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Why are you scared, when their is nothing to fear,
Did you listen to the words spoken in your ear.
Dance with the shadows if you dare,
Drink wine dark and red if you care.
He dances with shadows in under moonlight,
Listen to the words that save you from fright.
Take hold of my hand let me lead you from here.
May the words spoken softly keep your heart from fear.
Throw it all to the wind may it be carried away,
Lest the sword that slashes and the day not slay.
He dances with shadows under moonlight,
Listen to the words that save you from fright.
Did you love me or not as we walked in the woods.
Sweet songs that were sung to strengthen your moods.
Take me for what i am come with me know,
Or forever leave me in the shadows power.
He dances with shadows under moonlight,
Listen to the words that save you from fright.
© andrew mcintyre 28/9/17.
Drunk on emotions she wandered,
through forests of anguish and pondered,
vile, those years squandered;
go away yesterday.
Breathless she runs through life,
tumbling in rivers of strife,
memories like a cutting knife;
go away yesterday.
"Meadows are easily forsaken" says she,
"when beasts of regret roam free,"
"slay them that I may live peaceably";
go away yesterday.
Alas, she wanders still,
round each bend looms anxieties hill,
her destiny guided by will;
go away yesterday.
5 May 2018, Rhyme & Refrain Contest by Broken Wings
For want of full virtuous zeal oligarchs thrive
Against deserving clamor for brighter ideals;
And perennially trampled commoners groan
Under weight no inured villain distantly feels.
Bereft of real fighting energy better humans
Give in to the more determined aims to slay
Life's fairer side and reward villainy's titans;
Enabling winds that fuel evil's choking sway.
Vice is a flightless bird cast in wingless youth;
And his bold victims must know this total truth:
Kind men unwilling to act knit wing and plume
That latently promote all enemy gall and fume.
And culpable crime's not by commission alone,
But by hesitations to clip his spiraling webs too;
They're held to have fired with the outlaw’s gun,
Quiet eyes that see the victim thus cruelly gone.
Even much more to blame is the idle watcher,
Than cold-blooded hands that steal or torture.
Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence' whispered to my soul
in a million ways - I felt her pangs.
As her spirit inhaled my oxygen,
my heart forgot about gravity,
feeling immortal in every beat.
Now a small flame kindles in
her chocolate brown eyes -
hotter than wildfire.
I see beyond her invisible veil,
hiding her divinity,
wrapped under her tanned satin skin.
Smoother than a bed of feathers -
would to touch it, be a sin?
Her fruitful lips of blissful nectar,
are an eternal passage,
covered in ethereal dew,
awaiting my soul with promises
for unseen paradisaical passion -
a taste would leave one intoxicated.
The mind pleads with time to be kind,
for the heart to remain patient -
for distance to not become an adversary.
Because,
nothing could define her elegance,
in any form of artistry;
a poet has no vocabulary,
a musician, no beat to their melody,
a painter, no control in their masterstroke -
her aroma is a rare scent from petals,
my hands could never fathom to blossom.
Her love is like the sun rays of a new dawn,
forever, ascending my heart with warmth.
I am her cloudless sky, for her glory to shine,
the ripples in her deep ocean -
for her to bathe within me.
In my quest to be within her embrace,
I shall keep the vampires from her door,
slay the demons who bring her darkness.
Face Satan in his satanic seas.
Be the whirlwind in her storm,
releasing her from chains of uncertainty.
Once, I gazed at the stars,
wondering where you were.
My musings a premonition for your arrival.
You appeared to end all seeking,
filling my hollowness with endearment -
became the last drop of my ink.
Infinite Dot Universe: A Spoof
This rhyming poem was inspired by Arthur Vaso.
It's about a poetic form, and just so you know...
these lines are being written just as a silly spoof
because some of my poems can be called a goof!
There's a new form called, "Infinite Dot Universe"
No, there really is not. Writing this, I feel perverse
because you see, I'd never tout my own poetry.
That would expose a definite lack of my humility.
The gist is that a person's favorite poet should be
him or herself. A bit like the haughty, Vivien Leigh
who thought, "Everything should be all about me."
If things didn't go her way, she'd say, "Fiddle dee dee!"
I digress and must confess this notion of Infinite Dot.
Perhaps instead of dot, let's rename it what it's not.
I think a narcissist would consider it more of a dote
claiming a masterpiece with each poem he/she wrote.
I have favorite poets, and one among them is not ME!
I wouldn't choose those I'd think special in PS. No siree!
That would be like saying who is worthy and who is not,
like the flawed Universe poetry form called Infinite Dot.
I know the first verses are nonsensical to say the least,
but they serve as a sword to slay an insensitive beast.
It's all "Much Ado About Nothing," I would tell a troll
who thinks he's of some importance. Ha! I took a poll.
