Long Maze Poems
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In a white realm, where optimism drifts away.
Frescoed moonbeams on walls, in swirling array.
Such silky cream and vanilla, delicately sifting.
As the full moon lingers, its light briskly heaving.
Languid souls quest elixirs in ewers that drip.
Crystalline nostrums for life's moribund ship
Water mugs crammed with jewels of ivory,
Smidgen mellow, a malodor for the misery.
As we tackle the maze of vivacity and strength,
While anguish and grief seem the only wealth.
The moon's grasp soothes with a placid embrace.
A lambent chimera is a dreamer fulfilling grace.
Within the vault of night, dreams unfold.
As fingers of fate in the shadows reach and hold.
Impending doom may cast its darkened spell,
But within moonlit dreams, all is well.
The moon's magnitude moistens maligned hearts,
Mending muddles and melding the brittle parts
With sanguinity as a mentor, the moonlight dance.
A beacon of solace, a happenstance for romance
In moonlit dreams, the world is at peace.
As anguish and grief descry revered release.
A sanctuary of quietude, serenity, and grace
Dreams amid the moonlight, a sacred place
No longer burdened by the weight of despair,
In this ethereal realm, troubles strive for repair.
The moon's healing touch, such a gentle caress,
A soothing balm, a respite from life's stress.
He walks in a world of mirrored glass and gold,
Where every coin is made of teeth, and time
Is measured not by clocks, but by heavy lead.
A dog, a ghost, a myth of hollow bones,
Buried beneath a weeping willow’s song.
He seeks the Table carved of jagged stars,
Where suited phantoms trade in shattered breath,
And penance bleeds from leather-bound decrees.
Beneath the neon rain, the shadows twist,
Weaving a coat of sorrow for the dead.
He aims, a cipher in a waking dream,
Through catacombs of chalk and snapping glass,
Where adversaries dissolve in clouds of ink.
The pencil falls—a catalyst of wood—
And writes a symphony upon the brain.
He bleeds in shades of bruised, electric blue,
Rising again to face the shifting maze,
A tethered phantom in a tailored suit.
The path winds backward to a sunlit grave,
Where peace remains a memory of smoke.
on cloud nine it seems
gravity pulls me back down
to the moon’s sunbeams
the magnitude forcing a frown
there’s a certain purpose for the trial
knowing somewhere down the line there’s a real trail
but even thinking of trying is a fail
a nervous wreck in the midst of space
oxygen flows, but it’s out of trace
hypnotic doubt overwhelms the soul
that sort of mechanical happiness is taking its toll
and the fumes of assumptions
consume me
like the brain is loading its function
rhymes a wreck down the railroad of chaos
high on sadness the eyes droop
some sort of animal-human cross
meshed in this never-ending lump of goop
philosophic gamma rays pierce the x-ray
visions pass—the eyes dull gray
disheartened generations gaze in a lightening phase
struck eternally in this world of a maze
fashion me on high
and I swear I will end up down below
where the moon-struck sun beats down and says goodbye
to the smile of our darkest foe
Flying high
I fall through the air so dense can´t see a thing
opened up my big, black umbrella
descended in an orderly fashion.
A scythe of a moon gave enough light I could see the coastline
the dark menacing sea was waiting.
Landed on dry ground walked through a mono-cultural landscape
at the sound of endless Fado seeping up from the earth.
A maze of orange trees that bore a fruit no one bothered about
artificial juice can be bought anywhere.
From a hilltop, I could see my cottage noticed the yard light was still on
this hurt my frugal nature.
I heard the din of a desultory air-plane circling around
looking for a missing passenger.
I walked around for hours
hoping it was a dream
that my life will go back to normal
as soon as I open my eyes
I could feel them looking at me
with pity on their faces
damn don't they know I don't need it
it is just a dream
can't they see the smog?
Vision so hazy it can only be a dream
the maze just has no ending
I need to get away
away from all the shadows
away from yesterday
what is that thing about
if you wish hard enough
it will come true
I wonder if I wish to start things over
will she still be next to me?
I still see her face
all cut up
guess it's not a dream
I can see it all so clear
damn I wish I took her with the car
that day
instead of her going by train
please God, please
can we go back?
can we go back to yesterday?
When her laughter made me laugh
when her touch made me feel all warm inside
with just a simple touch I knew that I was home
damn I wish this was a dream
that she could walk through our front door..
