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On my own. Loving life (most of the time). Wishing I could find more time to write...seems the only time I feel real is when …
I'm a Pre-engineering major, student-athlete with a new love for poetry.
Poems
Cyrus Gold Jan 2019
Ode to Shae
Cyrus Gold
Jan 2019
Held in place by an insatiable jolt, he heeds.
A feminine landscape, gracious in its bearing
and fiducial in character and grace,
commands the screen by way of a privileged audience.
Words of a genuine spirit are uttered,
producing a flavor of static serenity
potent enough to lead the meek away from sorrow
and into her pacifying warmth.
Majestic, both in name and persona,
normalized greys are cast aside
in favor of Kore’s illuminating, celestial sky.
Wrath disintegrates at her muted embrace and euphony.
William himself would reanimate
had life given him the gift of time
in servitude of the Priestess and her
tender and captivating adjudication:
“Et’rnity beest ****’d f’r having did produce an embodiment of majestic grace.”
A feminine landscape, gracious in its bearing
and fiducial in character and grace,
commands the screen by way of a privileged audience.
Words of a genuine spirit are uttered,
producing a flavor of static serenity
potent enough to lead the meek away from sorrow
and into her pacifying warmth.
Majestic, both in name and persona,
normalized greys are cast aside
in favor of Kore’s illuminating, celestial sky.
Wrath disintegrates at her muted embrace and euphony.
William himself would reanimate
had life given him the gift of time
in servitude of the Priestess and her
tender and captivating adjudication:
“Et’rnity beest ****’d f’r having did produce an embodiment of majestic grace.”
Inspired by an online personality.
Keith W Fletcher
Jul 2019
Hello, Poetry? Keith W Fletcher Poems Dec 2016 Back from the edge
It will soon mark 7 long silent filled years since the pain and depression that ended up inspiring this poem. During the band days of yesteryear we always had a chance to get together on this type of summer/ autumn holidays and raise hell and make noise and it was like a big family, so I repost this one here for whatever I can get out of it this time and for all that are ln need, for then (by all means) especially for you as well!
As if from out of nowhere Gnarled Twisted fingers With jagged rusting fingernails Reached out ... Grabbing me Dragging me... Back From going over the precipice Stopping the headlong tumble Into that deep dark echoless Abyss At that critical moment of complete systems failure ...When the call of the Void Seems impossible to deny Convinced That falling through the darkness Would seem as if I could fly Ive sensed that the siren song was calling to me As it had been all along So ,Just as I let Go ... Leaning in Relinquishing control Those wrinkled withered hands With the Twisted gnarled fingers And those rusted over fingernails Pulled me back... With Strength incomprehensible Freeing a Sinister scream of agony Pure pain and despair Ripping out and splitting the air As it rose up from the depths Of that deep Darkness... that Echoless void Someone had reached out... ... To save me So I turned to see who... it was That had pulled me back Wondering how it is... ... That they knew There was no one there Just the last fading remnants Of a shadow on the wall So I smile to the Fates As I gather paper and pen Making a note for my future Lest I ever forget and Tumble back in Then with withered and wrinkled hands I Hold Steady to the notepad With rusting fingernail adorned Twisted and gnarled fingers I begin A whole different flight As I begin to write Keith W Fletcher Written by Keith W Fletcher Oklahoma 490 naǧí, Ryn, Ami Shae, Keith Wilson, J Robert Fallon III, and 1 other Ami Shae Ami Shae Wow!!! This is one of the best writes I've ever read! Gives me hope! Thank you!!! 0 1 reply Dec 2016
It will soon mark 7 long silent filled years since the pain and depression that ended up inspiring this poem. During the band days of yesteryear we always had a chance to get together on this type of summer/ autumn holidays and raise hell and make noise and it was like a big family, so I repost this one here for whatever I can get out of it this time and for all that are ln need, for then (by all means) especially for you as well!
As if from out of nowhere Gnarled Twisted fingers With jagged rusting fingernails Reached out ... Grabbing me Dragging me... Back From going over the precipice Stopping the headlong tumble Into that deep dark echoless Abyss At that critical moment of complete systems failure ...When the call of the Void Seems impossible to deny Convinced That falling through the darkness Would seem as if I could fly Ive sensed that the siren song was calling to me As it had been all along So ,Just as I let Go ... Leaning in Relinquishing control Those wrinkled withered hands With the Twisted gnarled fingers And those rusted over fingernails Pulled me back... With Strength incomprehensible Freeing a Sinister scream of agony Pure pain and despair Ripping out and splitting the air As it rose up from the depths Of that deep Darkness... that Echoless void Someone had reached out... ... To save me So I turned to see who... it was That had pulled me back Wondering how it is... ... That they knew There was no one there Just the last fading remnants Of a shadow on the wall So I smile to the Fates As I gather paper and pen Making a note for my future Lest I ever forget and Tumble back in Then with withered and wrinkled hands I Hold Steady to the notepad With rusting fingernail adorned Twisted and gnarled fingers I begin A whole different flight As I begin to write Keith W Fletcher Written by Keith W Fletcher Oklahoma 490 naǧí, Ryn, Ami Shae, Keith Wilson, J Robert Fallon III, and 1 other Ami Shae Ami Shae Wow!!! This is one of the best writes I've ever read! Gives me hope! Thank you!!! 0 1 reply Dec 2016