Long Idyll (idyl) Poems
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The Spring Queen.......
Delicate blooms
Fresh and new
Emerging colour too
Her dress.....
The colour of new green,
finished off in blue
Edged in snow drops
They follow her too
A walk through the trees
The lightest touch of her hand
and the leaves come forth
Banishing the winds from the north
That special bond...
With spring honey bees
The colour................
All from the Spring Queen's wand
A crown wrought from gold,
set on flaxen hair
Set with jewels and leaves
The colour to unfold
Such magic the wand weaves
Spring Queen.........
budding colours........
to be seen
Fresh and green
Spring Queen, touching summers day
The full blossom
Summer Queen
Tumultous green
The colour at play
The summer flowers
The colour glows
The Summer Queen walks through
Forests and meadows
The colour changing too
Summer queens' crown
Finest gold............
Bejewelled in flowers
A caress of hand...............
Petalled land....
All around
Dense leaves
of forest green
Gild the brocade.......
of the Summer Queen
Summer beginning to fade
Autumn coming.............
Autumn Queen,
sweeping through the glade
Leaves turning,
the sun , no longer burning
Rich orange and red
Yellows and browns too
Colour changing,
with Autumn's tread
Shades of brown and red.........
on her cape
The leaves begin to fall.......
With a toss of her head
She makes her way to the hall
The quiet rustle.......
Of Autumn.......
On her bustle
The colour to fall.............
As she walks to the castle wall
Her crown of bronze......
and turning leaves
Scattered trail...........
To the hall
Welcoming hail
The end of Autumn
The Autumn Queen grieves
The passing of...
The wand so...
North wind..........
The first winter snow
Winter crown..........
of the Winter Queen
Platinum and fox fur.........
The finest seen.......
The wand changing too......
Once bronze.......
Now blue,
chased with silver.....
The stars flew
Quiet fall of snow.........
From the north wind
So long ago...........
Lost reasons..........
The changing seasons
The four Queens
Within.........
Natures ring.....
Natures call
The castle wall.........
The wand that binds them all
To my future daughter.
This world is a disgusting place
This world will not allow you to be fragile
I have grown to learn.
You and I are made of iron and steel.
I have several dents but no one has managed to break me.
I have pieces that have been chipped away but as my mother always told me it shows how strong we truly are.
I've fought my way through life as it tried to drag me down with temptation and lust.
I've fought wars within myself because I wished to be made of satin and silk.
I've tried to cover my tough skin with a fragile exterior but that doesn't work for us, dear.
Our hearts have a way to beam with light.
We are here to help people heal both body and mind
And I am so so so very sorry to have to tell you
That you can not heal those who wish to stay wounded.
You will try to stay and help them,
But they will curse you even with their dying breath.
Even if you have spent countless hours taking care of them, making sure they are fed.
Bathed.
Clothed.
They will still blame you for their misery.
Your heart is one most rare,
It is both a curse and a blessing.
There is no way to block it.
I've tried to block it out with cigarettes, drugs, and liquor.
But I am afraid there is no cure for those pure of heart.
You will see the good in everyone.
Even the blackest of hearts.
It will make you vulnerable.
It will cause you to go blind to their cruelty.
It will break your heart in every way imaginable.
And in the end, you will still be able to stand,
And laugh in the face of their hate,
Because they don't see their own beauty,
They don't see their own light,
So they continue to live in darkness.
They continue to hate what they cannot see.
Keep your heart close to you always.
But never be afraid to love,
I wish for you to love fearlessly and unforgivingly.
Never let someone define your worth,
Live as though you are scared of nothing.
Laugh like a lunatic and smile all the time.
Allow yourself to show compassion and forgiveness even when it is not deserved.
Your mom is always here for you,
And i will never let you fall too hard.
But you do have to fall sometimes
But only sometimes.
i beg you
never forget
you aren't made of wood and clay
or from bricks and mortar
Nor silver and gold.
But of iron and steel.
