"The Pearl Essence and Dark Horizon"
Just,
as a pearl of wisdom
plucked like a
luminous silver apple
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;
the Sun watches
like a voyeur
from afar
tucked under
his tenebrous horizon,
while the dark night
is fully illuminated,
the romance
like Guy Fawkes
straddling 4th July
lush lit and lotus-eating
blue independence,
calls forth the
circadian goddess
blushing like a new bride,
who has waited for this
moment, it would seem
her entire life,
waxing and waning
shifting hues of
shimmering pink nude
into revealing shades
of ultraviolet
sans sun, but,
just the same,
romance
ignited
Just,
as a pearl of wisdom
plucked like a
luminous silver apple
from a blue sky forest,
an entrancement;
temptation,
Sun
rises
like a fallen chess piece
to take his untouchable
luminous silver
teasing
Moon
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Tell me the story
about how the Sun
loved the moon so much,
that he died every night
just to let her breathe."
Composed in their femininity
Compliant with the slighest
Urge in that delightsomeness of
Miming a bloom, wind-caught.
No less radiantly stately fraught
With one's plucking interest.
Then I came back. Shook awake of
Which stilly - found entrancement
Its ornate vision's, she, herself
Charmed out of me; wife; alone!
To as many a dressed pose, prone!
As much for distinguishment!
The entrancement of body, the physique oblique!
Is it stronger than love?
Every woman wears chains, that seeks a prince.
Where in the world is a love that isn't crazy?
The sweet sounds of passion, then angry voices!
The heart is a rolling coaster!
Have you felt the hurt I've known?
Is there anyone who hasn't?
Secrets to be unlocked, keys to be found.
A life-long pursuit of happiness.
To drag these chains like marleys ghost!
Is it an impossible plan? Wishfull thinking?
Or is there the element of success, hidden away?
When that last chance idea, opens the door.
And we free-fall into the joy, that all of us seek!
date:8/16/2020
You leave the car at what was once,
in old reality, a farm and where the
National Trust democratise so now not cows
but parking motorists feel alarm.
Across a road are loos, ex milking parlours
still with “stools” and piss
as folk make moves to
an archway leading to a long curved lane
edged with a guard of reeds that,
while obstructing the view ahead
incite its anticipation.
Conducting the children, we lead them
to where the pathway fairs into the beach
framed by those stalks high reach
from their rooting in Arcadia.
Some fresh reality as we quicken pace
through that narrow place into entrancement,
a shout of elements where the claustrophobe
of routines in small spaces erodes into the
expansive sunbed of yielding pearl toned grains.
Here we claim our place below a trope of
salt drenched thrift and campion sea slopes
barricading us from the insomnious land breeze
that keeps conscious plain life.
Aurora and Avalanche
The avalanche was silent
a cascade of unforeseen danger
overwhelming feelings of fear
leaving the victim awestruck, mouth agape.
Waves of long frozen passion shrieked
seeking to make sense of endorphined ecstacy
unable to escape the emotional entrancement
of terror - touching the edges of Aurora’s beauty.
2/21/2015
submitted to – Aurora And Avalanche – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Anthony Slausen
Strobe lights flickered throughout the expanse.
And with an array of varying colors,
it displayed a mesmeric pattern that shadowed a deep entrancement.
The sounds, an orchestra of chaos; so artfully unruly.
Each thrashing bass, a seething burst of air, of vibration; it pulsated our bodies.
A constant, rippling sensation echoed,
commanding movement to its every beat,
like listless puppets of the night dance.
Those around with blank faces, unknown and unheard of
So clustered, cluttered and concealed,
visible only, were the split flashes of color.
Arms, legs, constricted by space,
but to each, it was our minds,
a realm of boundlessness; a physical infinity.
