"Christmas"
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
a strange few days
we meet in the nether
and hold on ...
like there’s no tomorrow
while the gryphons
try to work out
which side their
mind and body is on
12 days
gifting partridges
their pairs in trees
hidden in the myst
Christmas is
as Christmas does
its extremes and sublimities,
its oh so ... immaculate mess
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
rocky road
devoured
and trifles
expunged
cherry ripened
cheery
hearts
are us
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond
‘cause,
Poetry
is
Us
isn't it
magic?
'cause
Poetry
is
Us?
Love
to you
wherever you are
never alone
my beautiful one,
there is no ugly
here today in my
heart -
for you
at Christmas,
alone
Love to you,
'cause
Poetry is Us
I’ll stay with you
towards Christmas
those 12 days
and beyond ...
'cause
Poetry is Us
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
at Christmas, 2023
Categories:
myst, christmas, love, muse,
Form: Narrative
Hy-Brasil
Out a’high in lashin’ waves
a’crashin’ anger’d sea
b’yond Albion an’ Hibernia
where mists a’shadow’d, lowly
o’ magical Isle o’ Hy-Brasil
tentacl’d ocean beast ther’ tore
fear’d sailors away lest they would set
o’er realms o’Gods who saw
o’ bare foot giants wi’ call o’ crow
blacken’d eyes an’ skies sang red
they threw th’ rocks in war’s a’haze
their sea’s a’wet wi’ blood
upon Hibernia’s shore they fled
left myth n’ myst-eries
devour’d by a mighty beast
etern’ wi’ At-lan-tis
Categories:
language, mystery, myth, mythology,
Form: Rhyme
I, am a single drop of blood
that swoons to your eye.
Eye, can revisit why.
I am the Memory of every Departure.
I am born of Emotion and Dreams in brood.
Treasure's Dragon and rider thereof.
Adventure, myst-understood.
I am the Long Eternal wake awake
and I will always be here.
Recapturing your heart with claws to tract ture.
From beyond the Black, I wait.
I am your true love.
The Picture Perfect glove,
finger, gem-and aperture.
I am your past and your future,
path and destination.
I am the way back.
I am Eden.
The Canvas of Hide in Pregnancy spotting
exploits to encircle, vocation.
The Beginnings, in my Prefecture.
An Eye of the again against replication,
O Love's cloning fracture.
Categories:
myst, art, child,
Form: Rhyme
I give you a gift of fireflies;
They’re all I have to give –
Captured by many tries –
Given with all my love.
They’re all I have to give
To you. They are white magick –
Given with all my love.
Let them illuminate your path.
To you, they are white magick
In the myst of the forest.
Let them illuminate your path
Because fear is darkness
In the myst of the forest.
Captured by many tries –
Because fear is darkness –
I give you a gift of fireflies.
Categories:
myst, light, magic, night, rainforest,
Form: Pantoum
a blacks cats tale
Slinking...
Down dark Alleyways...
Black cats hunt.
A full moon glows pale..
And races with the wind.
As clouds drift by.
A cackling call of laughter is heard...
Breaking the night.
jack O' Lanterns burn Bright.
Swaying in the shifting winds.
Around the bend comes
Monsters and such.
Scary and cute...
Wanting...Treats, willing to Trick!
Hickory spices the Air...
Brown, Gold, RED dead leaves twirl
in the breeze myst twirl, swirl, spirits whirl
Skeletons dance to Nights rhythms Mythic trance.
Deities unknown roam the earth
From broken Crypts.
The ancient eternal infernal ...
unseen...alien, alone
abound to eons old!
Categories:
myst, adventure, autumn, cat, corruption,
Form: Free verse
The dam in summer,
Thick air, hot, Green,
Myst by the falls,
Red wing Black birds sing,
Riding our bikes,
Fishing for pike
Cattails and breeze,
Innocence, happiness, ease,
The dam in winter,
Dark, cold, gray,
Ice on the river,
Short are the days,
Everything bleak,
Snow at our feet,
Empty branches blow,
Realization, hopelessness, sorrow
JEV
Categories:
myst, dark, emotions, fishing,
Form: Rhyme
Heartbreak in your eyes;
Herb garden jade rainforest;
The down flow waterfall covers your face;
Heartbreak eyes .
Heartbreak pyramid;
Sprig of mint;
Myst in the air;
Waterfalls splashings;
Emotions flowing like the ocean;
Storytelling devotion;
Heartbreak pyramid,
The reason why you cry...
