Hilt Poems

My window pane performs its winter show
as silver specks of ice begin to seed.
Hundreds of tiny pins now grow and grow
and one lengthens to form a dagger blade.

Then from the hilt a shiny sword soon grows
and on each edge there...Read More

Flackmoth is not one to provoke feuds
with anyone who has a thing for nudes,
and though he’s far from prudish
he’d like to see a few less nudish.
(He’s of the view that the imagination
titillates far better by suggestion.)

First on his list is...Read More

IN THE SHADOW OF LOVE

Her soft porcelain white skin, showed little after all these years
No more skipping for her as she now slowly ascends the stairs

Her husband now long gone photo sits beside their empty bed
Nights alone gave her time...Read More

I sit there inconsolable, she tells me that our life
Is devoid of happiness, does not want to be my wife
To me it's come from nowhere, I am just so bemused
The cause of my anxiety, is that I am confused

Cannot justify...Read More

Meeting

At church on Sunday night, 
I went to worship God. 
At least to stand with others, 
and lift my hands and bend my knees. 

This was not what I expected?
This was not what I thought would be?
There was no one...Read More

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I’m going to sea in a blueberry boat,
macaroon waves I will sail
Far past the girls and the buoys I’ll float,
maybe spout off to a whale

My crew at the ready but still half a sleep,
I’ll have to turn on the charm
Wake...Read More

Ever the gracious recipient of largesse!

Estrangement swiftly harries stylishly tailors
mine psyche courtesy family of origin, plus
eldest daughter, whose doth rage against this
human machine, albeit yours truly, beatle
browed, black crows, foo fighter (biological
daughter), a presumption aye surmise fille

to the scab barred...Read More

An’ so, the saviors’ called -came bearing, as a breath in the cold
An’ as the autumn leaves pile, amassed- to rustle, brown an’ gold
An’ from betwixt the veil – stepped ghostly, from air, sea an’ rail 
A thousand emerging ever...Read More

Regrets

Are yesterday's newspapers re-hashed.
People really do love us as we are.
And what do regrets serve us?
These squiggly thoughts of loss?

We only have today to live,
Enjoy it to the hilt.
And remember all the good you have done,
For these .....God surely will.

Gratitude...Read More

My knife that thickens to the hilt to savage your eternal guilt,
Your wound that bleeds an endless truth for stealing my innocent youth.
What of your pain that strikes you now,
The fights, the beatings, endless rows,
Don’t look to me for your...Read More

Three Ice-Dragons of Zaath, are faring South,
They strip the landscape barren of all Love.
Each holds a lifeless Champion in its mouth,
Each imitates the wolf, and mocks the Dove…

Beware their icy maws, their shepherds’ clothing,
For they can shift their shady forms,...Read More

Longing for love

2-Heartbreak

My heart wanders in search of buried days of our past
Our travelled world's gained dark blue hue of forgotten hope
Staining from fingertips to soul with painful memories to hilt
Beneath silent night's silhouette absorbing each moment's crumbling fragile solace
Winds...Read More

My brittle bones are like this fence, so built,

               On throes of horrors shrouded with the hilt

Of war's inanely senseless blade, now dulled,

   ...Read More

When I was young, I had a toy
That was an adding scale.
You hung the plastic numbers
'Til equality you'd nail.

Of course, it only worked
If what you added was correct.
Two twos would balance out a four;
A five it would deflect.

With age I've...Read More

ADAABA  (INCULPATION)

submerged in marshy waters
she mused furiously
rotating the blades 
while massaging the hilt 
silently hopeful 
as the timing is crucial
marching to deluge 
the seemingly matching threat
alluring destiny to the test
the stage has been set
striding unhonoured 
strapping humor
fastened in an...Read More

Brash, you are,
          My petite paramour,
               The 'alternative' thang going on ...
     Dyed,...Read More

Looked up and down, right and left
Wondering why life suffers a theft
Subtracted beauty from my chin cleft
 
If I deserved and preserved the best
My love could lavish to attest
Why my love passed a preset test
 
Under dodgy durations of circumstances
Pummeling...Read More

Nope!, this aint a
     (non) commercial
     Christmas plug for ye,
nonetheless, a greeting
     of joie de
     vivre buttressed with
     (wreath) in...Read More

My heart grew feeble and I fell,
enraptured by illusion's spell.
My fingers lost their grasp - the hilt!
The sword has fallen; blood has spilt. 

And it seemed so sweet to give it up,
in exchange for passion's cup.
Drunk, I stumbled to the...Read More

Stand for your beliefs 
Despite tribulations and blues
Worry not about physical, psychological or metabolic reliefs
But defend to the hilt the values

Defining, refining and buttressing your personality and character
From infancy to adulthood
Where values and beliefs are a factor
In enhancing the attitude,...Read More

Mario Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 poems towards his credit platform.
Mario Vitale was born in Bristol , Ct Has developed a skill for writing poetry in the free verse form. has been featured on Hubpages.com, Starlitecafe.com & Poetry...Read More

When entering negotiations with a criminal mastermind
Who just happens to be a dictator, cruel and unkind
   of a country with a long record of opposing freedom
   and crushing opponents to death by choosing to bleed 'em

It...Read More

Preterists want back their laurels lost, fingers crossed.
Predators pray for their ruling permanence at the rest's cost, fingers crossed.
So many fingers, so much paltriness; So soon their crossing, their anagnorises so late.
Commanding o'er the entire terrestrial has always been the...Read More

Escapades pursued with passion and abandon, blindness entertained to the hilt, perverse attitude embraced to the exclusion of any sanity modicum have torn my world to pieces as remorse strives to awaken my moribund mind.

Broken, foresaken
sunken to the lowest ebb
I...Read More

Gimme a break, Drake
In the space I own 
In May, June or July to rake
In tonnes of peace without the groan

That serves no useful purpose
In the scheme of strategies I adopt
To rid my life of the toxic venom from the...Read More