"agleam" poems
On the molded plastic black keys
Tip- tap tipping away
Smiling wickedly
With self-satisfaction
Words deliberately in a sociopathic array
Crazed Eyes agleam
Thoughts rambling across the planets
In and out of reality
Both far and away
Each letter vibrates with its own life
The deranged wordsmith's release
So the clicking and typing
Systemic vacant sounds
Never seem to cease
To the mad poet
The combinations of descriptive words
Overpowering
Promotes the disease
Hypnotizing
Beguiling
Calling in a sweet voice
To the mad poet
In letters A to Z
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Tammy M Darby
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 6:30 PM UTC
She sits by darkened hearth
No warmth now issues forth
Her tattered clothes look more like rags than a dress
But still she carries on
Even when hope is gone
For a princess is a princess nonetheless
If dancing at the ball
Or scrubbing floor and wall
In scullery or in carriage for a ride
Hanging linen out to dry
Or set on throne most high
None of that can ever change what is inside
For it’s not silken gown
Not scepter, sword, or crown
Nor poise to rule court with great ability
Look closer and you’ll find
A heart that’s good and kind
Are the signs of grace and true nobility
Of palaces she dreams
White horses matched in teams
With jewels agleam and in its place each tress
Though life may be unjust
She is regal in the dust
For a princess is a princess nonetheless
Jul 19, 2022
Jul 19, 2022 at 10:26 PM UTC
THE host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:
Empty your heart of its mortal dream.
The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,
Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our ******* are heaving, our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving, our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.
The host is rushing 'twixt night and day,
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling i{Away, come away.
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I wonder 'oo and wot 'e was,
That 'Un I got so slick.
I couldn't see 'is face because
The night was 'ideous thick.
I just made out among the black
A blinkin' wedge o' white;
Then biff! I guess I got 'im crack --
The man I killed last night.
I wonder if account o' me
Some ***** will go *****
And 'eaps o' lives will never be,
Because 'e's stark and dead?
Or if 'is missis damns the war,
And by some candle light,
Tow-headed kids are prayin' for
The Fritz I copped last night.
I wonder, 'struth, I wonder why
I 'ad that 'orful dream?
I saw up in the giddy sky
The gates o' God agleam;
I saw the gates o' 'eaven shine
Wiv everlastin' light:
And then . . . I knew that I'd got mine,
As 'e got 'is last night.
Aye, bang beyond the broodin' mists
Where spawn the mother stars,
I 'ammered wiv me ****** fists
Upon them golden bars;
I 'ammered till a devil's doubt
Fair froze me wiv affright:
To fink wot God would say about
The bloke I corpsed last night.
I 'ushed; I wilted wiv despair,
When, like a rosy flame,
I sees a angel standin' there
'Oo calls me by me name.
'E 'ad such soft, such shiny eyes;
'E 'eld 'is 'and and smiled;
And through the gates o' Paradise
'E led me like a child.
'E led me by them golden palms
Wot 'ems that jeweled street;
And seraphs was a-singin' psalms,
You've no ideer 'ow sweet;
Wiv cheroobs crowdin' closer round
Than peas is in a pod,
'E led me to a shiny mound
Where beams the throne o' God.
And then I 'ears God's werry voice:
"Bill 'agan, 'ave no fear.
Stand up and glory and rejoice
For 'im 'oo led you 'ere."
And in a nip I seemed to see:
Aye, like a flash o' light,
My angel pal I knew to be
The chap I plugged last night.
Now, I don't claim to understand --
They calls me Bonehead Bill;
They shoves a rifle in me 'and,
And show me 'ow to ****
Me job's to risk me life and limb,
But . . . be it wrong or right,
This cross I'm makin', it's for 'im,
The cove I croaked last night.
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The cauldron bubbles and sputters and pops.
Odors from a foul witches' brew
Fill the mansion. It's called the Nightmare
On Pennsylvania Avenue.
A ghoulish warlock babbles gibberish,
Spreading deceit, anger, and fear.
He summons his lackey ghouls to his chamber.
They bow to the ghastly profiteer.
Their incantations reverberate
Through the rooms and down the halls.
The din stifles the voices of reason
And bounces off the windows and walls.
Witches assisting the grisly assembly
Grovel and spew nonsensical chatter,
While friendly ghosts, horrified,
Grab all their belongings and scatter.
The leading warlock raises his staff
To silence all the ear-piercing shrieking.
"Our work here has barely begun,"
He shouts, "in a manner of speaking.