Now I have you all in a trance,
You've joined me in my fire dance,
You made my fire burn even more bright,
By burning books to my great delight,
And so the scene is now set,
Most criteria have now been met,
I have already built the stage,
From which I can scream out my rage,
And I now see a global panorama,
Where I can now act out my drama,
In which millions are about to lose,
especially those sub-human Jews,
And Poles, and Slavs and Gypsies too,
They're going to see what we can do.
And as we purify the land,
For the greater good of the purest man,
Then the rest of the world will see,
You can't afford to mess with me.
And for all of you who accept the yoke,
Of total obedience, the chosen folk,
The Master Race, above all others,
Born of pure Arian fathers and mothers,
A thousand year Reich we will build,
Don't dare ask how many will be killed,
Because I know all, I am as God,
I hold in my hand the lightning rod,
To smite our enemies, all to kill,
For the Fatherland I will fulfil,
My plan for living space for you all,
As the sub-humans beneath us fall,
More fuel for our fire we will provide,
By burning millions of those who have died!
Let me lead you in a dance,
Around the fire, in a trance,
I'll take you to another land,
Where you will learn, and understand,
What it is we're here for,
And glimpse those who came before,
Your ancestors who roamed this place,
Forefathers of our human race,
Would dance around a fire, just so,
Shadows and substance in the glow,
Generations joining in such a dance,
Not all of them were in a trance,
But those who were, said they could see,
The ancestral spirits wandering free,
So come on people move those feet,
Build up the rhythm and the beat,
All together in our rhythmic dance,
As we work ourselves into a trance,
So we all can once more see,
Those we loved, who used to be!
Angels of death, thieves of hearts
You are trapped once their entrancement starts
The only escape of their spell is eternal rest
Hades enjoys using temptation the best
His servants are well versed in his charms
Demons of magnificent grace leading you into his arms
Their beauty hides malicious intent
Their master is Satan, from fire they were sent
To lure those on the brink
Into the merciless pits of anguish they sink
Succubi and incubi, creatures of darker than night
Look instead to the light
It is so easy to fall to their enchantment
Their evil shows not a hint
False feelings take away every care
Past everything, into your soul they stare
Unbearable is the loss of their presence
Heartbreak involving them is intense
Once you taste their power you'll always want more
Yet, be it by homicide or suicide, only the end is in store
Kiss me now, steal my last breath
My darling, my love, my life and my death
A lovely thought,
entrancement sought,
too beautiful by far,
my heart would break,
my soul would ache,
if you pushed me out the door.
frog not prince...adore's
at times the moon shines so brightly I can barely stand to look at it
surreptitiously glaring down at me with those eyes
those eyes that leave me abstractedly ruminating over whether
or not
or whatever the case may be
my countenance betrays all hope of a feigned
temperance
can I have that quality?
Incandescent is the light that unshadows my smile so sardonically curving
through my swirls of smoky musings
thinking im so poetic, so artistic in the night
garish process of dark conceited nonverbalizations
while that auroral light
inadvertently uncovers the illicit ruction within my soul
tenaciously I fight
covering my weakened eyes
but the light, oh, resplendent light this
inevitable montage of enigmatic radiance you penetrate
murky and fathomless depths of inconsequential entrancement that
for all they seem are the pitch of all blackness riding my soul
somewhere
or nowhere
You, ever waxing more brilliant,
captivate my very essence with luminous splendor you scandalize me with
the stunning provocation of your unreasonable caress.
Reckless flirtation:
The lingering sweetness of wine hindering rationale
as lips engage greedily;
heated breath intoxicating drunken senses even further.
Desire for exploration heightens arousal for the taboo ~
revealing an innate urge to satisfy the hunger within.
Casting aside caution in an attempt of sustaining entrancement
enables pursuing flesh to connect in frenzied abandonment;
propelled by an ache for release necessitated by instinct.
And in the aftermath,
chilled by impetuosity still moist from the volume of thirst ~
two souls waiver in the realization of their actions,
as silent tears of ignominy wash blame from their wringing hands....