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Where dares the pavilion stand?
Some Sweet opium desires fire my dreams...
And vacant empires long loss, passing pyres rise
High through ancient desires, they linger.
My thoughts are drifting here to there nowhere
back when time was gold, wind rushing to where a pavilion stood!
Board, white and wide along the shores of infinity
Blue seas riding to the sapphire sky that slip back sublime…
Awash in the hours, of some sweet opium dream
and thoughts of Empire,
where vacant thoughts seem void!
Divinity long lost my in design and desire,
across the sea‘s rising to a sky of infinity…
burning celluloid.
Blazing in the sapphire sky
and all I can see is the time of grand design…
A Pavilions stands alone silently
along shores of tranquility…
(this is where it dares)
~La' Luna De' Morte'~
As an scarlet blush,shadows th' land crim'...
She steals sting of death,with 'stonishing splendor
Beaut~full n' ablaze,her ambience flows in wake
Lighting th' air crisp,with her spark'nd kindled kiss
Comforting n' calm,she affords festive delight
Gath'rings 'round her pyres,her children gleam a'glow
Joy~fill'nd laughter,emits gaiety from their pleasance
Swaddled in her aura,'ven th' gloom'd come a'glee
Sweetly n' sound,becometh slumber in her night
Though th' amorous' desires,are th' more frequent for wait
For of Eros' myrrh,she is saturately immersed
Th' senses of her seduction,soothing to feral 'volve
Wholly loyals 'cept her due,ceaselessly crave her 'rrival
When her departure cometh,we lay yearn'd of next loom
Awaiting th' Mother's daughter,so lavish'ly arrayed
An 'ticipated nativity,none comparing so of...
...An Autumn's Full Reap'ng Moon!
~AZAZA~'09
Imagine a shore stretching to infinity.
A Pale thing upon its sand.
The ocean water is black
Midnight blue depths
Of Oblivion.
Skeletal hands rake
Pale Machinery
Melancholy and full of divinity
Mechanical parts and bloody ruination of hearts
Outer rim of Sapphire Skies
Columns of fires reach, reaching, searching convulsing pyres
Of Melancholy Pale Machinery and Imagery
Across a shore ablaze under a sliver moon waves
Ocean mysteries rise and fall across histories
Then sparkle the eons of creation, universes
Infinite and adrift
A Melancholy divinity pale and wondering
The seas of serenity.
Death, be not so proud,
Today might roar thine dark clouds,
Be not still so proud,
Morrow, life will call aloud,
Thou shalt in a crowd wear shroud.
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Tanka |15.05.2021|
Topic: death, life
Poet’s note: COVID has been wreaking havoc all around. The other day I saw a picture of a newly made crematorium burning scores of pyres, dead bodies awaiting last death rites, the funereal shadows creeping slowly by, pre-monsoon dark clouds hanging overhead, and it looked as if Death has still been spreading its ill-gotten empire all around. Silence possessed me for a few seconds and from the resulting speechlessness was born this Tanka.
It vexes me
I toss and turn
I cannot find the words to describe the beauty in sight
For I am a humble man of ink
New words have to be created to describe the fraction of the beauty that you are
But alas I do not hold such power
For I would have created a whole library
Just to describe your beauty, my love
Forgive me my love
For I cannot describe your beauty to the unfortunate who didn't see you
Else the Emperors would have cried and gave you their empires
Just for you to be at their funeral pyres
Some say Aphrodite cried the day the Titan made you
It broke her, it made her irate
She punished the Titan severe
But the Titan was rhapsodic for he knew he bested her
And so you came into this world
Amongst the quarrel of the Gods
Like a ray of light
In my empty life
A fairytale, commercial.
Raining onto minds window sill
An unfathomable deep.
Abominable monster on Life's seven seas.
Dreams, the valuable current sea.
A two edged sword for those sailing on the razors edge.
Balancing on it's journey.
They can bring us under the spell
of the Sirens that lay naked, unfulfilled, singing of blatentcy lungs in swell.
Scooped magic from.
Well.
Baring grins and teeth that virus
reVamped pyres
of passions piracy.
Witches of our own conjuring.
Beckoning for your release.
Dreams.
Wholly,
Water on the brain, licking in serendipity.
As it pleased.
To fashion a firmament, a figurehead, pornographically toteming-
Abreast of it's tease.
