Long Moulded Poems
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A crepuscular theatrical serene speech prompt,
slip spill in an echoey pattern down my soft skinned ear,
as I was captivated by the gloss quilt luminance of,
glow worm stars, silver moon tarpaulin, indigo horizon,
elysian sidereal dust that so magnetic trance,
I dwell on flawless antique navy blue tapestry,
of enthralling nocturnal mirth streamed murmur,
timelessness a slow tick second hand mesmerizer,
symbiotic solitude on moulded granite bench,
whets intense yearning as my elevated odyssey,
where gilded gust a universal sage’s hint from,
invisible zone whose through the age enchantment,
forevermore a velvet hush, a lush chrysalis,
metamorphosis at a peek, diurnal cyclic mystery,
forevermore I am an affluent lodger to telluric haven
riddle of the night
unveils its lucid passage,
beyond mortal span
Heaven within an effervescent spiral steam moiety,
juxtaposed across emblazoned morning patch
immortal,
of swooning sun whose rays bounce off garnet veins,
me, spectator, bard, curator of reflection for posterity,
this tantalised dawdler in a dewdrop leaf coppice,
majestic mountain summit under dawn spell,
arousing passionate interwoven interface of cordial,
bonhomie link to merriment, auroral pathos,
perpetual and beyond expansive firmament,
romantic fingertip alignment in surreal fog tango,
where pounding heart oath infinite in salient scope,
blue lagoon bounty, argent cascade, rainbow chaser,
dizzy upper echelon beauteous my twinkled torrent of delirium,
forevermore, longer longing, forever as this wonder world dervish,
waltzing through eternal mists, with my zest for life,
as gold encrusted passport to a rapturous paradise
daylight points the way
to lasting beauty on earth
cherish the vista
It's my night sky,
Where blacks sketch their denigree
And cleanse the dirty path;
Satans and demons burn their heart.
Surrounded by the people with sneering faces,
Moulded by the wrong ideas and thoughts,
It's my night sky.
I decide where to go and where to stop.
Patches of cloud are seen floating,
But they are not pouring rain.
Migratory birds are still flying;
Hollow and empty men find their way.
Reverend stars, whom we worship,
And we illuminate our life
By the touch of eternal silence.
So, millions of civilizations open their gate.
It's my night sky,
Where atrocity vanishes
And vagabonds rise and shine,
As it is a home of fairy tales.
Twisted we are, staring at ourselves
Dusty on our sky scraping shelves
Reviling the imp that stares back at us
trading in love for the plunders of lust,
For idiots we must be
To cleave to a society
That dictates our pockets' depth and our heart's reach
To invite the water into our mouths when the hull is breached
As we shut out reason
For a lie that's more seasoned
And drown our grey matter
With the concoctions of another medical mad hatter
Here we are, doomed to wonder for the entirety of our lives
Why is there silence in our bee hives,
When we accept opinions as infallible truths
Choosing to conform rather than reform: an existence without roots,
Becoming faceless men and women strutting upon life's stage,
Strings pulled, lines delivered, audience engaged,
We dance to another's tune, no song of our own,
Moulded to conformity, yet we remain alone,
For we belong to those who influence us and this we cannot see,
Because thoughts are now taught and I have become We.
It is thy wanton gestures that contrive inside long auburn
curls -
Wherefore to diminish the pleas of a warm, lustful
breeze!
For though gilded rays shall grace all thy sunlit days
Tis Moonstrucks cast beams, your mischiefs,
That did so deceive.
Happily ye wander through Midnights velvet vales...
Thus to bathe in the still of deep glades shimmering pools;
Gently smile as the White Hart confuses at the Nightjar,
Laugh joyfully as he gleefully barks within a Huntresses
muse.
Whence, entwining abouts your lithe-liken limbs,
Enchanting currents that confound upon like curvaceous
streams:-
Flawlessly proportioned, highbred, temperate form
Of palest earthborn Athenian figurine.
And ere those coy sighs should but just once countenance
Mortal compromise
Through your countless ages of fair queens and fabled kings -
Then, at some singular point in trickling sands spatial time,
If my heart beat against thine...wouldst thy charge me astride
Great Pegasusus wings?
So recline thou, betwixt sharp earth and Heavens eternal
skies,
Thoust art serenaded by forlorn winds that forsakenly
Beseech upon your divine name -
For the raging fires of burning stars were lit to blaze
In thine eyes
By thee fearful architect who moulded immortal clay
To thy perfectly sculptured frame!
