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S l e e p feels like a pathological lie ~
deranged dialect
spoken from the tongue of traitors,
and I listen to the heinous haze
of the insomniac breeze
moving to the splitting silver
of Judas’s coins,
a reflection of an estranged estuary
with no island left to revisit...
For I’ve seen it ~
all alone,
tasted the tormented
tones of tornadoes,
their truth tender,
warmer than the vicious voice in my head,
gaslighting my mind,
betraying my faith
clouding my soul’s compass
to believe in the
phantom fallacies painted
and pigmented
from my own poisoned perspectives,
the forest serpents of fears
sojourning in the skin,
hiding the terror
left in the arteries of abandonment.
But what would the
cynical mirror of existence reveal
when everything I have learned
was written from the crippled ink
of a burdened storm,
carrying chaos amidst calmness,
unable to grasp grey,
as hope feels like the
devil in a dress,
drenched in deception.
And I hurt
like an infant left unloved,
oblivious to the eagle anthems,
threatened by aerial oaths,
as I am the architect of darkness,
not a victim,
but the turmoil to the
Sun and the Moon,
living in the macabre
valleys thriving in shame,
as my inner child still dreams
in cursed colors of crestfallen angels.
The toxic tune in my head,
the venom within my veins,
the cataclysmic carnelian
beneath my feet ~
O beloved bloom unblemished,
remove yourself
from this collapsing castle
of cruelty numbed,
where dahlias grow from doom
and skeletons wear my name.
I am trauma
a walking juxtaposition
suffocating your silence,
aching for assurance,
ricocheting like rust
of infernal flames ~
so wipe the traces hanging
on the smoke-kissed
screens of stillness,
burn the addictive
madness of my name...
Let these ashes be,
as nocturnal stars
watch me turn into
a sonnet, unrhymed
and
u n f
i n
i s
h e d …
Carnelian, tumbled, polished and beautifully elegant,
anchors this daydream in reality and the acceptance of life;
removes all fear of death as this orange gem will assist my soul,
navigate the journey into the maze of the afterlife. (or is that a dream ?)
Egyptians believed in the power of Carnelian, it left them deeply enthralled,
loving this vibrant orange gemstone that blazed of the colors in Autumn;
inside the stone there is a cloudy interior that leaves this girl daydreaming,
and so I must put on my Carnelian necklace from India and feel it's vitality.
now, oh sweetness, I have peace and tranquility and can write my poetry . . .
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March 25, 2018
Poetry/Acrostic/Daydreamers: Carnelian
Copyright Protected, ID 03-1006-440-25
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Her sensual scarlet lips tempted him to taste
the sweet kisses that awaited.
There was a rosy blush on her cheeks,
drawn out by his intimate whispers.
Deep claret wine graced the crystal laden table
evening lit by the golden light of a full moon.
A hundred carnelian candles, varied in height,
enhanced the room where seduction would ensue.
Heat from the flames not nearly as torrid
as the smoldering look within their eyes.
Scent of long stemmed crimson roses filled the air.
As they danced, he spun her into his arms.
Her deep carmine silk dress clung to the curves of her body.
Guided her to the burgundy brocade couch, sat beside her
and took her face in his hands. They stared into each others eyes,
but not a word was spoken. Without taking his eyes from hers,
he went to his knees and offered her a red velvet box.
A single tear fell to her cheek. Nestled within the white satin
was testimony to his love, a ruby ring, encircled by diamonds.
A letter to my wounds,
fragranced with powdered incense,
every word woven from carnelian ink,
beauty lies in the readers heart,
bruised syllables define nothing,
when everything phrased and vented,
are mere signs of bravery,
flowing in eloquence.
So, see beyond vague verses,
crafted from mystical metaphors,
and sanguine similes,
there streams,
truth of a healing mind,
still bleeding broken ballads,
and soulful sonnets;
same rhythm as the
art of a passionate poet,
pleading to be heard and seen,
amidst silenced skies on gloomy nights,
as this quill desires no accolades nor
condolences but compassion.
The Journey from Crimson
Orange chakra on stage two of the journey perennial sacrum’s waves getting longer
a sensual colour accomplished spraying moistening waters tides and you
the rider surfing growth in lengthening wave swell searching for meaning
riddles comprised enter-prized rising let flow webbed intermingled for
pleasure desire escape from orange agentic mushroom fields of human depravation
longing in what is here for now yet to arrive amber whiling push-pull of senses
Tangerine like Kama Sutra’s challenge in naked nocturnal novel nirvana mirrored
layers of sensual vital living skins the secretions the challenge breathlessness
ascending from carnelian climax from joyful attained building blocks on the path and
unfaltering voyage to peace condensing violence to kindness
27th `July 2016
Sweet Rose of Virtue
by William Dunbar [1460-1525]
translation by Michael R. Burch
Sweet rose of virtue and of gentleness,
delightful lily of youthful wantonness,
richest in bounty and in beauty clear
and in every virtue that is held most dear,
except only that you are merciless.
Into your garden, today, I followed you;
there I saw flowers of freshest hue,
both white and red, delightful to see,
and wholesome herbs, waving resplendently,
yet everywhere, no odor but rue.
I fear that March with his last arctic blast
has slain my fair rose of pallid and gentle cast,
whose piteous death does my heart such pain
that, if I could, I would compose her roots again,
so comforting her bowering leaves have been.
