Long Star crossed Poems
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Vacantly staring into the night sky
She saw big bellied clouds drifting away
Are they fleeing away from the luminous moon?
Or mercilessly driven out
After being robbed off everything?
Once again she looked at her expanding waistline
And felt the pulse of life beating within
It sent a lightning of terror through her
The chapters of her life flipped past her eyes
With several scenes reeling one by one
"You are my sky
The ascending star of my soul in the dawn
And the bough of my homing at night"
Those words that sent goose bumps all over
Now rattle in her skull like worthless coins!
Never had she thought she would be
Thus cruelly betrayed!
How she had once wished the time to stand still
Now she sighs seeing the needle of the clock
Crawling at snail's pace!
She thought the deserts of her life
Had been turned into grass lands
When did the cruel frost fall
To suck up all that was green, she fails to locate!
But she remembers clearly when she had fallen
From the perilous heights of the cliff
Into the precipitous depths of the ravine
It was in excitement, she confided to him
That his seed was growing inside her
Was it with disbelief or bitter annoyance
That he heard those words, not quite sure.
For days, she heard nothing from him
Though worried, she tried to light up hope
One day as a bolt from the blue,
She got a curt message from him
‘We now go our separate ways'
She felt drowned while diving for pearls!
With a mutilated heart, the star crossed girl
Lives on....
Without knowing, time winging away
And the curse of the dead albatross
Hanging heavily in her neck!
But she shall live...............
Clutching desperately to hope.
Live for the poor ‘bastard' growing inside!
Complicit in our nightly rendezvouses
The moon and stars, my heart's accomplices
Clandestine lovers take celestial cues
As we fulfill the soft night's promises
Conspiring with my heart, the when and where
We meet in places only they can know
Reflecting from blue eyes and golden hair
They greet my heart and lend their heav'nly glow
And then in silence watching from above
Seducing with romantic ambience
They blink and blush as you and I make love
Two star crossed fools locked in our heart's response
The moon and stars bring nightly fantasies
For passing ships that sail on starry seas
December 13 2016
by Daniel Turner
Rendez/vous (voo), vouses (vuz)
"The velvet veins running through my deep-coloured wings sing blues, remembering the non-existent maple memories, lighting up my heart's frosty rays."
~ Deepali Singhvi
The soft folds of velvet enclose
her slim body as she ambles
across the woods in tearful throes;
Wrapped in velvet, on she rambles
in whispers of ache that perturb
her feelings that are in shambles;
Her saunter's like a healing herb
that relieves her from her sorrow,
Here, there's no one else to disturb;
She follows a path that's narrow,
sits beside a well-worn headstone,
cries as if there is no morrow;
Slowly, she sighs sitting alone,
Unlocks a velvet box and takes
a black velvet rose to bemoan;
Places it there, her body shakes
with deep anguish for whom she lost,
"I'll love you always", her voice breaks;
Walking back, she's like velvet frost,
Wishing their love were not star-crossed.
Afterglow
by Michael R. Burch
for Beth
The night is full of stars. Which still exist?
Before time ends, perhaps one day we’ll know.
For now I hold your fingers to my lips
and feel their pulse ... warm, palpable and slow ...
once slow to match this reckless spark in me,
this moon in ceaseless orbit I became,
compelled by wilder gravity to flee
night’s universe of suns, for one pale flame ...
for one pale flame that seemed to signify
the Zodiac of all, the meaning of
Love’s wandering flight past Neptune. Now to lie
in dawning recognition is enough ...
enough each night to bask in you, to know
the face of love ... eyes closed ... its afterglow.
The Insurrection of Sighs
by Michael R. Burch
She was my Shiloh, my Gethsemane;
she nestled my head to her breast
and breathed upon my insensate lips
the fierce benedictions of her ubiquitous sighs,
the veiled allegations of her disconsolate tears . . .
Many years I abided the agile assaults of her flesh . . .
She loved me the most when I was most sorely pressed;
she undressed with delight for her ministrations
when all I needed was a good night’s rest . . .
She anointed my lips with her soft lips’ dews;
the insurrection of sighs left me fallen, distressed, at her elegant heel.
I felt the hard iron, the cold steel, in her words and I knew:
the terrible arrow showed through my conscripted flesh.
The sun in retreat left her victor and all was Night.
The last peal of surrender went sinking and dying—unheard.
Star Crossed
by Michael R. Burch
Remember—
night is not like day;
the stars are closer than they seem ...
now, bending near, they seem to say
the morning sun was merely a dream
ember.
The State of the Art (?)
by Michael R. Burch
Has rhyme lost all its reason
and rhythm, renascence?
Are sonnets out of season
and poems but poor pretense?
Are poets lacking fire,
their words too trite and forced?
What happened to desire?
Has passion been coerced?
