Violins plucking strings
of horsehair, satin ribbons
violet violate a dark
foresaken world
like a beautiful dream
romance unravels
the sweet pain
comes undone
then those wild horses
dance macabre neck-to-neck
racing all the way home
for want of a better country,
these beautiful creatures
limbs racing all lathered
opening wide
and unconquered
plunder new territory
in the red seeded seat
royally the hidden thing
beats like a machine
underneath the skin
a ripe juicy red apple
no cherry pip
feeds the mind of
marquis de john donne
and dorian's sybil vane
gone all wrong
Violins the shape
of a woman
the music inside
her intense jungle
prowls around
like an exotic
soft pawed purring
black leopard
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
this way it comes
the soft satin
that binds metaphoric
minds like wrists
the will to resist
comes undone
something wicked
or wonderful
in the garden
dappled in shadow
shining and hidden
like a solitairy secret
like a morning star
this way, it comes
Candide Diderot. ‘24
Categories:
sybil, muse, sensual,
Form: Free verse
syllable
one two three
tap tap tap
clap clap clap
sybil
two
tap tap
clap clap
sib
one
tap
clap
Categories:
sybil, word play,
Form: Light Verse
I will be the princess of the dynasty
The princess of the corkscrew
The princess of the underwear drawer
There is a lot of laughter
Sybil does not understand the others.
She is not amused or laughing
She gets out her tarot cards and her runes.
Begins plotting the spells that will transmogrify the others
Categories:
sybil, women,
Form: Narrative
This frail squint eyed woman
She wears the crown
She goes around town
Her hair matted and coiled
like entrails.
Pass her on
She’s your brother’s hand-me-downs.
This dark-skinned immigrant
from an old barren distant land
feeds on this town’s useless information.
She laughs so hard it stings.
She is simple and decisive.
“You will never learn a god damned thing”
“You are a sad song that played too long”
“I’m in demand…ask all your friends.”
“What a shameful game she played”
“Don’t you remember yesterday’s embers?”
“Show me your army..”
“Where do you go when no one’s watching you?”
“Wish I had another stab at your pale face”
“Whatever keeps you warm at night.”
This warm grainy palm
On the rusty banister
Is the grand vestibule to our small town.
Categories:
sybil, analogy, body, feelings, sick,
Form: I do not know?
It was said I was born of quenched love,
almost vanquished by a storm along
the Red Sea in a din of gray November.
Wandering around dunes, a Maiden
kind housed me comfortably--
O she, laughing among lilies in the quiet
and wild current; nourishing my psyche
with keen sensibilities.
Time passed between rain and light,
as I crossed Earth and Heaven with a sacred
power of a growing woman that clutched
the mystery of unknown incidences…
And when bells of a day's time have played out,
visions sailed in my mind--
that our King drew counsel from my foresight
warmed by an esoteric fire that burned,
speaking of prophecies and omens vouched–
this higher instinct streaming from ‘ Maiden Mother’
who opened a celestial gateway that betook me.
So the tale of a Priestess newly arisen
where legend's moments fell on a gliding leaf;
a story half told of my telepathic gift
of mortal beings honoring me, ‘Sybil, Sybil’:
yet, though revered as a sage, my own destiny
was not mine to hold.
Not even where I truly came from.
Create A Character Contest
7/7/2017
Categories:
sybil, character, mystery,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than the Pope?
Can any faith give Earthlings hope?
Better than folk smoking dope!
If you have problems embarrassing,
Bring them here for my listening,
Sage advice I am providing,
Reflections I am heeding,
Yes, boys, beer understands,
How did dinosaurs make it in Pleistocene lands?
Answer: They didn't, for beer, no hands,
Yes, reflections I am heeding,
Humans are minute cosmic specks, spinning,
on a pebble in Outer Space, clinging,
If gravity didn't suck, we'd all be floating,
Reflections I am heeding,
As Robespierre shall keep reading,
Then Balzac shall be beading.......
Categories:
sybil, blessing, books, funny, hope,
Form: Free verse
THE SIBYL
If sometimes I have waited on your word,
Do not forget there is an empire
Out to the east, where freedom is muffled,
Where the autonomous cry, the great discovery
Of a soul to itself, is labelled treason;
Tied to the west, where freedom’s pennant
Is torn and soiled like a prostitute’s earnings.
Do not rebuke me, when I see well up
In your eyes, the free zone of my heart,
A ransom, perjured, sold in slavery
To patriarchy’s fomenting lies.
Forgive my cowardice, as I rise to speak
I am speaking on behalf of millions.
from IN MEMORY OF HER
Categories:
sybil, abuse, anger, angst,
Form: Sonnet
BrookBrooke
[The Sybil]
i don't drink
she said
looking at
the red and
blue flashing
beer sign
mesmerised
still and small
on an ordinary
stool
spool
spool of thread
about
to fall
from
her
half hip
open
pocket
everything
that could
be said
she
already
knew
Categories:
sybil, allegory,
Form: Free verse
but I'm gettin' the goods on you
three faces of eve and sybil fade
when held to the light
of brilliant imagination
tender-heartedness
never fore imagined
shining soul shines into dumps of
stuff that soup's rules disallow
using words for.
ain't it strange?
Categories:
sybil, thank you,
Form: Lyric
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*wise Sybil crystal gazes
tracking fortune shaped by stars
magical readings drift by…
her veiled head surprised
for what has yet to happen,
in my moonstruck gaze she peeps
bound by heavenly crown’s glow…
message in my eyes
“aligned souls more strung by time
laughter at beach will flare bright
love enchants richer kinship…
forget his mood shifts!” *
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Crystal Ball Contest Sponsored by Linda-Marie
Written by nette onclaud
Now, for Enter the Remembering Linda-Marie:
Tribute Poetry Contest/ Andrea Dietrich
Categories:
sybil, life, mystery,
Form: Dodoitsu
Do hope the other four are keeping in time Dorothy
Yes Sybil they are all looking exceptionally elegant
When are you going to tell them we have passed the audition.
© Harry J Horsman 2011
Categories:
sybil, people,
Form: Sijo