Short Arcane Poems
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A tale
laced with arcane,
readers hiccup through it;
Quaint text they cannot decipher
peeps out.
great-tailed grackle
struts across the wind-dried lawn
cackling secrets.
he squawks his madness
jibbering arcane folklore
for any to hear.
arcane orange light
shining through winter woods....
just beyond
daybreak
Written: December 01, 2022
A romance of dancing in the warm rain,
While locked in a lover's embrace.
A silent vow of love arcane,
Whispering eminent joy to the human race.
A surreal thought:
Sonorous corridors are murmurous minds.
An arcane thought:
Gorgeous means dazzling
but sounds unrefined.
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the cold wind of January
there were no birds
only old brambles
and an ending of a song
months of drizzle
impartial to the sun
the arcane wind raffles
pelted with pebbles
flowers bitter confetti
Jane, Jane
You're so mundane;
Your cackle, your laugh reminds me much such
As of a champagne
Your voice makes me queasy
And yet you are feisty
Though this message
May seem arcane
Happy, snappy birthday Jane
6/8/19
The purple lands
reading the daily papers
following others leads
A message from your editor
The Sunshine is low
the air rarefied
but every friend is now your enemy
no matter the end
and the rest is mere interest
across some arcane wind
Oblivious to arcane mishaps
That molest the bones established by society
The echo of her tattoo sings of a great depression
Each time the memory surfaces,
A twisted grin is born
Perhaps this could be the preluding window to existential purgatory
Acorns fallow
where do squirrels feed
Snowdrops late this year
The seasons awry
and still we feel the cold
as the arcane wind barricades
itself amongst the pummelled fence
Here a strange madness begins to find out
its root of dreams
amongst the dying trees
The stretching of nimbus
arcane into the neigh
the grateful dead laugh
into the dark
half lying
with mouth open
where the sons of the glen
take you into the Sun
over broken barricades
mounds of high light appear
into the blue of the waves
kiss winds spark
Twined Her Spirits Orbiting Love's Night Their Milky Way, Sublime
Thule's, Scandinavian Gypsy Queens Ambrosia's Arcane, Sceptre She
Crowned Of Jewels Transexual Beads ? Avatar, This Heart Which Bleeds
Swirling Mass Creativity; When Worlds Collide Their Meant To Be ? Sappho.
Form:
From dust to dust
Earthly body must return
For eternal life
The soul must learn
Do no harm
Much love to emphasise
No fear just calm
The soul will rise
Discover all that is arcane
When we pass from here to there
The pinnacle eternal flame
Before we leave wisdom to share
Femininity claimed her loveliness fair
As stood their castle aside the arcane sea
Brushing the tiny tangles from her soft
Silkened hair and our eyes did meet...
This waltz amid the silent silver glass
Meant to be's her endless love, reflects
Our lips they meet; kisses, a palace of pink.
The starlight from the past
reaches our eyes.
When was that moment,
that brief sidereal glow?
When that shining wake
really slipped
along the galactic boundaries?
Light, distance and time
are showing their arcane
and we astonished are observing now
what formerly happened.
Marco
Form:
Bitter Nightshade
Too late now for an Intercessor--
My red, Luscious, Bittersweet berries
Have done their work...and I'm Quiescent...
Ambivalent to your Tactile ruse
Seen as the Quintessence and Arcane.
Your Flamboyant tryst sealed my Immolation.
©deborah burch
11/21/2016
Beneath the bright, white, flight of the water
finger-bones stir mud.
Each digit a buried metaphor
for lovers that had once written
on clear skies.
There in the turgid dark
they create words from shadows,
dark slow swirls, an arcane scrolling
only dead-fish may interpret.
Each time that I see her
A switch is stimulated within me
So arcane yet freakishly alluring
And like a tiger hunting its prey
I chased her pirouetting shadow ever so enthusiastically
The taste of it quite addicting in a hopelessly romantic sense
Tirelessly becoming the axis on which my beliefs lie
Our central vein, from root to crown
Called the staff of power
Feeling God’s touch, in bliss we drown
As in-pours grace shower
Sky above, earth below
Scent of love we follow
Our softened heart mellow
Wisdom arcane
Our central vein
20-January-2022
Quietus
We, the Arcane, plod along,
Our faith keeps us strong,
If folk listen to us,
There'd be Peace, no fuss,
Far better than a bomb,
Prayers unite with aplomb,
Peace now! Damn right!
No need to get uptight,
Cost annihilation,
Faith leads liberation,
our faith keeps us strong,
Humans, plodding along...
Arcane Factories
Along the windswept wasteland
broken bones of humanity unimaginable
a Tyranny in the mind's eye
bleak landscapes of industry churn
spires reaching to torch heaven,
huge towers of jaded glass,
soaring to the zenith
breaking fire of crimson waves
pouring down
to hells foundations.
So-called civilization
busy in searching of pure nectar
Where water can't quench the throat of the poor
Nowadays
So-called movement for hygienic civilization-
an asylum of mental disease
Where two times foods rights a day
are hoarded in the arcane abdomen of the capitalist
-17.06.2020 Chattogram
you gave a bajou
and the summer rain
toppled and confused
we left under our own accords
In the morning
we recanted,
sitting in misery
you said you never loved us
we tried to stroke our bruised egos
but the arcane wind was chaffing,
with the rest of your friends
we sweetly languished
unkissed by the dawn
I could use a little magic tonight
some sorcerer to sympathize
and with his kind arcane words
conjure a spark so I may finally
find my way to some lovely land
lucent with Panglossian light
after doleful decades stumbling
solitary and blind in the bitterly
brumal dark fearing with each
step I will fall and fail to rise
The woods have been gathering here
for generations,
they bring their faithful rings
scored into aged ligneous skins.
The language of the trees is arcane,
it arrives from deep ancestral roots.
Tree-words turn green while still in the seed,
those seeds grow
until they sing like bells
chiming with the earth-turning sky.