Long Wist Poems

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Uplifting Despair

make way, make way,
for a maiden banished from my desolate plane.
she holds her head high 
with her bindle in hand, and nothing in sight.
her countenance? fierce yet seraphic.
like divine judgment, contrite yet panoramic.

i watch you leave with wist—
i know you plan to reel me in,
plotting on me, like i’m an oblivious fish.
so used to my lack of adamant action.
you think of me to be a fish in a well,
though i know that to be aspersions;
i’m much more than just a hopeless whelp
described as nothing more than an accumulation of precipitation.
i am the vast sky, with even vaster aspirations.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Love Lull Into Weightlessness

Beautiful picturesque soft glowing light 
against the darkness, whilst burning shooting
star catapult through the sky in its flight. 
Spinning fine idyllic thread flow, moving.

In mine heart, I evoke the narrative 
wist of our youth. An inexhaustible 
love; now lost in the waning sedative 
silence of farewell and exhaustible.

Once devoured by his fathomless green eyes,
crave the dark blond hair full of spiral curls.
Lost to his ebbing wave of silent cries
left breathless like flittering glint of pearls.

Birds hymn lull mine into weightlessness sleep;   
whilst echoes always brings you back to keep.

2/22/2020

Poetry Contest: Writing Prompt - Ten Words  2.  Love 
Sponsored by: Dear Heart

thread, heart, silence, hair, beautiful, dark, green, birds, fathomless, breathless
© Eve Roper  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Premium Member The Pepperman and the Sword of Saint Eligius

I OPENED A DOOR OF GOLD AND SILVER. 
SOMEWHAT SURPRISED AND SOMEWHAT BEWILDERED. 
FLOATING IN AIR AND TURNING SLOWLY 
GAVE IT A PRESENCE OF BEING HOLY
THIS WAS A SWORD OF BRILLIANT DESIGN.
I THOUGHT TO MYSELF "I WISH IT WERE MINE" 
FIVE FEET IN LENGTH AND TWELVE POUNDS IN WEIGHT. 
I EXAMINED IT CLOSER TO DETERMINE A DATE. 
A GOLDEN THROWN ENCRUSTED WITH GEMS. 
DIAMONDS AND RUBIES AND PLENTY OF THEM.  
ENGRAVING. EMBROIDERING AND MAGNIFICENT WIST.
THIS WAS CRAFTED BY A BRILLIANT GOLDSMITH. 
CEREMONIAL OR RELIGIOUS I ASKED MYSELF. 
WAS THIS CREATED FOR SOMEONE OF WEALTH. 
A HEAVENLY VOICE STARTED TO SPEAK. 
MORE LIKE A TEACHER WILLING TO TEACH. 
BORN IN THE YEAR FIVE EIGHTY EIGHT, 
ELIGIUS GREW UP AND WENT ON TO BE GREAT. 
A MASTER CRAFTSMAN, THE GREATEST GOLDSMITH. 
CRAFTED THIS SWORD YOU SEE EXIST. 
HIS WORK CAN BE SEEN ON TOMBS OF SAINTS. 
CAPTURED ON CANVAS BY CHRISTUS THE GREAT
HE WOULD GO ON TO HELP THE POOR. 
HE FOUNDED CHURCHES AND SO MUCH MORE. 
AFTER HIS DEATH HE WAS CONSIDERED A SAINT. 
SHOWN AS A BISHOP BY THOSE WHO PAINT. 
THE LECTURE WENT ON, LONG INTO THE NIGHT. 
I FOUND THAT JOURNEY TO BE A DELIGHT.

Premium Member The Craggy Hills

Upon these craggy hills, I sit and in wonderment, I stare 
Gods beauty is reflected everywhere 
thundering surf crashing below
It's Thomas Hardy's world we know

The limestone rock formations 
Millions of years the transformation 
Under the sea, they lay until the continents collided
And here they stand in awe, magnificently divided. 
The Jurassic coast of Dorset
Lulworth Cove its corset.

On ancient hills, my feet now trudge 
I give myself a needed nudge 
A little further up the hill
I feel a sudden eerie chill 
The ghost of Thomas Hardy in our midst 
Least I fool you with my wist.

I walk upon these craggy hills 
The ocean below its froth it spills
How much longer, my feet are aching
The suns come out and I am baking.

A little further, a little more
Around the corner awaits Durdle Door 
I punch my fist up in the air, 
What I see below is rare.

Durdle Door the famous arch 
I reached it finally. I am parched.
I snap the pictures in disbelief 
There it stands like a commander in chief

The arch looks like a dinosaur
The thunderous waves roar with encore
My eyes hug the cliffs along the coast
The Atlantic Ocean blue, the sky reflecting in its hue

A ship in the distance is sailing 
I must make my visit brief Adele and the dogs are waiting
I quench my thirst with much-needed water
I should have made her come, I should have brought her.

The snaps and video will have to do 
I loved my trip down the Jurassic coast and so will you.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member September's Star

*Image of Outer Space by EIR.

September's Star

   Vespers of the North Star,
            Prithee August zephyrs,
                  Abides thy cobalt crown,
                 Pirouette effulgence,
Thy northern lights renown.

   Vespers of the North Star,
                   Wist indigo twilight,
  Van Gogh wouldst captured thee,
      Thy freshly framed canvas,
         Old Master's devotee.

   Vespers of the North Star,
         Of late Dutch Boy in blue,
                    Textured in porcelain,
  Slept curled in the wee night,
            Translucent artisan.

   Vespers of the North Star,
               Aurora's breakfast tea,
                Cozy midst remembers,
  Fond farewell bidst thee thine,
            Albeit, September's. 

2022 August 24


Premium Member edvard'z cleaver connect

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*In Aramaic, "nun" specifically 
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*wit; merriam-webster: 1c; humor

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Write Tell Me What You Think Its About

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us is what this poem is about
Dancing fur the last time
if God exist get ready
here i come
i will take the loon way round
can't imagine my anger
no stop would make
when you realise this it not for you
My secrets
squirreled plain as the noose on my
face it
never fit to see your grace
remove the good its starting to hurt the badder
rest your eyes
Good then you wont
see whats next
she was holding back the dark
what if the big rip
is someone hurt so much
he ends everything
literally rips reality apart
what if that's....
all folks........me
writing bibles of dust
that caught the space
as sunlight slipped her con
tours of seconds
if you think of thought twice is that second thought
address the redness embarassed by shout south with thou's
I loved you since i saw you
but i don't think you
new to me
i love misteaks
Annooying with an extra ooh
look at hymn
Thats starting to piss me aff
my head
looking for the wet paint to touch
join lemmings at the
back of my
mind the
step back
i;m the only thing keeping this maniac
Back to life
turned my
lies inside
now the truth can't
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