"arnay" poems
Sentient twas breeze on nights chilled whispers,
In the magic of moon and darkness,
A slip of silver cast her wing tips,
I watched told by those, whom lay with stars,
Athena billows near perching oak and tree,
Harbinger of spring hungry yet not starved,
Deceive thee, ah tis bane silent thoughts to hear,
Into the darkness of souls inspiration dances near,
Teach I shall be done by voice fire and silent air,
Listening to subtleties, I carry the hidden,
Many see my repose,
Malevolent mine eyes I can tear,
Standing near thy window I Athena
── Am owl peering near
© ASPAR (Arnay Rumens) 2014
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC
My heathen greeting for I am old now
Wildfowl whispered on marshland like maidens around burning fires,
The Norse winds breathing in my soul ‘Odin doth call’
Blood is the sweat of this iron sword; proud are war smiths
I watch the coal biter musing in blood damp earth,
Before a fire and smoke of tallow he dreams of war
Fill these horns to brim, for I shall drink to Odin’s law
And eat I this meal of bread oyster and mussel shell
I see heavens stained blood red clouds as we cross the rainbow crystal bridge, we shall enter Valhalla victorious once more,
Lo shall they bleed at shores blooded by iron the Saxons fall,
Raged fires shall consume their roof as thunder of north comes forth
You call us ****** that which pierces dark shadows,
We blow our horn in assembly before Odin warriors of the north
Settings suns shone red as quiet falls, serene I see Valhalla
the goat and mead hall, roasting beef and herring
I no longer fear drowning suns for the Valkyries sweet song I do hear
Freyja shall breathe my new reign at dawn
The old wars are over but our fight shall ne’er end,
─ Lo I see my father
ASPAR (Arnay Rumens) © 2013
Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 7:40 AM UTC
Is life a story, is life magick dreaming to love?
I gazed up. “Standing below the elephantine magnolia,
the ground still bore Tuscany ochre from autumns last kiss.”
My eyes solivagant orbs fed on spring’s dews in mourning
──jewellery clinging opulently to her naked form.
Dawn chilled the breeze caressing her body as abscission
demanded she undressed her emerald gown of leaves.
Magenta and cream blooms sprang “loudly” seducing
─ blushing mauve crowned centres,
a population of endless figurines perched motionless on aching
naked branches.
Solomon’s seal burned white within me drunk impending suns arrows, opulent words of silver Verbus diablio kissed in a cauldron
of Magnolia words, a banquet for mortals that seek loves gold.
A lone spider echoed silence bearing the sigil of Jupiter’s
vermillion and white spun striations luffing on the breeze
warming. “Magnolia dressed the day ardent in perfumed
── glorious plumes that each set sail across waking skies.”
Ablaze I am luscious dreams wrapped in sweet nectar,
travelling limbic memories breathing deeply, held captive,
wanton within her labyrinths of silk caresses, petals whispering,
sweet love as she engulfs my last resolve.
In raptures white velvet gown my hem sweeps over gold russet
and brittle autumns words forged in winters need for warmth──mind leaves crunching beneath life’s changing seasons,
stitched I cling enamoured to mortal honeymoon summered fields.
I am the female of sapphire tears twisting, glittering melting ice shards, bequeathed of pained black stars travelled on passionate magick fires, breathed on melodious Roma nights.
Rested among the branches a mantel crucified- drunk once more,
a bloom held silent in time weeping, exploding fragrant in a coloured soul, a luffing flower creature to life──crowned
──to sun hope thorns.
