2017 Poetry Form Challenge
According to Lewis Turco's "Book of Forms", the Decastich is any whole poem of 10 lines.
There is no reference to meter or rhyme pattern and I would have thought because of its flexibility it would have
encouraged experimentation of ideas. During further research into this form it was found that there was a plethora
of variations to 10 line form. If Turco is to be taken literally this then means that the Decastich is 10 lines of
free verse (Verse libre).
Here is a lovely example of the form:
The Latest in Ooh La La
Oh, golden lady you sit so lovely
draped in a loose robe, swathed in the copper
like light of the western sun, and I can
almost smell the fragrance of the perfume
this glossy magazine is purporting
as being a sure fire way to attract
the handsome fellow on the opposite
page as he is drinking his ever so
smooth brandy, looking into the distance
as if it holds an image of angels.
Decastich Challenge Replies
- Maryse Achong
- Termination of Tecia
- Wind Secrets
- Terry Clitheroe
- Bad Love
- Heart Fruit
- Sounds of Rain
- The Toybox
- Unguarded Moments
- Vampire Moon
- Zen Conversation
- Divena Collins
- Dreams of Love
- Love Hurts
- My Faerie Name
- Eyes Of A Wolf
- Waltz of the Flowers
- Jem Farmer
- Bottled Tans
- Daffydilly Fae
- Pagan Dawn
- Silk and Lace
- What is Love
- Where Did She Go
- John Gmist
- Madhouse Blues
- Bruce Henderson
- Lori Martin
- Gaia's Fury
- Six AM
- Ryter Roethicle
- Before she fully wakes
- Bvd of Broken Dreams
- Faeries in my garden
- Not Any Rose
- Question of Morality
- Richard III
- Rules of Love
- Sombre Lady
- Summer Storms
- Leny Roovers
- Summer Love
- Lorainne Stark
- Beauty in Silence
- Nia Wynne
- Five Minutes
- Good Feelings Found
- Hex Goblinweb
- Higher Dimension
- Mystic Suns
- Some People
- Nia & Ryter
- Intensity - Intensified
I dreamt of you the other night
It brought back so many memories
Some wonderful, some sad, all cherished.
Now my days are filled with thoughts of you.
The choices we made then I questioned
For a long time… not any more;
We all have paths to walk
And walk them we must, willingly or otherwise.
I dreamt of you the other night
And wonder if you still dream of me.
The Termination of Tecia
Just ten years old, a little innocent
Sent by her mother to a nearby shop
To buy 'something;' she never made it back.
They found her body yesterday,
Stuck in a hole under somebody's house.
The autopsy results 'death by manual strangulation.
More will be known by Monday.
Meanwhile five men have been held for questioning.
My heart bleeds for you Tecia…
Rest with the angels little one.
The wind whispers secrets to me and sometimes
I swear I can understand what he is saying.
On occasion he utters sweet nothings that warm my heart,
But just as easily he can disturb with strident tones.
At other times, though I strain to hear
I can only feel his presence.
The wind sings songs to me that linger in my mind,
Long after he has gone away.
The sounds and the music of every living creature
Are borne on the wind, as he blows here and there.
back to list
Bad love is like stale bred
Nothing is likely to rise from it
Its crumbs fit only to feed the useless
Too lazy or too spoiled to search for food.
The yeast having risen once already
Cannot change its state and swell again.
Bad love tastes like a leaden boot
Tainted with the shame of deception,
And the putrid stench of a week old sock
Until in decomposing it strangles the heart
There's a change in the weather
That's not even gradual any longer,
Instead the finality of an arrival
Like the stone dry of winter grass
Thick stalks and leathery husks
Flying like an old woman's hair
The South-East Antarctic wind
Gusting white Cirrus clouds
Instead of rain laden Cumulus
Clacking a sombre greeting song.
