantôme du noir chevalier”
whither doth thee cometh from?
Strange voice that I see
Coldness of ire burns
the skin beneath sheets
paper white guise
black ink heart bleeding within -
stranger the walls do speak here
in the mirror swimming See
the lost reflections of souls
the misguided forlorn
disenchanted do scry
their petulant perplexity
ghosts for the haunting
picked like ripe plumbs
legions illuminating dead dreams
the devil beating his drums
in her spectral bed
the incubus arrives
the succubus hums
once were bold quills tracing
curves cursive passionately clear
near human once attempting sincere
to unlock love with blind faith ne’er fear
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
erudite Faust waives
ignores lore written before him
I hear your tome calling
fantôme du noir chevalier
Salome is her name
a new dance appears
She will take you
before morning
a promise forewarning
I give this to thee
fantôme du noir chevalier
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Here in My Room”/ Incubus
https://youtu.be/0IlPlKBXRHE
Sonnet LXXXVI
Categories:
scry, dark, romance,
Form:
Romanticism
A pendulum is but a slave of time:
What its trapped spirit wants is hidden where
The folding waves can find a friendly clime,
Far from the bloody dagger of despair.
Inveigled by amorphous accolades
Of lust, the lure to scry and linger thin
In search of faithful memories soon fades
If hungry eyes ensorcel beauty’s twin.
Æolian caresses cannot calm
The mind of Argus on his callous charge,
Though knavish gods have chosen to embalm
His eyes within a noble avian barge.
How brazen! I still crave the fleeting thrill
To break the sundial as Saint Elmo strikes the mast
Of ships, and make gray time stand still.
O, might it die so that I breathe at last!
Find my poems and published poetry volumes at www.eton-langford.com
Categories:
scry, mythology, time,
Form:
Rhyme
Shatter glass, spit out your bay, desist
Lustful dogs who bark and bay, desist
Cold as silver shadows list on stone
Sun’s last ray and heat of day desist
Oracles insist, and dead men know
Luck and fickle lovers may desist
Words upon the wind; I told you this
Take your magic, walk away, desist
Time to reap the harvest you have sown
Silence, let your mournful lay desist
Scry no more, lest death thy mirror kiss
Havoc, all the angels say, desist
Madness, this, to love by will alone
Yield the ghost, Felicia; pray desist!
© Gail Foster 2016
Categories:
scry, crazy, desire, love, magic,
Form:
Ghazal
Left open new
Towards the blue
Working anew
Showing a few
Becoming wonder
Left to blunder
About the yonder
Golden to ponder
Simple satisfy
She is so fly
I become alive
Though it may die
She succumbs
To the bums
Of life’s hums
Enormous scums
Freedom elicits
Whatever permits
Shortwave complicit
There’s a deficit
Her eyes don’t lie
She doesn’t deny
I want to cry
But cannot scry
Left alone
She bones
Her left scone
Now belongs
To nothing more
Than a shore
Of trinkets galore
Time takes a snore
Russell Sivey
Categories:
scry, time,
Form:
Rhyme
This just in, we are long drawn out drab sentences of our breath,
trying to base a topic off epiphany's languid scry, waiting on osmosis to spark a nerve.
Crinkled pages, termites gnawing on pencils, saw dust.
Failed improvs to deliver colloquial precedence, un performed characters with ventriloquist strings for livelihood, the presentation uncanny to scintillating epitomes.
Group 2, line one, drawing a line in the sand. Out of the blue sparks a Big Bang, a flash of genius, a flicker of brilliance in a nano second, staged to theatrical dreams of sun dance wins.
Then there is me, clapping my hands in silenced tongue, speechless with hesitation in my thoughts, smoking in the after burn of rust, only the mind would know what to say left in the smoke clouds of their creation.
I've got nothing, quick sand running through my fingers like vapors in edgewise, and while I am still just breathing they just are, encircling around me like a shooting star.
