Best Talisman Poems
As I sat on the bed, and opened the box
I fondled the keepsake, in the palm of my hand
It is tied to a youth that I never lost
Often the memories may be callused by time
Some have been polished. Tho' some may be gone
into the reverie, where I cannot climb
Smooth as the dream, that I've kept like a glove,
wrapped tightly in tissue, and precious to hold,
is one little stone of no value, but love
With a glint of the morning, and the blue of the sky
sapphire veins, and gold undertones.
Inside are hints of a story once told
The heat can be captured like a piece of the sun
I remember a day, with a radiant glow
when the ocean was changing, and storms on the way
Thundering sounds, and in-coming waves
that swept us away, to world of our own
It washed up from nowhere, and you reached with your hand
and picked up this keepsake, to put in my own
The memory lingers, re-savored, when found
A stone of no worth, except for the love
There in the sand, as if it were gold
much brighter with colors, than all other stones
A talisman treasure that I'll always own
Shaped smooth by time, and polished by tides
Taking me back to the glint in your eyes
___________________________
1/22/16
The Talisman Ride
The Talisman rides by my side
My life is over there’s nowhere I can hide
The lone crow does a fly by as we ride
A dead manatee has washed on beachside
Only moments until I’m not alive
His sharp knife is pressed with the blunt part in my hide
How did I get here, what rules did I not abide
I want live to continue, I cannot lie
What did I do wrong what was my crime
All I did was to enjoy my life
Why was his madness generated when I smiled
Now it’s time for my live to subside
With my blood draining I’m barely alive
Down the steep mountains and into the slopes,
Darting divine etched twixt duration and existence,
There run the graceful gazelles and fiery antelopes,
Until their breath retreat watching other presence.
Wildebeests rushes by ceasing the opportunity to gain,
Nature’s bare feet turning brown sand on the beach,
Big pebbles not indelibly seen as the smallest sandy grain
Leaving the prints in the ambiance of moments they reach.
On naturally crafted street hides the African talisman,
An indivisible Art where halo glows from a graceful arch,
Sheen shine covering emblem moonlight glowing skin,
Fears not the forces of evil camouflage on parade march.
Lucky charm, African talisman within the veil well-armed
Beyond this man is a distinctive phenomenal spirit,
Striding out against human endurance already formed
From the bloodline history, ancestral traits inherit.
We of mortal multitude find ways to survive and strive,
Sometimes the heart run, walk and mingle in the crowd,
A silent portrait shroud the pride unfolding in the Hythe,
The future is bright but the course takes a grim road.
.The Universe revolves around our love.
As I run through your hair with my finger,
Hungry fingers supply magical grasp
Lying in the gloom, silent next to each other.
At sad dawn, your magic dust loses its ability.
The sun refuses to leave; I urge her to shutter.
You can have me any place you wish with you.
My heart is overjoyed, and it may flutter.
A body took a fresh bath with a lilac aroma.
But as my tongue is tangled by a swift mutter.
The air is lovely due to our fierce, awful kiss.
Today, your desired face appears to be in lyric rapture.
We melt from forgetfulness into deathless love.
You are my love star; all she could do was stutter.
Seductive drum undertones drift in the air.
As roses in the night air spread their flavor.
Enthralling, mystical harmony grows closer.
Her delicate, tentative touch is trying and eager.
A surge of magic floods my intense emotions.
As the princess of splendor devours all manners.
My heart's destiny is where you walk.
So long as you aim to sensual druther.
She increasingly focuses on my eyes.
As she sprang as bright glare or a shudder.
I adore the harmonious glaucous water.
As streams of thrill dismay my lover.
The Queen of drama is thrilling until dawn.
She was rapturing me with her love breaker.
I started waking up with a genuine desire.
And at Dawn flashed a ray of dazzling fluster.
Written: May 31, 2021
All Yours (Jun 7) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Against all the hurt
take this ribbon, spuned into
a lock of my hair.
