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Anchor

The waters no longer hot, just a cold depthless sea.
The young girls shackle was a perfect miraculous fit.
dragging her to the depths of the shallow box;
the anchor that would sit. 

Her locks of hair were dripping-
a drip for all her anguish,
that would send the box spilling.

Thus she stayed silent,
pop, bam, bang for every bubble that popped-
a new batch would flock.

Lifting up her arms in despair, 
she looked at the radiant circle. 
It wasn't fair.
The circle bulged created by man, 
but she couldnt even use her hand-
to get out of the cell, it would be a bore.
For she had the capacity for no more, 

She wailed and cried and still couldn't thrive.
For her smile was deprived.

Was the bath ever even hot?
or had she forgot-
to turn the tap and make it hot.
© Dana Bain  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Into the First Hours of Twilight

.
The last tint of orange sunset faded

into hints of lilacs and blues

trailing the depthless paths

of a promising horizon

On the glistening sand I lay

into the first hours of twilight

My eyes reverting from early stars

to follow soft gentle ripples

of playful waves lapping

onto the silent shore

The scent of salt~ spray 

and margeuritas 

wafted in the air

'Neath the moonglow

that seperates our lands

...And I thought of you

...Of your last letter

Of every pulse of your heartbeat

pouring crimson in a cup 

of rose-petal water

Yes,once more I thought of you

like I always do

And everything was beautiful

and everything went still

till the trickling drops of crystal dew

welcomed dawn.

Majesty of the Night

Night descends,
The sky a depthless midnight blue
Interspersed with wisps of clouds,
The rain a slow patter on the dusty ground.

Magic is done on nights such as these,
That singular brand of magic that soothes the heart
And brings peace to the perturbed soul.

The beginnings of a wistfulness unbidden
Stir in your soul, enrapturing you;
Spiriting you away from worldly concerns
To those wishes of yesterday;
The dreams yet unbroken and thoughts yet unfinished.

From whence they come you do not know
These echoes of your past;
Memories unbound from earthly restraints
Bear you aloft in a veil of mist.

They alleviate the aches in your heart,
Ensnared by the shackles of life's worries.
Unfettered, it beats with renewed vigor,
The thunderous rhythm pounding through your veins
Like a team of galloping horses.

Gently back to earth you float on trailers of mist;
Reminiscences receding into the vast abyss above you.
Slowly you return to yourself,
Rejuvenated, reborn.

Some memories never fade;
And never far from your thoughts
Shall be the magic and majesty of this night.

The Thought of Her I Cannot Touch

The thought of her I cannot touch
Though daylight’s shadow’s stirring such
That mystic gleam of fickle night
Whose depthless colour finds delight
A glimpse of her I cannot keep
No more than shards of vesper’d glee
Splashed across ole midnight’s sea
Have flickered through eternity
The wisp of her I cannot feel
No more than autumn in the world
When leaves have fallen on the rye
Golden brown beneath the sky
The name of her I dare not speak
When angles do for virgins weep
Their tears but riffles in the night
Of rose like crimson on the rise
When brakes a blushing in the sky
Beyond the hills to steal the night
The thought of her I cannot touch
No more than words can utter such
Like gentle kisses of a rose
Whose peddles sail betwixt the shoals
And sailing then beyond the sea
Shall bloom again resplendidly.

The Askance Chapter 2 Part 2a

Mirrors Of Our Souls

For just a while I close my eyes
Waiting… waiting for thoughts to devour me
Too much truth voice the hidden lies
And a sudden befallen wells tranquility

What lies aforth, I’m only to know just as well
The creature of death, shall be arriving soon
An unholy desire of the inevitable dwell…
And the silent spirits sang for darkness to loom

At the chime of the thirteen hour
The ever darken blackness seduces the fallen angels
Time statues unmoved by unearthly power
And I saw the ghostly green of the iris crystal

Never a calmness blue, never an angered red
Only of a depthless green
Subtle as dew on ancient lake
Endless in its inspirit eyes of dreams

“As it appears, you seem cleanse of troubled thoughts!
My presence seems unnecessary, or is it not?
Voice one’s heart for your sorrows, I shall feed
Be it grievance tear to water one’s yearning seed
Hence the enchantment of time stands the dark and the light
Where there is one there is the other, of day and of night
Laughter is of happiness within the essence of sadness
For one never rejoices if one understands not the sweet bitterness
The knowledge of pain reveals the path to comfort
To feel, to heal, can one’s destiny be acknowledged forward!
Grace be the divine, waste be the devil
Mystical wonders wells both the heavenly and befallen angels
These few of many proverbs, bears true to its words
They are but two, yet voice only as one to be heard
No less, no more, a string there binds with never a knot
For since the forgotten rules, sacks not a penny for a thought
Scripted as one sees, for what lies as a woven bond
Either to be denied existence, then neither of us will belong
The balance atween our worlds, towers the Golden Gates of reasons
Yours as the ‘Mortals’ and of my the ‘Ancients’
© Joel Lee  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Bouncing Back Self-Controlled


In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me.

The dulcet dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the buds of my euphoric dreams 
in the seamless domain of depthless desire.
I didn’t see the sandstorm slither in the slate horizon.

Travelling forlorn in the desert of a desolate life
in the maze of your deceptive dunes I wandered enticed.
I was seduced by your face behind the mask,
my morose heart turned into wreckage in your swathe. 

I didn’t know where I was meant to be and to belong,
but tried to find a place in the oasis of your luring love.
I ended up becoming a dense dust in the wasteland
that blew away to the obscurity in the desert storm.

