Relic Poems

The Bell Tower That Leaned In

I. The Pastor’s Hand

At dawn’s brittle cusp—
  he climbs, each step
    a nail in time’s coffin
  breath ragged
    a Psalm torn mid-hymn.

The rope tastes of incense and myrrh—
  Liberty’s fracture
    braided through its fibers
  a wound
    that never quite

Tattoos

Since I no longer fit in my name,
I carry it beneath my heart,
like a relic unearthed
from a dead alphabet.
It is a cracked word,
written in blue ink
on the page of a lost Bible
in my grandparents' attic.

People call my name.
But their voices sound
like a bell lost
in an abandoned cathedral.
Perhaps they never learned
to utter the syllables of pain
in

Worn Out Relic

O Lord,
'Tis a decade gone
Since thy curse fell upon us.
The malnourished children are no more,
The poor soil lieth barren.
Lord, what hast thou wrought upon our village?
Mine only companions be the flies and the toads.
Thy shadow resteth beside mine empty grave.
I am not wroth with thee,
Yet surely have I all the right to be so.

The Relic Of Yearning

In the expanse of my fervent sky
I let my enraptured heart’s songbird soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze,
bringing your fragrance to me 
through the spectrum of spring.

The sunburst dawn splashed 
the sequins of ethereal ecstasy,
designing for me the lattice of euphoria 
in the domain of depthless desire, 
that kept on glowing relentless,
I didn’t see

The Relic

It looked like a bleached tongue
pulled from a mouth,
petrified and incapable 
now of letting a word slide over
its calcified silence.
I picked it out of the wet sand
and held it in my hand. 
It had little weight, smooth
on one side and pitted
on the other. A cuttlefish bone.

It was a marvel of engineering.
My fingers followed its shape,
took

The Relic

I don't know the faces 
in the old photograph,
stored in the attic 
with other relics 
of lives long past

I don't know their names,
or the stories etched 
on weathered foreheads,
and in eyes that saw 
both sorrow and joy.

I should have asked 
their names
before grandmother 
rejoined the family 
in that old photograph.

Stupid Pyramid Relic

dummy 
mummy

Relic

“In the burnt meadow of love see life beautiful bloom in the relic of memory” – Quote by Poet


In the expanse of yearning of my fervent sky
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze,
bring your fragrance to me through blooming trees.

The sunburst dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the

Antiquity

I feel like an antiquity
some relic from the past

crumbling at the edges
eroded over time

aging has arrived
There are fissures in my proud steel plated armor

once invincible
reality is bringing with it a heavy blow

it creeps upon you
like a stealth thief in the night

now you berate yourself
for being caught unaware

new words slip into your vocabulary
things like “possible stroke”

a

Opulent Relic Meander

The sensitive brilliance of a lighted flame. 
Yet, filled by vitality, will spark and inflame. 
I had been ashes, encouraged by your presence. 
At first, faint flares, yet before long propel us.

Utterly, we were talented to a calm rumble. 
I was interested in the brilliant shade fettle. 
Applauds such warm and compassionate eyes.
I don't cognize

We'Re All Feels Feels Like I Am- a Relic

Used car manager 
A Relic
He reckons one of his trucks 
That he can sell it 
Covered in dirt a soiled City 
A dirt soiled construction workers
Working for the community 
Hey to 
a relic 
An urban Metro politician 
Trying to change the condition 
finally he cares for all Humanity 
And yet yes he to is 
He

Vetrans Relic

Why it's the Flag ? while im here, i believe
Not the people, because of all the thieves
Yes, there are those who have stolen away
The real people from our peaceful ways
Who decides? when serenity fails?
I once thought it was the militaries' detail
But from what I see and what i have seen
i think it's time for the

Looked Angelic But Was a Relic

Looked Angelic But Was a Relic

she looked angelic
her husband was a relic
of crop had been pick 

was kind as could be
had really set my heart free
meant so much to me

ear nibble and bite
while being love at first sight
marry her just might

forever had been
in love and free from all sin
would sing like a wren

she had passed

A Relic

It sits, unwavering, on my desk
  a relic from a by-gone era
Lowest of low tech
  its on/off chain unobtrusive

Classic lines, bronze weight
  solid as King Arthur's fortress
My initials traced in its dust
  Lights up my nights
    ~ Lets me write

Love Relic

. for public domain

Dappled shadows of fluttering leaves
on the Walnut's limb, dance merrily
upon her aging cheeks and chin.

Her withering smiling, once beguiling,
no longer hides her disappointment
at growing old, now wrinkled and thin,

and yet my eyes are always drawn to hers.
My leathery arms seek to draw her near me.
I rejoice her heart beats within.

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