Candled Poems | Examples

Freedom From Admiration

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                                     8/7/2023

                Freedom from being admired…
                Off of the vanity of vanities treadmill.
                My face above the candled window sill,
                Wonderfully, from freezing pride retired.

                I still can pen, when I am not tired…
                To be my own, happy, self again!
                Not a caged animal in a Poetry Pen 
                Glory to God~no addiction to be admired!

Uranium Won

Selling uranium to Putin through CFIUS
Made less social sense than contracting syphilis
Unless to grow a Global reset chrysalis
Aiding American transformation abyss.

Putin may well employ Wyoming yellow cake
To cower Europeans with nuclear bake
Candled with cancerous cumulus mushroom clouds,
Granting his covering Ukraine with a death shroud.

Somewhere and In My Heart

Somewhere on a beach, there are lovers
umbrellas shade their secret kiss
                            the ocean serenades  
and as the salted mist approves
                     their passion never fades
 
Somewhere, there’s a table, set for two
with violins and candled glow 
                              a question to invite  
a ring in pocket hopes to jewel
                   a bride dressed all in white

Somewhere, on a golden wedding cake
a couple speaks to memory
                         still with hand in hand
and guided by a love so true
                          all perils to withstand

Somewhere, there’s a love forever yours
it lives alone as you don’t know
                              we are so far apart
If I could only tell you now
                        that it lives in my heart

As Memory Serves

As Memory Serves

A mere bump in time...
as bottled cork pops,
engaged second hand...
conveyed decibels,
dons melting,
against that instant,
"It's a boy!", resonates.
Reflecting after those many years,
I smiled while he blows...
his 44th candled flame,
~~best is poured.

gifted memories
timelessly bottled uncorks
~~aged wine stirs in ice

2020 June 30

Summer Walk

A shoal of roach fast scatter at my shadow.
Mother moorhen toots as chick ducks in
and out of overhanging ivy.

A boating flower floats along intact
with shadow's faithful dancing follow,
on gravel, then over weed and back.

Across the stream two white hat coots.
One ferries straw between its beak
with earnest nodding paddled scoots. 

Buddlea, dipping low some leafy locks 
quenches from the summer heat
its purple pointed candled shocks.

Sudden rising pigeon claps with winged
applause.Creator takes all honour, surely.
Outside all man's walls and doors
no other makes such glory.

Gentle Egg

Gentle Egg


She candled an egg in her soft hands
	protecting the fragile, 
inspecting with light;
Cusping 
Like either horn
Of a crescent moon
When floated aloft on two 
	dexterous 
		fingers.

Was she not peering into the future?
Making a determination perhaps
Even listening,
Searching for signs
	of life?
or something more mundane ---

Broken vessels
Spots of blood
promising rot ...

Yolkers
	like me...

Winter Awakens

winter awakens
life's humble beatitudes 
iced with candled glow

12/22/2018

Apocalypic Visions

And there will be no candled moon, 
No bones picked clean by virtue's rage 
Against all sins left un-forgiven. 
Lovers left in limbo-light at dawn 
Shall stand as statues stand, 
Alone, as broken martyrs 
Cast in marbled majesty.

When death destroys our sacredness 
All sorrows of the soul are spread 
Like seeds across a barren field.

A whale-eyed sailor sings 
The hymns of his contrition, 
To banished angels caged beneath
A deep and wind-swept sea.
They rise again to wail 
Against the shackled straps
Around their proud and pompous souls. 
Their dripping teeth are bared 
And black with rot of time. 

The Vultures hover over
Decimated cityscapes. 

Cold moon of winter rising;
Hoar-frost clinging fast 
To withered vines. 
Fields once fertile now are fallow,
Planters scatter seed for naught,
Their holy harvest stolen 
By embittered little gods 
Who grope with hope that nature will succumb
And soon become but scuttled rubble - charred! 

A world grown old - no longer born anew, 
Is stripped and ripped with overkill
Of things once cherished and are cherished still.

The Alabaster Ball

THE ALABASTER BALL

Earth sent invitations
To a danse one night
Requesting all invited
Please – to come in white.

The glass-coached clouds assembled
And the Ebon Sky
Banked its brightest fire,
Snuffed each candled eye.