©ASPAR (A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens)
Dec 9, 2018
Dec 9, 2018 at 6:17 AM UTC
Moon drops splayed themselves
as though crystal blankets on summers ethereal stream,
Violet memories traced her deep obsidian eyes
How she beseeched Lethe’s empty flow
Night stars dreamed of patchouli perfumed rhymes
Ebon blooms dance with dulcet tones,
And fireflies whimsically danced to tune
Unspent words whispered from bottles of hope stored,
Hypnotized by sweet bees, her heart swept laden fruit groves
─ As hunger ate her soul
Eucalyptus his breath against a smoked filled dawn
A wood fire burned and hands clasped content
Tender his silk fingers traced blush her lips,
Consecrated by night she devoured poetic blooms
Of gold the cauldron blazed how yellow the young flame
One drop be lemon acid boiled black she sang,
Tasting dreams on smoke tarnished in polished prose,
How she bayed to moon’s blueberry gaze and bled geranium red,
By his voice herbs and stones weep and she forgets
─ she forgets, only the night moon bleeds
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet
May 6, 2015
May 6, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
On her knee sat a pallet of paints, a blank canvas and the trees, slowly her eyes closed into the emerald depths,
Once not long ago, the splendour of winters nature witch was in silent slumber on crisp meadows, gone are blood berries of Holly’s frozen clusters, I see hedges spiked and glossy leaves,
Awake I am moving past the trees, nowever will I wonder in glades of silver and green, I am a gentle jewel entwined within trees
High pitch calls of the little owls are peeking, the woods be alive
Little Robin Ruby Red breast is showing a deep chest, serenading me,
A badger munching and crunching yonder I see,
Tiny oak trees sprouting upward, a little gift from the squirrel’s scurrying year
High above, a Raven black ink to my eyes.
A jet feather is floating free, a gift from my beloved woods in mind
Feeling the leaves dancing among big oaks trees, maples, beech and twigs are spiraling down enchanting on me,
Whispering are the leaves that move, now dark, now light
In the morn Wildwood tear drops of sliver hung on clever leaves, fairies are laughing hither tither and yon, sun catching their smiles in glitter,
Golden rays bow to the dancers in the green glens and groves
Apple and pear trees laden with blossom perfume the air,
Sweet grass is tickling my legs, and lady bird red wing sings in the passing warm breeze, gazing upon Blue bell carpets just for me
Into nights spell
A voice wind runs through my hair, come and dance by the edge of the sea, I will guild you on a moon beam a bride to be, cooling the passion you feel, Beech nut husks crunch at my feet, and acorns marbles are laughing at me
Wildwood possessed dew drop lips, majestic of night in the glades of silver green,
Summer’s evening fire warming the passion you feel, dressed in cotton, wire and silks purple be, I am who you invoke and have always been, come to the edge of the Wildwood's near the sea to dance come be thee
── Gently her eyes fluttered open, lifting her brush, smiling she began her self-portrait among the trees.
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet T20.2014
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:44 AM UTC
He opened his eyes in a night sky,
Waxed black and fed by dews darkness,
Ebon and incarnadine mists consumed the air,
One hundred ravens in coracinet played
Soft music gliding her pale feet,
Quivering a flutter she swayed dreaming,
Before his black oak door,
Long his finger enchanted the path,
Fluttering onward in rapture,
The bell rings and rings,
Come dance, dance with thee,
Enchanted ye be
Her naked withering pallid body,
Of silk and chiffon he enfolded,
Her lips tasting amber and figs ripening,
Coruscating maidens swirled an epitome of dance
Not until she was dark grown repentance,
Renouncing all others,
Only then he shall devour upon her,
A bargain be struck,
Swept away riven by her dreaming plea,
My lady crowned dance with thee,
Beholdeth spelled she be troth,
And the Raven King hungered upon her lips
Forever radiant enchanted black,
── Unto the dance of night, his eternally bound
© Arnay Rumens 2015
Aug 17, 2015
Aug 17, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Sleep surprised her like rain drops surprised a lakes surface,
In a dream she walked in silence,
Wave songs rushed the sandy shore,
his gaze so silent yet she could hear music,
his beating heart
She lived a pleasure in her dream, touching,
running her hand threw his hair,
gliding hands over rippled muscles,
smelling his warmth on her skin,
his lips meeting her aching breath
On the soft breeze he paused,
the sun dipped below the distant ocean,
In the blackness he bowed his head,
diamonds he whispered on her lips
─ Diamonds in the sky.
© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet N 2014
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
But there are some who dream not as others dream,
whose is not as others see.
Gaze through strangers eyes,
such are not what they seem by day,
but rule the world by night.
