Honeycombed Poems | Examples

Passions Grip

Misty moonlighting red Queen 
Biting into apple of the eyes
Drinking from the well of light.

A thousand whispers silently into one dream 
eclipsing lunar pearl glowing faraway bright 
In satin darkness within velvet touches teardrops 

Blessings forever born in a distant horizon ivory white speaks
Angel of mercy joined together our reflections spin 
Out of this world onto another 

Cotton weaving Web shadows silver 
kissing the night spotlight  
Blessed with hope 
Resurrection of a soul

Into one candlelight we dance 
cheek to cheek forever 
embraced with honeycombed affections 
deep beautiful warm delight

Nectar

I had become less watchful
in this honeycombed body,
blind behind a thousand windows;
windows boarded up, abandoned,
not disused but closed off,
the way a hive becomes blind
one window at a time.

It is the slow drowning of long winter
that opens fusty shutters.
for now is the 'becoming' time,
a time for the winching resurrection
of awakening trees,
of honey-suckling days.

I have windows and behind each one
there is a lively hum and light,
and golden eyes polished bright.

Dem Bones

Some float,
move on the diameter of a whim.
A few articulate between joy and grief,
others are hinged
so that ears can hear each other.

Most are scaffolds.
One hollow bone hums in the throat,
it channels the smoky music
of sub-conscious saxophones.

A few are honeycombed for memory
and procreation.
One is a cave for old mind-muddles,
it has a window view.

All the others
are flesh garbed trombones
that slide in and out
to unlock our whoopee cushions
with their skeleton keys.
© a day ago

Night Psalm

I unloved you for years.
We became friends in a dream - in your dream.
My actual life, awake or sleeping,
loved the way we plundered the flesh
of a hundred shared passions, the way we exchanged erotica
like unisex garments.
I am honeycombed, riddled by all those unloved times,
yet I love them, and you now. We were ghosts
in blind eyes, obsessed with crippling raptures.
Love was a promenade roadkill, now its specter binds me
to old love songs never sung.

A Rivering

Bring green barges for the winching,
     heft a portage of willowy thrones 
                    for the wind thrummers,
          gild each gap with dewy vines.

A droning in the leaf shelters,
     all the humming skimmers
      grown beyond their husks.
Gather the garner to be had
                      sift and share.

Time to haul-in Lady flaxen hair
              her goldenrods dancing.
We have windows, behind them
                 volant dragons glitter 
and whisk.
We see her serpent forms
              in the airy whim.

We have lashes on ox-eye buds,
                 honeycombed fodder 
                          in the silky sap,
tidings leap, 
utter bright on every tongue.
It is the rivering. The Spring awakening
and the rioters are weaving sunlight
                  everywhere.

Appalachian Dawn

I have a passion to hold a lamp aloft,
to capture one acre of starshine
before the sun writes a new dawn.

Rusting Chevys bloom in the half-light.
Nightjars depart on shadow wings.
Shimmering’s walk toward my window
on silver slippers.

A native mildness calls me out
to the green hollows
where poppies cling to secrets.
I’ve a yen to lean like a greening barn
that’s honeycombed with sky.

The dew bathes, hills run with deer.
The woods hold aloft their nocturnal dreams
while the sky turns those to mist

I am invited to be kin,
to the verdigris of millstones,
to the mist and blood
of feuding legends,
to the weather-worn
secluded places

where dirt roads end
and life proclaims
its right to be free.

Rivering Spring

A droning time with its honeycombed eyes;
lives grown beyond their husks.

Bring green barges for the winching of the awakening,
portage willowy thrones to the wind thrummers,
gild each gap with a dewy wine.

Time to pull up the lady with the golden hair,
wash the water's with her amber and
blood-stones.

We have windows and behind them
volant dragons whisk goldenrods.
We have windows in ox-eye buds.
We see her serpentine hair swim
in the airy whim.

It is a droning time, a glut and glutch
on every glistening tongue.
It is a rivering.

Heavenly Hallucinations of Love's Divine Destiny

A wondrous spirit of true love now softly murmurs its echo
On the wings of God’s angels, as they ascend heavenward.

This and more occurs as radiant cultured pearls begin dancing
Their magical-mystical dance deliciously in the oceans deep.

With this, the bright-blue-mirrored waves of the oceans move
In a melodious tempo of love with the pearls as they dance.