I remember one day
When i was young
To fly into space
As earths atmosphere's sprung
I have thought and thought
Of what it would be like
To build a spaceship
And finally take flight
Where would i start
And how would it look
Materials i would use
To be built by the book
Design is important
Although no drag would be there
A crew it would carry
To take us out there
Now let me think
Where do i start
Think like Noah
When he built the Ark
Strength is important
So it will be carbon fibre
With reinforced Aluminium
Lighter, but harder
When moulded and crafted
It will be delta winged
Fusion driven
This spaceship will bring
At Hypersonic speed
It's delta wings close
When it hits Mach 8
It's speed and elegance shows
It's mainframe computers
Will be IBM
Emblazoned on it's fuselage
The logo of them
My spaceship will carry
A crew of twelve
Disciples we will be
For out in space we will delve
How to build a spaceship
Thank you for reading the above
For it's journey will be
Earths futures peaceful white dove
My entry into Matt Caliri's contest " How to Build a Spaceship "
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/poetry-soup-4.php
I write of a love that's two cigars short in a box
With a chest of smoke and loves to lay on a bed of Roses
Made of yeast and dough, it's known years of surviving on the crams of a lovers bread
My wrist loves to lose control
Try paint the picture of the woman who drives my father crazy
A woman moulded by the ladies of my city
I take notes of the fellows of my town
The men who drink from the cup of pain and bring heartbreaks
Humans who love to wage war on the subtle heart
For romance in my city is a warzone
Where they shall never be peace
And love like bread should be picked by the doves of my region
Taken to the last embers of the cities where you do not share your own
For today my heart has shed another layer to make parcel the blood pump of an unfortunate lady
I wish to wound an organ once more
For their is a lady who before championed the perishing of my self esteem
Wore the last remains of what survived of my heart in the fire
And now the city will not rest
Grab the steeple and pretend
The life you had would end
Months gone we move along
We still hear whispers friend
Moulded night drowns flight
Drenched withered dred
Victimized, the whites, her eyes
Consumed chemical bed
If I pretend to lie and mend
What lesson ever learned?
Escaping safety sleepy daisy
The peddles pulled and again
Echoed wave, waned moons fade
This is the darkest hour
Admitting fault and not exalt
Lies the laureled flower
Design your time and keep in mind
Evading isn't owning fate
As you had presumed this final move
Bankrupt that fatal freight
Vindictive lips once did kiss
Solemn they were a home
And forgotten passion project
Rotten to the bone
Mourning hearts mooring marks
Flee shattered scenes
Believed to be deceased at peace
Was my own response to misery
Lush greenery
Majestic scenery
Coconut trees wave in a track
Puff of clouds wave back
Droplets of rains
Fall again & again
Splash soggy ground
Bringing greenery all around
Village path air is so fresh
Heveanly to be here in flesh
Afar at a distance
Looks like timeless existance
Between hills a chimneys rising smoke
As we ride our cycles we are greeted by humble folk
Gentle moss lies still
Moulded on the broken door of the old mill
As into the distance we cycle away
From soil laterite to roads ash grey
Its my hope to raise the blooms
And hold this world into greenish rooms
Step inside
See for yourself
I've nothing here to hide
Or worthy of you stealing
My clothes are old and full of
holes so to are my socks and undies
My bread is moulded milk soured
i've only rat's for company
My electricity supply has been
cut off and i only bath myself
when it rains into the buckets left outside
As once upon a time i had and
took myself a wife until came
the day she divorced upped
and left me
With nothing but amounting
debts she even won our pet
goldfish in the final settlement
Now here i stand cap in hand
with nothing to my name nor single possession worthy of stealing
But the smile still beaming from
my face and happiness i
rediscovered since the day the
judge granted our divorce
The heart is small
The pain is deep,
The scars are fresh
The load is heavy
The body is weak
Yet life goes on,
With a smile and in pain.
There's a time of no tears
Nor shoulder to lean on.
Desperation amidst life's
Chaos and turmoil,
There's no solution
nor consolation.
Tick tack the clock click, then
Life dragged me through.
I'm in tuned with-
There's no difference;
Of pain and gain,
Of tears or smiles,
Nor life or death too.
Life, you've moulded me:
Pampered and tempered,
No excuses nor warnings,
Upon me that'll fall.
Everydays' a test and taste
Bittersweet is what makes my life is.
I'm honoured, teach me again,
I'll be a learned man,
Today shall be mine; a gift,
Tomorrow shall be thine.