by Michael R. Burch In a dream I saw boys lying under banners gaily flying and I heard their mothers sighing from some dark distant shore. For I saw their sons essaying into fields—gleeful, braying— their bright armaments displaying; such manly oaths they swore! From their playfields, boys returning full of honor’s white-hot burning and desire’s restless yearning sired new kids for the corps. In a dream I saw boys dying under banners gaily lying and I heard their mothers crying from some dark distant shore. Keywords/Tags: war, recursion, recurring, repetition, cycle, violence, banners, guns, oaths, mothers, tears, sighs
It is hard
Keeping it internalized For such things Keep me paralyzed From time to time Seated there Talking to you One wonders How such a marvelous creature Could be in a life such as mine So close Yet so far Out of reach Yet just a touch away Still... I swore an oath Never to be broken Alas, if such happens I am to punish myself For I am to never Never Be in romance again Or to hold you in my arms... Why? Because I'm scared of hurting anyone Ever again So from now and forevermore As long as I can I shall never love again Or at least never reveal it... Still... I find myself yearning for you Wishing to hold you in my arms Alas, such shall never be For the likes of me So here I stand Alone To bare the ancient tide Strike after strike Wave upon wave Until I grow old And fade from this mortal realm - Jay M August 30th, 2019
This is about those kinds of feelings, but if I don't find a way to place them into words then I fear they shall overwhelm me...
You have never once; lost the translation of love in the moon's phases.
Of the haiku series
viii. oaths from my pheonix © Copywrite Skaidrum
I made a promise that I've kept,
An oath I carry with every step; A naked vow when undressed, A pledge I'd no desire to test. You made a promise that you broke, An oath you mouthed when you spoke; A vow that withered, dried and choked The pledge that now sticks in your throat. Was it your intention then To take the words and make them bend; To throw your voice like a ventriloquist. Were your fingers crossed behind my back? We clearly heard your words of honour, Your assurances you'd never wander; A bond to tie us til we'd die, A covenant sworn between you and I. Words... words... words.
Draw in your hand,
and speak your desires, upon the thin paper of my heart. Let me compose them into songs of the creek, let's feel the sound of the cricket's chirp, all week. We'll get lost, And fly away like a dream into the night, forgetting the cost Of freedom, for by the dawn our time will be revealed. We'll run up upon the abandoned towers and sing songs that fill into the face of the amber sky, and renew the earth by the light of our praise. We'll watch as the world turns cold, as our hearts fly with such warm grace. Remember, like my jacket that covers you, let my vows always hold you. In the embers of your voice, let me receive all of you. Like the red dress that sings about you, let me forever love you so.
This is my 4th poem. hope it's a joy. :D
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