Long Parapet Poems
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Healing your mind and soul requires personal distance
from a world that does not provide a nutrient of peace
Sit quietly by the waterfall and entrench yourself in it
take the journey of self, allow your thoughts to blossom
beneath God's parapet, lies the resurgence of still life
Healing your body is an aftermath of wholesome assembly
drink from the waters of obsolete and be that empty vessel
that holds space with everything and everyone, ...
Do not move nor speak, just breathe and be immortal
inside this magic hour you will find, the breath of life
Extinguish the embers of your burning fire, take time
to sift through your feelings, allow them to take flight
Permit the dusk to settle and allow the dawn to rise
for they were both created for tomorrows afterglow
heal your mind, soul & body, remain in the flow..
Tensing, and about to move,
Clouds hover twisting with hoof,
Lingo parapentes this flush body:
Hurling shavings’ stop the prove.
A whale, psycho or streetlight:
Moss convenes the hefty truss,
Armoured spears fling to the bat,
Frozen in time to lure the buzz.
Naked! Bereft of pen and paper -
Paparazzi’s might slithers in dipole:
Collision kills this vapour, tribe, vibe;
The soul fraps, flapping a gold taper.
Whence is thy labour parapet -
Where are your stations and grain?
Why are solid requests paraphernalia?
When adjustments are fisture gain.
How you loath me - the self, soul:
Incanting verse and troth to fight;
Whilst proxy, spread, call, sound,
Legitimise oozing, sore canons - tight.
Butterflies come from caterpillars,
The human comes from trait, said dead,
Poesy loves grammatical technology,
And diversity clothes in personal thread.
O self, worldwide! How do you drift?
The miniature scoops cleaving the spirit:
Fine detail creates the abstract flint beside,
And structure charts float the pixel’s sift.
Dominique Webb
Tom, the rebel cat was obstinate and stray
Though active, intelligent, quick and strong,
He always kept himself unfed for long
Till he hunted and got his own prey
His old master, for this, had kept
A set distance for him to move about and mew ;
He did it often with a straight tail, skew
Till he had to take his hunting stance inept
Miss. Havisham, senile and fastidious ,had chosen
Molly the freckled cat and dressed her well,
In colours, scarf and on the head a hat, swell
She was most pampered and with over- care frozen
Molly, despite alarm had learnt not to move,
And at all odds and ends around stay cool;
Her custodian had made a hard rule :
'Avoid all male creatures and never make friends'.
Things went well and Molly turned saucy,
Ever floating in a world dreamy and sly ;
The changing wave entered the casement high;
And before her, slouched Tom the proposer ,classy :
' This is Tom, from the house across the parapet
' I have watched you closely and from far
' With love, I find we are upto par '
Molly waited not, as if things were all set
Right under the pointed nose of the old lady
The duo strode ; and Tom did smirk
And mewed , finding that his own ways do well work :
' Right proposals rid of lapses and all malady'...!
Before the great golden gates,
in the long ago,
battle was to be waged on Badicha plain,
Soldiers of the Dark Ones come,
to destroy the lands of light,
upon the mighty silver parapet,
many stood and watched,
an angel stood,
sweet womanhood,
in her wondrous prime.
Her soft brown eyes,
they beheld a black sea,
would this be the end of all dreams?
would darkness come upon this scene?
she watched intently,
this Warrior Queen,
as manhood marched from Alahsar,
through golden gates, they marched,
they were a wondrous dream,
the mighty splendour of Alahsar.
Brave the knights that rode away,
regaled in golden finery,
they did shine with golden light,
kissed by Sol's celestial beam,
followed, they were, by infantry,
they did march so bold and strong,
bedecked in summer's brightest colours,
a glorious sea to behold.
Brave indeed, were these soldiers,
with hearts of steel, they marched away,
glory and honour,
within battle's horror,
Upon the plain of Badicha,
before the gates of the golden city,
a battle for the survival of light,
fighting to whatever end would be sung.
Womanhood did watch this day,
forbidden by the king, to fight,
As Fathers, Brothers, Uncles,
Lovers did march away,
Into the light of glories dawn,
the golden glory shining bright,
which, ever did shine,
on the golden glory that was Alahsar.
Our Warrior Queen stood tall,
she stood with the other women,
they longed to be on the field,
atop those bright battlements of silver,
they could but await the outcome,
a fire blazed in her brown eyes,
she stood on the smallest part of the wall,
above the great golden gates.
Both sides now,
light and dark,
they faced each other,
across the emerald sea,
The Dark forces,
their Spiders and Spider Riders on the flanks,
Arlaghs were in the front lines of the centre,
merciless, murderous beasts,
Behind them the Goblin Wolf Riders,
The light force,
there armoured knights on both flanks,
the infantry,
they stood row on row in the centre,
the archers were mostly ranked behind the infantry,
small groups are on the flanks,
both these armies in expectation,
they waited for the command to strike.
To Be Continued..........
