Long Steels Poems
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I find myself
In this room
Where flames of passion
Dance
Within a hearth
That steels my heart
With just a single glance
Where from a glowing
Candle a bra
Set in tiers of three
I see reflections
Of a thousand
Crystal memories
As it stands upon
A shawl of antique lace
Draped across the shoulder
Of the Grand that waits
With a rose of ruby red
Laid across her waiting bed
Of keys of ebony and ivory
Waiting for the hands
That with love
will understand
The ink spots
On the yellowed sheets.
Inspired by a painting by J. Gibson
that hangs above my desk where I write.
I have spent many hours in this painting.
It is a place I go for peace and comfort.
Placed 3rd in Brian Strand's Ekphrasis contest
A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt!
He bends his head to shield his face,
and steps upon the curb, to brace
against the mob, against the throng,
against long lines in shopping malls
He watches herds with purses out,
who attack the narrow aisles and park.
Chagrins at purpose, poised, embarked
They're mad! They charge like Joans of Arc!
No one pays him time of day
He feels the sting of frostbit cheer
and leans beneath the canopy
The sales are lit, with half-price tease
and gaggled geese attack with glee!
Pure instinct guides, their goal is keen
Gifts supreme, they seek and find!
He wonders, as they claim their prize,
if what they buy, and dollars leaked
will gratify their kin, divined?
With weighty burdens in their hands
and dollars spent from sun to sun,
he waits until his wife is done.
This madness took her far away
within the glass enclosed array
of Jingle Bells and money spilled,
of trinkets, socks and Visa bills
His feet are sore, a wrinkled coat,
unruly hair,... it glistens now,
With cheeks of red, he steels his breath.
Forefathers did, before their death!
Entrenched in snow beneath his feet,
his stomach growls, he begs to quit
He watches from the window glass.
A check-out line!! She's close!!! ...... At last!!
She's almost done, her purchase won!!
She grins as if she's fetched the best!
The smile she wears, he catches fast
And makes it worth the weary quest!
Words: Use the following words in a poem. Pretzels, shout, threshold, pine, now, sulfur, ladybug, percolate, cap and lamp
Let’s give a shout out
to the one who eats hot
salty soft pretzels.
Who holds a pine scented
lamp that sputters and flares
in the darkest night.
While they watch gooey
black tar percolate from
the bowls of the earth.
A cautious ladybug creeps
across the felt cap of
of the pretzel eater.
Now is the time to swat
the nefarious ladybug
as she steels across their cap.
Smack! The ladybug is
no more as a sudden soft scent
of sulfur permeates the air.
It comes
when least expected wraps around the heart
takes away the hope of the soul;
it blinds the mind
steels the process of thought, holds lie as truth
confounds the inner spirit;
there is within a subtle quiet
chilling and clinging to the air unmoved, hovering, looming
reality just out of reach
lost in the darkness that overcomes
out of touch with time, afraid of change
exceeding understanding
a blackness that overwhelms
seeping into hearts and souls, lost to knowledge
dying to breathe new life;
it comes and goes
as easily as the passing of light in day
and before we realize, everything and everyone slips away
into the darkness.
You are the little grown boy
That fiddle with every toy
Running in the rain
With friends and hearts plain.
You are the son of your father
And the favorite of your mother
You are the love that found love
That love tailed from the dove.
You are the Daddy
That the children desires to teddy
The man always there for hers
A wall to lean when she errs.
You are the strange poet
That has picked from my poetry pocket
Not lost but lost to remember himself
Could poetry be selfish to steal oneself?
You are just you
Thinking I found you
As you read each line
I hope it makes you fine.
You are the one poetry steals
But not your heat to steels
You are the one this poetry finds
In prints and lines.
~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~
Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver
A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart
A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint
She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap
Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise;
Not a stranger to mischief, she steels his golden pot
She stitches up his wishes, and spikes his felted hat
She glues his silver buckles up his nose in, far remote
She sticks him on a clover, stewing mad n’ boiling hot
By; Mystic Rose
Early Morning, under the fogs rainbow, twisting and twisting his nose
Little does she know, Lepree's a madman with his own games
Sitting and brewing with a grin, he awaits the chemicals to kick in
A price to pay for stealing Lepree's gold, in such a golden way
He yells and cries, "I hope you dance, rapid like the river away!"
Fairies don't exist! Fairies don't exist! -----A quiver in the chest
For we all know when speaking them words, somewhere out there
A fairy dies, ----shillings from his silver tongue he spoke
A million times Lepree cried "Fairy don't exist!" suddenly--she drops;
By; Poet Destroyer
~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~
So many nights like these
on my hands and knees
Begging God please
give me just a little release
In a dark desperate state
with too much on my plate
Straight out of the gate
this seems to be my fate
Since the womb ive been denied,
hated and despised
Just another outcast from the tribe
, discarded, judged and tried.
A wayward son buried deep
, too many secrets Ive had to keep.
