Wild is the night that wants to have us in its chamber,
The soul ascends from its carriage in slumber,
It sojourns into the mysterious,
Strange is the encounter sometimes serious.
Wild is the night when there’s a presence in your room,
There’s a hanging gloom,
You can barely sleep,
The eerie is out of the deep.
Wild is the night when silence speaks volumes,
The uncanny communes,
There’s a search for light,
In glorious symphony until daylight.
Wild is the night when there’s a summon to another time,
It’s a walk in a different clime,
The hidden is unveiled,
Turbulent seas are sailed.
"The quiet waters buoy the boat of the departed."
- Quote by Poet
Separated from the body
The soul seeks an eternal refuge
Beyond borders
The soul sojourns to the celestial city
Silence walks through the door
There’s a decline in the numbers that embark on dawn’s bus
Grief pervades the room
Tributes speak volume
The symphony ends
The epitaph mirrors the past.
An unforgotten depth,
An unreached ground,
Answers haven’t been found,
A dim lamp stands in the corridor.
He sojourns with a vague understanding,
He seeks to know the reason for his troubles,
To find the path out of the gloomy bubbles,
He has searched the deep for a reap.
He has walked out of the night,
He has sojourned to the light,
The tendrils of the night still trail him,
He has seen its different sides
The book hasn’t answered all his questions,
The sages say it’s a purposed intention,
He still journeys to redemption,
Until time and age bring him completion.
At my first sight of him,
I saw such a benevolence,
the Cuban youth with mocha skin
and bright root beer-brown eyes,
he only loved me,
I, a frivolous woman.
He was nineteen, I was twenty-two,
his steadfast devotion of heart,
my UK heritage fire.
How I wish I could send him a message
through the timelessness of poetry,
breathed into his dreams by an angel,
to say, when I think of us forty-three
years ago,
I sing a song of the sea.
We were U.S. Navy recruits in the
challenges of boot camp.
He thought my plain looks were
beauteous,
he, so serene and gentlemanly,
what a man should be.
He gave me an engagement ring,
when we graduated that hot
Orlando, Florida day,
the loving man too good for me,
how I hurt his truest of cherish,
he only loved me,
the woman of a thousand fragments.
Not long after he went out to the
vasty romantic sea,
I wrote him ending our engagement,
I never saw him again.
The years a flash of decades,
that brought my sorrow in tidal waves.
When I set sail in my elder's nocturnal
sleeping sojourns,
I think of him as my memories soar
as if an oceanic bird,
and awake-
to sing a song of the sea. ~
Days weave together
as night tears at the seams
Light as it vanishes
deserting my dreams
The sun making promises
darkness reneges
The truth stays an orphan
that both will misgive
The rooster to signal
that devil’s retreat
Hope spawning a sunrise
where wishes beseech
All joy upon waking
released from the pall
The clock now a weapon
that hangs on the wall
In mutual exclusion
our psyches must live
A damned symbiosis
all take and no give
But hands will fall southward
the shadows reborn
This daydream a nightmare
—as twilight sojourns
(Bryn Mawr College: April, 2023)
Sleeping Beauty tosses and turns
as in a course contrary churns
galactic realm outside the heart
where further spatial spying smart
more astronomic savvy learns.
While telescopic eye sojourns
through visionary sight discerns,
the fairy talers too impart
Sleeping Beauty.
Enlightenment delusion spurns.
As mortal flame’s desiring burns,
in slumbered dreams our paths we chart
and strive to craft a living art.
Oh when will I awaken, yearns
Sleeping Beauty?
~ Harley White
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The poem is in the form of a rondeau…
Some sources of inspiration were the following…
Black Eye Galaxy (Wikipedia)…
M64: The Sleeping Beauty Galaxy (APOD)…
Explanation: The Sleeping Beauty galaxy may appear peaceful at first sight but it is actually tossing and turning. In an unexpected twist, recent observations have shown that the gas in the outer regions of this photogenic spiral is rotating in the opposite direction from all of the stars! The fascinating internal motions of M64, also cataloged as NGC 4826, are thought to be the result of a collision between a small galaxy and a large galaxy where the resultant mix has not yet settled down.
Fear is false evidence that appears real,
It camouflages a true form,
Fear is a raging torment,
It blinds us from the good at every moment.
Fear is an insistent voice that clouds the mind,
It says ill is near and behind,
Fear is a cloud that shields the light,
It sojourns not only at night.