Dreamtime - Jimmy Blackpellas Lament
White pella, im come in big canoe
kick us way from water
take from us our sacred sites
send us in to neber neber
Den dem mishun pella come
im say our ways are wrong
cover up our nekid bodies
mek us sing his jesus song
Im tell us more bout jesus
teach us how to steal.
He takes away our wimmin
and makes them coff and ill.
We are not to worship mother earth
worship grog instead
lock us in a stinking cell
in de morning find us dead
Den dem pommie pella come
to test his atom bomb
now if we go walkabout
we dont last very long
Now anuder pella come in here
and steals more of our sacred lands
im pella dont want lib with us
just take what comes from mines
Then sends it away in big canoe
but I dont unnerstan
it makes im rich makes us poor
cause webe lost our land.
Now whitey is listening wat we say
we got puters an tell world wot you do!
Words fly by me like night and day
Fleeting thoughts that are ungraspable
Circling like irritating buzzing bugs
That are sent to annoy not stimulate.
I change to a more conducive music
And pour a drink of rich red port.
My mind still whirrs with thought
But my body is much more relaxed
My fingers still stay still at the keys
But after another wine, who cares.
My fantasies of you
go beyond the realm of dreams.
You have awakened my soul
and when I close my eyes
I can imagine how you feel
and how you taste when I kiss you.
Desire for your kisses sets my soul on fire
with passion licking at the flames.
You have become the food of love
the fruit of my heart.
Two lovers watch the moon rising outside
and speak about its phases and of love
whilst music plays softly in the background.
There is a cessation in talk for a while
as other things become more important
and the music plays on in repeat.
Stars have now filled the night sky
and the smiling moon has moved on
sure now that her message has been told,
and they know they are each other's moon and stars.
Read your book of life to me,
Your words, bring out my tears,
And your thoughts provoke me,
Or bring out madness and laughter...
I want you to move me again and again.
I want to read the words you say
Until finally I am overwhelmed
By all the senses you have provoked
And in my post -coital mindless state
I hear the peace....
Blindness has made me look into myself.
Janice Taylor, Para-Olympian
We are all reflections of each other,
And are unique yet something extra.
Some images of Father, some of Mother
To find ourselves we must explore.
Oftimes we think we know each other
Because we think we know ourselves.
With friendship like brother or sister
Layered in types like books on a shelf.
Others wish they could be who we are,
But in reality we are very much the same.
Sound of Rain
Have you heard the sound of the rain?
I mean really heard the primitive sound it makes
or felt it, as it beats against your naked skin,
and let its emotions consume you.
Have you felt it's warm, softness caress you
quenching thirst, yet thirsting for more
you surrender and become yourself
discovering how thin the veneer really is.
Feel how sensuous everything becomes
Why not surrender? Surrender now!
As it was when I was a boy,
I would talk to Pooh and all my friends
And I would get lost in my dreams.
I suppose I should know better by now,
Because now when I get my toys out,
I'll look up, and see you standing there
With a small smile on your lips
Always on your way to somewhere else
"Bye now," you'll say, "play nice".
There was a time after you were my playmate.
Unguarded moments take me back
To other days perhaps only as happy
As today or even perhaps tomorrow.
In unguarded moments I lose control
Desiring what I can only hope to be
With heady days and loving nights.
In unguarded moments I smile again
And see you stood before me smiling
Arms outstretched and welcoming me
To what can only be a time of bliss.
Mine is not to pursue, nor is it to entice,
But realise a realm exists not of man
Where life is not measured in your way
And drinking human blood is enough.
Hear the subtle beat of leathered wings
And see the silhouette against the light.
Too late, you have ventured at this time
For up here I can see what misery it brings.
Looking down after I see an empty shell
One more soul is added to Hells ranks.
Tourists and hopefuls toss coins into pools
mostly hoping and wishing for too much.
Dreams always excelling in pecuniary wishes
and never realised love affairs with imperfect strangers.
My dreams have been dashed too many times,
so why should I waste a silly coin on idle dreams again?
