I'm a prisoner of poetry
Chained to the curse of the verse
Locked in the labyrinth of lyrics
For my better or for worse
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Captive to words and notions
Jailed by the jubilee of jingles
Confined by my emotions
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Restrained by the rhythm of rhymes
Immured by the mad myths of metres
Thoughts tied to my Muse's crimes
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Shackled to enchanting runes
Fettered by the freedom it gives me
Bound to literary tunes
I'm a prisoner of poetry
Liberated by my writes
It hooks me, holds me, helps me, heals me
With my Muse, I touch new heights
Categories:
immured, poetry, prison, writing,
Form: Rhyme
september darkness
a somber twilight evokes ~
a slumber immured
tree leaves dance and swirl
like floating gems in the sun ~
jewels of nature
swift flight of spring birds
in migration to safety~
an epoch journey
Categories:
immured, autumn, nature, seasons,
Form: Haiku
“Somewhere Ages and ages hence”
Past all attempts towards defence
Of our doings we begin to see
For both our eyes, we did not see
A little is often taken for too much
That we can’t but be imbeciles as such
Is a sore lesion to life’s beauty
Seldom do we see sense as duty
We think we know while we do not
Immured we live in our cosy cot
This is all life has, thinks the simple mind
Indolent to seek a superior find
Categories:
immured, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
A flame of scarlet crept in a swift diagonal across my cheeks,
Then a gentle sarcasm ruffled my anger,
They felt a melancholy monotone beat of my heart;
The world!
This time, not a mere figment of a poet's fancy.
This is not a swaggering air of braggadocio,
Nor an atmosphere thick with flattery, ballyhoo and toadyism,
Because I’m beaming with pleasurable anticipation,
And can’t dally in maudlin regret over the past.
Having evanescent shades of feeling,
And flushed with a suffusion that crimsoned my being,
I paused, stunned and comprehending,
Because I’ve perceived the iron hand within the velvet glove,
And felt the ironic rebound of my words in poetry.
Having sacrificed the vulgar prizes of life,
I’m done sitting on thorns,
My hurrying thoughts are clamoring for utterances,
Because I’m immured in a travail round of duty,
The duty of living and dying with the ink and pen.
Categories:
immured, poets,
Form: Free verse
Remembering the Hothouse
for our daughters
Wind skids on curves of trees,
immured in ice, seeds sleep.
Inside, I shiver.
Then, from bean fields of the mind,
coiling on propping studs of flesh
ascends the blossoming hope;
and I know that pregnant Sal,
smoothed with cocoa cream
sails snoring into birth.
Her waters warm, protect, and part:
the cargo singing in her crib
melts the chill
when wind skins bark and bones
and every other year
the chorus grows.
Categories:
immured, assonance, birth, mother, my
Form: Free verse
Death, Where Are You
I bet you've met the most amazing people,
popes and queens beneath cathedral steeples,
and dust-foot maids in the hills among the petalled sepals.
Death, where are you now?
I bet you've been around the world,
farther than the compass sent so many sails unfurled,
vikings ships, and ships from Qin, Polynesians with their curls.
Death, where are you now?
I bet you've heard so many marvelous last words,
jokes and fears, confessions, secrets soon to be immured.
There's nothing new to you, where all our crossroads blur.
Death, where are you now?
I bet you're not afraid of battle; I bet you know
what comes after the harsh light, where we go.
I bet you hold no grudges, and forgive both high and low.
Death, where are you now?
date: 5.2.2018
contest: rhyme and refrain
sponsor: broken wings
Categories:
immured, death,
Form: Rhyme
Was death always this present
Or was I blind
Immured in the unseeing
Arrogance of youth?
Now I feel the tendrils
Of mortality coil
Their unwelcome presence
Around me everyday;
In Memorium reminders
Of death's hand scattered
throughout life.
No longer blind I see;
Shudder, turn my back
To embrace immortality.
