This paralyzing Dream inebriates me,
intoxicated by Death’s perfume,
I don’t believe I’m here to battle my
Demons, I’m here to keep them
safe and sacred, reach them
toward’s Heaven’s skies, raise and
teach them about Heaven’s signs
Is it sacrilegious and blasphemous
or the way God would treat his
Creation?
Valerie prayed I rose from a lala,
prayed I grant her wishes and
replace her father, prayed on
my soul like Kikyo, prayed I
upgrade her to a Mercedes;
she’s tired of her Impala. I
preyed on her conflict, preyed
on her lack of confidence, preyed
on her weakness, then created
Wonders
I warmed her silver
winter tundra in golden
orbs, spun slender
springs and softer
summers, now her
guard’s falling with
her brazier, is there
a posture in her
posture, can I trust
the feelings that she
Fosters?
Categories:
brazier, dream, imagery, love, muse,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
The Call to Venus
(A lone voice whispers as a ceremony begins)
Candles lit
In brazier pit
Like a reborn Prospero
Music playing
As offerings
Are lit
To summon the universe
And all who goes
To step in and commit
Guardians in
The Great In-Between
Guard us
And all our kin
From all unseen
Who flows
White lights
Bound
Around our homes
To guard against ghouls
From loosened tombs
Floating around like red balloons
We pray tonight
For astral protection
In all our rooms
As
Candles lit
In brazier pits
Burn
With
Music playing
As sandalwood offerings
And Christmas ferns
Are used as keys
Of devotional angelic magic
To turn away
All who conspire
And drink from the Devil's Urn
As we call to you
Venus
For protection
As the Great Wheel
Turns
So
Come our sceptre-bearer of harmony
And love to cope
Do ut de
Dum vivo
Repleti spe
(‘I give that you may give.
As long as I live. Filled with hope.)
(C)
Copyright John Duffy
Categories:
brazier, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
The scent of Easter lilies is everywhere
representing new life, new hope
As we honor the resurrection of our Lord
through a celebration of memorial love,
we feel renewed and ready to meet a new year
full of peaceful living;
From the brazier comes a new and blessed fire
and as we light the pascal candle as a sign of hope
we overcome the darkness of the tomb
and enter a time of great knowledge
For we know He is the alpha and omega,
the beginning and the end,
A grain of bread in a broken world, full of hunger
The scent of Easter lilies reminds us that we
can be saved, and we can bloom again
thanks to the love He has bestowed on us,
since that very first Easter.
Categories:
brazier, appreciation, easter,
Form: Free verse
She takes her wand a sugar cane long
And waves it in the air singing a song
She likes to make her heroic cape
From collard green leaves that she crochet
She makes her brazier from coconuts
With licorice straps sticky to touch
Her bald head blessed with a crown
from grapevines with grapes hanging down
Her skin is thin from all the chemo
She is stronger than superman in her soul-food soul
She uses cotton candy to make her socks
Shoes so fancy by Goldilocks
Bet you never again will see
A skirt made of dried fruit candy
Yellow sun rays shine on her face
Fighting cancer with food in more than one way
6/14/22
Written for A MERGER WITH FOOD POETRY CONTEST
Sponsor Natasha L Scragg
Categories:
brazier, cancer,
Form: Rhyme
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes brushed the intricate parquet
Carmel was swept off her feet to the clanging tunes of Flamencos
A pink flamingo swapping kisses and castanets high above the floor
Gypsy tattoos on her ankles swirled like Derwish’s ecstatic devotion
Cocaine eyes wide open on her man but tonight femme was fatal
Titanic brazier squeezed her bosom into fake contours ready for the kill
Thanks to her doctor her uplifting bottom implants softened the crush
Champagne flute shards mixed with botox as she lost her superior stand
Wiped seductive smiles off her face and mingled lip stick with blood
When she woke up from her dream it was not her gigolo lover who
Spoke softly through the daze of morphine and anaesthetic delirium
‘Ma'am I am sorry that I could not save the ink adorning your tootsie
And I will have to refer you to the guy from the plastic department
For you boobies’ reconstructive surgery to recover their natural shape
But your stilettos are out of this world ‘though they scraped a few bones
Do not worry unduly though because the footloose jewels cover my bill’
19th May 2019
Categories:
brazier, dance,
Form: Free verse
Burning brazier, coals
Pouring blood, in the darkness
Flowing blood, fire
The sacrifice has been made
Who knows the fate of the man?