Categories:
scry, assonance, imagination, introspection, social,
Form:
Free verse
im sitting in the sky, i don't want to die, i don't know how to fly, but i know i must try. ive told more than one, just little white lie, sometimes i laugh, and sometimes i cry, i know to make friends, who cares if im shy? the mysteries near, and the answer is nigh. i do see the future, but i know i cant scry, although sometimes im up, i try to get by, i really don't like, when people just pry, i have to admit, the best is my buy. i am a Cyclops, but i don't have one eye, my room is so clean, while my house is a sty, i was born in the desert, my mouth is so dry, im sorry to say, but this is goodbye.
Categories:
scry, art, body, books,
Form:
ABC
As this October moon is rising
I’m drifting in your cell
And mingling with each trinket.
I know you all to well.
I know your every coveted curve
And every secret shrine.
Your body is my temple.
I’m drinking in your wine.
I’m lingering on a sidewalk.
I’m humming out a tune.
I’m wanting you so openly
As day is peaking noon.
Come hither to my dim lit quarters
In metallic sugared pace.
Your skin tastes of magnolia
When pulling close your face.
Our basin days will whither
Now touching in a creek,
A combination cold clicked out
A slipping slithered leak.
Like filling up a mason jar
And stapled in a scry.
I’m needing you so openly.
My jar is sudden dry.
Categories:
scry, love, nostalgia, passion,
Form:
Free verse
In darkness beams a shaft of tender light,
A dream foretold within a gypsy’s tent,
While she sat gazing on an open hand,
The gift of gods revealed in second sight,
And had she seen my heart was left unspent,
As she then told of the destiny planned.
Then into the cup, she began to stare,
And told the wonder that she saw in there.
How love and fortune lay within the night,
As in the crystal, she then cast her eye,
My hopes and dreams were bound in love’s first flight,
At last, no more my heart is born to cry,
I felt the joy that comes from pure delight,
As my dreams unfurled in a gypsy’s scry.
Fprm: Alfred Dorn Sonnet
Categories:
scry, love, mystery, heart, heart,
Form:
Sonnet
Oh ancient light of love how dear how true you are to us
When we commemorate Your Blessed Day we all doth know
You are the reason for our Yuletide spry; You shine
within our hearts with radiant love;
A scattering of You we sow, each time we celebrate your Birth
with breath of angels singing from on high;
That luminary noble light that shone so bright that night
was but a matchless beauty born to scry
the reflective soul, of Christ The King ...
Oh ancient light of love how dear how true you are to us,
You are the reason we Adore and open wide, our Christmas door.
Categories:
scry, appreciation, christmas, creation,
Form:
Free verse
from SELL OUT
Nick Armbrister
Cry Scry
She loves him beyond compare
He loves her beyond his eyeballs
She moans and complains
He swears and bangs about
They belong together
In Karmic ways met along
The old factory road
She’s his girlfriend a year
Same attitude as his wife
Who he loathes with passion
While passionately ing his lover
Wife and girlfriend mostly the same
One he loves other he hates
Why this way what is the cause?
Greek gods and goddesses up high
Take away their scrying bowl
Categories:
scry, hilarious, jealousy, love,
Form:
Verse
I hear the music of the night, and as the angels begin to sigh
the last ribbons of light fall loose across my path
God , vigilant illusionist of all times
as you scry the moon for me tonight, the stars
align themselves, and the Universe thrums in solvent time;
Dios, incarnate flash and glimmer of my soul,
legionnaire of all mankind, you draw me to your heaven
as if I were a mere reflection of the stars I see tonight
Categories:
scry, appreciation,
Form:
Free verse
A SONNET OF AUTUMNS GIFTS
The spirit said, “Isn’t it time for autumn’s glow?
Why do you hold onto the warmth of summer’s love?”
Startled by the interrogation thought amused, but was so
Holding to moments, words, reflections, golds and doves
“And isn’t it true when the clouds overcast the sky
To those who write, who draw, who tell tales emerge?
Yet, in summer, the activities lure the artists follies, neigh?”
Procrastinating the words that must come, it does urge
T’is known, when the snakes retreat, and the bear hibernates
And fires images that dance in your thoughts and you scry
Know too well, the time to create has come and arrived
Thus open the doors and welcome inside
Oh, my love of design and writing, how I’ve missed you
That only autumn’s falling golden hues graciously gift
©2016 Bonnie Jennings All Rights Reserved
Categories:
scry, autumn,
Form:
Sonnet