This life has turned around
many curves past many
beautiful places that have
beckoned me to stop and walk
among the wild flowers.
I have stopped to walk among
the wild flowers bending low to
smell and gaze at their intricate
colors wondering if there is
anyone out there that would pull
me down and explore the
wonders of this world ?
I look for a woman to complete
me to bring to my world what I
can not give.
I dream of a woman that I will
pour a bath for , light candles
for that I will wash her back in
the moon light and ask her to
dance to the sound of the
waves.
I dream of a woman I smell on
the breeze , who's eyes I swim
in dropping all pretenses on the
shore. My skin is so soft that a
baby will coo when she touches
my chest.
She would appreciate me not
for my beauty, but even more
for the beauty inside my soul.
She has a smile that comes
from inside and some would say
rivals the sun.
She will move with confidence
and she will look for a man
whose touch is tender and this
touch awakens all who meet
him to the fact that there is love
in this world.
When ever she is near I will not
be able to contain myself and
my body will respond
automatically pulling her gently
to me.
My heart will always want to
make her smile. Yet she is no
twig to be broken.
She is strong and resilient like a
willow bending but never
braking in the wind.
Her sadnesses is deep he knows
the pain of this world, but her
joy brightens a room.
She calls to the man in me to
love her so deeply, to find every
way to pleasure her and she
wants to do the same.
I could hold, kiss , make love to
her all day and she would beam
when we stepped outside to go
for a swim. These are my
dreams this is the heart I carry.
I am gentle and I am
independent but I love oh so
deeply! Is it you my woman?
The trees and the hills are singing songs of blessing in your mother’s land paving into Kingdom of love banging into healthy situation to welcome you. My brother I have been crying for you for billions of years, my tears are Oceans of happiness, all the animals and the people are cheering you.
Because your arrival all the enemies and friends are now happy to welcome you, my cup of teas is happy to serve me tremendous energy to welcome you. Flowers have been reporting missing you here after centuries of dreams, many years of loneliness, thousands of years of sadness raining in my heart to heart attack full of misconceptions.
Since nature whispers your arrival, there are lots of fanfares and drumming dribbling to dragon shape on the faces that affected with poverty is happy to welcome. The nights and the days are competing to win your arrival; I curse any obstacle on your way to send them to rivers of darkness, marginalized situation becomes most mattered like mathematics.
The boy was completely marginalized by the margin line through equity, now everybody is interested to take part to enjoy his fruits on fractured sycophant love. Unworthy becomes worthy, the impotent become potent hundred percent per se, the nut noted to the notice board to birds control.
Now everyone fights for his or her dear life to achieve the gold to the glory on the expenses of God’s destiny, beyond the core ownership to shipwreck. Family becomes burden upon individual beyond God’s destiny, and the core ownership, family become burden upon individual for supremacy to control the rain only for his or her door the others do not important.
Forgetting that Allah is in control upon everything, after the cake put on the table everybody is aspiring to eat everything without considering the others despite we are cemented with the drop of semen.
Silence is golden or, so the saying goes.
But what is silence? Absence of sound, unspoken words, the stillness of the night?
Silence is a miracle of things.
Silence is a quiet serene place, a retreat from a noisy world.
Silence is a calm to a trouble mind and a weary soul.
Silence is peace in the middle of chaos, or a thought turned into a prayer.
Silence is a beautiful rare flower in a lush green meadow.
Silence are majestic snow-capped mountains standing tall above a valley.
Silence are the soft petals of a rose as they fall away from its stem making room for the new.
Silence is the breeze that blows gently across the hills of a countryside filled
with grazing sheep.
Silence is a colorful rainbow after a summer rain, and fluffy white clouds
in a clear, blue sky.
Silence is an eagle as it soars high across the sky in an upward flight.
Silence is the sun's rays as it rises in the morning bringing light to the world.
Silence is the twinkling of the stars, and the shinning of the moon as they
light up the dark sky.
