Bygone and Begotten
You sauntered back
into this forlorn
with tersely steps
inveigling the phantoms
that wandered the walls
of these stygian isle
And everything leads back
into the narrow sky
where your stoned fist
pierced for amends
and the silver thread
where you staggered once
profusely bled
While the inebriated moon
danced in a field of graves
its umbra zithered
the wary ocean to salute
the midnight toast you raised
beleaguering the asylum
of yesterday's
bygone and begotten,
Caught in the vortex
where you daggers
interpolated and connived
And with all these peril
chiding the shapeless air
a silent figure stood
in the threshold of the moon
and suddenly
there were no reasons -
like a sullen
mortality,
to be afraid
Sloshing through the farce
and the limbo of flustered days
my tongue pivots through
to the gelid taste of the past
whetting the hungry flame
like a saint inside a den
of savageness and ferocity -
A candle steadfast its flame
in the insulated conundrum
and with every escalation
its sublime perspiration
perished and thawed
to clog the sky
where the spigot of regret
flourishes to die
poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Related quotes
The Sun, The Moon And Stars
Ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-oh-ooh {2x}
It's late and i'm running out of clever things 2 say
The kind that will bring a girl like u 2 tears
There's only one more glass of this ros
Let's throw it on the fire with our past
And dance the night away until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
It's late and i think it's about time 4 u and me 2 get closer...
2 get closer than we ever did before (ooh)
Whenever there's a tide u can let it ride inside your interior
Lay back, relax upon my shore (ooh)
Ooh-ooh baby, i wanna make love 2 u right here
One inside the other one - no fear, we're here until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
Blow out this candle sunlight
And come lay down next 2 me
And paint another rainbow - ooh-wee (ooh-wee)
Eclipse this light with extasy
[...]
Come on, come on
Let's lay down
I'm walking out of what to say
That kind of lucky rhyme
Make a chippy wanna say:
whisper in the belly
2 me rocking ros?
Do u like i do
Come on and dance the night away
Let's lay before they get to close the door
U and me, we got 2 get down on the floor
Come on, let the tide ride in and off the shore
I wanna love u once again - and then some more
Lay your head back i got my hand behind your head
Like u do the limbo supple on the bouncy bed
Let's bouncing on the summer spring
And when u start 2 fall
U come like a cold winter due in montreal
(come on baby)
(the sun, the moon and stars) - hey-hey, hey-hey
(the tide ride) - hey-hey, hoo-hoo
(the tide ride - hou)
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
The sun, the moon and stars
Don't seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Bestiary Cages
Weary was the divergence of feathers and cries
Shaking the same tree and acquainting with
Different mendacities and atrocities
A fell star stripped its ever gnashing light
To sedulously inveigle the lost and astray
A red chamber left vacant and open
Crumbled with a vile miscalculation
And the forest stared at the battling sky
Its canopies were a parasol, but the weather
Was hoarding beasts from the inside
The night of the hunter sauntered a wintry stride:
The beetle moon remained hard with iridescence
That the metallic armor beholds with imposition,
The filigree of vulturine fowls encircled the vale
Where you slept turgidly like a defenseless child,
The febrile roar that inflames the broad throat
Underneath of the mountain lion's crown dissolved,
A coyote licked the taste of patina in his wound
And cried to amnesia without remorse
The chaise of meandering paws and flapping wings
Interpolated with the blades of grass and seeing pebbles
Disturbing the quietude and rousing the savageness
That slept inside the diamond sharp penetralium
And savageness, and wretchedness, and wicked resolutions
Howl to the starlight's hapless steerage to hearken
The ever sinking whetting of blades and bloodlust
And awaken was the sleeping wrath and defiance
To perish in hungry hands, to grit and be selfish
As the night shook its giddy branches and drop
A dying leaf, a rotting fruit, a lost perchance.
poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Sun Moon & Stars
Ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-ooh, ah-ah-oh-ooh {2x}
Its late and Im running out of clever things 2 say
The kind that will bring a girl like u 2 tears
Theres only one more glass of this ros
Lets throw it on the fire with our past
And dance the night away until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
Its late and I think its about time 4 u and me 2 get closer...
2 get closer than we ever did before (ooh)
Whenever theres a tide u can let it ride inside your interior
Lay back, relax upon my shore (ooh)
Ooh-ooh baby, I wanna make love 2 u right here
One inside the other one - no fear, were here until...