Then I realise that was the past and things have changed
And perspective takes its place.
One always wishes too much,
forgetting that only heartfelt wishes come true.
The dark abyss of a soul is not empty
Just undiscovered waiting through eons
For the hidden secrets waiting therein
That are to be found by searching minds
Looking with eyes that see in the dark
Listening with ears that hear in the silence
Using senses that know everything is nothing.
As though we stood at the edge of the ocean
Questioning whether to wade into the water
But afraid that there may be sharks.
back to list
Dreams Of Love
I stand on a rocky cliff top
where the salt winds blow my hair,
looking down at the ocean below,
and dreaming, dreams of you,
far across the vast briny ocean,
in a land that`s so far away,
my lover was there on the shore,
dreaming of dreams, the same,
we would gaze, at each others eyes,
but the salt sea was in between.
One day he may build a ship
to sail the great ocean wide,
until that day, I stand and wait,
on the cliffs above the waves,
until I see his ship in view,
from this land so far away,
that he may take me by the hand,
and promise sweet love divine,
to sail across the wide expanse
with I, enclosed, in his arms.
Love hurts, when passion turn`s to scorn,
when love so sweet, comes to an end,
what once was beautiful, is now a mess
all that is left, are two broken hearts,
the stars once shone, in both our eyes,
now tears from clouds, filled with sorrow,
when it`s time for love to fade away,
and wither, with autumnal leaves,
we ask, what in our world went wrong,
and why does loving, hurt so much,
My Faerie Name
My faerie name is Oak Ice Glitter,
with icy blue butterfly wings,
adorned with leaves, and berries,
I dwell in the greenwood forest,
among oaken, and chestnut trees,
I`m the rarest, of all of the faeries,
except upon a darkened night,
by a shimmering blaze, In the sky
`neath the light of a shooting star
there only, shall l be found.
Through The Eyes Of A Wolf
How knowingly. you walked towards me,
gazing at me, with those beautiful amber eyes,
you sensed the love and respect,
which will always remain inside me,
there was no fear whatsoever between us,
for you came to me willingly,
allowing me to caress your thick soft coat,
when we walked together, I felt complete
as if spiritually it was meant to be
you knew I cared for your existance.
I am only ashamed, I am part of a race
which eradicated your forefathers,
For I can only see, a beautiful social animal
to nurture cubs, with no hindrance from mankind
I came to you, you captured my heart,
am eternally grateful for the spiritual feeling
you have stirred, in the very depth of my soul,
and I will forever, treasure that privilege,
to have walked amongst your pack, and heard,
your wonderful wolf song, on my departure.
The Waltz Of The Flowers
Tchaikovsky`s music drifts thro` the glade,
when the orchestra, strikes up, soft notes,
Faeries awaken, and stretch their wings,
for the ballet, of the flowers waltz,
poppies sway, to the sweet refrain,
as they weave, in and out, of the ferns,
rose petals float, in a gentle breeze,
releasing sweet scent, to the ground,
while daisies, and buttercups take a bow,
and the waltz of the flowers begins.
Round and round the faeries pirouette
within their sacred faerie ring,
magical chants of sweet faerie lore
as they waltz in a beautiful trance,
to a choral descant, of birds sweet song,
and the whispering leaves on the bower,
droplets of dew, and the hum of the bees,
with the sun peeping through the clouds,
as the orchestra takes it`s final bow,
and the waltz of the flowers descend.
I hear them in the darkest hour,
when I am tucked up in my bed.
sweetest whispers of love divine.
that delight my awaiting ears,
I would, for him to come to me,
and arouse my aching needs,
our bodies spread upon the bed,
how his arms reach out for me,
to be my lover one more time,
before we, to surrender, and sleep.
