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158 · Oct 2018
THE POISON APPLE
TerryD'ArcyRyan Oct 2018
the serrated edge of steel
cuts a heart deeper to still
the sharp insisting texture
hard press a pulse severe
desires first words
pull into the soft of a whisper
the fall inside of bliss
denial is romance with a kiss
the ordinary dance
for a game of chance
promise names the secret
a hand on a veil
temptation poisons the apple
hope will devour
nudge drives the push
the senses provoke a passion
a pendulum of wishful momentum
surrenders to simply broken
holds the mystery in beauty
wakes sleeping brutality
she stretches and stands
begins a two step warning
the clack of metal
a ping to timbre
a round to a chamber
slow moves the action deep in a scream
the sound of a shot complete
stirs a marrow sweet
as a magnet lacks compromise
****** repeats the beat
a tongue to the cheek
down to the last shell
a hate infallible
cuts a heart deeper to still
the serrated edge of steel


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
157 · Feb 2018
A Bullet Named Terror
TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018
the house shines bright, it takes every light
sleep refuses to dream, a reverie extreme
the plan to outsmart, a shot in the dark
trigger for a steel mention, the spelling of my name
directed to a lead core, dead center to each letter
primed for flight, a jacket of lead dares our right
a ripping force of violent heat, to rupture complete  
rendered lethal for the take down, a fatal round
chambered by a ******, posted at heaven’s door

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
157 · Nov 2018
THE WEAVER OF DREAMS
TerryD'ArcyRyan Nov 2018
the scope in a turning view
ties the hands high over hues
embodies a mask of black
a sticky webbed deceit
stretched over eyes

plays mean for a wicked need
an intricate motion is the catch
shrewd dominates the luminesce
flickers of surrender are devoured
creates a tangled flux

tears of a flower lost in color
cluster in pale beams
sight slivers in reflection
the shine climbing a slide
slips through the mind

hums a childhood rhyme
steps over time so far
singing a wish upon a star
a joyous scatter for chairs
circle to stop is the anxious feed

tricked in a play for keeps
recruits a ball for a chain
conspires a passion to redeem
aims high and jumps beyond
slows to a falling speed

the heart of an arrow
beeline threw a target
buries deep a sharp point
passes screams in between
patches of a quilt lacking seam
ever sleeps the weaver of dreams



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
156 · Apr 2019
LUMINOSITY
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2019
a lustrous traipse of visible light
pieces of a gem ignite
broken shards spilling bright
scatters of spark flutter and shine
slices of illumination
a gathering riot of splinters
assemble to intricate lines
interacting a weave of threads to bind
sunbathed ribbons escaping a window blind
an iridescent flood sweeping mean
ravished in the arc of a clear running stream
seduction counts each luxe to feed a greed
holding tight a fist full of beams
every spoke slices extreme
cutting the hand that feeds
offered piece by piece
the battered bow to believe
dragging their coin to redeem
a burden to seethe

                                                              

                                                
                                           Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
155 · Aug 2018
CLOCKWISE
TerryD'ArcyRyan Aug 2018
a single moment stays
another builds a solid maze
every tick of the clock displays
rising iron walls with slates to gaze
the tick of a tock is the groove to insane
caught on a string, can’t swing away
twisting in the turning fate
the push of a hand
tips the flow of sand
the other hand pulls the weight
forever sharpening the keys
iron mask or the height of a crown
darkness moves on frightening ground
a shared space in the wait
etching forever the sound it makes
a scrap and rattle in a tick for a tock
make doors for walls complete with locks
held open no more, all eyes to the floor
faces keep pace for the evermore
the minds design linked by a chain
a constant companion remains
ticking a song and hammering sublime
safe in a pocket of time


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
154 · Jul 2019
A TRAIPSE OF LIGHT
TerryD'ArcyRyan Jul 2019
the ever charmed traipse of light
walking darkness one last time
emerges the unforgiving sun
plows the soil flower to stem
hits behind a mask of dust
window shades and layered rust
the broke back addict bent in more
buys sight unseen face to the floor
begging beauty for something to reflect
the fuel to feed hopes neglect
turns the wheel in a kaleidoscope effect
colors splattered over shattered glass
spinning silver in lights finisse
pressing images in depth of design
black waves engulf a surge to tide
spilling over the shore in twilights gloom
the world a blossom in perilous bloom
perfect sculpted petals resemble wings
rise in hue to sail or sink
fall from the sky with wings for flight
scatter as fireflies cluttered bright
fiery spots stretching the horizon
llumination over the artist’s splendor
hand to a chisel and hammer
creator carving bone into matter
seeker of perfection in a spine
the humble tumble in freewill’s divide
a chance of life or death divine
generating a dazzling shine
they crumble side by side
reaching for the heavens to find
the ever charmed traipse of light