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
Blow out this candle sunlight
And come lay down next 2 me
And paint another rainbow - ooh-wee (ooh-wee)
Eclipse this light with extasy
[...]
Come on, come on
Lets lay down
Im walking out of what to say
That kind of lucky rhyme
Make a chippy wanna say:
whisper in the belly
2 me rocking ros?
Do u like I do
Come on and dance the night away
Lets lay before they get to close the door
U and me, we got 2 get down on the floor
Come on, let the tide ride in and off the shore
I wanna love u once again - and then some more
Lay your head back I got my hand behind your head
Like u do the limbo supple on the bouncy bed
Lets bouncing on the summer spring
And when u start 2 fall
U come like a cold winter due in montreal
(come on baby)
(the sun, the moon and stars) - hey-hey, hey-hey
(the tide ride) - hey-hey, hoo-hoo
(the tide ride - hou)
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
The sun, the moon and stars
Dont seem as far as they did yesterday
The sun, the moon and stars
In love we r - 4ever, always
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Candle Of Hope
In incandescing moods,
we fly on silver wings
around a blue tinted moon
igniting failing stars
with a candle of hope.
Our wings of silver
sparkle in the sun
as we sail in a cosmic smile
looking down on frailing things
touching them with the gentle flame
from our candle of hope.
Rejuvenating all of whom
touch the candle flame,
awakening their inner light
so it will shine bright again.
10 October 2009
poem by David Harris
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Penumbral Grace
partial shadow
between regions of full shadow
(the umbra)
umba! umba! umba!
umba! umba! umba!
and full illumination,
cast by Earth,
the Moon,
during an eclipse.
caramba! caramba! caramba!
caramba! caramba! caramba!
partial lunar eclipse,
a portion of the Moon's disk
remaining within the
penumbra of Earth's shadow
the rest is darkened
by the umbra
grayish outer part
a sunspot.
Compare
umbra! umbra! umbra!
umbra! umbra! umbra!
umbra! umbra! umbra!
umbra! umbra! umbra!
shower me the grace
of your Umbra Oh Lord!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Me And The Moon At Midnight
I awoke at midnight,
and saw the ray of moon,
was touching my forehead,
with its gentle light.
The window was open,
and I stood beside it.
The cool breeze caught
and held my hand,
mesmerized I reached
to the terrace.
The moon at midnight,
and I thus met
face to face....
The trees, the plants
and oh! the houses
around took silver hue.
The stillness, the
melted silver from
the night's one
source inundated the
entire objects to the
loneliness.....
No sound around,
No clamor,
No care,
Only there,
Me and the midnight
Moon to share,
the serenity
of the night,
the borrowed
sunlight...
Me and the....
poem by Nilakshi Das
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
In My Reflection, You Are Not A Stranger
I saw your face
caught in my reflection
bending backwards and
contorting past the
gaping hands of the sun
because another month
was caught suspended
in the silver latticing
of our eternal ties
I saw your hands
pull the bell rope
and rang the alarm
that disturbs the shadows
of the unforgiving unloved
that dislimns the pageantry
of our terse lacings
still gnarled on the blue veins
of my fingers and wrists
snapping without a sound
I saw your cordial smile
in mine, because to hope
is to defy defeat
I washed away the grime
and pierced the veil
of the acquiescent night
mantling my sunken eyes
so I can bemuse myself
with your porcelains
and clatters of your chortles
slithering past my simpers
and grinning crooked teeth
I saw you in my statuesque
and monastic imposition
the bones shivering
cold, bitter and alone
in this September chill
because I want to see you
desperately, because
to be desperate is to love
the consequences of love
And like a feather plummeting
into the moon's parsimonious gravity
blissfully struck by the milky
phosphor of Luna's kiss
I flummoxed down into
the asylum of misery -
a black hole sucking everything
in the chamber of memories
And in this illusion:
you, me; trapped
in a single reflection
I succumb, like how a hand
slips inside a glove and
battle out the shivering
This pictures of hope,
this travesty of coaxing faith
leans on me like a sun
seething on my nape
inveigling the obsidian to repent
and soldering your names
across the lines of my palms
Because in my reflections
we are not strangers
and flustered timetables
flew above serendipity
of what used to be us
on my sanguine reveries.
poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Moon, We Look to You.