Caressing the heavenly sparkles rippling deep in the oceans’ waves,
An enchanted diamond-cut glass now trembles and shatters loudly!

At this moment, a mermaid of angelic pulchritude takes her divine
Throne as the mystical dance continues throughout the late night.

Crystal chimes begin sounding pure with a fire and fury of emotions
Within our hearts, as they excite our passions palpably and exquisitely!

The candlelight’s effulgent reflection in this moment transfixes me true,
By your warm and loving touch and the magic of your presence with me. 

Coloring and scenting the air surpasses all others as the breathless and
Honeycombed eminence of your being touches the depths of my soul!  

Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid, A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – July 21, 2018

The Sunflower Rises

Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway
new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream
an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem

Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning clear 
golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle silken touch
vision of deep beauty shines immaculate heart

Beholding rose gold sparkles
sugar coating light dazzling before the eyes
crystal sparks ignite rainbow gleams

Through a mist of tears travelling one picture 
everything shrinks in your shadow perfect
sunbeams warmly come alive

Touching clouds dancing with teardrops 
falling over an angel salted from the ocean
seagulls lament faraway distant overseas calls

(Unrhymed Tercet)

Holding Precious a Treasured Dream

As the morning sun 
smiles warmly with colour 
upon you my love

It's all around embraced within a circle 
kissing each and every single breath 
inside jumping heartbeats pop 

A moonbeam enters softly embraced 
your the light of destiny kissed 
beautiful rose shining gold gift wrapped

Amazing with the dewdrops 
your sparkle dwells in the heart 
guiding this soul lovingly home

I can see heaven in your eyes 
where chocolate melts like carmel 
into heartbeats golden honeycombed

unrhymed tercets

Sunflower Rises

Conquering new territories climbing up the stairway
new beginnings hanging on the edge of a dream
an empire arises from dark ashes flash petals catch one gem

Through honeycombed dewdrops softly spinning
golden the sparkle upon your tabernacle silken touch
vision of deep beauty shines immaculate heart

Beholding rose gold sparkles crown
sugar coating light dazzling before the eyes
crystal sparks ignite rainbow gleams 

Through a mist of tears travelling one picture 
everything shrinks in your shadow perfect
sunbeams warmly come alive 

Touching clouds dancing with teardrops 
falling over an angel salted from the ocean
seagulls lament faraway distant overseas calls 



 (Unrhymed Tercet)

Hollywood Dreamer

HOLLYWOOD DREAMER...

Mesmeric pursuits consumed
all his energies:
leaving him only frustrations
to nourish his mangled pride.

Magic dreams
that once fueled his being
slowly decayed
into infectious nightmares:
leaving him to loathe
the coming of each dawn.

Each dawn gradually revealing
naked realities of eroded dreams:
Hollywood's honeycombed
hollow hopes.

One Lazy Afternoon

It was one lazy afternoon
 
laying in the hammock
 
under the azure sky
 
sheltered from the blistering sun
 
by the canopy of the old oak tree
 
chru   chru   chru
 
 warbles from the Bluebird
 
can be heard
 
as she calls for her mate

Closing my eyes 

I soar, I soar so high

  above the tallest branch

floating free

gliding in the wind

travelling towards the perfumed breezes of pansy fields

 watching their velveteen petals sway

 like her hips when she dances in the stream

   watching their alluring moves

  attracting the pollinator

 with seducing aromas

 Almost tasting the sweetened nectar 

 soft and smooth like her honeycombed hair

 pleasing like her sun-kissed skin

 which keeps taunting my dreams

 with ephimeral wishes

 of untamed adventures

 with her.

Two Worlds Colliding

a tranquil meadow 
dons a velvet lupine cloak...
bees swarm in dark clouds 

vast fields honeycombed
with flora and rabbit holes...
hawks swoop down for prey


By Carrie Richards......For Russell Sivey's Contest: Two Worlds Colliding

Family Lineage

Honeycombed crocks, like patterns 
On an old quilt
Start and pause without reason
Long dandied extravagant  Peacocks
Strut below airships rising above
Pale blue seas…dust has no  taste
Light reflects off shadows of rouge
Rubbed rough by tears
Only today matters.... white caps roiling
Over  loyalty, held for centuries,
Never released,
          ………never released

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