Shall poetry fade slowly,
like Latin, to past tense?
Are the bards too high and holy,
or their readers merely dense?
There was an old woman
who lived in the blue.
She had so many clouds
she knew not what to do.
"Get off my cloud!"
she did eschew
those with temerity to share
where
only fools would dare to tread.
Hey you,
within my sky blues,
crowding my clouds,
shrieking so loud
all my neighbors are puffing with proud
to leave me alone in my own neighborhood
as comfy as croc-ish old shoes.
Are you talking to me?
You talkin' to me?
How could this be?
I jumped on your cloud,
to be perfectly frank,
too naked for proud,
with no cloud of my own
no home to call throne
no space to call place.
Please ride on our cloud
as we race through our pace
shouting out, "Hey You!"
to all pouting in.
Make us all proud
as bleached underwear,
come on if you dare,
sing out all your loud!
Join me with your cloud
streaming star-crossed lover smart.
If not flying together,
then we fly apart.
Get off my cloud,
and join me on ours;
and, please,
ignore me,
if sometimes I sound
like a crusty old fart.
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house; can you hear the whispering?"
Quote by - Constance La France
Why did these bedeviled bats
fly right into the windows?
An abandoned house
standing forlorn
amid a desolate landscape
with its window panes shattered
relating a story of one foreboding night
when these bats splattered their blood
on the shards of glass
strewn all over the blighted floor.
These nocturnal creatures, skilled
at navigating a labyrinth of caves,
what drove them to their gruesome fate?
Alas, if only these broken windows
or the bloody shards of glass can tell the tale.
Maybe, as the tale is being told,
It's the tragic tale of star-crossed
lovers who were pursued, persecuted
and thrown into an oubliette
never to see the light of day.
Why does love exact such a dreadful wage?
Was it their lost souls that
spooked the birds to their death?
Ha, if only these grimy walls can breathe in
even a dismal whisper of the past.
~05/29/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge
~Sponsor: Constance La France.
The Sorrow of the Skies
The sun and the moon were once great lovers
In ancient days gone by.
The clouds formed from their sorrow, and the rain, when they would cry.
For this pitiable couple were cruelly cursed to be apart, alas,
To share the same vast blue home forever, but only distantly could pass.
The sun on the side of the bright days,
The moon on the dark night's side …and when one was fully visible, the other had to hide.
Who cursed this pair, so sweetly in love, to be near but always too far?
The jealous, mischievous Little lights, the bitter, hateful stars.
So when sadly we are witnesses when true love sometimes goes truly bad,
We say the lovers are “star-crossed”, for the stars crossed out the love they had.
oh, your parts that part -
zips, sheets, lips, limbs ... wild and wide ...
dreams enough ... to know.
Written and submitted on September 5, 2019
For the "Sing Me A Senryu" Poetry Contest
Maureen McGreavey, Sponsor.
( My favorite song is called "I Have Dreamed" from the musical "The King and I" by Rogers & Hammerstein - it is very romantic, and about making love ... two star-crossed lovers meet in a moonlit garden, and they sing to each other about how, even though they have never made love, they know how it will feel, simply because they have dreamed about it so much )
Chilly mornings color us all in whispers of frost,
Enlivening spirits to feel pleasantly star crossed
Breathing hope through the silent dawn’s beckoning,
Miraculous music praises and raises bar crossed
Passion caresses the soul with pure sweet serenity,
Sparkling bliss that rides the cloudy memoir crossed
Satisfaction graces the moments with a easy warmth,
Praising perpetually throughout eternity’s scar crossed
Reflections of affection blow softly through the emerald forest,
Awakening rainbows in hues of happiness by far crossed
Diamonds and lace, silvery allures, capture the blissful dreams,
Yearnings for the flavors of sun and sea, soothing afar crossed
Rain and snow, caressing the naked thoughts, with miracles
Tender touches of encouragement to welcome this McIntosh
A Ghazal is a poem that is made up like an odd numbered chain of couplets, where each couplet is an independent poem. It should be natural to put a comma at the end of the first line. The Ghazal has a refrain of one to three words that repeat, and an inline rhyme that preceedes the refrain. Lines 1 and 2, then every second line, has this refrain and inline rhyme, and the last couplet should refer to the authors pen-name... The rhyming scheme is AA bA cA dA eA etc.
Own emotional wounds
Waiting for a seed to germinate
Evergreen, my little bean
The child who was never born
A handful of soft down
Glass bowl with pink walls
with an opening to the universe
Death, no sign of life
A quiet heart
in this star-crossed trip
Blocked by rivers of tears
The painful experience
Unprocessed trauma
When things are difficult
frustration, sadness,
anger and longing
You become completely paralyzed
A piece of my heart
will always be in heaven
The inner dialogue ...
if you only knew
~~~
25.10.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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