Moon, you have a shade of blue tonight –
Is it something that you saw or heard?
Only yesterday, your tone was proud and bright,
Yellow silver, full, and so assured.
Moon, despite the clarity of sky,
Metaphors of cloud that fluff with grey
Drift across your rounded face to spy;
Feeding back, there's awfully much to say.
Moon, you have a role to play up there –
We below must bear the earthly pain.
Duty bound, we shoulder sorrows fair –
You are free from our grotesque disdain.
Moon, we depend on you to shine
When the sun retires down below.
Add to that your grandest role divine:
Tidal Lord, to keep the seas in tow!
Moon, I hope you take to heart our plea –
Needless is the reason for your blue.
Beaming, you should give the night its glee:
We're despairing – so we look to you.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
Moon moon, moon so blue, moon, moon so blue
poem by Mark R Slaughter
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
To Live Or To Rot!
we have crawled back
into our shells,
made primitive by technology,
still drunk with past successes,
we would deny the pain of loss.
conditioned to become nonpeople,
we build divisions and walls...
that in the end become our prison,
and finally our graves.
what are we so afraid of?
does it take being slapped
in the face by devastation?
does it take being hungry
to bring back taste?
the god we've wrapped in moth balls,
deserts us, and well should!
we are flesh and blood,
sweat and excrement...
and dammit, family,
who've become dysfunctional!
we swallowed the lie,
and it consumed us!
we either choose
to live or to rot!
time has betrayed us,
the hammer is raised.
are we only shadows and mists?
or are we hands,
hands made of hearts?
hearts made of flesh,
that smells like god!
a god as real as the human condition!
poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Moon Moon
When Moon Moon says
In case of me
To be a quite poet is possible
In addition, I have to be a cool.
When Moon Moon says
The days have to face
Good ways
To begin its first hour
To get its special power.
When Moon Moon says
I cannot hear anybody’s voice
When Moon Moon says
I can realize my age
To do something better
Not caring any matter.
When Moon Moon says
I can guess
She says something special
Those are needed for all.
When Moon Moon says
I have to face
Some case in any case.
When Moon Moon says
Sometimes, no case can be found
Without she says, like
“Hi! How are you
For the few
With your near dear
Are there any tears in your eyes?
When she says…”
Man can be silent
Ocean can be island
He can be brilliant
Even
You can be toys
When Moon Moon says.
When Moon Moon says
All guys are nice
To play with their lives.
When Moon Moon says
Everything seems to us
Like a touch
Of heart,
And
That is a part
Of our life
To survive.
When Moon Moon says
Man pays attention much
Because, what she says, is a touch.
If Moon Moon doesn’t say anything
Then for her not saying
All will be dying.
When she stops saying
Everything seems to me lying.
When she will say
I may
Wait for her
Than other
For sine-dine
Even until I die.
poem by Manir Hossain
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fist Of Fire (alternate Version)
(Anderson Howe Wakeman Bruford)
Carry forth as a guardian to Kingdom Come
With your daggers of the spirit
Let the dagger run
With the Fist of Fire
Be the master now
As the darkness of ages past
Riches silver and gold
In the liquid see
Cast a net can you catch
So you can't see me
As in death you can climb
Higher thru the sky
Show your wings
Surely you can fly
Fly away past the guardian to Kingdom Come
See the miracle of life
Disappear it's gone
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Keep the fire in your hand
It won't let you drown
As you fly with your wings
Won't come falling down
See the flower of youth
Disappear on high
As you gather your true wings
About to fly
To be ready
To be strong
Make it run
This righteous
This wrong
This right
This love
This is how nature controls
The way of all things
this is how the angels sing
Not afraid
No, not afraid
Not afraid of this or that
Not afraid
Carry forth as a guardian to Kingdom Come
With the ghost
And the spirit
Let the fire run
Thru the darkest age
We can surely fly
Thru the darkest age
With the Fist Of Fire
Thru the darkest age
With the Fist of Fire
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Fist Of Fire (alternate Version)
(Anderson Howe Wakeman Bruford)
Carry forth as a guardian to Kingdom Come
With your daggers of the spirit
Let the dagger run
With the Fist of Fire
Be the master now
As the darkness of ages past
Riches silver and gold
In the liquid see
Cast a net can you catch
So you can't see me
As in death you can climb
Higher thru the sky
Show your wings
Surely you can fly
Fly away past the guardian to Kingdom Come
See the miracle of life
Disappear it's gone
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Keep the fire in your hand
It won't let you drown
As you fly with your wings
Won't come falling down
See the flower of youth
Disappear on high
As you gather your true wings
About to fly
To be ready
To be strong
Make it run