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
153 · Apr 2018
Escaping Fate
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2018
we are chosen
the softest revelation
a whisper in the ear
my guide
resides inside the stars
every fallen one a trail of wonder
we are blinded by our choices
good and evil are a delusion
the fires burn bright on both sides
nobles bend to humble the saved
the willing serve a master
and feed the flames
until a whisper is no more
breathless is the audible silence
a still calm plays madness divine
direction is the next tossed coin
the answer empties
as water flows
through clasped hands
no whispers faint
no star fallen trail
no sunshine at midnight clear
the rear-view mirror
loaded  for retrospect
  dark wings of my brothers
a shadow cast across my face
as the fate I cannot escape


Terry Darcy-Ryan
151 · Apr 2018
HAMMER on METAL
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2018
the sun plays with darkness
stabbing and jabbing in departure
black unwinds, stretching, encompassing, a creeping abyss
stillness has one hand on the wheel
the dark is glassy
the water's reflection is clear
striking shallow sweet a place of phantoms

man kneels in grace
he is hammer for the god's of war
creating his place with a hum and rattle
time is man's finest driven rival
a flash in the sky
we fall and fly
lost inside our own battle cry

hammer on metal produces this metallic sound
agony’s pleasure just beyond
again and over the echo resounds
calls us home while blinding us profound
a cue recurs flowing slow
passes over our ears
the clear place to set a crown

quicker than quick we are controlled
a finger on the trigger
Chosen for one but all ages can be a player
the rules have come undone
to beat a new order
a train jumps the tracks
a chain snaps back releasing a bullet named terror

this bedlam competes with the sound of conflict
in a place found just past bliss's hitch
tattooed with metals ink
engraved skin feels pains true kiss

thunder is envious of lightnings perfect hit
hammer on metal
as the gods crack their whip


Sheer Terror

aka Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
149 · Jul 2019
PRAEDANDUM
TerryD'ArcyRyan Jul 2019
a lust to hunt
the pounce of need
poses a tiger unseen
bloodthirsty crouching mean
affliction follows the hunted's dismay
moving about dwelling in debris
overture plays the weak prey
a fragile cry confesses stray
smothered hunger to besiege
redeems a frailty near and dear
the last glance flickers to bleed
laid to rest with battered wings
swallowing earth to flourish seed
fathom sounds weeping for spring
claw, dig and grasp to breathe
fight for the surface of light
live to die savage to be
a place to seethe



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
147 · Feb 2018
Misery's Hammer
TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018
the appearance, an impression to please
living buried underneath, tucked inside to reside in need
wanting stains the hands of hope, to bend a knee and pray
understanding madness, as a cold still reach
the peaks of destiny’s belief
shadow’s our semblance, long before we could see
a tedious churning thickness
disturbed, requires cover for the comfort of restraint
breathing in the deep, to calm this keep
losing ground to stay clear, the voice of fear
a volatile sound, now rounded and fit for chain
freedom is the Idea realized and never ever seen
the scourge, calls to be wound down for spite
winding it and winding it once again
the tighter the twist, until we cannot fix
the risk and the urge to tighten again
until the weight of knowing, is sure to weaken
a turning of events borders the peaceful calm surface
the appearance, an impression to please
the pretty place perfect for a keepsake
preciously smothered to appear tame, kept in a frame
refusing to entertain or warn with her Screams
misery holds tight her hammer and swings  
                                                                      
Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
146 · May 2019
BROTHERS IN ARMS
TerryD'ArcyRyan May 2019
boys are raised in the shadow’s of men
leap to step in footsteps bold
repeat tales of the dead for the old
travel long past a fork in the road
not silver, not gold
a boys riches are the promise of home
the heart of warrior craddles a gun
mortality marches a one beat drum
one step closer to war
one step tramples fear
bravery parades boys to men
the vigil angels ready their tear



Terry D’Arcy Ryan
144 · Aug 2018
ANONYMITY
TerryD'ArcyRyan Aug 2018
dressed to **** down to the heels
locked and loaded with sites on infamy

shots fired in the vicinity of destiny

todays game, is change my name
unleashed and tailor fit for your identity

nice suit but I still resent all the AkA’s

shattered I am and fractured I remain
rage, scars and every breathe in between

I escaped a dying breed

big brother watches over me but it ain't free
each piece taken, traded and destroyed

equals one for the devil and three for me

I got mad skills for the long haul
ready for the free fall

looking out for number one

my disguise is the fade into everyday
look over your shoulder

subtlety is what you see not me




Terry D’Arcy-Ryan  aka  Sheer Terror
143 · Apr 2019
The Web
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2019
another sky disappears
there are no more doors
only stars in a window
a splendid reflection
the avalanche of reminisce
feeding suffocated wishes
hopeless severed lines
call the waste of time
lost fear stays obscure
the darkness ever tied
across my eyes
the shadows jump and climb
keeping safe the remains
a lock to a chain
the wait tightens as I hang
a tightly woven web
and here is where
I fear you less


