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The End of Love
A secret grief rips apart all that was
Slaves to the sexual caresses of time
Stallions in black gallop gallantly in fields
Of spring full wishes
Thou seeith the birth of love
Naked hopes surrounded by sweet perfumes
Seduced by the gods or by demon fools
Dancing, towards our own charades we sing
Funerals consume autumn’s dead poets
The gravestone cold and gray
We hug it like a long lost friend
One may see a battle lost
The other a battle won
In November we reminisce the soldier and singers too
Didst you know I was a prostitute?
Selling my soul to the hourglass of eternity
Foolishly hoping to sleep upon her breast
Shivering as others seem to fall right at deaths door
Brimstone, black and rose
The underbelly of St Laurent
Youthful boasts as the old man in cane hobbles
Generations sailed down the main
Some seeking solace others finding fame
Vaguely the recollections appear
Visions inside dreams inside the darkest fears
The end of love is near
For the hand above is reaching
As I float to the end of time
Enchantment in the crypts
Ravens dancing as they consume our mortal
Hearts
No smiles, no sleep
Thou did knowest I’m surely certain
The dance of death
Only to be followed
By a piper
And angels violins
Rags and shrouds, kiss them all goodbye
Hallelujah
In Memory of Leonard Cohen, a fellow Montrealer, 21 September 1934 – 10 November 2016.
"All the Dark Stallions"
Calliope burns
ecstatic bright star
fire brands, all her marks
both hands
holding the ropes
firmly fast today
slow burn
tomorrow
warm whispers
gently towards
the unlit shadows
love wanting always stays
driving all
the dark stallions
towards heaven
where the
Whicker Man
claps for more Light
and
Judgement
patiently waits
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
Miley Cyrus X Stevie Nicks - Midnight Sky / Edge of Seventeen
https://youtu.be/oRnxO9FRDbU
Miley Cyrus, Stevie Nicks - Edge of Midnight
https://youtu.be/IJgidX_LC4Q
"Ooh, you know it's true
That I was born to run,
I don't belong to anyone, oh no
I don't need to be loved by you
(Loved by you)"
"O Stars and Dreams and Gentle Night;
O Night and Stars return!
And hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burn—"
LYRICS/ Edge of Midnight, Miley Cyrus
https://genius.com/Miley-cyrus-midnight-sky-lyrics
firebrand.
n.
person who is very passionate about a particular cause.
"a political firebrand"
Similar:
radical
revolutionary
troublemaker
agitator
rabble-rouser
demagogue
soapbox orator
incendiary
subversive
tub-thumper
2.
a piece of burning wood.
3.
one that creates unrest or strife (as in aggressively promoting a cause) : AGITATOR
mark
1. Noun
"Bright Star, would I were steadfast as thou art" / Keats
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/44468/bright-star-would-i-were-stedfast-as-thou-art
John Keats/Poet.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/john-keats
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Keats
"Ah! Why, Because the Dazzling Sun" / Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/47644/ah-why-because-the-dazzling-sun
Emily Brontë
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/emily-bronte
The Brontës / Family
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bront%C3%AB_family
“I can't get no satisfaction, I can't get no girl reaction
'Cause I try and I try and I try and I try“
(I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction by The Rolling Stones
NO SATISFACTION
Relinquishing clothes, unrestrained except for those
blankets that keep us, until our skins warm, underneath.
Tingling so close, there’s a rapture in magnetic attraction.
Mussing with hair, touching his whiskers, the slowness
of lips draped, the parting of their waves, the tongues
talking without words, unexplained beauty. Breaths, beats
forgotten, mind elsewhere attracted, until the peak of
winterscape, where the wind moans, the wolf howls,
the thunder of stallions’ throes, damp sheets in flames.
Head looks to God
with eyes closed
Smiles on the ground
beneath muscular riptide
Knees no longer ache
Arms prepared to lumberjack
Dreamy eyes
flutter
Brunettes’ hair askew
Blanketed cool flesh
No satisfaction explained away
rock’n roll our way
11/2/2020
Oh, if they could understand our love
They would see what I see in your eyes
Ev’ry star that lights the sky above
Not the diff’rent worlds our love belies
They would see what I see in your eyes
Touch, peerless in nature, taunts the dove
Not the diff’rent worlds our love belies
Purring softness, I can but dream of
Touch, peerless in nature, taunts the dove
Stallions such as I, cannot disguise
Purring softness, I can but dream of
Notions of my soul, my heart complies
Stallions such as I, cannot disguise
Ev’ry star that lights the sky above
Notions of my soul, my heart complies
Oh, if they could understand our love
Italian boys go through a mafia stage.
Idolizing old gangsters and their lead-ripping ways.
Dreaming in blood money, wearing a pair of snake eyes.
Diamond-studded vixens flashing pearl-glazed thighs.
Scar faces -speak easy whisky- drowning out the sun.
Nights vibrating with the chatter of dancing Tommy guns.
One step behind the reaper, one ahead of the cherries.
Beneath marble tombstones, a code of honor is buried.
but
Italian boys soon realize they haven't got the balls.
To live life on a knife edge, go toe to toe with the law.