Fear is a suspicious trait,
It says that no one is strait,
Everyone is filled with hate,
And it’s an inevitable gate.
Fear is an ominous perception,
Gloom is its intention,
It is recalcitrant in its appearance,
Only faith can bring total clearance.
Fear is a hanging terror,
It blurs the image in the mirror,
Only resonant confidence
can shatter its residence,
July 23, 2022.
Fear Is Liar Poetry Contest,
Sotto Poet.
CHOOSE ME
If You choose my porous bones
to shatter into a
hundred pieces, dissolve
each atom of my cartilage
I will surrender, hands aloft
So that U my Lord and Mistress can
forgive a human race
Let us start afresh
scarlet daisies blooming on
sacrificing sojourns
ferns flapping acknowledgment
Choose me !
to melt into Your Solar Flares
my skin serving those starving eyes
on desert plains, those vacant women
I will surrender to Your flint
sucked into my raw nerves
I await Your choice
to crack my Heart
to do my mission
JUST CHOOSE ME !
In a place out of the world's view,
In a land, I’m not in control,
I see myself walking this path,
Victor or vanquished I choose not,
The former I’d indeed desire.
Worn out and weary the body,
Stationed at a place switches off,
The soul goes on a transient trip,
It transcends to another realm,
It communes with people it knows,
Or it encounters phantom beings.
The journey ends of its accord,
The soul comes back to its body,
Or to somewhere else it sojourns.
April 1, 2022.
Dream.
Form L - Lay - New Poetry Contest.
Constance La France.
To know, to understand, receive:
wise dealings, righteous equity.
To share and know what to impart:
to youth; the simple; progeny.
To parse, extract, discern shared words;
to sift the wheat, the chaff release.
The one, once guided, ever guides,
And thus does wisdom sure increase.
To start the journey, one must fear
the Lord, his portion, and his lot.
And so He sojourns with the wise,
but fools despise, receive Him not.
(musings on Proverbs 1)
A brook cascades daintily extant
~ flowing gayly heart’s incited joy
Meandering, nestles on Peace
~ quivering restraints strain ‘n squirm
Breaking-bank, careens downwards
~ extols faith’s grim heart-bomb
Undulating, veering waves extrapolate
~ Yonder’s zooming blue-adieu
Sojourns, so-longs, traversing under veils
~ weathering wry extremes
Heart’s incessant journey keels love’s mainland
~ new opaque's reach...
(10/7/21 For 'Islands in the Stream' contest)
A vage blush;
her bloom sojourns
within its female purse,
yet this bright morn
Adam is rampant,
his stamen a brazen phallus.
A raindrop alchemy,
charms and countercharms.
Genders gather together
as one blossom on a single stem.
By evening, Eve will return
to fold moist lips
around her twilit womb.
Adam will sleep
at ease in his dreaming sap.
A floral erotica
has climaxed to silence.
Ying and Yang
have rung their temple bell.
Gentle wind blows slow from tree to tree,
rustling a question, asking of me,
secrets that lie buried in my dreams,
of kisses and love through hazy beams,
birds join in to coo, echo their views,
of my romance if any fresh news?
trees convey through silence their concerns,
have wisdom of ages, season’s sojourns,
Frost will blow, a new day will be born,
Flowers will bloom, darkness will be gone,
Love will flow again from fresh new spring,
Dreams will fly, coloured feathers and wings,
I walk through dream forest in a daze,
for ribbons of love lost in a maze.........
Written 14/04/2021
Mystic Rose sponsored
In the Forest of my dreams poetry contest
9 syllables each line 14lines
i’ve seen among the shadows
in the corner of my eye
a foreboding melancholy
ever present pure and nigh
upon forseen inception
came the beast without respect
laying claim to all emotions
pouring darkness down my neck
clouds of memories will float
inside of distraught dreams
allaying but for precious breaths
the pain of tortured screams
a prayer for those who suffer hell
from loss of man or wife
for these poor souls bear misfortunes
taxing sojourns throughout life
beckons darkest day
offering a farthing of
moonshine and starlight —
coupled flesh warm beneath quilt
Winter wine keeps spirits’ bright
beckons darkest day
coldness of the Christ’s sealed tomb —
tears and fears presume
the worst of ebon, the death
of life and healing; breathing
celebration of
the birth and rebirth from God
at the darkest times —
star of Bethlehem sojourns
to every bootlegged corner
celebration of
all sons and daughters of King
haloed in moonshine —
silent nights prescribed, roaring
hearth and candlelight; pristine
12/9/2020
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