Short Distills Poems
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Castle of Dreams
Lutes and violins
Gothic dreams, pleasures of sin
Recited poetry
In my chamber of fire
Wine distills lulled memories
She evaporates
Into my mind
When lips collide
as they are want to do
the tender crush
distills all to a moment revealing
what makes a man believe in heaven
is contained in her eyes
and released in her kiss
A wall impenetrable
failure's entrance
moist eyes note not
the crevices
Ever-present
darkness, daylight
concrete pierced
with whispers
Matter's essence
distills eventualities
Writing the lines,
one word remains absent
To give the verse promise,
new voices to fill
Speaking my heart,
I pause before ending
Taking a breath
—as the silence distills
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Writing the lines,
one word remains absent
To give the verse promise,
new voices to fill
Speaking the words,
I pause before ending
Taking a breath,
—as the silence distills
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)
Heaven leaks the truth
to writers who thirst
The drip of each word,
filling line after line
All meaning distills,
when the words press together
The pages a vineyard
—as water becomes wine
(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2018)
to feel the peace
that will come
in time
as life
settles down
from it's mad pace
when reason
distills
into wisdom
those sleepless nights
with fears
unfounded
for courage
is what will bring
the days
in life
when you can say
I'm happy
Just a broken poet,
at an A.T.M.
His stomach cries out,
words hunger within
The nights are the longest,
cold darkens and chills
Fresh words on account,
new credit distills
Pushing buttons while bent,
with hope standing tall
An answer comes back,
‘Zero Funds To Withdraw’
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
Guilt Distilled
I want to turn away
From all the misery
But if I close my eyes
The guilt distills in me
And if shout about
All that I believe
I sadly know by now
I’ll lose some family
But if I turn my back
To that, that must be seen
Well, then, I risk it all
And lose humanity
Copyright © Bill MacEachern | December 16, 2023
My ground is pretty solid
My statement is really worth
I many inadequacies foiled
I really respect force
I am mightly explicit weapon
The credit of AF defense
My engines your brain boil
I am drone that distills essence
My electronics prone to tectonics
My sensors a lot sense
Use power of sonics
The diligent phonies
Physics of cyber dense
Feel how you feel
As time now steals
Ere touch can heal
Age that reveals.
Know what you know
As grace now grows
A thrill that shows
How loss greets flow.
Be wise to face
The call of grace
Where poise of place
Meets sacred space.
Prize that fine feel
Where joy distills
A poignant thrill
Of sheer goodwill.
Leon Enriquez
15 December 2018
Singapore
As the river cascades
From Himalayas breast
With all its puissance
And rage, it distills out
Along its way, the grail
Of love, service and faith.
It finds the fondness
That grows, in tandem
With the stretching course
Brimmed with beauty, it
Flows till infinite.
Tunes emanate
At each sojourn
Of cadenced waves
Those quench the earth.
It imparts
On mankind
Life itself
Like a
Caring
Mom
Poet: Prashant Shaurya ©
All rights reserved.
You get familiar
with the fall of the land,
follow a gentle slope of words
down to the shore
where water punctuates
time with waves.
All becomes a poem,
washing up
metaphor upon metaphor,
meaning forming on the wide,
tide swept beach,
whisperings in the chambers
of seashells, white sand
carrying the remains
of the churned passions
of the sea. Love distills
to a warm, soft breeze
nuzzling into a still
drowsy morning.
And I want you to draw!
No chalk on the asphalt.
And on a white canvas with yearning,
Got lost soul like a map.
And I want to kiss you!
But not in the cheek, and crimson lips.
I love you to no jealous
Distills thoughts tired.
And you want to give you happiness!
Do you know what a miracle.
Without emotional moments of participation,
Can not find your heart rest.
And I want you to draw!
The one that invented the tale of the night.
In his heart, a girl,
Thoughts paint themselves without paint.