Categories:
brazier, fire, men,
Form: Tanka
My Love, Love? What's That? Who's He?
Your skin glows like the Avocado, blossoms Groggy as the Bleeding Heart in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your Ocarina voice and leaps like a Hippo at the whisper of your name, Love? What's That? Who's He?.
The evening ascends in on a great Sea Gull wing.
I am calmed by your Stocking that I carry into the twilight of Corn Stalkbeams and hold next to my Hip.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of Bleach.
As my Abdomen falls from my Straw Hat, it reminds me of your Ball of Yarn.
In the hushed, I listen for the last Chime of the spring.
My heated Tongue leaps to my Brazier. I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret Eyeliner so that we may Fly as one, Tongue to Tongue, in search of the glorious Aquamarine and spiritual Printer of love.
Categories:
brazier, love,
Form: Verse
Ropin Pen
Headed to the ropin' pen
On a Saturday night
Cooler is loaded
This just feels right
Got the ol' dodge rollin'
You know I ain't no phony
Got this six horse trailer
Loaded with my one and only
It's a 10 point slide
Down there at Cody's
With a fresh batch of steers
Lookin for some ponies
I'm just a number three
But it's only a twelve header
Heeler is a two
So he ain't no better
16 back in the short go
With 19 of em' being mine
I was ropin' like Trevor Brazier!
All I needed was a time
But at the bottom of the ninth
Things were lookin' bad
My partner flipped his loop
Right up under my ol' nag
Ol' Rowdy didn't agree
All of a sudden he turned feral
Made a beeline towards the chute
Then shut down and turned the barrel
In all his years as a barrel horse
That was the best run he'd ever made
Luckily for me
I came out, unscathed
I woulda had that ropin'
But it was capped at a 7
If only I won the saddle pad
Ol' Rowdy would think he'd gone to heaven
Categories:
brazier,
Form: Heroic Couplet
The flame in contest combats the chill of the night
I see an old man in remembrance of his youth
his words gaped in jest if only to shroud life’s plight
scars of countless carnal lies a hub of untruth.
In the brazier raindrops snarl, routine so trite.
© Harry J Horsman 1991
Categories:
brazier, family,
Form: Quintain (Sicilian)
The daytime radiation changed the forenoon breeze
And the windows were kept close
Flames hemmed in my room from the furnace terrasse
Brought my afternoon snooze at dispose.
Abounded myself from my brazier bed and stepped on the het up floor
And outcried mutedly against the cataclysm
Pelted along to take a bath, water pour out perceived to be boiled more
Brought all my desires against summer’s pragmatism.
The awaited evening was bored by the midday coercion
And the fun fancied by the birds those choir
Slowly by the virtues of lyricism, windows were open
Versed the liaison where the vanity fluxed by the twilight zephyr.
Eased myself from my midday muted hollers and trod on the stairs to the terrace
And felt the birds nested as the breeze became soother
Prostrated along to feel the charm, stars twinkled by their self-reliance
Brought all my desires worthy at 8pm with summer’s be after.
The quiesce voice of the leisurely leaves by the solacing breeze
And the dim rays that softened the ambiance
Noetically by the oath of imagery shadows that molded by my ease
Comeuped with this summer rhyme at 8pm by my essence.
Categories:
brazier, happiness, imagination, nature, seasons
Form: Rhyme