sometimes it weighs me down
as if existence wishes me spent
useless and no longer essential
you walk through the door
and i have every reason
why my existence is animated
those dark eyes that hold another universe
who invite in every constellation i am
every time i think of you
i am atlas shrugged
in your given hand, the strength
a magnetism strengthening my iron core
a calm hysteria enveloped in a devoted plasma
where doves flock with eagles
the skies above Eden alive again
an existence beyond ever denying
love has humbled me
the knight upon one knee
the deepest of respect, loyalty
where my lips never consume enough
of the anatomy you are
where water spouts appear
fated to perish in the calm seas
of those dark eyes you wear
the other universe where i found
the heaven you are
Oregon 9/21/26
I wish to thank fellow poet Nine Dragons whose poem My Faerie Queen, Pt1 inspired the lines on the kneeling knight.
Darkness falls and veils the land,
draping the mountains in a velvet cloth,
creeping as the tide along shoreline sand,
this darkness black, by the night is brought.
Nothing can withstand it, but falls before,
nothing can fight it's vicious onslaught,
forcing itself upon one, into the heart does it bore,
this darkness black, by the night brought.
Trapping and snaring in its perfection,
its beauty and glory by one sought,
who strives for purity, without direction,
this darkness black, by the night brought.
One cannot resist it, it's enticing onslaught,
this darkness black, by the night brought.
—The Blade of Grass—
I sought no empyrean throne beyond the wheeling blue,
But found one adamantine dewdrop trembling in the grass.
It did not scintillate.
It beheld me.
Then every pinion became articulate flame;
The raven's augury, the blackbird's argent hymn,
Were borne upon one unoriginate Breath I could not name.
I watched the lion heave the primordial wind,
The lamb receive its inviolate ordinance.
Neither litigated Eternity.
Rain descended remembering firmament.
The brook relinquished its mountain,
Yet bore its genesis.
Then desolation entered.
No seraph sundered the stillness.
One mortal hand entered mine.
Its benignity outshone
The constellated treasury of heaven.
That night the firmament exhaled one eternal Breath.
The stars did not descend.
The earth ascended.
The adamantine dewdrop withdrew from the blade of grass.
Since then—
Wherever aught lives—
Or abides—
I have never again encountered a universe bereft of God.
From riven ways and lent-for heaven’s vault
we clime on breath enwrit with slender ink,
each word a sworn avouchment ’gainst the dark,
each line a stout denial unto Lethe.
Hands erst in thrall do now the aether shape
with sigils forged of cinder, ash, and balm;
the orphan’s moan, the widow’s fervent cry,
lie twinn’d upon one consecrated leaf.
No tongue herein is beggared or despised—
the hush’d confession, clamant plea alike;
the scripture born of weal and wounded flesh
doth pace as peers in kingly even-stead.
We sing of marches loos’d from iron will,
of Right relearning how to quicken fair;
for Peace is not engender’d out of hush,
but sired by heedful ear to elder griefs.
This labour is no idle courtly sport,
nor dalliance of metre, wit, and breath—
it is a synod call’d by mortal hope,
where Mercy mounts the throne of trembling Fear.
Here, in these staves, the world recalls itself:
that Freedom waketh when all tales are weigh’d,
and Concord draweth first untroubled breath
when every soul long mute is bid to sing.
Huddled poor the masses, did you say, not I.
Whirlpools hide the dragon and it's eye.
Needles would I thread upon one point.
Before the Gavel falls, I'd hear your allocution.
While one was never made, ambition grew.
Each priest before his god, one never stood.
Here a rose and there it's bud, yet beauty paused.
Lillie's look caused her to Donn a rustic mask.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
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Just a few months ago golden grasses waved in the stronger breeze of late summer, a preview of the winds to come. The clover and alfalfa were beginning to bloom, sending a heady scent over the nearby country road and our tiny subdivision just beyond the ridge.
But then the grass became hay--golden and dry--and the strands stirring only when a strong gust accelerated over the newly sawn fields. The baler came and formed the crop into a hundred hay bales or more. Now I gaze across the fields and imagine myself climbing over the five-bar gate and sitting upon one of the bales remembering the last of the summer rays. (Yes, already missing summer)
sun-bleached sentinels
grass sweat trapped in golden coils
memory's dry scent
WISHING ON A STAR
It is so dark outside,
There is not much light,
Nothing is too bright,
When it’s night,
Except when I open the
Curtains to peep from inside.
I then see the moon,
And a cross kind of face,
I long to see it round,
But soon
It will look thin,
And the moon makes no sound.
And way up high,
In that dark sky,
I see sparkling stars,
That mummy says,
If there are people on mars,
They see them too,
I wish I could meet one or two,
People from mars I mean,
Not the stars.
And my dad has shown me
The Milky Way
How exciting to see
And know what is out
There in the dark,
It’s almost like walking
With mum and dad
In our nearby park.