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
143 · May 2019
The Entity
TerryD'ArcyRyan May 2019
depravities light
summons the night
bringing darkness down
pushing from inside
a glimpse in the dark
covers the spark
steals your breath
circles profound
sight unseen
falls at your feet
bends to the knee
begins to crawl
learns to seethe
closes the eyes
subtle to bound
drives a fear beside
the pull of a string

a shortcut in madness
takes the first step
the foggy deceit
is the visible leap
the catch is the plea
a moments release
lost to the world
captured and free
steps up
takes a swing
hits high above
jumps to and from
hand to hand and back again
steals to keep
slides straight home
crossing before you can find
left it all behind

blinded bright
framed for headlights
subtle and found
urges homeward bound
a vivid memory
versus a rhyme
turns about
in the face of time
reality bleeds
tucked in between
unravelling dreams
blown about longings
misplaced in haste
fated against obscure limbs
move about in shadows
the interfering trees
dance with the wind

a flowers stem
bent for will
begging ever still
to touch with a reach
the small outline in distress
begs a lingering caress
holding true a belief to redeem
something far and in between
caught inside a raging stream
whispers rushing the ear
building into screams
howls from the deep
to the bellow of a beast
calling for misery
to hope and hide
follow side by side
drag a thing to bury
fury



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
143 · Apr 2018
A Leading Man
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2018
the lonely plight  
of a dissident man

a single lucent light fueled in the night
so flows pontification and foresight

the crowd it incites
a mass devoted to their leaders spite

the light of one
the spark of another

forming the glow
of a stagnant umbra

this path of no resistance
is the wicked path at our insistence

it Juggles through the past
navigates the lost

untwists the fray
it is the sound that will not settle

a growl of medal
a clink and a rattle

the sound of chain
that engraves a pain

the gun on your temple with a pulled trigger
rush of blood in you ears, fear simple fear

a stab with a twist of knifed redemption
the next stick leads to your suffocation

now you understand how easily we shatter
our disappearance so final a matter

gods spell is knocking
loyal, dead and forgiving

the answer is a doorbell
unfeigned by heaven or hell

we abide times insight
waiting for a green light

a moment of enchantment
one final choice to exit

the one last chance
destined for happenstance  

as the rattlesnake stance
warns and demands  

ruling their charmer
into an alliance

the masses expand
for the malice at hand

arousing a jump in the fire
as the mob grows ******

alarming numbers
fall in shoulder to shoulder

follow the flock
a parade in sync

the fall of one
the march of another

until we no longer struggle


Terry D’ArcyRyan
141 · Mar 2019
INCEPTIONS STREAM
TerryD'ArcyRyan Mar 2019
as a current flows
erosion breaks and bows
the current compass bound
coursing the coastal crown
at last it spills into a restless sea
water divides and moves the shore
with channels quick to bank and restore
the simple watercourse repeats
as the world is shaped
a river to a stream

beneath the raging surface
embedded in depths wakeless
the soft mud ensures
the tall grass grows verdant
extending above into the torrent
we hold onto leaves flowing in the entwine
a habitat dwells in this open current
all existence of my kind
populate the shoreline
maintaining the confines
since the river's inception
sustaining a water raging habitation

the very moment we can grasp a willow
the burden is upon us to never let go
the waterways rush high and low
a constant frame works the undertow
whispers travel to tell forbidden tales
fables of impetuous spirits and rebels
the adventurous who climb to the surface
then lost to the evils of a land too vast
the bravest attempt to swim as an outcast
pulled down to be eaten sweet by waters deep

despite the tales
a voice inside implores “let go”
the result either way is a life sentence
to an endlessness into the nothingness
I will be just another fib for the storytellers
every moment to a free chance
will be worth death ‘s acquaintance
the waters deafening roar
the voice demanding freedom’s detour
the essence of life to believe in more
set me free
I let go



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
140 · Mar 2018
places and pieces of sky
TerryD'ArcyRyan Mar 2018
a star marking the spot “you are here “
here resides in the wonder of millions
some names, some numbers, the old and the new
from the highest niche seen, a celestial view
the dare to follow a point steeper
the heart pounds mean, skips a beat in between
a pulse racing extreme, into this very moment
greater and closer to the reason

as clear as I live
as far as I can reach
the constant struggle with belief
pushes the wind uphill, with no relief
the ideal we are free as the will to bow our head
one knee is a spirit in repose,  two a heartfelt creed
and still I am weighed with the need
to whisper a prayer of revere when I leave
the unbelievable reach above one expectation
here imagine is the place, hope can still see

daydreams of great wings
simply unfold for closed eyes
a space beyond human affect
entering the threshold onto everything
and nothing more than sky
the places that I would give my life for
the places left long empty with despair
the places held forever kismet
the places marked with a star  “ you are here “