"We have a lot more poison to spread
To circulate anxiety and doubt.
All we must do is stir the ***
To give them something to worry about.
"Fan the flames of division and discord.
My techniques are tried and true.
Keep 'em guessing; then you've got 'em.
And then you cater to the chosen few.
"We have more rivers to poison,
Coastlines to alter, lands to sell,
Coffers to fill, coffers to rob,
And voices to quiet. Welcome to hell!"
The glowering sycophants dance and cheer--
Thirsty for blood, eyes agleam.
"Dishonesty is the best
Policy," they fervently scream.
Oh, it's a frightening Halloween night
When one's worst nightmare comes true:
The gruesome, macabre, spine-chilling Nightmare
On Pennsylvania Avenue.
-by Bob B (10-31-18)
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 9:53 AM UTC
Often, we masquerade behind words without weight
Words that coldly costume our minds, but rob our warmth
I know you’ve euphemized, for me, speech forged in hate
Just as my mouth belies each loving thought I form
When burdened, your mask slips to lay bare hidden eyes
Eyes flatly calm, though agleam with muted malice
While I’m a hypocrite to disclose webs and lies
Still, our beloved ones should not act at loving us
My rarest friend, please, know that to my heart you’re near
And the sword you have carried is a pointless one
For I fall on my own, year after wounded year
I chastise on behalf of all when day is done
So, if the veil grows too heavy, then let it fall
Your shrewdly made disguise does not relieve my pain
The truth can never cut like secrets, after all
There are furtive daggers in the smiles you have feigned
We are all alone, and I, in suit, am alone
And I’m still not sure where life’s path will lead, my friend
Maybe to a lover or child with to atone
Someone real whose hand I’ll hold in my story’s end
Feb 21, 2013
Feb 21, 2013 at 3:48 PM UTC
The doves, the doves
they fall from the heavens
for you, love
The doves, the doves
at your feet
they bow and kiss
your sores
heal your wounds
The doves, the doves
in your locks of brown and bark
they tangle
bring flowers for you
sprinkle their petals into your strands
The doves, the doves
they breathe your scent
lavender incense,
the first snow of winter,
trees and moss
The doves, the doves
lost in your eyes,
agleam, a striking color
mimicking the forests,
soft,
kind
The doves, the doves
they melt
at the chime of your voice
you laugh
you sing
like jingling bells
riding the winds
The doves, the doves
they worship your compassion,
the way you stroke their necks
and kiss their beaks
with such ginger touches,
absolutely mesmerizing,
ruffling their feathers
The doves, the doves
will follow you
until their wings
no longer sprout feathers
they will raise generations
to fill their spaces
to continue their love
for as long as you live
they will love you
your children
and your children’s children
The doves, the doves
will cry tears
of sunflowers
when you pass
and will scorn the Gods
when they take you
from them.
Feb 19, 2018
Feb 19, 2018 at 9:17 PM UTC
night has befallen your eyes agleam,
iris casting shadows on those unseen -
falling, falling deep; darling, dearest
my gaze will catch you from the darkest pits - you
crestfallen, asleep - weaping on the tower's peak.
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May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 5:54 AM UTC
For Elisabeth Eitel------Il miglior fabbro
Snow White of course, I love the sort
With sensuous repose
Was dancing on the bar not far
from where I kept the rows
Of Houses Black that snuggle back
and tingle in your toes
“To Liquid's floor” I did implore
“My Lady, come to dream
Please leave your heights and fill my nights
with thoughts of softest cream
(She jumped to me, I caught her clean
and brought her to the ground)
Somehow she knew then, right away, just what her night had found
Another smooth, deceptive fool whose heart could only pound
She bit in spite, hard down in me
A ****** path of entropy
I grabbed her, whispering low and mean
“I'll teach you of the XOR machine...”
She cocked an eye but failed to see
so on I went impatiently
“I'll teach you of the XOR machines
where one and one to nothing come
but all alone are free”
Smiling sly she arced a stream
(with new light in her eyes agleam)
of blood upon the dancing sea
into the noice of girls and boys
with mad emphatic glee
Q.E.D.