This righteous
This wrong
This right
This love
This is how nature controls
The way of all things
this is how the angels sing
Not afraid
No, not afraid
Not afraid of this or that
Not afraid
Carry forth as a guardian to Kingdom Come
With the ghost
And the spirit
Let the fire run
Thru the darkest age
We can surely fly
Thru the darkest age
With the Fist Of Fire
Thru the darkest age
With the Fist of Fire
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Without You
On the wings of the night
I wager for another glance
the doors were closed
even before the departure
but the windows are ajar
on your open sleep
There is a limbo behind
the beseeching and crestfallen
but this yearning cannot lie,
its veracity cannot be tamed
so I tethered myself, caged myself
until I grew more savage
and even more desperate
I miss you and I miss you
too much that it would kill
like a lynch embracing tight,
you descend into my skin
like a fang and every night,
you come with larcenous feet
like a saccharine death on a slumber
Vines embraced the epitaph
and the etched date slurred
There is a brooding loneliness
underneath this sleeping grave
but it won't hatch in this cold
until your raging flame pounce
Yonder, under the moon
I can feel you shudder
and the shuffling of your feet
as you danced in oblivion
and I envy the night
as it pranced with you
The bones shivered
but it melt into ashes
and the wind won't ferry it
and the sea won't sink it
I need your final clout
or your familiar joust
Without you, the silhouettes
who stood as my beacons
for my derided weight
the days turned to dreams
and dreams turned to phantasms
I can feel a shattering
its fulmination trapped inside
my asylum heart
poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
The Flickering Flame of Life
As dusk was creeping in, one winter’s evening,
I lit a candle to add to the peaceful ambiance.
Sitting, with my coffee on the table by my side
the flickering flame soon had me entranced.
I began to compare my life to a new candle,
remembering that I used to be proud and tall.
Like a candle I just got on with my business
working and playing without fuss at all.
With the flickering flame I also had parity,
when new it burned small but bright,
but as it grew it became more illuminating,
and at its peak it danced all night.
Throughout life I shed tears as did the candle,
also aged, as it flickered the hours away.
Sadly I know when its light flickers no more,
my breath will similarly cease at the end of my days.
poem by Orlando Belo
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Fist Of Fire
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Carry forth as a guardian to kingdom come
With your daggers of the spirit
Let the dagger run
With the fist of fire
Be the master now
As the darkness of ages past
Riches silver and gold
In the liquid see
Cast a net can you catch
So you cant see me
As in death you can climb
Higher thru the sky
Show your wings
Surely you can fly
Fly away past the guardian to kingdom come
See the miracle of life
Disappear its gone
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Keep the fire in your hand
It wont let you drown
As you fly with your wings
Wont come falling down
See the flower of youth
Disappear on high
As you gather your true wings
About to fly
To be ready
To be strong
Make it run
This righteous
This wrong
This right
This love
This is how nature controls
The way of all things
This is how the angels sing
Not afraid
No, not afraid
Not afraid of this or that
Not afraid
Carry forth as a guardian to kingdom come
With the ghost
And the spirit
Let the fire run
Thru the darkest age
We can surely fly
Thru the darkest age
With the fist of fire
Thru the darkest age
With the fist of fire
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Fist Of Fire
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Carry forth as a guardian to kingdom come
With your daggers of the spirit
Let the dagger run
With the fist of fire
Be the master now
As the darkness of ages past
Riches silver and gold
In the liquid see
Cast a net can you catch
So you cant see me
As in death you can climb
Higher thru the sky
Show your wings
Surely you can fly
Fly away past the guardian to kingdom come
See the miracle of life
Disappear its gone
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of light
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Go carry your silver ships of life
Keep the fire in your hand
It wont let you drown
As you fly with your wings
Wont come falling down
See the flower of youth
Disappear on high
As you gather your true wings
About to fly
To be ready
To be strong
Make it run
This righteous
This wrong
This right
This love
This is how nature controls
The way of all things
This is how the angels sing
Not afraid
No, not afraid
Not afraid of this or that
Not afraid
Carry forth as a guardian to kingdom come
With the ghost
And the spirit
Let the fire run
Thru the darkest age
We can surely fly
Thru the darkest age
With the fist of fire
Thru the darkest age
With the fist of fire
song performed by by Yes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
Vote! | Copy!