I was no different and settled into a cage of mundane
a nine-to-five carousel where all Italian stallions are chained.
It wasn't just the warm breeze that captured
my senses it was that way the warmth caressed
the nape of my back the sudden way your eye
crinkled when you smiled at only me the way
your eye brow lifted to get a closer look at my
eyes my smile why eye ball to eye ball the warm
breeze rushed right on in blowing my beach hat
upward why was I wearing a beach het at four am
watching the tides roll in splashing salt water and
soft sand between my toes diamond seashores
as I heard only the breeze dazzling my soft blonde
hairs that covered my arms and legs the way my
skinned glowed under the red moon light what a
beautiful sight I kelp my eyes planted on this
brilliant rising sun behind the moon that quickly
changed from red to calm bright flamingo pink the
warm breeze tickled my cheek I chuckled something
about the way the warm breeze moved across
my body a soft embrace a calming hug from nature
teal rocks sand dollars moved slowly across the shore
that breeze again and there it was the thunder of my
heart the roaring of nearly fifty stallions dancing between
that brilliant breeze once in a few lifetimes brown sable
horse's ponies galloping awakened in the midst of me
~ My Faith ~
(Set deep in New England woods
of days long gone by)...
The forest held me in her spell
Enchanting visions 'round yon dell
Amidst the silence, peals of bells
'Twas then descried a carousel
Its stallions seemed to fly right by
They flared their nostrils, gave a cry
I shook with fear; I don't know why
Looked up to view a blackened sky...
All light snuffed out; the end seemed nigh
My heart's blood cold, prepared to die
I clung to Faith, yet asked God why
Then bowed my head for God's reply --
Dark spirits grabbed ahold of Faith
I could not see aught but her Wraith
Stallions, like species of all creatures, countless in legends,
Chetak, an Indian horse, was peerless in elegance!
Arion, per myths, speaking-horse! Balius, immortal!
Chetak, wise! Served his master, never with ego at all!
Stallion of Maharana Pratap, the king of Mewar,
Had to indulge, with small and great kings, frequently in war;
As one of his great generals, so stood noble Chetak,
Fought war after wars; gained laurels in many a barrack!
Shorter than the tallest of breeds; gallantly graceful gaze!
Sparkling eyes! Soulful search! Not proud, yet, peacock-like neck blaze!
Like plant plumes, curling combing conveniently coiling ears!
Blue heron-like shiny blue skin! He's unique in all spheres!
In majesty, he was king-like! None but the king could hold!
In the run, jump, hop, and gallop, he was boldest of bold!
Pompous! Pugnacious! Alert like a tiger with her cubs!
Courageous to cross hurdles and fall! Or get into drubs!
In a war with the Mughals in the Aravali pass,
King Maharana Pratap and Akhbar were face to face!
Troops of both stood valorous; It's a dire dare: Do! Or die!
Kill or get killed! Or as weakling bid existence: Goodbye!
Remembering and applauding the courageous soldiers,
Who feels forget Chetak thrashing all iron-like boulders?
Fought furiously holding his master on his back strong,
Moved with him, like a leaf with the breeze, victory to bong!
Elephant of Akhbar, with his tusk, leg of Chetak, tore,
Firm on fighting for the fame of his master, pains he bore;
Opponent defeated; war won; reaching his master home,
He collapsed; Like a strong soldier; left to his loyal loam!
06 October 2021
A Notable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Oh Pup, why couldn't I go to the stable with brother,
there are stallions there and a foal with the red mare
to the hounds he's going, to chase foxes with father.
I can hear the brass horn sound, can you hear its blare?
Mother says little girls can't go. It's really not fair!
I can ride, I can too! Hear, I'm talking to you.
Yes, I know, I know, puppy you wanted to go too.
I've got a hobby horse, could you be a fox?
We'll play run through the meadow and scream tally-hoo.
I bet you, we could play hunt without shoes and socks!
* See About the poem for the Picture
Contest: Briton Reviere
Painting: Sympathy
Beneath the shelf of turquoise light,
Where silver minnows take their flight,
A daughter of the Nereid line
With hair of kelp and skin of brine,
Once danced within the coral hall
Before she heard the deep sea’s call.
She feared the storm-king’s thunderous hand,
The way he shook the yielding land,
And fled to where the Atlas height
She hid among the cold, dark caves,
Away from Poseidon’s lunging waves.
But Delphinus, with skin of slate,
Slipped through the currents, navigating fate.
With clicking song and gentle eye,
He spoke beneath the watery sky:
"The King is but a hollow shell,
Without the Queen he loves so well."
He promised her the tides to sweep,
The secret keys to all the deep,
A crown of pearls and amber stone,
A seat upon the sapphire throne.
And so she came, with dolphin guide,
To be the mistress of the tide.
Now when the ocean moans and sighs,
It is the breath of her dark eyes.
She tames the stallions of the foam,
And calls the wandering sailors home.
No longer just a nymph of spray,
She rules where light and shadow play.
With crab-claw horns upon her brow,
The wild Atlantic learns to bow.
For though he shakes the trident’s weight,
She is the pulse, the sea's own mate—
The quiet power, the emerald might,
The Lady of the Deep: Amphitrite.