Aug 10, 2012
Aug 10, 2012 at 5:38 AM UTC
A mermaid swimming through alluring and mysterious seas with locks agleam
Encountering luminous dreams as her heart whispers ancient melodic themes
A soul beaming with brilliance; if only she acknowledged the significance of her commendable resilience
Just like the moon, going through phases; mind aiming to make sense of the manifestations articulately awakened through these audacious vibrations
Strange yet undeniable phenomenon - elegantly enduring ambivalent sentiments and soaring through desolate temperaments
Pheromones and oxytocin; the potion creating the commotion between this interwoven devotion towards harmonic onward motion
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 8:44 AM UTC
purple,
violent with love
so deep beyond sight
but silver calm serene as well--
the flicker-mood incarnate,
a swiper styled at the center crux of being
that better me,
likes to hide all foxy
in giggle fits of cosmic nothing else but play
--amethyst beams
and silhouetted sundust whirls
of pain dispersed and lethe wards agleam
Feb 10, 2013
Feb 10, 2013 at 8:52 PM UTC
that raven,shiny feathers
of funeral black, with eye agleam
was just about the largest i have seen
caught sight of it dragging tenderized
roadkill home for dinner,
it may well have been
a crow for it swore at me
before it went, fark, fark
whilst wrangle the possum carcass
away into the dark,
a shadow seeking the shadows
to feast and to park it's heavy load
it's beady eye glinted in the dying
of the sun, it hopped and pranced
like it was having a ball, then dipped
it's sleek head into the pile of gore
and all my fantasies of the blackbird's geniality
are sadly to be .....nevermore
Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 5:36 AM UTC
Were you always a killer,
commendable, expendable
secret agent girl?
Were you always a dancer, entrancer,
Irene Adler, romancer,
secret agent girl?
Were you smart or kind of heart,
lover of art, playing your part.
secret agent girl?
Were you feared or revered,
a pioneer of weird,
secret agent girl?
Were you a dream, beauty supreme,
eyes all agleam, more than you seemed,
secret agent girl?
Who lost you, tossed you
and at what cost due,
secret agent girl?
When did they rob you of your glory,
rewrite author, title, story,
secret agent girl?
Where did they take you, break you,
make you into something new,
secret agent girl?
Are you Cold War fossil lost in time,
too young to be old, past no prime,
secret agent girl?
Beneath the earth, above the sky,
not allowed to cry, to die, are you,
secret agent girl?
Who were you before your halo cracked,
before the fact, your devil's pact,
secret agent girl?
I'll kiss you, miss you,
this bliss is amiss,
secret agent girl.
It's time to go, leave me alone,
you broken hero,
secret agent girl.
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 3:00 PM UTC
Where forlorn sunsets flare and fade
On desolate sea and lonely sand,
Out of the silence and the shade
What is the voice of strange command
Calling you still, as friend calls friend
With love that cannot brook delay,
To rise and follow the ways that wend
Over the hills and far away?
Hark in the city, street on street
A roaring reach of death and life,
Of vortices that clash and fleet
And ruin in appointed strife,
Hark to it calling, calling clear,
Calling until you cannot stay
From dearer things than your own most dear
Over the hills and far away.
Out of the sound of the ebb-and-flow,
Out of the sight of lamp and star,
It calls you where the good winds blow,
And the unchanging meadows are:
From faded hopes and hopes agleam,
It calls you, calls you night and day
Beyond the dark into the dream
Over the hills and far away
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The secret of your smile glows like gold on the dreams I dream
In the darkest places, your voice is a silver-lighted sound
Millions of others can see your smile agleam
Yet not know, this happiness I’ve found
Embroidered moments of pleasure entwine around my heart
While the brightest moon shines silently above
Ever wide is the subtlest ray you impart
When you smile, I can feel your love
Your voice is a shining echo that claims my constant heart
I will always treasure each word as a precious pearl
From the moment, first light of dawn imparts
Still, when all light leaves this world
Might I ever go searching for your smile to gild my day
Your voice to light the darkness in my heart
Embroidered in the riches, only you can send my way
With the widest subtle ray, your smile imparts
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 1:39 AM UTC
Two Christmases ago,
Morning cold hovers in electrons.
Frost covers the Chevrolet
Backed by whiteness
Under zero degree sunlight
The old farm place sees morning
Bright and calm....
The ancient barn,
**** frosted roof agleam,
Stands downhill to the north,
Below a curving tractor trail
Cut in the snow...
At the other end of those tracks,
Eighty-one and counting,
You are crawling down
the tractor steps,
Pulling battered buckets
from the ancient fodder shack,
Hobbling to the cattle troughs...
Doing what you love to do...
Have done for fifty years....
I am taking pictures at the house,
Amazed at the cold and frost;
An onlooker now,
Somehow aware that I can not
Follow you...or won't,
Wistful still for attentions
you always freely gave
To kine instead of kin.