Come thee, my love, unto thy dreams,
in a fantasy of loving desires,
there entwined in a sensual dance,
of loves sweet harmony, together
gentle fingers, now only caressing,
the furnace, has now extinguished
of flames that burned with desire,
flickered, and danced, in the night,
now spent of vigour and passion,
soft whispers, are all that is left.
back to list
Accepting truth to the heart,
Causes heartache's crystal tears,
Crying tears to reach realness,
Embrace reality's hand,
Portent hands verity's dream,
Tender dreams we oft forget,
As forgotten moments fade,
Nerves fade when confidence grows,
Courting growth within the soul,
Easing the soul's acceptance.
have no victory
someone out there
L'Oreal tans concealing furies.
unwed lips meet
to pay the rent.
My darling of Spring,
blackbird calls to the starling
on pastel boughs laden with blossom.
and they sing of my Daffydilly,
as she dances in the wind,
her trumpet calls across countryside,
orchards her pink chorus,
children are singing,
of my Daffydilly
Spring fae in her golden gown.
The sun bids farewell from the horizon
to the silver specks left in the sky
as dawn makes the first glimpses from the clouds,
awaking the sleeping jewels of dew-kissed Earth.
As beams of morning light shimmer,
petals lift their faces to greet the day,
gentle breezes of ambrosia
give life to the emerald leaves,
reflecting the Goddess of Life
as we sing 'Blessed Be'
Sacrifice of sanity for art's dream,
creative talent gave me liberty,
they didn't hear you, brother
blazing images that inspire our kind,
in a world with no beauty
where anger rules the streets of shame,
imprisoned imagination in social jails
praise given to empty mindless thoughts
madness comes as mercy, when
freedom is found in a painting.
Ramblings of a Manic Depressive
Another sunrise, another day,
close my eyes to the burning light,
turn to the wall and scream.
A bedroom without windows,
worlds without sun,
no time bomb that steals,
safety in the night skies.
I stare at my wrist,
scar tissue still shines,
another time, another blade.
A line of white
embedded tip defined,
crimson splatters shattered dreams.
that conceals thought
my only friend.
release from this pain
excited heart beat fades --
stained white sheets
shrouds of farewell.
sinking into the mattress
steeped in red.
to reach for a knife.
Tip tapping his fingers
words on screen
phrases of make believe
Tap tipping my keys
plot lines emerging
mystery and romance
Tap Tip Tap
edit and print.
Silk and Lace
There is a place where I go,
follow the stream of dreams,
until I see their wings of silk and lace.
A perfumed breeze
where the small folk play
amid the flowers and sunbeams
dancing round on tippety toes
to merry songs of fae
and dew captured in acorn cups
the wine of magic realms.
What is Love
What did love have to do with this,
sex was the key to ambition,
the price I had to pay,
principles and morality mean nothing
when opportunity calls,
should I feel guilt between her thighs,
when whispered false promises sate her need.
my lies give her what she wants,
so I sold out for glory,
a cyprian path to fame.
Where Did She Go
Some days I think love will make everything
seem like I'm floating on violet clouds to see
the girl with the sweetest smile sitting upon
the rose briar swing where we used to dally.
Then I recall she does not love me and cry,
clouds turn to bittersweet mists of memory,
faded linens tattered by the winds of time,
the echos of laughter are now a lament,
as I sit on the swing, a haggard shadow,
and wonder where the girl I was then has gone.
To walk, your hand in mine, along the lane,
your strength embracing mine as autumn falls,
and sharing dreams before the winter's chill,
as aching hearts reveal the pain has gone,
finally free to love with passion's flame.
To whisper secret nothings in your ear,
inhaling scent from your carefree perfume,
and kiss your lips in sweetest liberty.
To bring your morning coffee, see you smile,
it's simply this, baby, I love you.
back to list
Symbiosis of love and madness
Interned among chattering sandpipers
On a beach where emotional surf
Washes each sudsy minute
Over souls who got burned
By suncicled rays of rancor
Bathers fooled by the cool sea breeze
Turn red from a lunatic love
In the eye of the sun
Where gold melts into rivers of tears
back to list
A thought once popped into my head
and loitered for awhile.