In the labyrinth of shadows, where trees clutch the forest's shade like a hidden talisman,
Like old, diligent guardians, they embrace the unknown stories of the night,
Hidden under the petal of an ethereal flower, a hidden world whispers secrets,
Under the azure sky, previously unknown, limitless horizons unfold.
Our love takes shape from a distant star, seeking paths with the soul,
From lost halves, we grow whole, polishing words with a gentle sigh,
Delightful aromas in forests delineate the tear from the essence of suffering,
I adore having you by my side every moment, speaking of stars that find no sky.
In the heart of the night, when branches weep tears without reason,
And beyond nights, forests, and dawns, I remain yours for eternity,
Why do you soothe my soul with your hand, as if I were a child at your breast,
When within me, all feelings blend into a silent storm?
Why do you call me without words, and in the deep night, you cry out in my soul,
Asking each step to be closer, with fiery whispers woven among silences?
Yes, I love you, and I do not ask to tell you how simple it is to do what you do not want,
Just as clouds on another sky gather, so that two become one again and one becomes three.
Gather me among your thoughts, without asking, without saying a word,
When your eyes abduct me into endless moments and you rise on an altar of tears,
Why allow the day to bury our unfulfilled love until now,
When I tell you you're near me, with soul and shadow, on any path?
Let the mystical, ancient, and wise forest speak through us,
Where light weaves dreams and darkness keeps all our secrets,
And together, let us traverse this sacred land,
Forever enwrapped in the enchanted whispers of the endless forest.
In many hands to hold beliefs,
Be it rabbit foot, or four leafed.
In which to trust, to lessen harm,
Against all odds, a lucky charm.
The totem pole and tribal dance.
The ritual of life seems circumstance.
The tribes of man the earth holds dear,
Depends on such when fear comes near.
We cater to luck, as it fills us with hope.
Some would say that it helps them to cope.
Lady Luck doesn’t always look down and smile,
But it’s nice to believe for a little while.
A symbol of something, hope, to believe in,
In hearts of many men and their seedlings.
To aide themselves the best they can,
Deep rooted in each, their talisman.
©.L.Kelly
pharaoh's scarab
eternity's talisman
regenerative
afterlife rebirth
ancient Egypt's obsession
winged scarab takes flight
great significance
scarab held in diseased hand
talisman of hope
'T' Words -
Poetry Contest
Chosen Word: Talisman.
Sponsored
by:
Constance La France
13/04/2023
Pixabay Image: PatternPerfectArt
You are not a good person at all
If you don’t promote what is good
And prevent things which is bad
You are a person indeed mean
When you suppress the meritorious
And accommodate the undeserving
The place is not really the good one
Where dissidents are not tolerated
And treat well who are in the opposition
Your education is totally worthless
If you don’t have the ability to distinguish
What is falsity and what is truth
Your life is really a nasty big mess
When you are fully capable of
Yet you refuse to differentiate
What is wrong and what is right
Your mind is a stinky rotten piece
When you have adorable love at hand
Yet you go spreading abominable hate
Your soul is not pure and lively either
If you hold malice against the race of man
And talk ill out of bigotry or prejudice.
The witch & I are one
He cast a spell over the moon
He promised me love
He promised it soon
I dove into a cauldron
Headfirst into a brew
I needed a phoenix talon
To wash my heart anew
The witch & I are friends
He gave me his talisman
We wrote out names in blood
We were both freshmen
On a tree our names engraved
Running through hemlock groves
Swimming through moonlit waves
Our friendship grows into a cobalt haze
The witch & I are one
He cast a spell over the sun
He gave me his wand
I gave him my hand
Through blood we are saved
A different brood
Going through a faze.
