Pale Poems

Pale Colours Of Dawn

Sunrise painting sky palest shade of blue.
Break of dawn as usual with pale yellow hue.
Tint in the clouds of pale purple so true.
A gradient of gentle pale colours risen anew.

A Triad of Tanka VII: Under The Pale Hills

Under the pale hills,

Enchanting and elusive,

Autumn's jewelled mists

Reminding me, once again,

All things are transitory.
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Half-bathed in mauven...

How compelling the far hills.

Wistful; yet...lovely.

For always these opaque hills

Forever pulling on me.
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Never forgetting;

And on sparkling, misty days,

Lifting on sunshine

I will see your faint outlines

Etched against reflective cloud.
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The Pale Rider

I stood on the isle, winds tearing the veil,
When the Lamb broke seals and Time grew pale—
First came the White, a conqueror proud,
With bow unbent and a crown like cloud.

He rides to conquer, not for peace,
His arrows silent, wars never cease.
A mimic of Christ, but cold in deed,
He plants the lie, he sows the seed.

Then

Pale Porcelain

Clad in bright white sapphire
Millions crawl, the exhausted lay to admire
Within its swelling eye thousands desire
At the back I lie, waiting to expire
Scratching the walls without respire
I danced into crossfire
With a soul which yearns to retire
Lips littered with satire
A heart prosecuted to hellfire
Still, my porcelain surface shone as if a luminaire 
Slowly the winds fill

Pale Lavender

the gemstone flower
amethyst so pretty quartz
a pale lavender

THE PAIN OF LOSING TO YOURSELF

For me life is suppose to be a fight between you and yourself.
A fight to the death, were you’re supposed to push for success.
Only after when you came face to face with your greatest enemy,
Which in this case, the greatest enemy of yourself is yourself.

Sky is the limit only applies to those who are ready

A Pale World

I've come to greet you with a face  grey like the clouds 
Smoke and lace, I wear this monsters shroud
The void is me now
How could I describe being full of emptiness
I drowned in this pale world every time I opened my mouth 
consuming the fog
Now my mind is silent
I don't know where my voice

Psyche, Pale

Psyche, in the morning hours;
Belladonna flowers?
Dancing stars in silent showers?
Glimmers, glows, and glowers!

Ariadne, webs to weave?
Wisdom, will ye grieve?
What ought mortals to believe?
What ought I conceive?

Kali Mother, over boil?
Face down in the soil!
Military, might, embroil?
Serpents, coals a-coil...

Queen Tomyris, papyrus?
What indeed to write?
Cyrus caught a virus?
Reality, fade white!

Crabapples brew for Crassus?
To "most indecent" go!
No use skipping

Pale Day

A pale murky day at my place
I sit in my room with no view
Watching the spring in its autumnal phase
How strange does it feel without you
I’m like a stray dog here
Who came by chance to check out
What’s new in the depth of fear
Where I used to hang around
What an obvious lie that time heals
Sclerosis may

Beyond the Pale

    There once was an Irish man named Ed Jog,
    Who served time, for digging peat from a bog.
    But it was beyond the pale,
    Where he spent two nights in jail.
    Before he explained, Pete was his sheepdog.

 

The Lonely, pale Princess

A lonely, pale Princess 
Waltzing in the sand 
Sun streaked, flowery hair
 Floral print, flowing clothes.

The lonely, pale Princess 
Fragile but aloof
 Wants to walk alone in the beach
 Waltzing on the sand

The lonely, pale Princess
Not as perfect as can be 
Demons clipped upon her wings
 Bloodshot eyes from tears

The lonely, pale Princess 
Floral print,

In a world of shadows, where pale lights dance on the strings of time

In a world of shadows, where pale lights dance on the strings of time,
Thoughts weave branches of ancient trees, an old song of dreaming,
Creativity is born like a timid flame on the edge of the unseen abyss,
Seeking to surpass the boundaries of the given world, to step beyond the horizon.
Break the chains that hold souls

Screwtape

Long forbidding fingers dig deep in,
Appearing black contrast on pale skin,
The puppeteer directs your gaze,
A brief view but the vision stays,
Ruinous renderings plague the brain,
His dark imprint now shall remain.

Pale Blue Dot

A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space, 
It earnestly holds everything ever known within itself; 
Nothing matters in this place.

Ginger and peach tea, a mother’s warm embrace,
The meaningful intimacy of sharing a clementine, but we are just
A pale blue dot that floats in an infinite expanse of space. 

Overthinking a

the Pale Winter

Still soft but icy is the morn
On and within my guessing lips.
The downdrifts of the night before
Ghost under mattress to my floor —
The snow's attachment, fingers torn
From without over my breath wisp —
Still soft but icy is the morn
On and within my guessing lips.




-  a little different from a regular triolet; 
  

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