Silence is the horizontal skyline over the ocean as the sunsets at dusk.
Silence is the snow falling gently on the ground, covering it with a pristine whiteness.
Silence is a leaf as it falls from a tree in Autumn.
Silence is the budding of a cherry blossom tree on a spring day.
Silence is the shadow of a palm tree on a hot, balmy day.
Silence is the reflection of a white swan as it swims gracefully across a crystal, clear lake.
Silence is a candle that lights up a corner in a dark room.
Silence is a secret kept until, it is ready to be told.
Hence, silence can both be seen and not heard but, it has voice.
Listen to the voice of silence as it speaks to the eyes of the beholder.
I'm 19.
That may not mean much to you but it means everything to me.
It means I've already out lived most of my friends and family.
It means I'm smarter than most in my situation.
It means with out hesitation I've given myself the modes and the means
To get what I want and do what I need.
It means I have more hope than most to leave.
I'm not the concrete rose.
I'm the dandelion seed
Ready to leave, waiting on a Gail or a child to come blow me free
So I can land in a better place to take root and take lead.
I'm only 19.
But I've seen enough black on black crime and self-destructive hate
To ever forgive the streets
For turning me against the mirror image I see,
Or for blinding my brothers so that they could not see that they're killing their own
brothers sons of their own sisters and mothers
Or for tainting my sisters with hate, replacing they're hearts with that of a snake, and
leaving them with no self-esteem,covering there eyes so all they see is green
For pimping our children making them turn tricks for treats, closing their minds making
them think "you better start rapping, better get them feet tappin or pick up a ball if you
ever want to get from me get from me" turning them into dancing, singing fools instead of
the future educated black enterprising leaders they need to be
I'm only 19
And already I've been to far to many wakes too ever sleep
Seen far too many mothers grieve and cry
To ever permit myself pity
Seen far too many holes dug six feet deep for those who have falling around me to sit idly
by and wait for mine
the one assigned to me by some stray bullet or how ever death sees' fit to take me
I'm only 19
I've seen enough
I'm done
My cottage becomes a mystical Universe In retirement beyond the World.
Eminently perched along side the river Towy,
Lie’s my True Idyll.
I survey the ever changing landscape,
from here to where the river reaches
“The Sky.”
Below, shimmers of waters. That ever flow
and flow without pause.
Only to be broken, by the splashes of the
allusive Brown Trout whilst feasting upon
the hatching of the Elegant May Fly.
In broken channels Salmon lie, in their
quest to swim upstream to spawn
“ as many will die.”
Above us ‘ Day-Blind Stars ‘ awaiting
to take their turn at night.
The warm breath of a Spring breeze,
tickles the fur of the Bumble Bee.
Now! with splendour and vigour,
a profusion of growth with every tree.
In readiness to give birth to ‘buds’, cut
like Beautiful Emeralds.
To sit and listen, whilst each Wild Bird
heartfully sings each song twice.
Behold danger as a Goss Hawk ,
lives here too!!
The adventureous Egeret walks upon air.
Mirrored by still pools, as he stands to stare.
A duck streches her wings to reveal her brood;
A single tear of joy she sheds.
Across the flow, grassing herd of Cows
to lick the morning honey dew.
As the rain drops fall from Swallows wings.
To ‘Kiss a blaze of Meadow Flowers’.
A Dragon fly, pauses to rub a leg over its head.
A Spider plays ‘ hide and seek’ within the hedge,
to the ‘barks’ from the Jack Russell.
I am in Heaven. All that I survey,
“Enriches our Souls “
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‘Tis You’
It’s a tempestuous, wuthering, wuthering day
as I set forth exuberant and merrily on my way.
I pause to hearken to the symphony of sound
as natures harmony plays and swirls all around.
Ignited flaming thoughts to fill a love sonnet
as I march on and grasp my dishevelled bonnet.
Singing with a lilt - the moors copious with heather,
I am blown to and fro like a weightless feather.