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
135 · Mar 2021
DON'T TREAD ON ME
TerryD'ArcyRyan Mar 2021
one hand on the world in a spin
agony twists on a single thread
eager to feed the machine
a stranglehold weave
bear the fabric of a lie
wear the symbol in deceit
the day to day insurgence
a gaslight politics
resonates hate
the lure of a crowd
wanting stains
a sea of hands in need
threads the fringe
a needle in motion
steady frame a sewing notion
strums the string
winds the beat
calls marching feet
the tremble will not cease
sedition has a face
to clever lies they sing
freedoms hymns and begging dreams
pen the scars of grief's ink
misery takes a bold leap
holds tight her hammer and swings



Terry D'Arcy Ryan
135 · Nov 2019
APARTMENT 205
TerryD'ArcyRyan Nov 2019
belief holds endearing
sleep and worry
thoughts keep stirring
hopping into hoping
cousins gone doping
mama's gone roping
and you
you come stomping
stomping
and knocking at my door
stop
stop I say
knock no more

sober and sparking
fighting for reason
no one having fun
room for only one
daddy's gone Rocking
left nothing in the stocking
And you
you come plotting
plotting
and knocking at my door
stop
stop I say
knock no more

fight for nothing
steady as we go
the number one son
has come undone
grandma drive's for Jesus
she’s never coming home
and you
you come stalking
stalking
and knocking at my door
stop
stop I say
knock no more


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
The first place I called home after prison, Apartment # 205. I lived there with my son 30, my two nephews in their 20's and my sister. This was a very small apartment no room for more than one and there were five of us. The constant knocking for the boys of friends, girls and party's. My sister and I always had our ex's trying to move in. We all had different schedules. The knocking represents the revolving door open 24/7 and temptation itself. I mock the family unit here over and over because there is no order in mine at present. I can endure almost anything for family but the day my son brought home a puppy I tapped out. If your still reading thank you and God Bless.
131 · Dec 2019
THE DARKLING
TerryD'ArcyRyan Dec 2019
fear drives the dark
death rides sight unseen
devise a wicked threshold
miles gained while catching sleep
lost dreams and vague debris
passersby and inbetweens
the momentum of obscurity

time flickers in a snap
flees an instance
outline against brights beam
a moving silhouette
the weight of grief
hanging from trees
regret breathes in sweet
the swing of the dead

the tears of misery bleed
soon to seed
sharp stabs seeking green
a means to plunge deep
seeking a pulse to beat
true goes the steady stream
flowing tree to tree


shadowy bends bow to break
twisted sprigs move climbing feet
knotted tangled trunks beneath
a crown of twigs joined to extend
obscure limbs held content
a sea of branches transcends
rises steep to oversee
beyond the leaves



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
130 · Feb 2018
The Broken Mirror
TerryD'ArcyRyan Feb 2018
silent dares
slow engraved exchanges
the primitive evolution of rage
only the fittest will survive
hostility now has a spot at the table
there are no more place settings
the silver is set out perfect
a spoon, casts an oblong reflection
now, even the utensils see
there is nothing left of self respect
only the silver distorted version
of who I don't know, it is not me

strange little pieces
I swallow them over and over
when no one is watching
jagged little shards
cutting away at my insides
beauty she cries night and day
she has no idea that I’m killing her
I want her to stay
beauty is almost gone
the last parts, tiny odd slivers
are hidden away, in the bottom of my closet
vague, sharp and bitter no longer beauty

the path of least resistance
it's the only way to success
real images jump and regress
nothing takes a shape or focus
the fall and crash of glass
a precious mirror reflects what matters 
beauty is unaware 
images move slower and unclear
flashes of my father in a mirror
in this corner the heavyweight contender
my husband, my beloved, beauty's keeper
time merges and flickers closer

the path of least resistance
it's the only way to success 

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
130 · Apr 2018
FRACTURED
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2018
still glimpses smile for a picture    
the cast off shattered glass
reflect the past through a mirror
retrospective whiplash
fooled is ours to hold dear
big soft pillows suffocate the scream
for a loyal kiss of fate
we engage in a wicked promise to endure
rise and fall for order
another day to shovel deeper
obligated we bury the anger
while intent on fracture
break by break
a snap a split a sever
the mind coming undone
the sound of unwinding gears
we are smothering under the surface
to the rattle of danger
adrenaline spiked for peril
we move with the crowd shoulder to shoulder
a herd enthralled to a jagged drag
a bump a push a nudge
the catch of a hand
our urge to push back
pressed against furies threshold
the hinges give to the battered door
a single shot an uproar
rage fuels the press behind a shove
the next ****** smashes through fear
pressing hard for something perfect and clear
affliction outweighs the contender
a shove a drive a force
impulses so pure resurrecting the core
no longer willing to crawl the shore
lost in hazards trap and snare
everyday we meet solace and demise
we answer side by side
with a smile and a lie
the threat builds inside
a knock a pound a bang
a panel of wood
complete this box
hard hit pieces of metal
bullet and fasten
the perfect tool for this turning grace
much like the boxer uses embrace
we take our place


   Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
127 · Sep 2019
THE LABYRINTH
TerryD'ArcyRyan Sep 2019
a passageway assembled in perfection
hues claim blue for reflection
conjured depth’s ensue
a violet isolation
the design of oblivion
no fleeting moment can abscond
all must fall or fly the horizon
these obscurities hold my untold
blinded in hidden tradition
  secrets folded over delicate
           clouds of warm winter blankets          
trapped captive to an attic
lay inside the sunny side of regret
hope tapping on the window pane
a rap for the mocking
sounds a cadence walking
the rhythm of keys jingling
turning on a swinging chain
the view soars beyond iron bars  
watch over a skylined corridor
through a cracked mirror
searching for a lost child
gone far into the abyss
grey clouds shed tears
  a mothers anguish
roars for a thunders rest
sadness mourns while evanescent
the wonder of a child spirit
reaches beyond the pieces left behind
the shine through this essence as divine
empty arms holding tight to stolen time
destiny fight’s to unwind
the labyrinth

Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
126 · Aug 2018
The Dry Heat
TerryD'ArcyRyan Aug 2018
stars slowly diminish
darkness completes
still we feel the suffers of heat
the fever suspends in the thick
a velvet’s texture mix
clinging to skin as if drowned
dawn flexes, stretches and surrounds
as the last of struggling stars obscound
sunlight strikes without a sound
grabbing and stabbing clusters
loyal fray guarding reaches of dark
the sun rises content and goes to work

dawn's temper dares and flares
leading mobs to the extreme
a simple day can claim 120 degrees
misery keeps no company here
lust begins with fear
and the hunt for shade
any hue of obscurity a rare breed
creatures scurry free stalking unseen
gila monsters are a venoms lounge
despite the screams to leave

this forsaken oasis
sits ringside to hazards door
bright by right a rising star
a blazing sunmade world
rendering addicts galore
jonesing for a breeze or more
bent backs slave to the hustle and flo
fiends circling to numb a mad core
the hole dug deeper
wind indeed She seldom has a show

a quandry rolls in  
a circling wall of dust a curtain of rain
she comes riding in
on a Kicked up Beast of sand
a lasso in hand
wrangling hounds
and the force of nature
hitting the ground
blow to blow these animals
defend her round after round
the elements are primed
coming out in breakaway swing    
a punch and a weave
dust of demons bend a knee

this is the end of the line
hell is just past the next sign
devils play here long into limbo’s curfew
escape by any means regrettable
here the heat plays for keeps
the dead man’s hand
the sun aims again
with both barrels
the sound comes undone
another round just for fun
the sun reaches down
closes the man's eyes and crosses his arms
embrace the heat or R I P


Terry  D'Arcy-Ryan
126 · Jan 2020
DEATH
TerryD'ArcyRyan Jan 2020
the sky
held my elegant shadow
against the long winter day
with the falling of the sun
fell a bird
fallen on the grace
of a cold blooded race
the look in her eyes
I will never escape
her silence reached across
to touch my trembling flesh
the familiar was gone
where softness and youth once lived
a sea roared
upon the mountains in my heart
long winter days
came to an end
light cast under windows
I saw your old things, dolls and swings
life was taught here
like the sound in a seashell
it echoes over the wall
where my heart believes
the fallen bird found peace
as I hear her song with the falling sun
warm winter spirits
I will remember you by
reach me now in dreams
your spirit I will always know
but your death
I can not hold



Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
125 · Aug 2019
MAROONED
TerryD'ArcyRyan Aug 2019
the light sways each break
cast upon waters wake
constant movement capture
waves reflecting shimmer
refractive glass splinter
mirage slicing a mirror
each simple twists of fate
swim deep in retreat
die beneath the stillness
a silent repose of agonies sleep
trapped in drowning grief
swallowed by misery's caress
beached in sorrows weep
crawl the shore
on battered knees
the beat of a fist concede
grip of blood and sand
bury a heart already gone
pounding the sum
the pulse of a drum
a beggars demand
trembles in a shiver
to breath


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
124 · Oct 2019
BROKEN
TerryD'ArcyRyan Oct 2019
affliction
outweighs the contender
a hand on destruction
perfect and clear
an impulse pure
swallowed in seditions core
the gun on your temple
is a pulled trigger
blood rushing your ear
that is simple fear
a surrender of hope
the place called “live” harder
runs the faithful beating heart
pressing meaner
the sound of silence humbles
a suffocating will
stands over fearsome
reveals an impassable barrier
to shade the way
stumbling through obscurity
jaws grind slowly
the mass devours
dragging a burden
hope cradled with belief
life swings at the winds mercy
hitting ground to sky
tossed about neglected remedy
crawl or learn to fly