Could I go back,
Would I go down
To trough the feed?
I tell myself I would,
Or I would not.
The image burns coldly,
Electrically before me,
And only vaguely I'm aware
That you have slipped away.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 11:53 PM UTC
in a bathtub full of cigarette butts
you feel the cuts from where the what happened was
the tiles clean
the main scenes agleam
serene
the way it'd been flossed in between
so many wished evade desire
the smoldering questions start a fire
a breeding fawn bleeds slowly on
the withering cactus on the lawn
though not too far
beneath the moon
would the dark's ending begin soon
and the same **** thing when the owl sings
at the wingless being only he sees
because the right thing never mattered too much
as another lost friendship fuels a crutch
stare from square one
and request a redo
glare at a scared son
for what he can see through
turn the light out now
if you need to
and open up wider
while i feed you.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 3:21 PM UTC
.
*Longing, you gaze through the curtains
Lost in the moon’s glowing light
Stillness awash in the heavens
A hush on the whispers a’ flight
Promises echoed in stardust
Softly as wind on a wing
Smiles that form in the distance
Thoughts in the quiet now bring
Sighs of each breath ever taken
Affectionate phrases a’ flow
Desires agleam in the darkness
Peaceful horizons now show
Hearing his voice say I love you
Even though you are apart
Knowing this night as you listen
In silence, he speaks to your heart*
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 9:37 PM UTC
(trioletish)
she is lithe and serene
as the staid air melts, frantic.
as she befriends a sable fiend
she is lithe and opaline.
for completion, they convene
and together study the bleak, pedantic.
she is lithe and agleam
as the staid air melts, prismatic.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 4:48 PM UTC
Her thought on my head,
Waking up to her dream.
Warmth of my bed,
Relish the doughnut cream.
Poetry that no longer bled,
Flowing in seamless stream.
Watching how the day sped,
Remembering my work team.
I now just need to focus what I was fed,
My self-confidence touches a new theme.
The theme is not self-centered,
Now I watch my work's completion beam.
The theme is now work-centered,
I have found salvation in my eyes agleam.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 6:58 PM UTC
That day I did happen upon
A mountain that I thought to there climb.
This mount was tall, greatly peaked
And crowned, as the wise splendor, with snow.
Daunting, the task calls me forth
Eyes agleam with fierce joy, I test my worth.
Young and brash, so did I run,
Zeal yet unripened on wisdom's vine,
Until strengths end I had reached
And then my foolishness I did know.
As I sat to catch my breath
Shame now would surely bring about my death.
Yet as I sat, risen, the Sun
With gentle beams, lit a path now mine.
Slow steps I take; Caution I heed.
Steadily now to that peak I go,
Each step holds its own great cause
I stride onward, forward, no more to pause.
Jul 18, 2012
Jul 18, 2012 at 12:11 AM UTC
There is poetry in your eyes;
the call of spring rests on your teeth.
When thieving lovers punch and prise,
in generosity you bequeath,
a piece of you in evergreen,
a piece that leaves you incomplete.
How vulnerable and bare you seem,
and your lips taste of defeat.
[it's 9:28pm and the moon is sending me tremors and I'm
burning but nothing makes me shiver as much as your]
Eyes steeped in beauty agleam,
as lilacs bloom around your feet.
How vulnerable and bare you seem,
your lips taste soft and sweet.
Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC
Where is your heart steadfast?
Has it gone to follow some weary dream
And left you here to wallow in the past?
Pray, tell me its awful scheme.
Has it gone to follow some weary dream:
Your heart of gold, my lover last?
Pray tell me its awful scheme
That I may rescue you fast.
Your heart of gold, my lover last--
Gone, I fear, to drown in the stream.
That I may rescue you fast
Never lose your eyes agleam.
Gone, I fear, to drown in the stream,
And left you here to wallow in the past
Never lose your eyes agleam;
Where is your heart steadfast?
Jan 26, 2011
Jan 26, 2011 at 5:21 AM UTC
Inquiring sons of daughters,
Equipt
Of a day, one day,
The unmalleable grounds
Of Untanga gardens
Will beget,
By far Richer.
Than today
Down to their own sons
Of a day, one day
Our land,
Agleam in lights of progress.
Surging nights
Bedeviled by the buzz of utopian youth
They, then also
Down to their sons
Of a day, one day
So on
And on...
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 10:55 AM UTC