I hither towards the midst of my burning desire;
Longing making my feet rapid as if on fire.
If I was today my sweet love, my kiss to miss,
Nay - I must not surrender and think only bliss.
Romance - oh the seductiveness of it all!
Cascading down upon me like a waterfall.
Each rising, descent, of the sun as day goes down,
Submerged in his love I rhapsodically drown.
Since thine I have always pledged to forever be,
My ravenous eyes shall only seek to find thee.
I surge on until the glorious sight that I behold
appears suddenly before me like a treasure of gold.
The apparition manifests and it seems to glisten
as I catch my breath through squally weather to listen.
A tuneful, loud whistle from a source closest to my heart,
A call for lovers to reunite - no longer apart.
I knew my love would come being no creator of sorrow,
And I shall yearn again for him till it be morrow.
Thou art more to me than my own self - all life together;
He of sun-rays, moonbeams, his divine light altogether.
Joyful musical notes, a bonnet, in the wind left behind,
As I cry out ‘tis you’ and in loving arms, myself, I find.
NO MORE LOVE POEM
“”..... Ander her picture when she cut her wrists and so the kid saw the picture and his prick went Whoop Whoop Whoop,,,”
- Trantino. The Great Blafigria Is.
“ … For I dream I know not how¡
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.”
-The Bridal Ballad. Edgar Allan Poe
Please Stop.
I don’t want falling in Love
& being pretty smart
O mamma mia.
When the Train is Gone
I thrower in motion:
I don’t hit the nail on the head¡
I’m going wild against the Wall
Slap-up meal.
My brain’s been ****ed
When yr love is come
Toot toot
Damn ***** ate my dog.
Then haemin’s yr Ass:
Love is a silly thing
Fancying that
All over the place
And to die
Of a broken Heart, ja, ja ja.
Hey captain¡ Hey captain¡
My arm chaplain is incapable.
Hey Captain¡ Hey Captain¡
I think we’re gonna cum
In the twinkling of an eye:
The end of the love
Lies inside you¡
Do you know Do you see:
All lovers are Rapier pigs
bastard Gentlemen of rape
Looking out at all rissoles
In the churches’ streets
& saying:
” let me darkle
Or let me daze”.
With Langston Huges’ motto
As we live and learn:
“Dig and be dug
In return”
No more Love Poem
Darkly Vampire.
Carry me to Yr Black Ritual
Of bloody Love
Leaning lip-poised.
We tremble to receive
The darkly ****ing Eucharistic
To touch Perceive
Touch Explore
And yet with utmost Sinful care
Slide Melt
Devour.
The *****Cock
And Chicken
In the head of lustful night
Carry me.
The Balmy Month of August
During those dog days of summer’s dream-rest,
When crops robust in days, that are hottest.
I sought to find my love peacefully asleep,
Under the shady oak tree canopy.
Luscious gladiolus witnessed my jest,
When I playfully grass tickled her neck.
And she in stupor trusted my nuisance,
In the balmy month of August presence.
“You are incorrigible,” she awoke to speak,
And scratched the itch I had inflicted.
Then kissed my hand to make me blush,
In the balmy month of August hush.
Where youthfulness swarms the lea and stream,
And sultry air nips the nostrils to breathe.
While a kingfisher squats upon the truss,
To sunbathe in the balmy month of August.
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Note:
The month of August is named after Augustus Caesar, the first Roman emperor (63 BC–14 AD). Gladiolus and the poppy are August’s birth flowers. The gladiolus (aka sword lily or glad) symbolize strength of character, honour, and love, while the poppy symbolizes eternal rest, oblivion, remembrance, and imagination. August babies are considered lucky, born under the protection of August’s birthstone (the vibrant green rare gem peridot), which symbolizes strength and healing powers.
In the Northern Hemisphere, the “Dog Days” of summer are usually very hot and humid, and last from July 3 to August 11. Sirius (aka the Dog Star) in the constellation Canis Major (The Great Dog) rises at the same time.