Charon's Passengers
Into the silent water, slips the silent prow
Lifting the dripping anchor over the tilting bow.
There's no star on the skyline, past the silver moon
All the world he ferries, in secret, late or soon.
Into the faint horizon where no man comes back
Each man travels lightly. Each man takes no pack.
All the world he ferries, in secret, late or soon
Into the faint horizon, past the silver moon.
poem by Sheena Blackhall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
3 Legged Races
The insulated melody
Of the dripping spigot
And the restless weather vane
Drops tranquility in fathoms
That can make an ocean
Vast of wondering
Instigating a stride
Into a walk, a haste, where
Another leg is welcomed
Whilst you endure the lack
Of company in the ethereal
Highway of romantic jargons
And the tales in your skin
Ran down like the insulated melodies
Of disquietude devoid of
Tranquility, it flashes down
Like virulent kerosene
Sifting through lacerations
And yearning saliently
To burn the virgin lamentations
Reckon infinitely and
Convince the maladies
To crawl back in the nightmares
That haunts on unconscious states
And vie to steadfast into
The eager eyes riveted
In the horizon where
You belong and these thoughts
Ousted, run in a steady pace
Unencumbered by another leg
And do not trip crumbling
To lose their paces
Into the vale, faceless
poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Orphaned Light
With such insentient fervor
He nibbled on his fingernails
Whetting the anxious squirming
And posed the levity of his head
On the snowcapped comportment
In the craning arms of the window bay
And the inebriated moon dawn closer
Inflated in its own opaqueness
Elucidating the chapped eviscerations
On the stripped placidness of his features
And his eyes of lifeless age
Tinkered of a spurious verve
That plucks the distant luminaries
Like saccharine pebbles and berries
That slathers the rocking cradle of apathy
Whilst the quicksand on his mattress
Spun and pirouetted in vertigo
And he was like a sordid spit of clay
Without the molding of the potter's hand
And the dense concrete walls crept loftier
Closing him in the loins of asphyxiation
As he thawed like a candle wax
In a fanaticism to be one with the wandering
And unfettered enthralling night crystals
That now starts to undulates like a lifeline
Beckoning the perilous arrival of the nadir
Of one orphaned luminary now musing
The assembly, now hissing like angry jewelries
With the biting frost of the gale
On the portico of their sailing ships
Running like fading lights on streets
Past the chasms of the slumbering city
Far away from the very soul
Of a vacant home.
Back on his fingernails,
With so much insentient fervor
He unsheathed strength from a vulnerable place
And comb the golden threads of his tethers
His lips quavered and mouthed:
Will those stars return again?
poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!
Friendly Fire
flame goes strong, when empty handed flesh view for
wrong; like spring waits the autumn and cease the winter
froze, as the birds nestle beneath the warm coffin of
pain, where every tear pour to the hand that weep into the
ground
a forwarding face of no turning back, breathlessly taken
the echo of timeless state of wish; persuaded only by the
solitude of soul, in the limbo of no where to rest
the bully of flame hit the eyeball of the soul, blacken by
the pang of death, where ever it twist the whole place is
gone, while the lighted candle blew near where you stand,
blind for nobody wants to hear the angelic song of the
purgatory
believe me; nay disturb my loneliness, for I try to knock
the door, but only the chatter room calls my name, for all
seems easy for me to run near my pillow that leads me to
eternity
please cool my body, though it rain yet! wet brings me to
warm my body, so dark that mark the darkest night within
me, oh! yhee I am home, I am home, release my pain carry
my whole self to the pedestal of the saint and light every
corner with candle and say amen
I am gone; bring me please my gun ……
“A poem dedicated to the Soldiers, who where
hit by a friendly fire.... accidentally shoot by fellow
Comrade “
poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
Vote! | Copy!