Terry D’Arcy Ryan
124 · Dec 2019
HAMMER ON METAL
TerryD'ArcyRyan Dec 2019
man kneels in honor
dubbed a hammer
to the gods
creating his place
in a hum and rattle
tracking times space
to a worthy rival
hanging windows in vigil
hoping to find
a flash in the sky
the fall to fly
lost inside a battle cry
hammer on metal
screams the sound
agony’s pleasure
lost and found  
again and over
an echo responds
calling you home
while blinding profound
the cue recurs
impairing the ears
a place to set a crown
willing the able target
to a single shot
a blind round
gripping tight to enamor
quick and quicker
one finger on the trigger
a symbol is named
all ages can be a player
the rules come undone
to beat a new order
dooms impending future
a grinding ax
cast to seize
iron wheels at soaring speed
the meager flicker  
a skip of a beat
jumps the track
a chain snaps back
releases a bullet named terror
mayhem competes
within this conflict
lives just past bliss's hitch
tattooed in metals ink
surrendered skin
feels pains true kiss
thunder is envious
with lightnings perfect hit
hammer on metal
as the gods crack their whip




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124 · Jul 2019
THE HOLLOWS
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grand towering limbs
reach to meet
branches a flourishing keep
twigs to trunks create
a stretch to breathe
crooked seedlings bow in need
live to die, and sow to reap
sewn together a needle to seam
hand to cheek
a means plunges deep
moves a steady pulse to bleed
seeping shallows underneath
beating tree to tree
a hollow quant and sweet

free will drives the darkness
a gesture to greet
the animal unseen
shadows join in to deceive
the passerby and inbetweens
a hunter to a prey
the profile of trees  
dazed in the headlight beams
outline reality as a thief
stealing moments
yet to be
the forgotten trinkets  
hang from trees

a keepsake for a figurine
trapped beads concede
to a broken string
fall along the wayside
finding hope is still free
playing content in the wind
chasing tossed debris
gathering leaves
one by on they fall weak
remnant colors in deceit
raise to a scatter
a boundless retreat
content to repeat
the redeeming sweep


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122 · Apr 2018
The Revenant Heart
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the darkest frame takes the moon
mist and hues rise in blues
traces from a lunacy glow
follow a hand with delicate flow
this flickering serene movement
comes and goes as a wing unfolds
graceful, staggering movements of perfection
magnificent to behold in the dark night
I search through perfection in the light of a star
charmed to the point of complete and divine
dreams finally come and you are still mine
our happily ever after still has time
moments chase away this place of illusion
life wakes and takes you again
the crown of an angel falls through all that I am
we are bound a heart to a beat
heart of mine is the one left behind
an essence that has never known unbroken
the will of my single soul believes
the darkest of the ****** can be redeemed
I am eluded a slave to each breath’s inception
works the same as expectation  
denial sits upright complete with begging  
black is black there is no semblance
it is the smallest grasp of poison
seeping to the center mass of my gravity
always reaching and touching ever still
this core carved out piece by piece
a sliver of the least has outlived the stakes
letting go bows down to enormous regret
still I can see this angel of mine awaits for what will be
supra separation from this broken living space
closer to a revenant heart
leading to a state of grace


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
For Natalie
122 · May 2020
A MYSTIC SHADE OF PINK
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obsolete 
folded neat    
worn pale pink 
the remnants of you

a lasting chance 
the heartfelt glance
evanescense
unravels a ribbon

my baby girl 
her little dress  
rest 
upon my chest 

tiny arms stretching
reaching 
for me  
the promise of light     




Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
120 · Jan 2020
The Gesture to an Image
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a conjured motion
breathes the air
blows the wind
an elegant stir
impressions blur
scatter to be seen  
the upstage of a dream
a flash to a flickr
Overture in a phantom
one leap follows
another carves hollow
reflects a surface shallow
the recall of your face
captured in our space  
shadows bent into a view
intangible hammers sway
nurture to a frame
repose for a grand scheme
moving evanescence fonder
the smile waking wonder
surrendered under glass
covet a parallel perfection
fierce wild screams
drown the enchant
the bewildered struggle  
a devoured motion
120 · Mar 2020
THE BEHOLDER
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light strikes
beneath the cracks
spiral maps
trace broken glass
splinter and refract
mirror to a view
a fleeting likeness
an image to please
the beauty
you see
bows to the lie
gives in believe
inspires a disguise
as a smile to greet
destiny frees
the willing to need
sight of a dream
keep us serene
tossed hearts of stone
skip the surface
battered to beat
the sinking weight
plunges deep
ripples the water break
adrift bittersweet
hands of a river
surrender to feed
a thread of device
sewn of means
seam to seam
the intricate scheme
pull laces upon strings
reap an infinite weave
a gathered neat
strangled remedy