Categories:
immured, age, death, life, truth,
Form: Free verse
Friendship Bound
One day the whole of me disappeared
I was left alone in a shell of despair
with but maimed memories, confined
behind dull unbreachable walls,
trapped by fate in this cold chair
faraway within I sealed my smile
fighting invisible mad immured
in cruel moments with no escape
but when in this frozen world
you saw me bound whole you
poured your warm black soul
into mine, unfolding time itself,
back from oblivion I was brought
you tore the pain away in friendly
peals of laughter that ricocheted
in my heart in arabesque patterns,
you spun my wheels, flew me up
and down like a bubbly African spirit
in a trance, and night crumbled,
my days mended, and my smile
went sailing home friendship bound.
Categories:
immured, friendship,
Form: Free verse
Did you see her? I guess you didn't.
Since then, she never went out again. She hid all herself for years inside those tall apartments and buildings. She walked through strap-like hallways and crawled under low surfaced ceilings. She used to be inside since then. She concealed her melancholiness and never gave the world a chance to see her once more. She was an outside person actually, but not anymore.
I just lately learned all of these about her. I searched for all the streets in London and Paris, but never found a hint of her. Not knowing she's immured behind those thick walls of concrete edifices.
Now, I cautiously observe every single window of an apartment, building, and skyscraper. I keep an eye on every single windowpane, hoping one day you'll cabbage the curtains and take a glance. Lucky enough if you'll open the glass that separates you from me. Luckier if you'll dare to open a door, and let the world to see your face we missed the most.
Categories:
immured, emotions, feelings, for her,
Form: Prose
Lonely maid immured in the castle walls
does an urgent desire thee inflame...
when I charm thy verdant eye?
Mine fate is entwined with thine,
be it life liveth in love, or nothing more!
O veil not thy smooth, timid face
with doubt and fear! Though thou seem too brave
to endure what morrow might bring ashore;
thy vessel will not stray from mine keen eye,
assured guidance will spare it from wrackage,
as I spare thee the sorrow of the coldest tears!
Lonely maid immured in the castle walls,
thou will know sublime joy in mine passionate embrace,
as these lips make thee taste their sweetness;
mine passion is a love no lover hath or will have,
and I bring a light to illuminate thy darkness!
Lonely maid immured in the castle walls,
forbidden to feel love and explore its wonders,
let thy words come forth and speak in tender tongue;
thou can break thy vow of forced chastity...
as no king possess thee but this knight of loyalty!
Categories:
immured, dedication, faith, happiness, love,
Form: Verse
You are my savior and my special soul seeker,
You've unveiled me,
And unconfined me from my boundless illusions,
Free from this great fatuity;free from cloaking and suppressing.
Now, I am manumitted,
The veracity and the fact about the demon within my body,
You've conceived the reality,
You've seen me behind my veneer;the existence who was hiding for a long time.
This is me.....
A product of dispute and ignorance,enigma and sufferance,
A product of doubt and delusion,agony and demoralization,
A human of insanity and madness.
Have you seen the other being in me?
Take a gaze,
Of what I hate
Of what I love
Of who am I.....
The real me!!!
The great occult secret that was immured within my soul,
Now, do you imagine and see
Everything you desire.
Do what you want
Take a little glance
Have a glimpse
Stare at me...
Look at me....
***A Backward Poem***
Categories:
immured, introspectionme,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Verily,here,is awaited fate.
I,artificer of that which immures me,
am befuddled by such hands that abate
and augment 'mid its trice mellifluously.
There is no such animal as time
thrashing at one's mind
with its keen ungual;
ravishing ponder to despondent wonder.
Hobbles and fetters of sullen hue
embellish the aura of my silhouette.
Verily,here,there is penance due
for the catharsis of my soul's etiquette.
Amongst miserable ululation
from pederasts and recalcitrant knaves,
I hearken my own lamentation,
And to my heart's resound I am but a slave.
There is no such animal as fate,
laden on one's pate
with heft of loathsome beast;
ravaging blunder to a roseate ponder.
Categories:
immured, inspirationalanimal, animal,
Form: Rhyme