Trapped within these walls of stone,
A prisoner of my own making.
Captured by a hollow heart,
A fortress for the taking.
Swordless on a fragile throne,
I'm a King without a crown.
Haunted here at castle's keep,
By a Queen who'd bring it down.
Skin of white with blackened soul,
A Sorceress in disguise.
Sin behind a wicked grin,
Is reflected in her eyes.
Toying with my emotions,
A game she loves so much.
A game I'm sure to lose,
Just a victim of her touch.
Casting spells I know so well,
Powerless to her magic.
Tortured in this dungeon deep,
My life is turning tragic.
Shackled in chains of lust,
I'm bound by this decree.
The Queen of Broken Hearts,
Will be the death of me.
Categories:
swordless, heartbreak,
Form: Rhyme
Candidates debate
Thrust and parry, and thrust
~ Waterloo's blind date
Categories:
swordless, conflict, loss,
Form: Senryu
Borrowing leaves in the mustard grass,
I've pinned you down for too long.
This is not a contest,
I love you larger than language.
Pardon my discretion,
Dinosaurs of grief leap out of my mouth.
I'm sorry for the world.
I'm gifting you with sordid joy,
It's all I have.
Take my wonky life.
Shake it it with glittered luck.
Like a bandit under new skies,
Like a mother with never a need to cry,
Like a solider, swordless and benign,
In that multi-glorious moment where your eyes meet mine.
What is a flower was once a knife,
As I scream with inexorable life.
Categories:
swordless, life,
Form: Free verse
NONFIGURATIVELY ME
the day of the post mortem
trying to piece you together
a deckle-edged tumour slid
into the picture…sad small
maple black coffin of
terror
roulette wheels babe-- able
to pull my own spills on
anything -- a hotel
lobby then corridors
collective doors where
knockers look like
miniature knights of
shining armor
hanging
swordless
only so far one can go
on Islands of pleasure
one mile long—Friday
nights are days off
remaining six
consist of
eight closet hours
of time—outside
castle walls
predictable
daily
menus
new version of the same poem
an opening stanza
standing alone
to mess with
closed minds
Non-figura-tively
me
© Kim van Breda—18 October 2015
Categories:
swordless, blue, purple, rainbow, word
Form: Free verse
When God made man, the eternal one
Made the Sabbath a place to meet
The image of his love in time, the sun
And moon to build its walls around his feet.
When God met Israel in a desert place
He bid then build a temple for grace
That he may dwell with them in space
Behind the curtain to veil his face.
When God sent Christ to repair the breach
Between time and space, he was the cup
To pour the race into one soul, his reach
Beyond the mark of sin's howling pup.
In all these things, Yahweh brings me
To worship by candles' dark of faith
And his dripping blood stalks memory
And usher me through a swordless gate.
Categories:
swordless, faithgod, god,
Form: Light Verse