Everlasting return, returning, reoccurring.
That of- the rock-altar we cling to.
That deserted forge calling us back
to esteem the tooling of it's use.
Of placebo form, ethereally born.
Chartering smoke signals- ritually
awakened in the atmosphere
that you draw from.
A desperate plea.
For counterparts to see.
As the waves inundate you
with the salt of it's mesmerizing sting.
Dreams are intangible tools-
for those who thirst at an oasis-
One that drools into the mouth of madness.
Cups of drinking.
Unquenchable thinking.
Wandering in wondering
Wondering if wandering will bring the wonders we wand them to be.
Dreams.
Mind Genie;
With hourglass smoking lamp;
A reality burn, fueled by illusion, fire staunching your brain with soulstamp.
Dreams,
where the Fool is King.
And a Super-tramp.
~Jude Fernando Herrick
Squadron assembled
Trojans and droids
Three sisters their target
Null to void
Atmosphere entered
Red to grey glow
As we near earths terrain
Red rivers flow
Cities on fire
Civilisation of pyres
No daylight sensed
Extinguished, by these darkened pariah's
The droids report back
These sisters three
In New York spotted
Near the Statue of Liberty
The decision is made
To take them out
To salvage the earth
Return to the devout
Kestrel fighters
With missiles primed
Head to the target
Mission define
On contact of hit
The heads explode
Filled with the souls
Of past earths abode
It has to take
The souls of the free
To rid these pariahs
For all eternity
In formation swoop
Waves of three
Triangular pincer
Missiles release
The first to fall
Kristy Krull
Two direct hits
This devout cull
Ale-era the Apocalypse
From the freedom torch falls
All three strike home
Liberty Island calls
Illyanna
The darkened leader
Whom the sisters follow
Pariah feeder
In Central Park
Her power failing
Kestrels strike
The darkened flailing
The last entity
In blackened spew
Illyanna
Downed by the souls so true
It took many many years
For the deathly red to fade
For the earth to return
To it's previous glade
From the Jungles of Jupiter
A cry was heard
Mother earth is dying
Devout is our word
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/fantasy4.php
Being in one place too long,
being in one form to long,
never being able to tolerate a blank page,
or empty air,
for fear of what someone else
will put in it if you don't
Wanting to feel safe, surrounded by enemies
who call themselves friends
A white knight dreamer in purgatory
edged on an endless field of victims
with hands outstretched.
A stereotypical Madonna
white in a field of gray
A wick less, often witless, foil
of coils of gray matter around things
which matter not at all.
Making acquaintances,
cloaking them in the garb of friendship
even while they toss sticks
on the pyres of the all life.
For what after all is a friend...
Who after all can truly know
as each of us confront and are confronted
by our own hells
and hope without much hope
for the outstretched hand to be ungloved
and touch the skin of our lives.
"love pyres"
after the war
romance became
compulsory
not desultory
twin flames
lit each other
up
love pyres
ashes
falling
Psyche rising
immaculate
immolate
in the aftermath
falling,
silence
sings
lit within
kissed by Eros
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Like Snow on the Beach”/ Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey
https://youtu.be/069MS0nKpbg
"Mastermind" / Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/EJCMU_RxQBI
"Labyrinth"/ Taylor Swift
https://youtu.be/wGbGEUC6F4s
"Ours is essentially a tragic age,
so we refuse to take it tragically.
The cataclysm has happened,
we are among the ruins,
we start to build up
new little habitats,
to have new little hopes.
It is rather hard work:
there is now no smooth road into the future:
but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles.
We’ve got to live,
no matter how many skies have fallen."
("Lady Chatterley's Lover", D.H. Lawrence)
rapture.
LYRICS/ "Mastermind", Taylor Swift
https://genius.com/Taylor-swift-mastermind-lyrics
we knew at dusk that the day of the dead was officially on fire
a skeleton couple rose up from two different pyres
the audience was startled in place as they began to dance
they were soon surrounded by lookers, Old Emma and Lance
They had been married over sixty-two years, one onlooker said
It was a fine evening to watch them, on the Day of the Dead
They did the tango, the Watutsi, and a chicken dance too
Their keen dancing did not stop until a quarter after two
They were best friends in life, we knew they’d be back
This was said by Lance’s best man, he called himself Mack
My wife is gone too, but she does not dance any more.
We felt sorry for him, we could see he was sad at his core.