Then the Winds belled music
Set a whirling pace
And down the Heavens
Waltzed the Snows,
In their finest lace.

I Think of You

When time is still, I'll think fondly of you
Quiet renders of love's probable cause
This love now colored in a vibrant hue
A lingering fragrance that brings this pause
To think of you in a long cotton dress
Walking in fields where eyes invite desire
and hand held laughter skips across its cress,
to challange the world with a passion's fire
As our love sustains our illusion to dream
We'll fill each tender moment we find right
and watch shadows dance in candled theme
To create new memories we'll hold tight

I'll share no reason for these thoughts passing,
or make sense of love being everlasting


contest I Think of You 
2/15/15

Fragrance of Yesterday's Air

I dream of roses and a lover's song
The fragrance lingers from yesterday's air,
of sensual touch, when nights were long
And I was drowning in her falling hair
I gave her roses of passionate red
Spreading petals around her sweeter scent
We'd drink from love's cup, drunk on the unsaid
Lost in scented roses, fragrance now spent
Exposing her soul, revealing her cry
Who loved red roses and passionate love
A fiery white light that burned through night sky
She was a lover. One.... dreams are made of

I gave her red roses, for times lover's share,
She gave candled nights, beneath falling hair



contest Roses  Roses  Roses

Silently Amore

PENETRATING EYE~LIDS SHUT APON DREAMING,
SILENTLY AMORE, I LAY, SHIVERING NUTORIOUSLY,
FOR THAT ONE MOMENT, HE LOOKS, AT ME WITH WARM
FIRE IN HIS CANDLED EYES, WHERE A BURNING LOVES DESIRE,
BECOMES CAPTIVATED,IN THE MOON~LIGHTS STARS BED ROOM,
I HAVE RELEASED MY INNER BODY, TO PASSIONATELY GIVE HIM,
MY ALL,WITH NO HESSITATION....

Period

I am knowing

I am of this and this alone

I am of want and hurry

Of bitterness chilled to its bone

Waiting and watching 

Luring till peeked

This frenzy that bares soul naked

That leaves no trace of human seed

I am still

I am of charge

Pushing through crowds

Stumbling upon man's infinite chaos

That makes us blink twice-

If not once more

That cools and calms the weary eye

That summons restraint when out of control

Turns brittle spine

Weaves haunted mind

Leaves the guessing unknowing

Something wicked misbehaves in kind

Though its approach malformed and growing

With light and without

By candled crooked flame

This fury spawned through shout

Through alarm and unturned page.

If These Walls Could Talk

they probably wouldn’t.
They would sing instead, since talking for them, 
Has no melody, you see...

These walls, serenade the shadows,  dancing on every side,
Like a fast midnight ride...
There are upside down, silhouettes of every song 
I've heard, I've sang or have written-bitten
with heartache and loneliness;
These songs have passed the test in my endurance...

These sad songs, I play over and over between my jazz piano
And they hang from the ceiling like slow time's candled
chandeliers.

These walls don’t tell their secrets…it would
Serve no purpose; they have no rhyme.
These walls have held my life's trinkets with rare eminence,
Photographs, clocks, paintings, handbags, wedding dresses 
prom dresses, tuxedos, all silent,  as the music
that expresses the muse inside my heart
when awake or asleep.

Yes, if these walls would talk they'd ask
whose business is it any way.
They would whisper "caution" into a window breeze.
They would Sing my favorite lyrics,
Just as I wrote and sung them.

"Quiet Please!

Let this dream be
all of him
that belongs to me
held in silence within these four walls.

Egg Candling

Candling an egg isn’t something new
Centuries ago people learned “how to”  
And candlelight was used at its debut
In a dark room, eggs underwent review
The eggs guaranteed infertile to you
All must be candled to prove they will do 
Using candlelight, you can see straight through
If any are fertile, remove those few
Selling them to the public is taboo
Eggs in Incubators are candled too
You can tell a “yoker” from the egg’s hue
without some candling, you don’t have a clue
And now having said that, I’ll say adieu!


Submitted by Charles Sides
For the “By CandleLight” Poetry Contest

• Short Candled Poems
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• Best Candled Poems
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