This need is hidden by a thick shadow,
it conflicts with awareness so shallow;
my searches for unexplained truths
revealed facts I had doubted all along,
was I blamed for creating absurd myths,
defining life a multitude of doubtful events
that decide whether or not one survives...
pushing through a noisy and frantic throng?
Allow worry, arrogance, power, and impatience
control you and you'll have ambivalence;
recant your luck and favor whenever doors won't open
for an easy escape from folly and death...
instead of silencing words and fear harsh judgment:
be aware that what's kept inside becomes regret!
What was the real purpose of mad Macbeth...
to draw the sword with the intention to kill Duncan?
Ponder the source of your insanity today,
and suppress the urge to harm and slay!
This need is hidden by a thick shadow,
how priceless it is not having been discovered yet,
and until freedom is declared by I will shout it:
feeling free, spreading the wings of a sparrow!
Pablo...according to me (Part 1a), read Part 1b to finish
Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.
(1) Left Profile of a Woman with Blue Hair
The lass you slay here rebukes your dogma while submitting to greater cause. I wonder if her soul preempted her locks in route to this blue oblivion.
(2) Woman with a Yellow Necklace
I don't blame you, I'd chase her too. The untamed lass -- part figurine, part conundrum, part hurricane -- who pried, cried and tried your fervor until committing to the menu and after-party.
(3) El Greco's Portrait of a Man with a Ruff
The patience you must have had, I never would. Slicing, dicing, razors slashing this debonair freak, and from the misery of linoleum too. Seems like you took 3rd Grade stencils, dipped them in the blood of barbarians, and chased it with a cocktail of speed, habanero grits and rancor. Well done.
(4) The Painter and His Easel
So it's me, watching you, watching this painter, watching and coloring the world in hope that someone is watching. Eye drops, anyone?
(5) Reclining Woman
If my wife looked like that on the sectional, maybe the dogs might behave, and I might get peace and quiet every once in a while.
(6) Head of a Woman Next to a Window
The pink streak grabs my gut, saying trace my face with grace, then maybe you tackle what I see, what l need. On that note, Windex ever?
..to be continued in Part 1b (because the Soup won't let me post it all here, ugh)...
(8/1/15)
Scared of what? I can't say
I got to go, have to getaway
Heart begins to thump, to race wild
Feeling frightened, alike a child
Breathing quickens, I want it to slow, get back in control
But it is like I'm digging myself an unfathomable hole
Deep inside, I begin to drown, I am sinking
I going to die right here and now, I start thinking
Begin to sweat and body goes weak
A quiet place of calm solitude, is what I seek,
The whole world, my brain, my existence, I need to escape
Sometimes death seems a way out, frightening thoughts, take shape
Then mysterious nature of life and death, keeps me feeling insane
Unbidden Thoughts well up, disease my mind, my bane
I try thinking of my family my kids, this does actually help a while
But then weird thoughts spew up, like malevolent bile
People ask am I alright? I hardly dare to speak
Lest I mentally break down and totally freak
Stop being a wimp, get over it, You have a good job and life…
You should be thankful, you are not poor and living in strife…
What is there to get anxiety about, they say…
It is a shadow I cannot name it, There is physical demon to slay
Popping pills seems the only method
keeps the unknown phantoms at bay
I need help, someone or something to take it way
Hope I wake up one day and it is all gone away
Night and day
The slaughtering happens anyway
It is by no means a friendly meeting
The gangs are competing
These fools
have many rules
killing people daily is their motto
almost like playing the lotto
Day after day
The gangs must have their way
not giving a dime who they slay
theirs is the only way.
Last weekend 7 people were slain
Family members had to bear the pain
Why all the killing?
It is so unfulfilling
The gangs will not stop the killing
Does not matter how unfulfilling
They will carry on unhindered
They will carry on hindered
The gang bosses
Really hates losses
They will kill their own staff
And about it, even laugh.
With wings to soar, his hooves brought thunder
From the blood of Medusa* the winged horse was spawned
Pegasus, the mythical equine wonder
His father was said to be Poseidon
By the sword of Perseus* his mother, Medusa, lost her head
From the blood of Medusa the winged horse was spawned
His brother Chrysaor was also born as she bled
Pegasus was tamed using the magic bridle of Athena*
By the sword of Perseus his mother Medusa lost her head
He was ridden into battle to slay the Chimera*
Pegasus possessed wings to fly like a dove
Pegasus was tamed using the magic bridle of Athena
His constellation can be seen in the skies above
As he continues his celestial flight
Pegasus had wings to fly like a dove
You can see him on any given night
With wings to soar his hooves brought thunder
As he continues his celestial flight
Pegasus, the mythical equine wonder
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Athena* --- Daughter of Zeus, goddess of wisdom, arts and justice
Chimera* --- A fire breathing monster with a lion's head, a goat's body
and a serpents tail
Medusa* --- A gorgon, her gaze turned whoever she looked upon to stone
Perseus* --- Son of Zeus,
Poseidon* --- god of the sea, god of horses,