Long Lyre Poems
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Sometimes I ask myself if
it would've been better
to have never loved
at all
For me it's the ins & outs
of the fall that are
really discouraging
The idea of purging this
emotion is freeing to the mind
yet I'm bound to the
memories I long to
leave behind
Am I wrong in my assessment
that if love were truly blind
it wouldn't seek out
strong heart beats with
heart shaped eyes?
I think cupid may be the Devil
in disguise masking
its intentions
That warm fuzzy feeling
mixed with passion
is only an extension of
our base desires
It's music to your ears until
you realize whose strumming
the lyre behind
the scenes
It inspires those green with envy
to hate & enrages those
who've been locked
in its cage
Engaged in its game with
the intent to wed
only sheds blood from
a bleeding heart
these days
It's a maze from which many
never return because they're
stuck in a burning hell
soon to be ashes in urns
At least that's what my lower
half says but lets
go higher
Love inspires many
so to never have loved at all
means you're in dire need
Many things transpire during
the course of our lives indeed
& it's love that gets us through
all the terrible times
If I said I wish I never loved at all
I'd be a terrible liar living a lie
& singing a sad song
A song with empty notes
on a blank page
on a stage fraught with fear
Those tears you've cried
truly were not in vain
& of that pain you've felt
don't feel not even
an ounce of shame
It's love that will have you
walking in front of an
oncoming train for its recipient
with transparent irreticence
It's relevance in this world can't
be understated
for even the jaded have seen
what that flower looks like
when it grows through
the green
I mean what is life without
loving eyes?
I'll tell you
It's a life lived blind without
ever truly being seen
A nightmare of which you'll
long to awaken from
so dream with eyes open
to receive some
of its loving embrace
The seas swell
with saccharine sighs
and stir my seaman's obsession
with blonde pleasures,
but treachery’s buried
in treasures feminine-gold.
A flute, a lyre, their voices
nectar-dipped in danger.
Temptation burns with Hades-flames
on sunset waters;
sea-devils, those she-devils
are salt-in-wound and sugar sweet.
Ooh songstress sisters,
please just a taste;
a kiss on lips
that set fire to desires
with your song.
My sailor’s appetite
hungers for your honey,
whet by curves, wet
and flowing with fanned betta fins.
Ship's mainmast in full sail,
filled with your chanting gales
to get there, find you, possess you,
surrender to you.
Lessons of unholy-lore lost
in depths of forbidden allure;
tidal surge drives my male urge
upon damsel-damned rocks.
Scree, with greed
drowns the sinking screams.
Cursed corpses
litter seabed in breath-less murk.
Oh songstress trio,
so fluid,
so corrupt.
Your flute a primal plea,
your lyre a trembling snare.
Soprano hymns
shiver moon-shimmer on water
as wind-songs commit mortal sins.
Fallen angels’, your sea-mist-sighs
are my lyric doom to die.
Black waves
frothy like pints of ale
undulate with serpentine virgins;
weavers of wind
and wave
and spindrift spite.
This sailor’s fate
awaits escape in vain.
My bane, their sunlight-tresses
turned a seaweed tangle.
In temptress threads
I'm wrapped before I’m dead—
cold embrace of death in shallows,
a mariner’s gallows.
Gull, a laughing witness
fades in clouds. Knows my sailor’s
crossed bones will brine.
Opiate of the sea:
my soul’s shipwreck,
their ecstasy.
