"agaze" poems
Comfy, cute attire.
So far away from my very wire.
Enjoying beautiful night skys,
with the beautiful late nights,
to agaze the beautiful light's lies.
Flames emerge left and right,
putting up with life's strugles, all dressed in white.
We are sitting in life's limbo,
As day we wait and see which path is ours to follow.
(est.j.r.e.)
Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 5:11 PM UTC
The dissolution of days
Acquiring the malison of knowledge
Mollifying the darksome house
of mortal clay supprest in
The rack of night,
The punishment of the
tree of prohibition
Commissioned from up high,
Beer-barrel dust the souls alms!
Whilst the Maker's orbs mourn
In earnest whom he
Hast vanquished as the
Seraphic Hymn, Heaven's
sacred song hews
the blue-blankets ingress
Before the gates of the
irrefrangibility of faith;
Agaze, an angeliferous black-job-
Edifications beatific vision
Held in the nest of Abraham's *****
peeling the bells of heaven
ricocheting throughout Hell
nigh the lands of time.
ELEETE J MUIR
May 26, 2016
May 26, 2016 at 6:40 AM UTC
Let us put a few pages between us
Unread, unsaid, unshed
Unsoiled if it could be said
Likened as if they would stay
Empty as the newborn day
Unruffled as a Sunday afternoon
Too many flavors have spoiled the cook
Shape-shifting constituents of exactitude
Aplomb with certitude
Straight as an arrow
Smooth as certainty
Singular as perfect pursuit
Agaze are you, blue hue
Cobalt true and blue
Cerulean sometimes soft
and clouding
Metallic pallet surrounding
Hard as steel,
Warm as a cold day in May
Where analysis paralysis
Has you curious
Doubting and dubious
Calculous and carefulness
Left you immaculately scandleless
Does it sometimes get so lonely
Between the devil and the deep blue sea
Have you ever not looked before you leap
Do you ever gurgle goo goo’s
Before you go go
Running in place
Going nowhere
Never too close
Never too base
Was it ever not intentional
Wrought by incompleteness
Messy this neatness
Red hot chili sweetness
Intense with meetness
Hurt and heat compete
Will you ever admit defeat
This can’t go on
I’m ending it here now
This is the end
My pretend friend
I tore up the recipe
I’m going to make you over again
A pinch of friendly less pretense
A dash of vulnerabilities
Stir to understanding consistency
Deep well cooker piquancy
Boil until bubbles break
Give and take
Friend
Skewer to hold shape
Then lift with a circular motion
More kneading
Less bias
Low and slow
Until tender
More me
Less you
This I can do
And so can you
I’ve made you anew
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 11:24 AM UTC
Amongst robes of satin and gold,
Stood three men of stories told.
There a wise man, of no reputation
Holds before them, behold! Such elation!
In his hand thrice a curious box,
So the men exchange in outrageous talks.
"What joke is this? Off with your head!"
And forcefully arrest him in his stead.
But this man of origin ignoble,
Without struggle of position immobile
Surrenders each a box to these bureaucrats
For each in size of one cubic inch at that.
And before the sound of earshot fades,
"Beware when you open of what cascades!"
So the man is silenced into his tomb,
Leaving mystery lingering upon the room.
Each a man such such ferocity,
Inquires upon the box with curiousity.
Without caution the first man tears it agaze
So the mind's eye bursts into bountiful blaze
*And so, what ** It is with your haste! Your pompousness, your distaste!
I shall pry your sight to show you light, yet ne'er a way into your heart's blight!
So much so even the sun's fusion surrenders in succession to stiffly cold ice,
Forever forgotten, forever forewarned of your fervent fear and greed and vice.*
So his mind comes about, facing reality
Shrugging his fate of ultimate finality.
Such the second man tosses it aside,
Yet it flies open, where he cannot hide
*So you, your apathy, your content in nothing! Shall you idle forever true.
Knowledge has tainted you, pride stricken you, you stand tall a pillar of stone.
For stone you are, and stone you shall be! So much a pillar of salt of the the sea.
Tossing aside the weak and the encumbered to cares of yourself outnumbered.*
Fear is struck in the heart of this,
No longer for such a heart in bliss
And the third, the final acutely aware
To open the box with everso care.
*Thee the third, the final, your pleas! Absorbed and plowed by evil's devotee.
Hold your heart true, all prayer endue a baby's flesh shall imbue thine heart!
For I know your deeds, and you unlike no other! Yet let them smother you not.
For seek and you shall ascertain, knock to make the truth before you naked.*
So fallen in reverence upon the knees
A chill rendered without cold breeze.
And the three transformed by man ignoble
Yet not simply here, but to judgment global.
Alas, remember this time of year,
A time to hold dear and cheer.
The time to recount first breath,
Yet a time to celebrate death,
Defeated.
Dec 25, 2012
Dec 25, 2012 at 12:41 AM UTC
Young bliss
a fragrant kiss.
Lips slumber
eyes agaze.
Arms aflame
damp passion.
Enmeshed in desire
Bloomed within.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 1:52 PM UTC
Hello father Poetry
These kids are always insisting
Their words are incendiary
"His father is nonexisting."
Mother speaks your name
She sings your praise
Tells me you're the god of flame
Which has left my heart agaze.
So I come to ask, father
For some proof of our bloodline
I don't want to bother
I just need something, a sign.
"Hello little one, 'tis true
I will grant you validation
One that I can't undo
Let this be proof of our relation."
"O' father how giddy my viens
A cure to this disparage
Can I take the reins?
Let me steer the carriage."
"Not even Zeus can control
This golden chariot drawn by steeds.
Only the dark horizon I can patrol
But one promise that I can't break was agreed.
Take care now and heed this warning.
Take a firm grip and don't let the reins slip
You are the bringer of morning
Sailing the horizon like a cosmic ship."
"Thank you father, this is all I will ask.
This will cauterize those words so forlorn
And bring sunshine for all to bask
Now watch me with this gold I adorn."
So off I went with sunshine in tow
O' how this sunshine was a'glow
Look at the burning horizon how the fire river did flow
The horses bucked, a grip loosed a fate my father did know.
Nothing I could do but dive down
Setting fire to Africa's lush vegetation
Scorching the lands turning green to brown
A lightning bolt struck, for I caused this ruination.
Now I sleep among the wine dark sea
Epitaph that reads:
"Here Phaethon lies who in the sun-god's chariot fared.
And though greatly he failed, more greatly he dared."
Jun 12, 2018
Jun 12, 2018 at 10:51 AM UTC
Kiss me with the colours of your breath
And serenade me with the strings of the lyre
Let the music play my favourite note
And plunge me near the blaze of love
Where passions burn into gentle flames
Like showers of winning confetti
Your words engrave the sweetest graffiti
Upon my eager earlobe
When you smile fresh waters spill
And wild birds stand agaze
And when you touch my wanting lips
Passions revive anew
Your imperfections perfectly fit my puzzle
There is no room for a scuffle
My mind is coloured with thoughts of you
And my heart picks up the residue
Come oh come my sweet dove
Let's commit the legal crime of love
I will sit under the autumn maple tree
Where butterflies engage the hummingbirds
I'll surely wait till you appear
To fill my warm embrace
We shall gaze into utter space
And fill it with our maze
Nov 4, 2021
Nov 4, 2021 at 6:23 AM UTC