Is it
Better to lead
Than be lead
Teather bound to not your
own kite
String one's own bow
Follow your own path
Rather than up and down
a secretive garden
Do thing's your way
Be the wolf not a lamb
Be unique stand alone
Live and die without regret
and fear
Be not behind but 1 step ahead
of the 8' Ball
Face and make the tough
calls
So on and so forth
And if from time to time as
in life thing's turn sour
Be willing to put your head
upon the chopping block
Take and admit responsibility
For leading other's astray and
in the wrong direction
Knowing you have no 1 else
but oneself to blame
Then and only then my Son
You can surely call yourself
a leader
And so must take the lead
And not be lead
Otherwise how is a change
for the better ever to be achieved
And so too parity for the masses
If all we do is follow
Because our leader's are not
willing to put their head's
above the parapet
Written: June 22, 2023
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The celestial symphony begins.
A harmony of cosmic sound
Each twinkling star is a note.
Creating a melody profound
The moon, a conductor's baton
Guiding the orchestra of the night
Constellations join in, each playing its part,
With their gentle glow and radiant light
Creating a masterpiece of art
Orion Belt, a string quartet
Playing melodies with idyllic fret
A theater edifice with a tall parapet.
The vast dipper, a brass section.
Blaring out a triumphant reflection
And the Milky Way, a choir of voices
Singing harmonies that the soul rejoices.
The planets, as soloists, shine so bright.
Each with its own unique celestial light.
Jupiter, the king of planets, with its mighty roar
Saturn, with its rings, is a sight to adore.
Mars, the fiery warrior, is blazing red.
Venus, the goddess, with love spreads
Mercury, the messenger, darting across the sky
Uranus and Neptune, mysterious and shy
Pluto, the dwarf planet, is still holding its place.
In this celestial symphony, each plays their grace.
As I lay here, lost in awe,
The sort earth will sleep in universal law.
My mind transcends the earthly realm.
I became one with the universe.
As the harmony overwhelms
I am but a speck in this vast expanse.
Yet connected to it all.
The beauty and wonder of the cosmos
Hold me in their thrall.
Hold my words as a deck of cards close.
For in this celestial symphony
I find solace and serenity.
A reminder of our place in time
And the mysteries that lie beyond the sublime.
So as I lie here gazing skyward,
I surrender myself to the celestial chord.
The symphony plays on, filling the night.
And I am content with this cosmic delight.
Into the snow white castle only tepid feet bound
Head mirror of quilted bed reflects a glimmering compound
Satin blanket spreads over each frozen mound
A blinding glare from the silted bed doth rebound
With each heavy step mist arises from fluffed goose down
Arching o'er head a crystalline canopy doth crown
The hooded frames as glowing sentinels ballast ground
The woody rails in their icy coat of arms surround
As tempest blows, crackling arms in groaning chorus resound
From portholes beaming, frozen pellets wayfarers confound
Alighting from pillowy perches, Red-shouldered hawks with wings unwound
Strafe the bystanders; with their prickly dander doth hound
A fibrous parapet of occluded, twining roots shields ground
Each truant sole straying from the beaten path will impound
Buried stumps as pulpy landmines on periphery abound
The errant, plodding heel with shocking pain to redound
Pace must quicken in the late afternoon stound
Dusk's chilling tides o'er snowy copse leaves laggards spellbound
As the last rays of light funnel into
the background
Enchanting visions of woodland nymphs mind's eye doth astound
Lost in a sea of blue velvet
she dances, by the rhythm of aquamarine eyes
Beneath a parapet of stars where no one can foretell,
the sparkle of a smile is waving its goodbyes;
to loneliness
to sorrow
to solitude of morrow
Soft landings on the moon, they hold on to each other
as they twirl inside an ocean of cobalt blue;
Above, the heavens like birds of paradise soar
dipping their hearts inside each others gold
until they are no more.
The world falls away at their feet
as two star crossed lovers become love's paraclete
in a dreamers world
where fantasies curl
the azure blue hurl
of a boy and a girl.
By: Mystic Rose
The most beautiful morning stretches before my eyes
beneath a parapet of pink gloaming, one promised breath
All Remains of yesterday swallowed by a burst of fresh air
both window and I are privy to a turtle dove cooing on my ledge
"This is not my habitat" she seems to coo sweetly
I answer her in honesty " it isn't mine either" sweet thing
The coffee smells good and my dippy egg is semi-soft
I sense a new beginning and I am not afraid;
Tomorrow's hopes are perched safely on my shoulder
and somehow, I am not afraid of growing older
Heaven is not a pipe dream mirage from where I stand
God is having a giggle, at the turtle dove and I.
Written by: Mystic Rose
The struggle within
The struggle with sin
The world, Satan and the flesh
Behind the parapet is where they mesh
So I ask to all those
who have been sinning
How can anything be before
"In the beginning"?
So I ask rhetorically what's older than
the Judeo-Christian narrative?
Is it the Hammurabi text
or some other imperative?
We are our own enemies
We all bring things preconceived
But there can be only one truth
For sure the Trinity can be believed
We are not all Clark Kent
running for the booth
But we should all be looking
(as a sleuth) towards The Truth