Carved doors opened in their dreams,
“Welcome lustful ladies, re rasped,
Allow me pleeeese to introduce my immortal garden,
I await your beautiful eyeeees
His handsome hand sweeping for their gaze to follow
The Hadein orchestra played, amberic melodies pierced the air,
****** red skies hung low overhead,
A burning path of crystals afire,
His voice poetic,
Come, come ladies into the dreams on a delicious night path,
─ And so they sleep charmed in dreams
His garden sea emerged as though surging with a slow thick tide,
Hot perfumed metallic air hung as ladies giggled,
Endless jewels of weeping eyes looked to he,
─ Pausing to gaze upon a flower, his smile vulpine
His guests lowered fluttering eyes.
Flowers quivered ***** flesh petals glistened,
beaded with sweet blood sparkles,
At each center a lone mortal eye gazed back,
A sea of stem throats slashed,
forever screaming for his pleasure
Thorn ******* sewn with sinew wept blood,
Endlessly, faithfully dripping returning,
below to the blood wine feeding his garden art
Moaning, they the melodies of hades,
And the night masters sermon begins,
─ “Ladies, beautiful ladies allow me to introduce my immortal garden
Seek you me in your garden of dreams”
© 2016 A Sol Poet Arnay Rumens
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 5:37 AM UTC
I thought you hung the moon in night skies,
Polishing the stars on my skin,
A welkin soul a rose loves rain
In the sacred grove immortal chestnuts scattered at your base,
O rapture of hearts thirsty, lucid you proclaimed nectar redder wines,
Bitter was his blood weeping wine from branches high
Every rose word shed immortal tears, intoxicated I lay upon his soil,
Madness sweet devotion yearned in my bitter blood wine,
O dismay such tears did rain
Seared my flesh naked, stabbed stupid with thorns,
Whitherward I was to vanish once more, a parched rose,
O’er perfumed mounds his children breathe
Talent he mused, mental is the artistic bleeder,
Born in one single nights kiss,
Bitten you swallowed thy stars, his throaty laugh
Drown you clever ***** in amaranthine dreams,
He rode through my soul filled veins,
Repulsed as I sin, umbriferous from loves bright sun
Learn he played, his song be bound in mortal pain,
Live thee without thy rain,
A statue weeps rosy wine,
~ For Judas dances in bleeding rain ~
© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet N 2014
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 11:07 PM UTC
It is black always black,
It is black in the light,
Tis void you and I black,
****** deeply void,
Alone in black am I
Shadows creak loomed the darkness,
Eyes bleed crimson slithers,
Mind filled with pungent aromas,
Rotting flesh smells I
Reaching twisting they move of the night,
Corridors screaming, laughing, buzzing,
Feeding, ticking thoughts thinks I
Doors bang and lock clutched temples,
pain stabbing fire,
blood pounds and pours dead are they,
ebony risers of the night
Shush shush sweeping blood slippers slide,
Shush shush sounds the old hag with broom
Pouring bloods,
tis perfumed I smell
Clanging keys black rooms screaming,
iced breath swirls, old cold hand brushes by,
Ever cold is water here electric red I see,
blood red nails screaming blackboards,
Screeching Seething and howling pierced am I
Writhing pain restrained jacket and I,
— Beseech me oh dead in white,
Locked away bathed in blood lonely heart,
Polished broken window moon eyes,
Mortal hell chained to die—
© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet 2012
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:30 AM UTC
Welcome to darkness, tis imagination which
reaches the darkest valley
In the valley of Hades resides I, darkness prevails,
moons and skies of deepest purple,
they are black enveloped in darkness here
Black roses fall above dead skies like obsidian glass,
they smash here into millions of red dancing eyes
Rushing forming the Phlegethon River of blood fires,
Erinys the dead mind, the lost, are all welcome here
Night walkers roam without eyes,
Suffocation is sweet death, no air can you breathe here,
Vrykolakas shift dimensions in night’s payment,
Fresh dead are the souls
Spiders of eight whip, bite and sink deep into eyes,
Scorpion’s sting at rotten limbs, no light shines,
No sun lingers upon flesh,
─ Reserved is your place here ─
Death by imagination, shadows creep and walls scream
Screaming souls run through mind,
Bodies severed and blood fountains rain,
─ Yes it is ****** hell and dark here ─
Werewolf’s roam, ripping, dripping, devoured bodies,
Feast your eyes upon black mother snakes,
Coiled they crush bones, Venomous fangs sliced flesh,
Hissing the mothers laugh,
Orinein you dead of dismal blackness
Gorge you from this table of cold fleshes; hear flesh screaming
as you open, squirming inside, cold blood pounds in your head,
Blood runs from your ears, eyes bleeding into blooded wine
The knife before you, as you slice from head to toe,
Laughing there is no escape,
─ For you are dead ─.