It must have come in through an ear
whilst I was otherwise engaged by tongues.
It liked the look of its new home
and stayed around to decorate.
It lit a candle for itself
and sang a hymn to its significance.
It dressed itself with my discarded clothes
and stole my name away.
back to list
Forests felled for progress
Oceans and skies choked with its effluence
Can no one hear Gaia’s enraged screams
in the winds of the Cat 4 hurricane?
Or see her anger scratched into drought-cracked soil?
We sleep while her tears flood the valleys,
her oceans heave, the earth quakes
and her fury erupts in blistering flames.
Ecologically illiterate, we ignore her signs
as we serenely stroll towards our reckoning.
Burrowed beneath rumpled bedclothes,
alarm chirps merry six;
Eyes squeezed shut against daily tears of dread,
hand reaches out and thumps intruder of dreams:
fresh snow sparkles blue
technicolor sun pulses joy
lovers frolic - alive happy free.
Silently begging for ten minutes more (PLEASE);
Failure to recapture springs tears free.
As I stumble to the toilet, I wonder why I am.
back to list
Notes lightly dancing on the breeze
Vibrating, rendering tender tympani
A tremulous feelings of awakening
From a self imposed slumber.
Flowing softly from down below
Moving slowly upwards
Softly tracing through the nape
And through white silky hair.
Warming, caressing dermis
That are accustomed to a gentle touch.
Before she fully wakes
The morning light plays gently
on her sleeping form
and the morning sun's golden rays
feel graced because of her presence
the warmth of suns embrace
caresses her in those early hours
the sound of the dawn chorus
is heralding her and her alone
with a smile and a stretch
she embraces the morn
Every curve of her body
is illuminated in the soft glow,
and her hair casts dark shadowy ripples
as it cascades down onto her pillow
her glistening moist red lips
are contently closed but smiling
she looks so peaceful and beautiful
I can only look upon this wonderful sight
because to disturb it would be unthinkable.
Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Before we met
I fell in love,
and gave my heart and soul
to one promising to be true
and to her alone.
Not knowing or caring
what fate had in store,
I love her still
and I always will.
but she has gone now.
We shared so much,
and loved so well,
then fate led me to hell
when she left me……. alone.
Forever cognisant of the past,
the time has come to move on,
those memories will last forever.
finally with someone else
I'll sing my new song as I leave
the Boulevard of Broken dreams.
Take my hand and travel with me
on this journey through life
I would choose you as my companion
above all others and share my way with you
friends may become lovers in this caravan
casting our seeds as we go
who knows what will happen with time
but in sharing we will double our joy
and halve our pain along the way
please take my hand and share our journey.
I saw in her the sadness of eternal love denied
and in newly loving her, what would be my prize
she claimed all was lost,
but in loving had grown more than she dared to be
and far greater than I had dared to wish
in itself was a worthy gift for anyone
her eyes flashed in acclimation of that love
and her smile promised so much more
of promises she was now prepared to make
of what we wished of our life together
Faeries in my garden
There are mushrooms
at the bottom of my garden
each one has a faerie sat on it
some are tall, some are short
some merely a speck of light
some radiate a kind of special warmth
and some can only cause fright.
it's their monthly meet
it's the full moon
it's the time humans should be wary.
The subject is humans
are they a pest and should they go
they worship power
they worship wealth
but nature and magic they ignore
they cut down trees, they don't replace
and rip away Earths very soul
some men get rich beyond all dreams
yet most given, would do the same
should magic be used to stop this sin
The vote is even,
mankind is saved
but only for one year
chop down one wrong tree
eliminate one more animal breed
the faeries at the bottom of the garden
might walk up and knock on the door
and ask specific questions
and I hope your answers will be right
cause if they're not you'll be in the ……
Not Any Rose
A single red rose reflects my love of you
need say no more:
except it speaks solely of my love
the rose symbolises my heart
and the colour, speaks of the blood that flows
from that heart with each pulse.
a pulse that has been created by your love
and will continue to beat forever
until finally the ones that love you
are unable to love you any more
Question of Morality
I will whore myself for fame and fortune
I am not ashamed
a whore is just a person
who sells themselves for gain
but instead of mind a muscle
not the muscles of the arms and legs
it is the genitals that are the muscle
and the mind also be involved
am I any different than a lawyer
or in reality any worse?