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117 · Apr 2020
THE HUNTER
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pretty as a picture
he holds her secure
in the palm of his hand
the force of a gesture
devours every breathe
a relentless caress
forever, is one last kiss

a tiny red light, a float in the nigh
shadows outline it's conductor
relished in a smoke delight
the hunter's stance
leans with a framed intent
a stalker relents
crouching silent

this is clear
as a whisper in the ear
the hunter is precisely near
thrilled in every utter of the struggle
a cascade of links unravel
distant cries fall
a clatter of metal

pretty as a picture
he holds her secure
in the palm of his hand
the force of a gesture
devours every breathe
a relentless caress
forever, is one last kiss



Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
113 · Feb 2018
The Take
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each counted piece
claimed scot free
beautiful designer name’s
boosted in a hunter’s craze
hustled hope for beggar’s pay
strictly spent audacity
dollars in hand
turns an eye the devils way
it adds up fast, cut the stack in half
traded for a getaway
let it ride another day
living in a higher space
the rent is steep, edge of a mountain peak
separates the sow and the reap
and every breath in between
intoxicated on possibility
the grit to devour and shine,
the essence I define
insatiably taking what’s mine
watching the bottom line,
wise to the final count,
a sum of all things
the take

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110 · Apr 2018
The Fate of a Butterfly
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forged noble thread
guides a knife to cut or trace
sewing as you slumber
belief is a place right here
inside the very outline
to the scar on your face
time has not erased
the momentary recall
planted in the center
holding tightly to regret
humbled by the force
an energy that lives between us
the always spinning final chance
forgoing lost or found
reminisce in love’s true kiss
but disregard the vow  
grasping for the single reason
beyond what is clear
the day by day cheer
disguising a familiar fear
expression of a coward
an accessory to the hustle
left behind with souvenirs
a voice named forgotten
holds on sincere
having your cake and eat it dear
is a million mile detour
from what is real
to a girl with the most cake
a knife is just a knife
there is no death to mourn
no martyr to end betrayal
a final thread in motion
brings destiny to her feet
a magnificent stretch unfolds her wings  
I am set free
with the fate of a butterfly
trapped inside a jar
the weight of agony’s pain calls
for soul’s that cannot fly
with a bended knee and closed eyes
arms held wide
I reach for the sky


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109 · Dec 2019
DARKLING
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death drives the dark
fearless is site unseen
seeks a wicked threshold
catching sleep in between
lost dreams and vague debris
the momentum of obscurity
to the snap of fingers
an instant flicker
turns the head
movement jumps to flee
catching the outline distinct
against headlight beams
the moving silhouette
hanging from trees
the swing of grief
soon to seed
the tears of misery bleeds
sharp stabs seeking green
a means plunging deep
urging a pulse to beat
so goes the steady stream
growing tree to tree
a sea of branches
rises high to see
beyond the leafs
104 · Apr 2018
SUGAR BUZZ
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you wondered in
with a Cheshire grin
eyes made for sin
I'm all in
ready for the trip
next hit or miss
the spike of lightening's strike
not once but twice
blinded by the flashes
streaks of color found
the long way around
an unexpected place
caught me indeed
swept me off my feet
looked me up and down
face to face
close and secret
our eyes ready to devour
the first layer
caught right there
crashing through the urge to tear
stranger's arm to arm
in the need
the pushing force of a stampede
pull of a stranger's kiss
a punch in the face
force the twisting gears
the sweet candy taste
drops of colors
all of them
even sparkles
odd hints of tinted shade
smashed in whole
shapes of hunger
new an old
lost and found
touching me insane
lacking restraint
jolly ranchers gone extreme
falling the instant
lips collide
a push purely ravenous
  a taste of cherry snow
frozen delight
stalking me dizzy  
cuz a banana split melts quickly
sugar coma coming into focus
turning from the stranger
that salty shiver of surrender
still in his sights
a tingling of zots
fresh on my lips
the war of sweet and sour
promising kismet
wrapped in a kiss
I need a straight coke
and a  shot of pop rocks
this guy is Cherries Garcia
with an angel's touch
cotton candy shades of blue
floating softly in the sky
beyond a dream
just around the corner
over the rainbow
lost on every aisle
gazing deep
into the icee machine
sugar buzz black out
left me
standing alone

Terry Darcy-Ryan







dedicated to my little sister, the Ginger Ninja
nothing but Love
103 · Apr 2018
ROAR
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Oh, Mother hear my Roar,  a roar of Thunder
to stop the rain’s devour
my flood of tears deprive color
bouquets fade like the cinders of a fire
blossoms I grew with my own hands care
hands that left my beauty so dear
beauty she resides with the smallest of Stars
a sliver of diamond shining in the dark
under a moon of riots and war
Oh, Mother hear my Roar,  a roar of thunder