She, Hades and Cerberus will hold you here, her walls are portraits,
Withering fleshes, long dead beauties pinned black paper;
ice cold diamonds drip in her gallery,
His gift of black blooded roses fill her chest,
Polished to points her bed sharp coals, purple flames burn evermore….
her throne weaved mothers, eighty eight heads,
before them you are dead,
A miserable dream, no hope as you pass through Adamantine gates,
Black fading submerged into the Lethe, slowly to nothingness,
~Dead are you here ~
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2013
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:57 AM UTC
His topper reflected prisms,
And hair burned under his moon glance,
How ephemeral was midnight,
Darkness dressing my hair in stars,
His smile the light spill from a broken moon,
A claret glass bursting with blood skies,
His plumage exodus stealth netherworld ,
Trithing shards in flamed heat,
Black salt pastes orinein wounds,
Kirk yard elementals despoil spirits of all hell,
Strix cackle, taunt on nightly transvections,
A viridescent sadness wakes alone.
Saudade no seasons doth befall,
Trapped in concupiscence darkest tale void of intemperance
── Clad in loves spectural crown
Arnay Rumens © 12/ 2014
Apr 7, 2015
Apr 7, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
I held your dying body as you gazed into my liquid eyes,
You breathed a last blessing within my soul,
We swore an oath, do you remember?
Upon the darkness, calm were the waves that sleep with the stars,
Your pained body took peace
Long summer suns blister my parched lips,
I pledged to search for you my beloved,
Giants in the valleys sway in warm summer breezes,
Walking a dream I smell your freshness on forests floors
The fields bloom and golden daffodils smile to the sun,
Birds sing of springs love, on a blue summer’s eve,
I wander this world alone breathless without you,
Awaken to me this infinite love to fill my soul,
For I am incomplete, a flame waiting ever waiting for your crystal smile
── Aching the poet wept in the starlight alone
© Arnay Rumens /A Sol Poet 11. 2013
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:54 AM UTC
Of ev’nings music I hear the spheres
My thoughts all exchanged for dreams
With tears and prayers
Yet I you refused
Lament and love
I have complained
And all my sour – sweet days
Disobey and to complain, yet praise
Subjugated I dwell in your tenderness
My dreaming dream
Your rich gold trees & milk meadows
Maple's flashing leaves falling rains
Deceit, to hear, I did not listen
My laborious devotion
Two melting stars meeting
In breathless throe
Breeze's gentle sigh's
A star spilled province weaved in love
My dreaming dream
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
Where reverent suns are red,
I inhale a golden sun and hold the moon,
Floating in a cosmic centered bath
Dancing in ablaze of space,
Communing with sentient splitting stars
naked I have roamed among
ravenous red fire flowers in bloom,
lips, juicy sweet ardent wet fervours
Earth spinning, my dance be illusion,
To his kisses I forever weaved magenta trees,
Breathing earth’s day of vermillion,
Chasing samsaric robes, torn in
confusion, I grasp egolessness,
How I flickered black and white to and fro
The immortal swordless in his arms,
the awakened watcher in sky robes,
Yearning for star fields,
yet poisoned by the darkest snake,
Whispering, whispering,
his hallow raptures of
“Love”
─ © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet Ju. 112014
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 4:47 AM UTC
O darling, darling
I’m so in love with thee
For you must know
My veins amber fire
My heart an old oak tree
I hear soft syllables
Standing here
Many a year
I have watched thee
Bending deep
Sitting preen
O darling you gardener
Silent your till
When you are near
Long do I in reach
Yet watch I sun play
On brown rich tints
Your hair
No longer soft
Are my leaves
Waning are limbs
Slow has been age
On English forests edge
Whispering in winds
Majestic nights
Quivering leaves
I dreamt of thee
Tis I Hama that hides
When you are near
Many a long day
I have loved thee
Yet danced in your till
Sung among rose splendours
Tickling buttercup sparkles
O’er golden sun sets
Skipping along nights
Silvery moonbeams
For you must know
O darling, darling
I’m in love with thee
Creatures of blue skies
Have come to die at mine feet
From deep beloved forest
Poisoned they came to die
Darker now my base
Yellow my leaves
Grandfather sings to me
Watching silently
My place of passion
Dreaming of ancient glories
My prison is palace
It is time to leave this world
To dance with night butterflies
And sleep with sparkling mercury
Star clad skies
Good bye my time is near
Remember me
For I am with the buttercups
Yet blooming as you touch me
Your prize white rose that spirits the fence
O Darling, darling
I’m in love with thee
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:50 AM UTC
Lo! Such is bright a moon along night sky,
Distant was evenings Christmas lights,
I wondered o’er winter’s vista,
Perplexed, standing peering, a frozen pond
Beneath frozen birch trees I paused,
Watching silent and dreary,
Alabaster ornaments stretched a far,
Not a poet gay anymore
Pensive perched on a chilly hill,
Breathing frills spiralled through chilled air,
My heart, red holly berries bore winters green spikes,
Winter Raven danced fancy nearby thoughtful was I
Gentle hearts greatest treasurer no more,
What wasted power in loves sweet spent flowers,
How rich was the whither?