This insanity steels My sleep
, a weeping wailing black sheep.
I scream up at the skies,
is it all just smoke and lies.
It just seems the more i try,
i never find peace of mind.
So i pray my heart will heal
and God will give me a better deal
And true happiness i can feel
and he will show me what is real
Form:
And in the nights of moonlit days,
She captured the shattered windows of pains
The ending nights into the caves,
Where she went with the shattered pains
Made her thought of a trance of hope
Where the hate whisper the beauty of shades.
But to the hate of deadly gaze,
The darkened waves, off the solace into the wavy grane.
Into the heart of shady trace,
She goes with the movement of rage.
The aches of heart makes her deep,
Into the soles of fiery sleep.
Where she ended the eyes of race,
Met into the graves of shadowy traits
The final night meant in the dark of a creep,
Creates a flame of dancing deep.
Went by the lights into caves,
Founded herself with blazes of blades.
All that flames met in the eyes,
Carved her heart into the shape of glaze.
The burning steel made her alive,
Into the veins of reels of live.
Wavy shades of teary bloods,
Kept in the shiny phase locked blades.
To herself, in the midway night,
Kept her eyes by the molten steels of teary fate.
And in the garden of shivers, down in the alley,
Inherited powers of teary blades of fiery,
Slotted the awaiting eyes into darkened sea,
Where the canvas feared and flee.
The apricity of blood shaped the blade,
Into the heart of sinking sins of fade.
And into the face of clearing shades,
She made a new way of creepy blades.
To the moon of scars that slotted fairy games,
She ended up making her own canvas of rains.
Wholly the depth of shades that resides,
Went into the phase of fears of decides.
A flame that flickers reared her eyes,
Met into the ways of teary ice.
The bleeding words shown into the ways,
But the slotted jar ended up in the depths of days.
The burning blades sheared and fade,
Where the melting steels cleared and shade.
Heart of race kept in the plane of dying days,
Worn into the cases of bleeding tales.
The movement of rage kept into the plane,
In the nightes of shades of pain,
The scars talked to the wavy ocean of rain,
The amidst shown the wholly creation of gain.
On a journey down the mile
A priest knelt down in prayer
“Our father help me guide this lost soul
To your loving embrace
That you may be his last judge
His stain of death will mark him
So that you might welcome him
his return home imminent …….Amen”
The priest continued on his way
Heavy of heart ..
his horror of what lay ahead marking his face
nearing the cell He pauses
The hardest part lay before him
The warden appearing pulls him aside …
” Keep him calm with your gibberish father
We’ll do the rest “
Cold Grey walls surround him
silver bars
The only splash of light or shine
Prison a hellish place to live
Let alone die
Blah blah blah the warden
rambling on his voice fading
Nothing of the tragedy
The Killing time to come
Oh the horror in the knowing
The hour of our death
Arriving at their destination
The warden steps back
wanting no part of what was next
Metal bars swing back
revealing a man of mammoth proportions
needle worn skin a moving picture of colour
“Hello Brother “
The priest freezes in time
before him a brother lost
found Oh Lord only to loose him again
Desperation horror madness
All cross the priest’s face
“Why ?” says the priest
“Though we don’t share belief or lifestyle
I love you brother ..
I ask your forgiveness for your compassion
My blood flows through your veins
Much as they say god flows through yours
I only ask for a brothers forgiveness
That i may meet my death
Having made my peace with my blood”
For a time silence
Bile rising in the back of his throat
The priest fighting for composure
Steels himself ..
“As a priest I forgive you
As your brother I grieve for you”
Reaching for his brother
Arms like logs wrap round the priest
Sobbing for what could have beens
The brothers sat like this till …
Time was called
Rearing up
before it lies
dark shadow cast
and block the sky
through bitter cold
and blazing light
even its might
now scars are borne
slippery grit
and loose stones
ledges narrow
and cracks tight
flesh so weak
and spirit quakes
the one must climb
and overcome
simple brawn
courage strong
no sure path
nor way marked
still set forth
and ascend
with care probe
and errors find
else do waves
in cold wind crash
splay like ice
on tender flesh
no skill or might
nor daring deed
courage counts not
to cross this path
yet go we must be
in fragile shell
toss to and throe
with towering might
white knuckles seize
as muscles shake
our bowels like waters
and strength flows away
and charted course
soon lost within
and all our tries
are not enough
far below
in blinding light
white gives way
to new life
yet there not
the path is not
and frozen cold
is one our way
mud so cold
on stones slip
grasping roots
stops our steps
warmth does melt
yet bitter cold
steels away
both strength and will
yet others behind
for us depend
to open the path
and mark the way
heart does pound
dry is mouth
and muscles quake
and fear is strong
one cannot know
and hope is weak
still we take
another step
‘tis through grace
that lifts us up
the way still hard
but our burden light
together we
still onward go
together on
‘tis through grace