a child collapsed cold in the garden
talisman waved with the wind
violently close to a pardoning-
hardening, molding the kin to her seam inter-winged
horribly marbling volatile harmony
azure veins fold under skin- jittering
gently golden it stings
effigy holding the strings
partially fondling close within cartilage-
pieces now bloom into things-
before following-
thin choreology
thew ending progeny
posed they erode intermittently-
honestly,
iridine progeny,
how are you possibly
watching atrocity knead etymology
skin abound covering, sleeving impossibly
sinew renewed where it feeds on bare faucet leaks
farther it blossoms then seeps something bodily
oddity, pardon me
lovably blue and it bleeds out so audibly
fissure pains bottling
lowly imposingly-
nearing a prophecy
budding up slowly to figurehead modesty
petals all grown out- they shelter so somberly
flay splayed out flower-wise neatly and modestly
peaking autonomy
inky tear conjuring
pink from the fostering
nauseously
cautiously failing to breathe
It seems to me that
Dawn is a talisman of sorts.
I construct honeyed, passionate poems
In the earliest hours of day.
My words are so mellifluous,
I read them aloud until
The cracking of my voice
Pulls me back into reality.
The serenity of writing when all are asleep
Is simply ineffable and I cannot
Think of a better time to be an artist.
IV
And so the Talisman knights reveled for a time,
Alone, adrift;
But it was not long before goodly vengeance came hard and swift,
For Alan the True and his band of knights rode through fear and doubt,
And when he arrived upon that sickly green plain,
He and his host did shout;
"You have raped to gain your sight,
Lost all that is precious and right,
And now you demons will die justly and well;
You will end this bloody day in hell!"
V
The two armies of might battled and fought through that day,
And nary a prayer to the gods did one say,
And when the moons rose once again in that green land of death,
The good men had taken the last evil breath,
A victory... of a kind,
On the blood-stained plains of victory, stood a scarred and tortured mind,
A mind that shed a tear and shied away,
As he surveyed his fallen enemies that day...
VI
And in the aftermath Alan led the good men of his host to a hill,
That those knights could look down upon the blood they had spilled,
The red stained, white clad Talisman knights, laid out in droves upon the green and crimson
ground,
Dead and dying, or otherwise bound,
And Alan's knights viewed that moon-jade field, lush deranged,
And there, beneath the dead men of both armies;
The green disappeared, and the land was so changed.
And once more that land was a scar,
A pitiable place, from near and afar,
The evil is gone, and the goodness restored,
To a land that is sterile, and always abhorred.
I
In the eighth year, the dark men clad in dead-white came,
Killing for pleasure and greed by day, drinking and laughing by night all the same,
By the razing fire's light below him, such horrific things young Alan saw,
In the face of the marauding, cultist army, that carnivorous, all-consuming maw,
The Talisman knights, who bore before them banners in black and red, and a dead man upon
a pike at the army’s head,
And they screamed out prayers to their gods as they killed upon that field, sharp and ugly
mantras,
Twisted like the brutal weapons they did wield,
In that bloody moonlight, all the people hid and ran…
Except for Alan the true, of the northern realms,
Who carried within his armor hope for all his fellow man.
II
"To return." said Alan, as he gazed from his heath,
As good people fell, and were butchered beneath,
Where the talisman worshippers carried before them hate and fire;
Killed and raped and burned together, each to his black heart's desire,
To know? Alan watched and shed a tear,
As from such men which fled in fear,
To wander with that common lust,
Of brave men forged, in broken trust.
Thrust upon that tainted hill, that ruined place,
That scar upon a fecund face,
Never known to those whose banner flied;
In such a place they cast their pride.
III
The talisman knights, clothed in white hauberks and red stars,
Charged and scarred the land they sought,
And upon the tired backs of slaves they bought,
A vast and fertile kingdom, untrue and most unbold;
For such a coin their souls were sold.
As soiled a land as was ever seen,
Though calm in peace, and lush in green,
Yet in darkness, still the zealot army knew;
That in the North was cause to rue.
They say he's more than just a man
They say he had a talisman
For his arms are full of power
They could climb a soaring tower
He trains his brain to catch the rain
He trains his heart to beat the strain
His brain works almost everytime
He makes his brain and body rhyme
He trains himself everyday
He doesn't take a holiday
He holds the greatest talisman
For he is a hard-working man
April 14, 2023