Of pride forfeited a sad creature my comfortless well
Oh, are weight winter’s shadows clad in his star tears,
Silently watching meteors dance on skies ─ a night cloud passes by,
A face robs now still eye, a breath, a beat in lover’s glare,
A soul set sail, passage a moon, a star sparkled a future pair
Only winter sleeps in silent mists, a winter’s breath
Until summer comes near ─ my darling dear.......
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet N 2014
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 6:58 AM UTC
Forward he leaned gazing to her eyes,
her pale hand he drew to lips,
Shivers leaking her gaze,
she surrendered,
His red lips opening,
hypnotic love whispers
along her hand
Biting
into sweet flesh,
bleed he breathed,
bleed unto my call,
and she oozed crimson flow,
Lowing her pale hand
upon his candled table,
quill in hand he drove its tip into her wound
he wrote to parchment,
My dearest blooded sweetness,
You are my wine,
Pausing, meeting her gaze,
Venturing forth quill dipped crimson flow,
he wrote,
Cold shivered skies, ice moon,
immortal loneliness darkest mind,
my delicious rose white,
I darkest of thorns,
entwined wines
~ Evermore mine ~
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2014
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 10:11 AM UTC
Watching his velour for he was to be my knight,
Dismounting he spoke in clever clichés and poetic chime,
Swooned & enchanted my silk craft flutter upon the ground
Dreaming I of fevered kiss at night chambers,
Unforgettable the offense my skirts held high,
Would he carry the fortune of a king and wisdom of a sage?
Pray tell my good knight of roses across the moon
Merlin be twining the silk thread,
Mine fingers restless in watch over the mazes,
His crafting potions and poisons be pale,
All through bora blue skies trembling flesh am I
One hand to the sky, another to earth below,
Doth love speak there at centre of thy chest?
Admist silent alchemy foretold,
Methought Magick be alone sorrows gold
Smoothing long silks, lily pond sings,
Mine tortured concupiscence
Reflection light is seeping,
Spectral are illusions spawn immortal gold,
Star lights ignite mine love sweet knight
Why so far?
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet 2013
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
How harmonious the amber creeks,
Rocking smoothly from mine chair,
Sipping wormwood, mercury and jupiter tea,
Ambrosial be the air watched from west the shores
Found I, him when my years be only few,
Brooding, betwixt toil and melancholy curses,
One whispers, the other answers,
But, knowing not the suffering be here
‘And, I struck deep his heart fitting proper a jester,
Secrets mine loyal is laughter,
O’ how sweet the mind on Elysian Fields,
Yet divine his despair, so sad, so fresh
O love, I die in your star filled skies,
A sun jewel sinking on velvet drapes,
Dulcet my lonely vapoured song,
Dying, dying, dying
A kiss after death, rotting upward from the netherworld,
O Death, O sweet, wilt thous know immortal passion,
Before pocket and pride?
Drunk of absinth, through hazed did ye love thee?
