crackers bang , the gathering cheer , big bell rings , wheel rotates, the giant chariot moves, an amazing scene.
The shortest route to eternity
— the Warrior
(Dreamsleep: December, 2025)
A change is predicted .
What is promised me
Through what tingles, besides
For static in air.
A charioteer's offer;
Storm-wheeled, to enter.
I am low. He knows it.
To life, numb resigned.
Whilst in looking ahead
Is past enduring.
Of a great jolt or two
Needful. Fear-blazed through!
Spirit-rouser! Who'll not
Let those hours to drag.
Night's exciter! Above
All a street-spilt verve.
Shouts down: "no humour's loss
Griefs to winds who toss!"
Destination unknown for her trip
Unfortunate it is only a proverbial ride
Too many details am I forced to skip
Such as who's Harriet and why not a ship
if you knew the first the second would abide
Destination unknown for her trip
Still all the premises don't touch the lip
You're left to questions remaining aside
For too many details am I forced to skip
If Harriet is punishment I'll take a whip
If she's shame then I have no pride
Destination unknown for her trip
No she's like a fine wine I'd slowly sip
Her body a castle, her soul, the queen inside
Too many details am I forced to skip
From my mind to yours these words slip
Nothing about Harriet am I able to hide
Destination unknown for her trip
Way too many details am I forced to skip
Spring Sun Hiku 19
. k .
blazing flame in s y
d-r-a-w-n by winged chariot
sprinkles greens on e .a. r. t. h.
::::::::::::
I am a sifter
So I can be objective
Regarding the sincerity of my smile
About why I laugh
About whom I assign
The key that renders my being whole
I am a sifter
So I can be intentional
Regarding the weight of my words
About when I speak
About whom I honor
With the deepest secrets of my soul
I am a sifter
So I can be purposeful
Regarding the circumstance of my cares
About what I love
About whom I anoint
As partner on the chariot of my vexation
I am a sifter
So I can be held accountable
Regarding the direction of my dreams
About where I peer
About whom I embrace
As the beacon of my aspirations
Where death goes,
A whirlwind blows,
The night comes with its chariot,
Haloed by dark clouds.
Oh, night don't yet open your door,
For his soul is not yet ready to go into your store,
Don’t go into the night's chamber,
Awake from the enervating slumber.
Can you hear me, father?
Don’t go any further,
Lest the chariot come and chauffeur you away,
As you approach farewell quarters.
Summer is still my delight,
Let’s awaken the fond memories,
Guide me through the night,
I'll no longer be of dimmed sight.
September 7, 2023.
"Sweet Chariot"
Swing low
sweet chariot
where it hurts
most, we smile
through the pain,
violins always
swept me away
saving pianos
for buriel daze,
keys, each a note,
to be played
demons come
and they go
burned at the stake
the collaboration
when it flows
off page, is what it is
never a clean escape;
LOVE,
always flies in
to save the day
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
I'm sometimes up
and sometimes down,
Coming for to carry me home.
Oh! How great it tastes: Steamy Riot
But is it delicious like Quiet?
How glorious it appears: Chariot
Still in some wars and conflicts: Idiot…
I had had to talk about Riot:
The scene promising all but quiet,
The maddest jury of a chariot,
As men go for chaos like diet.
Real and fake claims clash with canisters
They flee who had wished to spoil banisters:
Rioters who hang on: Real Monsters
On the spur of the moment, songsters,
Also heroes for loving their words
And towards sad death moving in herds…
The crucial point: Riot not quiet:
While it reigneth all vultures flyeth.
To War goes a Chariot:
To a Special Riot;
With Quivers of Arrows,
Bones piercing with Marrows…
Had Throwers of Javelin,
All through Men, no Jocelyn.
Chariots were for Elliot
And Judas Iscariot;
Largely part-horse, part-cart
You’d see and lose heart!
The Armored Car of Old,
Now in loved plastic Sold;
For The Tough Kid as Toy,
Future Soldier still Boy;
Some in Expensive Gold:
Their drivers fierce and Bold;
Ready to Homes destroy.
Make one cease being The Coy!
broken chariot we cannot fix
our strong, precious love is still in the mix
broken chariot we can always replace
the strength of our strong, precious love will always save face
broken chariot we know not the definition
our strong, precious love survived many cancers and always in remission
broken chariot we can always redefine
our strong, precious love is like water that makes our everything more beautiful and refined
Charmful lemon-shaded dragon,
Happy and respectful!
Aptitudes off the charts as a
Reassuring and delightful storyteller.
Intelligent beyond belief and
Overwhelmingly friendly and truthful while
Tending a pumpkin patch!
August, 2021
Sol's
gilded
chariot
slowly ascends
over fields of worshiping sunflowers
in a sky of burnt almond and orange
as morning light
directs their
loving
gaze
(Double Tetractys)
09-24-2020
Double Tetractys 3 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Photo #2
Moses, disappointed, asked, "Only Ten?"
When will You give us more commandments? When?
'Let Me first see you obey
The first Ten, if that's OK'
In Seth's chariot, Moses drove away...
One way
I know this afrocentric music
rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece
is longing for
a sweet and swinging chariot,
rather than a messiah white and male.
I know
this is a cooperative-felt spirit,
and not so much a competition,
because of how
word choices and round rhythms
combine to pitch longing free safe home.
A freestyle journey
to a rich robust and multicultured freedom
of tribes long living
loving Earth's peace paradise.
A paradise
western civilization
has not sung or danced,
out loudly joyed about
for far too long
without a warm cooperative song
Swinging low and high
in sweetly waving gold
ruled and ratioed
traveler's chariot,
Coming and going
racing forth and back
to carry us
in and out of home
To freedom's too long lost,
stolen, kidnapped
while we were dreaming,
singing and dancing with another day
dreaming nights of disembodied free,
Anxiously anticipating,
weary
and yet warmly welcoming.
Sub Categories
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.