Under the scorching sun burning the façade of desire,
as I drifted desiccated across the dunes of deprivation
with the shifting sands of time designing myriad illusions,
I saw my destruction in the mirage flashing in your eyes.

Emotion engulfed by the raging sense of consternation
bewildered me by the confusing options of flight or endurance. 
I submerged immobile within the state of stasis, 
while the denial response shriveled my shattered essence.

As the sunshine days of delight ran out fast for me, 
the twilight sky fell with the dismal night,  
I didn’t forget that the cold sun sinks to ascend again, 
inspiring the Phoenix in me to rise from the debris.

Through the billowing smoke thick and blinding,
I came out of the ruins, and saw the beauty life was.
Before the bruised conscience overwhelmed my broken soul,
I found the inner strength to bounce back self-controlled.

Wife

Whoever finds a wife finds a good thing,
And obtains favour from the Lord above.
You are that good thing, my answered prayer,
The embodiment of grace, of peace, of love.

Happy wife, happy life — they say it lightly,
But I have lived it as a sacred truth,
For your smile is the sunlight of myself dwelling,
Your joy is the keeper of my youth.

I promise to treat you better,
Not merely in words, but in the way I live,
To love you not when it is convenient,
But with all the love a man can give.

To be with you forever,
Not for a season, not for fleeting years,
But through the autumns of our lives,
Until eternity itself disappears.

I will never mistreat you, never forsake you,
My vow is carved upon my heart,
I will always be by your side,
Till death itself shall try to do us part.

When life gives you lemons, I will make your lemonade,
I will turn your bitterness to sweet,
When the world grows heavy and unkind,
I will be the calm beneath your feet.

I will be there to give you a shoulder to lean on,
When strength abandons you and hope feels thin,
I will be there to wipe your tears,
When the night is long and sorrows creep within.

Because being yours is my purpose,
And loving you is my eternal goal,
You are my everything, my world beyond measure,
The prayer that completes my soul.

Your love is a treasure I have never taken for granted,
A rare jewel I could never trade,
It is depthless, endless, and divine,
The kind for which empires would fade.

So take my hand, my wife, my forever,
Let me love you as a man was born to do,
Wholly, deeply, faithfully and endlessly,
For there is no life, my love, without you.

Sol Invictus

Hollow odes lament where waves crash depthless

Oh! How ocean lacking light spills woe so!

Lackluster grays wail unkempt longingness

Lone stander bleeds the dreams of times ago

  

 O'er the screaming wind, a seagull's bleak cries

weeps of cloudiness usurping the day

Heaven's warmth obscured, and now coldness vies, 

overwhelming where vast emptiness slays

  

Left purposeless, wavering dark takes hold

looping tight a lynch-like corrosive noose

Otiose life sucks vim where sharks enfold,

wrecked in sunless abyss of night let loose

  

But Sol, unconquerable, beams once more

and the lighthouse sings, full of birds from shore!

  

(6/10/18)
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member Rising From the Ashes

In the seamless sky of my fervent yearning,
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze
that carried your jasmine fragrance to me.

The dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the budding euphoric dreams 
in the domain of depthless desire,
I didn’t see clouds slither in the slate horizon.

In the stream of night the specks of darkness slid,
in its flood my longing essence sank.
I couldn’t hold on to your hands as before, 
for you freed yourself from my eager embrace.

Splintered in the threshold of tarnished twilight, 
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of me
disappear with my dreams in the stormy night.
Demolished, I was sucked into its virulent void.

Emotion engulfed by raging sense of consternation
bewildered me by the flight of fight option,
I submerged immobile in the state of stasis,
while the freeze response shriveled my mind.

Expectations unfulfilled hit me hard,
promises unkept flung fiery blows of torment.
My mangled mind caught fire of the wild,
blazed the tender time of endurance.

The flame flowed from my burning mind,
singed the sensual meadow my love had made, 
as my heart morphed into a volcanic inferno,
erupted fuming lava called anger.

Through the billowing smoke thick and blinding,
I came out of the ruins, saw the beauty life was.
Before my ember conscience burnt the soul, 
I rose from the ashes, self-consoled and sane.

Premium Member Two English Sonnets - For Contest

When a Man Loves a Woman


He awoke, unaware of what ailed him,
lay blissfully stupid upon the bed.
They had exchanged numbers. “Perhaps?”  “We’ll see?”
yet now, by trailing scent of her, he's led.

“Twas but the fleeting brush of flaxen hair
filaments of gold this spidery maze
soft pouty kiss left hanging on the air
stunned prey held motionless ‘mid moonlit gaze.

Yet deep within the urge to run, to flee
deny the heated blood within his veins
escape the tentacles of what might be
while on the wind the rapture slowly wanes.

And yet he'll search each night those depthless eyes
arrayed within the nuance of disguise.


12/15/2016




When a Woman Loves a Man


She awakens cognizant of love’s start
rolls lazily on pillowed fantasy
longing to hear the thunder of their hearts
walking the silent rim of ecstasy.

All else is but a dreamy Princess theme
cold rain become the dripping tears of joy
cavorting in the mist of passion’s scheme
short dalliance with longing’s clever ploy.

Retreat, defend the castle, lest it fall
become but subjugate to passion’s King
live in the shadow of love’s passing thrall
wander in search of windblown scented spring.

Yet does the fervor of her heart conceive
a love no doubtful passion can unweave.



12/16/2016
Form: Sonnet

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