Desdemona
by Michael R. Burch
Though you possessed the moon and stars,
you are bound to fate and wed to chance.
Your lips deny they crave a kiss;
your feet deny they ache to dance.
Your heart imagines wild romance.
Though you cupped fire in your hands
and molded incandescent forms,
you are barren now, and?spent of flame?
the ashes that remain are borne
toward the sun upon a storm.
You, who demanded more, have less,
your heart within its cells of sighs
held fast by chains of misery,
confined till death for peddling lies?
imprisonment your sense denies.
You, who collected hearts like leaves
and pressed each once within your book,
forgot. None?winsome, bright or rare?
not one was worth a second look.
My heart, as others, you forsook.
But I, though I loved you from afar
through silent dawns, and gathered rue
from gardens where your footsteps left
cold paths among the asters, knew?
each moonless night the nettles grew
and strangled hope, where love dies too.
Published by Penny Dreadful, Carnelian, Romantics Quarterly, Grassroots Poetry and Poetry Life & Times
A black ringlet
curls to lie
at the nape of her neck,
glistening with sweat
in the evaporate moonlight ...
This is what I remember
now that I cannot forget.
And tonight,
if I have forgotten her name,
I remember:
rigid wire and white lace
half-impressed in her flesh ...
our soft cries, like regret,
... the enameled white clips
of her bra strap
still inscribe dimpled marks
that my kisses erase ...
now that I have forgotten her face.
Published by Poetry Magazine, La luce che non muore (Italy), Carnelian, Triplopia, Net Poetry and Art Competition, Poetry Life & Times, The Eclectic Muse, Strange Road, Inspirational Stories, Kritya (India) and Centrifugal Eye.
Verse 1
Pink lavender honeyed skies swallowed the day
then we fly through a banyan tree
to admire an air plant without soil on display
a turquoise cocoon burst forth at noon
seeking out the nectar of an incoming flower
unreckoned and true
Chorus
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am lost
thrown into the sea without bottom or shore
constantly treading the vilest of waters
ankle-deep, knee-deep, waist-deep, neck-deep Lord
guided by galaxies, formed by your mountains
lavished in radiance I cannot afford
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am forlorn
Verse 2
through arabah wasteland to engedi's shoreline
where eneglaim waits at the edge of the deep
the slaves by birth rising in filthy rags wading
into waters too wide and too holy to keep
leaves will not wither and fruit will still flourish
and herbs will heal everything exiled in me
jasper and sapphire and pearl at the threshold
where the dead brine drinks till its currents run free
Chorus
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am lost
thrown into the sea without bottom or shore
constantly treading the vilest of waters
ankle-deep, knee-deep, waist-deep, neck-deep Lord
guided by galaxies, formed by your mountains
lavished in radiance I cannot afford
O Captain, pay the ransom, for I am forlorn
Verse 3
no longer roaming the vilest of waters
the ransom was paid at the turn of the tide
carnelian burning like embers inside me
chrysolite green where the filthy rags died
beryl and topaz and chrysoprase dawning
amethyst jacinth and ruby my name
emerald and onyx where filthy rags clothed me
I flew through the banyan tree never the same
Chorus
O Captain, You paid the ransom when I was lost
thrown into the sea without bottom or shore
no longer treading the vilest of waters
ankle-deep, knee-deep, waist-deep no more Lord
guided by galaxies formed by Your mountains
lavished in radiance I could not afford
O Captain, You paid the ransom when I was forlorn
Outro
leaves will not wither
fruit will flourish
herbs will heal
unreckoned, uncontained,
mysteriously free.
amethyst, amber, agate, aquamarine
barite, bauxite, beryl, soon seen
carnelian, chryophrase, cool citrine
diamond, dolomite, delivered by Dean
Emerald, epidite, elusive by far
Flourite flowing next to Feldspar,
Gemstone hit parade, setting the bar
Hematite holds us hostage, said Mar.
Isis calcite showing up imperial jade,
Jasper enters the fray with his own maid.
Karats counted in diamonds, making the grade.
Lapis Lazuli opening your third-eye, a spiritual aid
Moonstone and malachite dancing in tune
Niccolite, and nambulite against the moon
Opal and obsidian making fun of a rune
Pearl, pyrite, periodot doing a swoon.
Quartz comes up rosy, all pretty and pink.
Ruby and Rhodonite sitting on the brink.
Sapphire, serpentine, sodalite sharing a drink.
Topaz, tigers eye, turquoise skating in the rink.
Attention now goes to uvite and unakite,
making friends with vivionite an valencianite
Don’t speak to wulfenite cautions wavelite.
‘xtra dazzling, ‘xtra special gemstones delight
Yeoperite says come meet yowah nut
Zeba jasper and zircon run right into the hut
These are not all the gemstones, but they are a few.
I would like to see a bit of each of them, now wouldn’t you?
Carnelian, please, I need my strength;
Tell goldstone to be here in lengths
And dragon stone will guide me through,
With rose quartz here, for loving you.
My pyrite guides me to the left.
Labradorite leaves my hand, bereft.
And though my quartz is tattered and shattered,
Tell amethyst that it never mattered.
Just let me cry and let me sing--
Just let my heart explode again!
Snowflake obsidian strips me naked.
Strengthening contrasts are so sacred.
I'll put this rose quartz to my disposal,
Gift opalite ring, accept my proposal
And be with me forevermore.
Please, please be mine, forevermore