Our hands are tied, Death
Since you dawned on us this New Year . . .
Shapely bottles of champagnes have shone
And have broken to fragments with the ululation
Of firecrackers that warmed cold and dark wintry skies.
Now, aphonia sets in from unending lamentations.
Headlines, buried by the chilly bones of winter,
Are barren of good tidings.
A chionophile besieges the rim of a sedulous Yuletide
Grieving by oneiric alleys . . .
I speak of the Friedhof of haunting grimness behind
The curtains of howling winds;
Chants that frequent the disease of frightened melodies, stained
With the aged banality of youthful death;
And the purlieu of cremated souls and consolidated ashes.
Daggers are drawn to paint skulls on canvas slit by the
Whispering tongues of fire
Candles burn their tallow gently on the skin of cancer,
A stinkaroo that stinks with rage.
We do not know how else to turn the calendar.
The edges brim with hostile, burning blood,
Frozen with bits of hate and servile penetralia.
New Year hangs the singed sigil of death
On the bosom of fattened scrolls.
Categories:
purlieu, death, sorrow,
Form: Elegy
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Categories:
purlieu, appreciation, imagery, passion, sensual,
Form: Carpe Diem
through kitchen's window
dreary, gray, cold winter day
in garden's purlieu
golden daffodils like sun
lift spirits, warm hearts, gives hope
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Contest: "Bite Size Poem # 34"
Written: 01/28/2022
Categories:
purlieu, daffodils, weather,
Form: Tanka
Act of Time
David J Walker
The purlieu of my childhood survives in dreams
And haunts me as I drive its hazy streets
Though everything’s complete
Still intact as if
Some sort of act of time
What was is mine
As I repeat each line as if
Spoken in foreign language play
So far away in a distant auditorium
Categories:
purlieu, time,
Form: Rhyme
Live not for tomorrow but for today,
Dream to fly beyond the purlieu!
Drive through the sunset like today's the end,
Inspire one with your glorious masquerade,
Be a ghostwriter and write beyond yonder.
Be it by sunlight or by candlelight,
Leave a mark on 'morrow to come,
For you're the light that gleams in the dusk,
When poisoned with perfidious lies,
Not give up hope, you must live!
Shed all your missteps, bygone
For clarity you must with earnest, pray
And rule the trials that come your way,
Bow down not to your flaws and shame,
Become worthy of self compassion
Let it not lead to a tragedy,
Choose and tread carefully
Fall in love with a special someone,
Be a bringer of joy to every last one,
For this will fetch you treasures miraculous!
Categories:
purlieu, emotions, flying, life, light,
Form: Free verse
Advancing purlieu dawns on growing up;
the outskirts of our lives will change o'er time.
Unwanted confines normalize our lives
as we accept each demarcation line.
September 19, 2019
QQQ-003
a four-line stanza from a longer poem of mine, Drawing Boundaries.
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/drawing_boundaries_575208
contest: Arbitrium Divisa 4
host: Gregory R Barden
Categories:
purlieu, 11th grade, future, growing
Form: Verse
gray clouds in ether
elicit voyage to soul
sparkling shine again
8-11-2016
Categories:
purlieu, sun,
Form: Haiku
All newborns move from womb to crib;
and toddlers leave the floor to play in yards.
Most youngsters go from home to school,
learning a new milieu some with ease.
Our kids both young and old contend with space.
While teens assemble, needing gangs and groups,
our college students age as they leave home.
The forest’s edge expands with chills and thrills.
Advancing purlieu dawns on us
the outskirts of our lives change over time.
The empty nest can normalize our lives
as we accept each demarcation line.
With marriage, having children need not stunt
our passage if we've learned our lessons well.
We welcome flux and look forward to tomorrow.
Grandkids will start the cycle anew.
Agendas set; when of necessity
we must retreat, forest calls us back,
we think goodbye, adieu slowed our bearings down.
In lieu of serving others, we now dread
being waited-on by younger souls
who'll take their mental notes. An empty nest
just helps pull the curtains on our clock and stage.
Categories:
purlieu, 11th grade, age, life,
Form: Free verse
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To everything turn, turn, turn ~
Standing upon the ledges edge; uncovered
As peering about her city lights below?!
Gathering in biopsies water colours
Moments splashed atop their vestige be neons
Dissecting organisms called life; time
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
Lifted, from his palette of brushed; this rhyme....
========================================
.."SwitchBlade" *
Categories:
purlieu, angel, art, autumn, love,
Form: I do not know?
To everything..
Turn, turn, turn
Standing upon this ledges edge
Uncovered as peering amid
The city lights below
Biopsies water colours..
Moments splashed about
This vestige of neons
Dissecting organisms hues called life ?
Time, seeking purlieu sorties
Reasons incised..
Lifted from the palette
Of brushed; their rhyme.
Categories:
purlieu, happiness,
Form: Free verse
Day's finishing gloss glimmers on horizon's purlieu
Rich orange truffles filter into milky fondue
Fiery sun's last gasps bleed through ethereal flue
With dusk's graying mantle, at steeples' crest
rendezvous
A suspended bridge; Day's beams, Night's seams to glue
A florid banner with singed neon sparks doth preview
Mercurial parade of iridescent colors blending into
vacuous milieu
A brass orchestra; undergirding pit scarlet chromium hue
Gilded conductor melding bright, dark tones into
harmonic stew
Crimson carousels, violet pinwheels hypnotizing medley
brew
Dissonant base strings darker notes on sterile
perimeter queue
Swarming silver waves blight the panoramic view
Dusk's murky yield; brokered shadows accrue
To Twilight's annual, scintillating pageant; bids adieu
purlieu- an outlying area; periphery of a zone,
environment
Categories:
purlieu, nature
Form: Rhyme
========================================
To everything turn, turn, turn ~
Standing upon this ledges edge; uncovered
As peering amid the city lights below?!
Gathering in biopsies water colours....
Moments splashed upon the vestige of neons
Dissecting organisms called life; time
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
Lifted from the palette of brushed; this rhyme....
========================================
...."SwitchBlade" ~
Categories:
purlieu, hope, life, love,
Form: I do not know?
In times that we live
One belief holds true
The ones that hold on
Should be held by you
To remain into future
Make your own purlieu
You have to be strong
In case they need you
Categories:
purlieu, devotion, love, philosophy
Form: Rhyme
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
To everything turn, turn, turn ~
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Standing upon this ledges edge; uncovered
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
As peering amid the city lights below?!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Gathering in biopsies water colours...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Moments splashed upon the vestige of neons
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Dissecting organisms hues called life; time
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Seeking purlieu sorties reasons incised!?
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Lifted from the palette of brushed; this rhyme...
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
... * "SwitchBlade" ~
Categories:
purlieu, inspirational, life, love, passion,
Form: Free verse
Mirror, Mirror on the wall..
Secrets told, to enthrall.
If walls could talk of stories foretold.
The truth and lies, of the young and the old.
Creaky floors, heave a sigh.
In the purlieu, where feet danced spry.
Doors held on by rusted hinges.
Swung open and closed through the ages.
Cobwebs interstice between unknown entities.
Invaders tip toe; the enemy retrieves its bounty.
Closets full of untold skeletons.
Of ambiguous answers of their wantons.
Cracks finger up and down, the old white ceilings.
Weathering takes its toll around the old dwelling.
The eyes of the house have seen many things.
Through the decades of beatings and blessings.
Dust has settled upon the dilapidated edifice.
Waiting to be reintroduced and resurrected.
Categories:
purlieu, imagination, mystery, nostalgia, on
Form: Light Verse
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