So I have decided to
Ask mummy to keep my
Curtains open,
So, I can see the moon,
And when there is a boy,
Who sits on the moon,
Which looks like a spoon,
Fishing,
I will be wishing
Upon one of the bright stars,
That one day we will meet,
Oh golly gee,
Won’t that be a treat.
One before the why
Neutrinos dance, the tenet
Encoded gem I
Hopi hydrogen
Unified twins, Gemini
Numbers, count by staff
Divided even
Release the energy chi
Equal scales by 2
Decide upon one
Y photon will equal c
Energy Ion
Arc flight of eagle
Ram or goat the choice be I
S- Martics be arc
Oscillate on thoughts
Fermions amount to sum
Quantum quarks made you
Unified field net
Alpha the numeric n
N number alpha
Tau weight equals au be you
Unit be star Q
Mass measured by staff
Set started on go
Catapult be to the stars
Independent Star
Electrons are a
New negative light of one
Cascade reason why
Elect charm at end
2 by way of the release
Infinity roar
Now finite beyond
For I am born one with sun
It’s all inside you
None but bold be the one Thoth
Inside the fire be one
Together be the ocean
Yet the ocean be drop too
By Steven Willis Henderson
6/23/25
I remember that day so long ago
when my family all went to the local store
and I discovered the traveling art show
paintings had they on every wall
price so low that even I could buy
and I did wandering gaze upon them
but until I did come upon one
a scene portrayed that I have not forgot
a violent storm crashing upon
a stone dock from city ancient
banners torn within the wind
tatters only did there remain
hung up on upon pillars strong
standing forth in the pouring rain
lightning flashed within the storm
waves rose so high then fell upon
docks were which no ship was tied
there so lonely with in the storm
and a price I could afford
and I wanted it to buy
but my mother would hear it not
and in her house it would not hung
many years now have I sought
never again for me to see
always searching for the painting lost
when we lay our eyes
upon one another's
does my gaze cast the sliver of suspicion
that colors my every thought of you?
knock knock - hear the echo?
as ever the great pretender
I prefer to live in fantasy
playing with pain
because I know
the way this could hurt
couldn't hurt and
the way this could please
could be fun and
falling in and
falling out and
familiar feelings
are only ever just an echo -
might as well play
it couldn't hurt
it couldn't hurt
It is dark down here
And the shrew hairs
Look like a clown queen
Curled round the edges of the thighs
It is night down here
They've lost their sights
And stumble upon one another
In a fight to enjoy the nookie of man
It is dark down here
Nigh, the day is about to break
To see the results of untamed hairs
In the dark they triumph
But in light, they are abashed of their act.
Impel discourse upon one and another,
the unseen veracity of ennui and weariness causes me to covertly smother. Appreciation and fascination moderately transpire,
humanity led solicitous to retire.
A bond have infrequently on any account been achieved,
unassertive alongside what intend to be believed.
Loneliness forge such enchantment
conflicted with despondency.
The stench of puerile self-aggrandizement wafts through the air, a noxious cloud of platitudes and pomp, as the pusillanimous pustules of pseudo-intellectualism congregate to lavish accolades upon one another. How... amusing. The notion that these self-absorbed aesthetes, ye armchair sybarites, consider themselves arbiters of taste and talent, is nothing short of grotesque. And yet, here it persists, leeches on the cadavers of real artistry, perpetuating a vicious cycle of backslapping mediocrity, as they vomit forth oozing saccharine, cliche-ridden tripe, and elevate it to the status of holy scripture. Quaint indeed. The stench of their ignominy is almost... palpable.
How does it feel to know that playing by the rules was your downfall, I said I would be the last poetess standing because I can do: abattoir hymns of crimson vortices shredding the children to rain sanguinary as viscera chunks hail from above. Sorry ai can’t touch me, it would freak out to even read that. I may not have won many contests, but oops. Hehe.
Every poem I read these days
Be it love or pain, long or a short one
Leaves me numbly amazed
By how poets use the robot hand.
When praised, filled their hearts with pride
For an expensive tour on a free ride
Boastfully and arrogantly they will say
They frame the words and lines their way.
I stumbled upon one just the other day
Forced rhymes and commas in disarray.
Blind to the misstep, pride led him astray
In the summer rain, his thoughts did sway.
Every poem I read these days
Just reminds me celebrating a grade one cheat
Like winter's brilliant moon rays
Glitters at the dark of the night.
A picnic basket I will bring
Inside will be most everything
I know you like, and also more
I'll pick to try from favorite store
A picnic blanket where we'll sit
The grass so green, your hair sunlit
I'll lay straight back upon one arm
And take you in, all of your charm
The attributes that you imbue
They turn me upside down, it's true
I'm not a silly goose you see
It's really your effect on me
The afternoon, a lazy day
Spent just with you, no work, all play
And it will still get better yet
It won't be long until sunset
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