Read your book of life to me,
your words, bring out my tears,
and your thoughts provoke me,
or bring out madness and laughter...
I want you to move me again and again.
I want to read the words you say
until finally I am overwhelmed
by all the senses you have provoked
and in my post-coital mindless state
I hear the peace....
Tis a mystery of grasping men,
of missing children and stolen crowns
and an alleged desire for fame.
How, blackened has your name become
by the ink of Shakespeare's pen,
a man all once called merciful
became evil in a form, deformed and lame.
After men are murdered for their thrones,
their good oft lies interred with their bones
but history is recorded by the victor.
Rules of Love
Love thrives after twilight
but in the light of day
maintains a sober composure
or so they say.
Who has not found love
at break of day
or frolicked like a fawn
in the afternoon
Who says that love rules by a clock
or by light or darkness?
There are no rules with love
except love itself
Passion is not love,
yet what good is love without passion
Love is desire, and need, and want
but what lover does not desire
and need the closeness of arms
wrapped around each other
and want the ultimate silence
and peace that comes from love.
Staring at the drizzling rain
In a semi-conscious stupor
Her misty blue eyes, dry
Once filled with teardrops
She had watched them fall
Like the raindrops dripping
Gravely from gutters
In a pitter-patter pattern on the floor
But these were bitter memories.
Sitting almost naked
On the cold cordwood floor
Futility of hope long abandoned
Dry silent sobbing
Betraying red eyed torment.
The tumultuous circle
Several shivering shrinking
Shrieking sobbing serenades
Angst amidst anguish
Of this severe affliction.
When attempting to forget,
Nothing soothes pain
And it's persistent personality
The only implication
Incapable of moving on
Unwilling makes unable
To simply find another.
Other fish in other pools
Are not wanted …….Yet
The process of healing
Stuck in this wet, muddy rut
Wanting to move in time
Perhaps possibly possible
Winding roads of life
Once seeming impassable
Diverged from misty woods
Now wanting to move
Still capable of careful reference
Needing emotion, love?
Is that so strange?
Now, reminiscent of sadness
Watching the rain fall again,
With misted eyes
And whispered breath
She simply sighs…
Storms in the distance
black clouds slowly drifting closer
galleons composed of mist on blue
for all the world like a heavenly armada
I see occasional white flashes
and hear heavy pounding cannon.
heading to destinations unknown,
in their passing the air is cool and pleasant
bringing a deep breath of peace
relaxing my mind and calming my tired soul.
back to list
In early summer's passionate arms,
my garden shows her luscious charms;
trees bearing blooms, bow low- sigh alarms.
Thousands of leaves are moved by wind's breath,
as blossoms are blown, disperse in death.
Wherever I look, green's profusion
hides the shyness of spring's allusion-
shooting weeds become an intrusion.
I'm trying in vain to keep ahead,
my work's cut out, till summer has fled.
Surrendering into your warm embrace,
I lift my head and know you'll kiss my face.
With eyes now closed, sweat trickles from my brow,
you pleasure me, as only you know how;
all thoughts dissolve, breath quickens into sighs-
I feel your heat as moisture drips from thighs.
A soft cool breeze brings whispers from high trees,
your touch plays on my skin in tender tease.