My blood,
throbbing with lust,
a poor warrior
against sirens’ maelstrom-song
spinning my demise.
the lyre appears in the summer night sky
by the foot of Zeus’ throne in the delta region was
once strummed by the hands floating on the Hebrus;
the tune of dirge was heartrending, the pieces of limbs
chopped off and threw into the river playing was so sad;
it touched Zeus’ heart and therefore he ordered the eagle
to lift it up from the river and hang up by his foot though
the appealing lyre’s tune played by Orpheus which drew
tears from the eyes of a cold woman, the goddess of death Persephone,
stop echoing in the sky as the constellation of lyre sunk behind autumn
however, an eagle hovering in the dark
went after the disappeared lyre and strummed it with his sharp talon;
the tune the eagle pecked on the broken strings with his hooked beak
is Orpheus’ anxious call for Eurydice wandering in the pine grove;
the broken string’s painful cry now echoes again in the air
to spread the heartrending story behind the crying lyre
(a salvation for my then junior high school youngest daughter afflicted with cognitive dissonance, who over the intervening years (mor'n half dozen Earth orbitz ago), I dashed off this poem witnessed nothing short of miraculous transformation evinced and witnessed by profound learning displaying significant aptitude cognition).
twas spawned fondness
for above named young lady,
when she got assigned
to thine offspring
a glint of genuine virtue grew
into shimmering orb
of brilliant radiance
if accorded sound - would ring
the tune of countless angels,
which imagined beatific,
Democratic, fantastic...sounds
generated via many wing
heavenly music filling
cosmos with joy as august aural,
choral, epochal...tones
would zippily zing
from across universe
spurring one me silly mortal
to contrive this verse
attempting to capture her
aura, charisma, enigma...purse
sue wing dynamic link
with progeny did nurse
emotional and spiritual value
dedication she did immerse
latent social services skill
plus natural radiance
a blessed hire
at Central in Norristown, Pennsylvania,
whose visits i miss lyre
plucking voice
stilled concern for precious Shana Punim,
who aspires to challenge and grow
this father may spill tears
his lessoned fatherhood role
n'er did aye tire
and glad fate that though our paths
will probably not criss cross
curiosity will gnaw within noggin,
and possibly rub raw minor loss
viz, the persevering
maiden USA touch of Kim
lichened to moss
in her rooted cultivation of care
toward biological lass a lucky toss
of the genetic combination
from Matthew
and Abby Harris our jewel
shimmering facets of luminescence
reminding me human
gem stone a kool
aid - priceless staff member
of human league,
whose golden presence doth gently rule
without doubt a beloved
unbridled priceless counterpart
some lucky guy
pledging his troth yes – she yule
see stars in her eyes
no doubt disappointment
felt by other guys
envious of he,
who snagged Kimberly Hartzell
so worthy and wise!
L-yre of Jane is played
A-t the floor near the villa's door;
R-apture and given gaiety
A-re added to the pleasure.
J-ane's lyre is gladly played
A-t the bench near the villa's movable piece;
N-ice stuff of the harp class
E-specially was used in ancient Greece.
V-iolin, guitar, and other
I-nstruments with strings
L-et one hear the good sound
L-eading him to thrilling things.
A-s Jane's lyre is played,
F-illing one's heart with joy;
U-se the rare opportunity,
E-njoying the musical toy.
R-ainy night won't pass by
T-ill September twenty-four;
E-very year Jane's lyre is played near the villa's door.
Be the flowers that can heal -
A heart of charity never to seal.
Be the moon in the lonely night -
A dark cave looking bright.
Be the sky blue, lucid and clear -
A sea filled with love, a pure lover.
Be the sun that can burn all instant,
But inside nodding a tiny plant.
Be the star gleaming far to door -
Can draw the way a parted sailor.
Be the words of birds twittering -
Promise the cures to bring.
Be the cadence of a lyre -
Can feel the divinity far and near.
Be the morning still, and profound
Begins a day festive and sound.
Be the listener to your heart -
As no distinction between God and art.
BEAUTIFUL FALL
Beauty of bright blue sky in Fall as bliss of Nature
Embossing environment, enhancing efflorescence.
Amazing Autumn adorning ambient amusing muse.
Undoing ultra -heat uttering murmur of unseen breeze.
Trees are tickled, thrilled on tender touch of temperate gust.
Illumination and ignition of auburn Autumn- flame by Sun in sheen.