Terry D'Arcy-Ryan
This Poem was written for my Mother.  Memory's of my Mother take me back to a time when women were not thought of as equal to Men. A time when abuse of any kind remained secret and women silent. My Mother would ask for my silence in glances and actual words if angry enough. She wasn't ready for me I was born to Roar.  The Love that flows through a generation of Women is woven here in my words for my daughter Natalie, mother Marilee, grandmother Gladys and my special great grand ma Cassy.  Death has not changed my heart,  you are still are blood of my blood, "Oh Mother, hear me Roar". If you are still reading thank you and God Bless
91 · Apr 2018
SOCIOPATH
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sunshine bends a knee in vigil
seeking absolution's hell
the steeper edge of steel
balance beam of a trail
the driving wheel
is Spiked for the ****
a heart in trespass
rigged like a printing press
cut from raw intensity
a Bad seed wild and free
blood of my blood is destiny's tongue                                                                        
the devil is my kin
swimming in gin
drowning inside to simply be still
sinking deeper into gradual
furious and gently we lose will
angel’s tears fill my quill
shedding the reach of a mind idle
regrettable and suicidal
a ledge’s last chance to dance
this box in need of one last nail
leaving with a tourniquet smile                                                                                                  
defined failure
bluffing on a blind
no chance of a winner            



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89 · Aug 2018
The Underbelly
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the devil walked in the room
first thoughts are to exit calmly
a round of sounds complete his entrance artfully
chimes, alarms, a decadent trumpet plays the senses curiously
mysterious it would be to refuse a grave impulse
the hand opens simply
the upright begging posture holds methodical to his evil core
releasing a despair so cunning, a predator smiles sincere
tiny little prickles rushing, cautioning, faithful and dear
become an elegant dance of tingles paired along my spine in fear  
trust denies the plea and the ego shines in a craving for sinister
instant addiction, the ever soft whisper in a mere Hello
promise opens with a red licorice smile and a hunters glow
a presence so cunning
massive weight a mere feather drifting to the floor
every peak in my pulse cuts deeper to an undiscovered center
negotiations owns every breath that awards the monster  
desperation, so comfortable with descent and further
an intoxicating reach and a strength that could free the blind
seduction defines and entwines me into the exquisite serpentine
****** shaping sweet curving as the wet rocks of a river’s flow
temptation to the hang of a spider's woven row’s of show
sticky webbed surrender, the perfect jagged rocks below
powerless to leave or disappear now
the devil walked in the room



Terry Darcy-Ryan
83 · Apr 2018
YOU AND ME
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when a sparrow dies
does it touch one thing
does it drop
limb to limb
does it rattle
the whole Tree

Yes, I'm a tree
don't you see
forever reaching
to the sky
a better view
into you
always, growing, twisting, turning
into what I can't move
growing around you

And you, the ever strong
un-moving stone
here I am outshone
impaired beyond despair
a fate come undone
we enhance and embrace
a solid rock frame
creating the ordinary monument
a place to see your name

When a sparrow dies
does it touch one thing
does it hit
branch to branch
does it ****
the whole tree







                       Terry D’Arcy-Ryan
77 · Apr 2018
Sociopath
TerryD'ArcyRyan Apr 2018
sunshine bends a knee in vigil
seeking absolution's hell
the steeper edge of steel
balance beam of a trail
the driving wheel
is Spiked for the ****
a heart in trespass
rigged like a printing press
cut from raw intensity
a Bad seed wild and free
                            blood of my blood is destiny's tongue                                                                        
the devil is my kin
swimming in gin
drowning inside to simply be still
sinking deeper into gradual
furious and gently we lose will
angel’s tears fill my quill
shedding the reach of a mind idle
regrettable and suicidal
a ledge’s last chance to dance
this box in need of one last nail
                                 leaving with a tourniquet smile                                                                                                  
defined failure
bluffing on a blind
             no chance of a winner            


Terry Darcy-Ryan
77 · Nov 2019
PERDITION
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the roll of thunder
begs a nurtured cry
counting down a lightning strike
stripped silence and smothering light

dust gathers in the silhouette
tethered for a downward crawl
hopes only exit
surrenders to intrinsic

vicious and sincere is the device
a glimpse of a gleam off steal
forging shape into links
rattling the weight of a chain

the tongue of destiny
that is where my name lies
whispers for a state of grace
how subtle is perdition
76 · Jan 2020
TRIPPING THE LIGHT
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twilights habitual reach
trickles softly
arises a shade covering
drapes the frame to a view
imposes with a lean
lounges in a requiem
perched upon a window brink
fallen sleepless again
gazing the horizon

inspires a simple measure
the shimmer closer
a marvel of visible light
strikes the window blind
touches battered and savage
scatters in a sea of sparks
impressions delight
the agony to defy
the stars falling from my eyes

a push to a step
a plunge in the luminesce
entwined inside a twinkling
twisting, turning ,receding
dwindles for a crushing flux
spills of white
shine of gold
spinning silver bright
dims the darkness cold

soar in the heavens
seek to find
a place to die
no remorse
not a single cry
the smallest things
now hidden inside
this is where
I reside


Terry D’Arcy-Ryan

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