When next door's brood starts shouting, dreams are gone,
I toast you with cold water, lover Sun!
back to list
Beauty in Silence
If I were stranded on an island’s shore
Without one sign of civilization
I wouldn’t be happy but I’d survive
Intact like me paper, pens strewned in sand
Must be a reason they and I made it
I’m surrounded by beauty and silence
Obviously no one’s here to listen
I purge what’s within and let it escape
Write everything I’ve kept filed in my heart
Wrap it in palm leaves to you with the tide
The table was full of dirty dishes
Suddenly this irresistible urge
To make love right now this very minute
Took over all my senses my being
Aggressively I undressed this stranger
Our bodies filled with incredible lust
After wards I felt very satisfied
Until I noticed the spaghetti pot
Reality like a permanent stain
For a moment I'd escaped in pleasure.
Last night they arrived right on time
Without publicity without one cue
Tiny lights seemed to dance between trees
It made me smile, it made me remember
When I was young and filled mason jars full
Trying to run faster than ever
To be the first to capture summer's gift
No choreography set to music
Could equal this unwritten script
Free to those who care to watch fireflies.
If I ever wandered away
Would you count the minutes, hours
Pray for my return with each tear
Promise me everything will change
No more secrets,no more riddles
Pure love is all that I request
I need to know this before I return
For I did not know how to come home
Till the hurt was buried in the past
Then I listened to my heart lead the way.
back to list
It only takes five minutes to make a bed,
But once made it can take forever to undo.
So be careful who and what you make of it,
For it can be the rainbows end
Or midnights dark eternal night.
If stars refuse to gather there
Beware that you don't fall into the abyss.
Do gather rare fine linens of softest silk
And passions of purest rose petal scent,
Then and only then shall your life be well content.
Good Feelings Found
Coffee is a poor replacement
For the rush of an intimate touch.
A dropped line is worse than day old bread,
No more fun than winter sun in your eyes.
A prayer offered at loves tender feet
Leaves a better feelings than Cold Duck
In the Antarctic on a Spring day.
Walking along the beach alone
Is almost as good as a kiss
Stolen by the one you love most.
When by dawns break you see her,
Wings green fluttering about hedgerows,
Black feathers glistened with early dew,
The trace of her passing being
A dropped rose petal beside the oak
Or it's scent amongst the weeds.
Leave this fae a saucer of honey'd milk
Or a few crumbs off a burnt toast,
Then she'll bless you forever with abundance
And a life filled by both black and white.
Of the eros that we feel
Of the love found at the falls
Feel released into an inner dimension
Fallen from the clouds rains of despair
For want of higher being
For need of soft satin on skin
Of just another long moment of touch
Feelings to add to those already had
For the sake of beauty in higher regard
A higher dimension to the stolen silk of passions.
Mystic Suns (Quote Acrostic)
"My candle burns at both ends; It will not last.."
Edna St. Vincent Millay
Mystic Sun had come from nebula of
Cone, radiating red on
Black, forming more suns
About the endless universe.
Behold Capricornus and Capella
Evoking seasons of dreams
In mind, where imagining takes
Wings to distant galaxial springs,
New and old coming together
Laughing in the joys of life and death.
Users of all kinds
Want whatever they want
To be their god of life,
Or perhaps just a momentary
Pleasure, sure to be a treasure.
Though some would just take
And never give in return,
Burn your candle two ends
Leaving nothing but pain and sorrow.
Others seem to give, yet sanity be their price
back to list
Nia & Ryter
Waves of emotion washing over my shores
caused by fantasies flowing through my mind
outpourings from my soul like soothing water
make me slip into pools of memories of you.
watching your eyes dancing in my memories
as drops of fresh love sparkle from your body
your look commands such a capturing gaze
that floods my existence with its loving glow
my aching being calling out for your touch
and its ripples echo the intensity between us.
Turbulent feelings on riparian banks
caught in a moment of imagining us,
brought together in soulful songs
hummed on wings we've flown with in thoughts,
now a smile crosses the desert like a flood
of memory at the way you draw me in
closer than silk on my love sparkled skin,
my needing heart beating in time with yours.
my riproaring sighs escape as the tides
yearning swell intensify inside us.
back to list