Heartbreak
3/31/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Categories:
myst, anxiety, conflict, heartbreak, heartbroken,
Form: Free verse
Man has to many problems, you see
How can he solve them, he's all be
Forever and a day, struggling trying ... no way
Can he hope to survive, although he tries
Man he us
Man is
He's s up and down
And no one comes around
To help a man who's down
But God but Gid be the glory
He's right there He's right here
O but God He's the glory He's here He's already here
So
Man with your ups and downs
Man you must turn them around
God is right here He is already here
And He will just turn it around
My God will turn it around
Mankind has his faults
How can they hope to bear them or even come close
Forever and a day struggling trying no, no, no way
Can he hope to survive is each one a lie yet he tries
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2003
Categories:
myst, analogy, celebration, depression,
Form: Lyric
Mystery.mystery.mystery
Mystery.mystery.myst
Mystery.mystery.m
Mystery.myster
Mystery.mys
Mystery .
Myst
M
November 21,2018
Categories:
myst, fun,
Form: Shape
"MYST"
Under Anaesthesia
the dream bleeds fast,
it lasts forever, it’s over too quick
Some kind of fantasy, you meet those you missed
Terra Firma no longer exists
Floating with other beings
Legends are embraced
lovingly long time kissed
In the Bardo, the "Between" place
I'll wait for you
with those missed
I will wait for you
in the
Myst
(Lovejoy-Burton/May 2018)
Categories:
myst, journey, love, mother daughter,
Form: Free verse
Maid of the Myst
I lie in repose
Under the falls
In a tranquil pool
Of turquoise blue
He left me for another
This I could not suffer
My pain already drowning me
I fell from the falls
Spectacular was the news
Young girl with the blues
Dives to her cherished death
My lover left me for I was on meth
I was confused and skin so bruised
Misused and tears seeped from my veins
No one at all could know this enduring pain
So now under the falls I enjoy the rain
My soul lies deep
Under waters so very steep
I wait, and I wait
To be alive again
From the skies
Not another… but I see a phone that dives
Floating downwards upon my weary breast
A chance you see, finally I was blessed
I call from the depths below
Like a spirit I begin to glow
Daddy daddy is that you?
From below I call to say a proper adieu
Found inside her pocket
I miss you daddy
I love you so much
Forgive my wild youth
Remember me as I was in your arms
Long ago with my pony tails
Your little cuddly pumpkin
Love you daddy
Categories:
myst, baby, beautiful, daughter, death,
Form: Free verse
Upon the dawning of each day
Everything is black and grey
The darkness fills the space around him
Somehow the demons won't let him be
Just upon the time for him to change
They come for his life to be rearranged
Breaking through the silver lining of his soul
Letting them in, taking over him... he's a fool
Once he was smothered in beauty
Through time the porcelain skin around his face has shattered.
For now and forever they've made him ugly and broken, Just like you and me.
The soul that once shined, now a black Myst disposing him of his sweet taste. Deformed.
A heart so cold, eliminating him of his feeling.
Upon the rising sun of each day
Everything is white and grey
The light surrounds the darkest of nights
For then the darkness that holds him so tight, shrouds away at the sight of the holy light.
Categories:
myst, abuse, angel, anger, dark,
Form: Lyric
They say dragons don't exist
Maybe the way they fly kept them in the Myst,
Dragon's are very much mystical creatures
They are all so different with many deep features,
Years ago I believe that dragons really were on earth
Even their babies were so cute even at birth,
The precious stones they guarded with their lives
Must have been very special to them to not take any bribes,
The breath of fire that you could see
Was their defense against any enemy,
Their beautiful huge wings that kept them in the sky
Humans often why they disappeared even though they could fly,
These mystical dragons must of had very special powers
They were so big that they were bigger than today's tallest towers,
Dragons are a myth of fantasy
But, if you believe they are real than that is all right with me.
Written By: Unique Poetry 2015
Categories:
adventure, fantasy, imagery, mystery,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Creaks and crawls....
the forest speaks its tongue again....
my wood is sometimes dark and dull,
Drear, is some shadows near....
There is myst in the night,
my wood is sometimes ----
windy-myst voices,
sometimes,
it is hushed,
and the angels seize not to chatter,
or it lends itself passing as a ghost
skulking about the trees ----
my wood is sometimes
But I shall remember the quiet wood,
and the angels about their tables,
and the windy-myst voices,
and the Voice Who speaks of angels,
my wood is sometimes....
Categories:
myst, angel, depression, faith,
Form: Free verse
Many eyes saw me pass, as I rode by
My reasons have fallen, like a brick house with nobody inside
Myself, I am nothing, a mere echoing of You
Yet I insist tis’ our first meeting and that you’ve left me clue
So again we return to this
This Being that incessantly persists
Where no words reach, yet all language subsists
As a hand, silent as the wind gently kissing passed leaves
She journeys through our myst
Convening the plenum as we breath
At night she rests in her natural state,
Yet we upon this rock have gone amiss
Saturated, once again within her tears,
Our purpose her bliss
And life sings its song across the cosmic ocean
For I to witness
Oh if the air could speak...
Categories:
myst, me,
Form: Free verse
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