Our house no longer a home
just an empty space
her footsteps has gone quiet
they say it will get easier
when, please tell me when?
this aching need to have her close by -
will be a distant dream
I’m tired,
so very tired
of putting up a brave face
when I know she's watching me
just crumbling away
damn I wish this was a dream
and she would wake me up
with the words -
"Honey,
I brought you, your morning cuppa"
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*I initially wrote this from a guy's
perspective for a contest which required
us to use a pseudonym :)*
Written by Wilma Neels
Conquistador your stallion is unbridled longing for
the company of an angel's touch to brow
I see your breast plate armor has lost its sheen
but in your face I see the sign of cuts real clean
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for
Conquistador, a vulture sits upon your silver shield
and though I searched for you inside a maze
I found no door ,no inner room
you were ready far too soon
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for
Conquistador, there is no time like now so
raise your rust scabbard and take a newborn stand
I know your jewel-encrusted blade cannot lay still
always ready for the action always ready for the ****
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for
Conquistador, I came to jeer at you, with no regrets
and as the gloom begins to fall I see there is no, only all
I know you came with sword held high
although you came to conquer, do you want to die?
Conquistador, did you find what you were looking for
I wish I’d never met you
Never looked into your eyes
I wish I’d never tasted
That sweet taste of paradise
I wish I’d never heeded
The deep longing in your voice
I wish I’d barred the entrance
But your love left me no choice
My little life is marked now
Into B.Y. and A.Y.
BEFORE YOU had no meaning
And AFTER YOU made me cry
B.Y. AND A.Y. haunt me
Just a maze of misery
The TIME OF YOU was heaven
A resplendent symphony
A kiss started each evening
The sweet night tasted divine
A caress had a purpose
It nuanced of the sublime
Each moment had me trembling
Nerve endings in overload
Giddy, and, oh, so helpless
I’d give all and not withhold
The time of YOU, sweet moments
T’was a time I felt ALIVE
Now A.Y. is all I have
Tell me, how will I survive?
I need the TIME OF YOU
T.O.Y to take control
I need to feel that rush now
To love body and soul
I know one day you’ll return
For no other can compare
You will want the TIME OF ME
But, darling, I won’t be there
I'll be at home in his eyes
My passion will warm HIS bed
He'll have the time of his life
T.O.M ALL his...instead!
Eileen Manassian
References: To be read as separate syllables
T.O.M- Time of ME
T.O.Y- Time of YOU
B.Y.- Before YOU
A.Y.- After YOU
Failure's specter shadows my days,
In dreams, I'm lost in an endless maze.
Less ego, more teamwork, I see,
Could've altered fate's decree.
When projects blaze, then swiftly fall,
Blame lands squarely, at my call.
Seeking help, if ideas stall,
Collaboration, best of all.
Dreams revisit failures old,
Two decades gone, yet still untold.
Changing jobs to hide the pain,
Blame rests solely in my domain.
Dreams won't mend what's gone awry,
The past is past, no need to pry.
From errors made, wisdom glean,
Release the grip of dreams unseen.
A man may stumble, falter, fall,
Yet failure's not his name to call.
When blaming others clouds his view,
He loses sight of what is true.
But when he turns and takes the blame,
He learns to rise, reclaim his aim.
With newfound strength, he charts his course,
Guided by wisdom, driven by force.
Fragments by sensitivities become apparent by love,
vital shapes granted by graces in treasure of.
The larger reality of truth and will unfold,
revealing elegant mysteries behold.
Conscious grace as soul of society,
cultivated perspective empathy.
Echoing memories by that touch,
grace and fate at eternal now so much.
Superior dynamic pivotal emanates,
infinitesimal aspects sublime radiates.
Preceded intentional perpetuation,
matter by spirit and grace of sensation.
Perseverance by atonement,
merciful texture in obedient refinement.
Lives in fate walks on grace,
divine inevitable maze.
Give me back my Love
I am lost in the maze of life,
Oh, give back to me my Love
I want to live my life again.
Before you spurn me,
Give me back my smiles,
My joys you give me back,
Give back my zest for life,
I want to live my life again.
Those moonlit nights
we spent together,
Those promises
we made to each other,
Those love castles
we built together,
Give back to me my dreams,
I want to live my life again.
Give me back my songs
Give back to me my self,
Give me, Oh dear,
Give back my broken heart.
I am lost in the maze of life,
Give me back my Love
I want to live my life again!
~Posted: 01/12/2013
~Any Old Poem #6 contest by SKAT A