Frolic butterfly fluttering free on fair firmament.
Urging unison of Sky with umber Earth on horizon.
Leaves leave branches leisurely loosely while withered or dying.
Flora and foliage on flow of fresh fragrance.
Autumn alluring amour on assurance.
Luster of nascent leaf on glistening lamination.
Long-forgotten lyric to play in lute and lyre to rewind lost love.
09/09/18
"Completely Your Choice (31) Contest by Brian Strand
Tinge, thy colors terrific.
Weather wave, point where?
Heaven and Hell, this may stick!
Brick upon the bare.
Red the rampant real? Rind? Rhyme.
Tornados in time.
Wind above the city, chime.
Tequila, thy lime.
Yak upon the mountain;
Which way doth trouble lurk?
Rubbish, fill the garbage bin!
If you work, you shirk!
Psyche, soul tormented;
This place sure stinks of doom!
Lyre of love lamented!
O curse on pharaoh's tomb...
Bloom upon the tamarind?
Reality grinned.
Sin, thy light the whole world pinned!
Challengers a-chinned...
Roll that boulder, vagrant king!
Silver is thy sting!
Drenched upon but undying!
Rail about the ring!
Levels sinking in the pool?
Silent lies the spool.
O young people, keep it cool?
Flayed dismayed, fair fool...
Ghoul, thy magic terrible;
Golem, shall we ride?
Room within the brazen bull?
Bailiff, how you tried...
I am bound to admit that I had vizualized her with olive skin and warm brown eyes
Imagining eleven silver bracelets on her arm and eight finger rings- at least one lapis
I pictured her office a parked gypsy wagon, lit by the glow of a campfire.
The older lady with burgundy hair clipped short was a complete surprise.
Where were the twirling tiered ruffled gypsy skirts? The crystal ball to trap us?
The runes? The tarot deck? The crystal skulls? The ambiance to admire?
She was not a typical fortune teller, this darling with pretty sky blue eyes
We put our money down which this elderly anomaly did but naught snap up
Why have you come? She asked in a gentle way with a sweetness, all desire
We pointed to each other and laughed that neither knew the whys
She fed us thick bread with homemade marmalade, a treat for me and Capus.
Let me suggest what might have brought you to me to hire...
You want to know your mission, the reason you fell from the skies
Capus nodded but I held my chin, staring at her earrings which held lapis
She told us of a dangerous zone and we listened to her play her lyre
Her Roma cat sneaked in and gave me a sideways glance with his yellow eyes
She told us of wonderful times ahead and it sounded like pure happiness and bliss
We went back hundreds of times, to her up-lifting presence we never did tire.
The Masked " You Might Know Me"
Made his in ring debut, Mangeged
by " Gone Tour Me" he challenged
Dale B. Finer. Out classed by Y.M.K.M.
Finer sucummed to a Grall Gamers
Bearhug .
In what's said to be
A world class series of
Manuvers,
"The World's Bestest Ever"
Ulster Besputin
Verses
"Moody" Belkez Butaev
Ended at 31:00 when
Butaev used a Cattlemen's Beal
To position Besputin for the
pin.
"Big Money Grip" Dax Dollbouis
Beat Lammy Loco via submittion
With the Casters Canyon Victory Roll
0:27 (seconds)An Areana record.
The Bankday Brawler and Ghetto Suchi
Beat "Toughey"Taltron Tilmon and Fattey Fysta
In a tagteam encounter, Fysta
Was on the receiving end of a
Louisiana Jaw Jam(right cross)
And in the main event
Members of "The Roster"
"Los Natralous " Javolen Suet
And "Tangles" Themble Sommers
Went head to head with
"Gymguy "Frankie Loftsinger and
"The BostonBadboy " Bach Sistra
The bout ended in a
No DQ when the referee
From found Sommers "lyre"
And Javolens "magic flute"
In the he ring.
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