Mercury sparkles in pools below the chair,
And mine fancies be sky glow worms pulsing near,
Cave hulled labyrinths of memories time passed,
His soul rose into mine blood
I loved thee weaving golden in rocking chair,
Dancing with warm Nile winds,
Flanking sky dragons after sun sparkles,
O he thought heart diseased of loves adoration
Improper the vex was touted, time precious before thee
Of fifty I must be, with magick death and lust I shall be,
And thine so effect lives on in me, a mere trifle ye,
His pastime, dreaming of the skies to be
And still a secret dreaming sweetness in the sea,
He looked upon mine crown of Tao and gold in glee,
Mystics glory in a bed of moonlight death,
Found I, an angel mused he, to call thee fooled
Dreamed I, none be spring, and summer neither more,
And thorned a new crown, the fool his winter dawn,
His claw deep a finger bled, his glory shadowy form,
So, dearest, thou art thy likeness wise dead cold
His darkness uttering shadows, beautiful with thee,
My darkened ways, take Ravens wings ascend yee who read,
Love be, no single tear, yet binds mercuries silver rivers near,
The old amber chair rocked to and fro, grey her hair,
Mortal hands weaved, love runs silver
── whence ever death be near
© Arnay Rumens 2015
Jul 15, 2015
Jul 15, 2015 at 7:27 AM UTC
In the sleepless night skies I called,
To he who runs with stars in his veins,
She who seeks without light one kiss to thee,
And waits in the Black Forest trees,
a vortex in fusion he enters the earth sleep,
wafting of poets moon sparkles,
And of ocean salt I breathed deep
Eyes of coal dust and liquid ruby varnished lips,
And I offer one bite dripping in Jupiter’s flames,
Oh darkest spirit perfume that betrays thee,
Melodious vernacular drains a pulsing heart,
Hunting, hungry, pacing, sniffing mists before me
His mouth a deep sea snake and lava salt pools,
Nails emerge aching to inflict and coax blood forth,
A calling to wet flesh and searing stars are acid weeps,
Deeply, longing I crave to taste thee,
A shudder came o’er me
In seeping fragrant dark I have walked,
Stretching eternity,
Blanketed in empty space fire raised topaz eyes,
Shadows flashed in love frenzied throes,
Snake bitten a hot silver throat spied in darkness,
And by day doth all fade to grey,
I wail and thirsty love binds us in woe,
Ne’er were such leaves and stars on Black Forest trees,
That glittered garnet blood blinking with me
Moon shadow possess their own repose,
O blackest dying hours sewn by epiphany’s content,
Yet days of grey estrangement remain,
Would heaven seem best?
─ Or thy dark kiss once!
© Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet
Dec 27, 2014
Dec 27, 2014 at 4:41 AM UTC
You are like a library, do you know that?
Going slowly crazy looking at endless spines,
enigmatic titles that I have not read everywhere,
purples, blues, reds, indigo,
I want to read you in each last word,
to suffer that impending end
Ah the smell of you in my mind,
the cloistered shadows in corners,
the silence of your vulpine smile,
Glittering crystals on book covers,
gilded writings in gold and silver for miles,
Soft covers, hardbacks
I am in a labyrinths, a maze,
Creative soft chairs are begging,
Come sit and grow,
Visions of other worlds,
Sun stars rotating,
You inspire my secret smile,
My shadows are dancing,
Reading, reading **** it
I miss you
─ © Arnay Rumens 2016
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 1:30 AM UTC
Be we whom are enchanted,
to thee and me
‘Oh can you hear the poets of ole’?
Like a sea of cosmic sirens whispering,
beckoning to ruinous liquid tear shores?
And yet a fire burns in dulcet serenade,
a phoenix sweeps by in offering
lonely nights starlight winter quill
─ Driven brittle illusions thus we write,
a poets song that cannot be sung,
A poetic graveyard summoned,
where diamond dreams never die
─ To thee and me
A private world born of poetry,
─ be amber and obsidian secrets told,
Seek you in a box of Pandora,
Thy gift, a slip of mirror you in sparkling glass,
a puzzle to be a line in write,
and thyself beautiful it shall be,
and so, it is written,
‘Where pretty words bloom and bleed,
And the last precious flower is kissed goodbye
─ in a poets dream
And so it be pendulous contemplation for a
Raven hunts within unrequited,
spilling love, blood and seed,
ectopic words bud and grow in raining malignant-need,
born in flurry of prose to be read golden,
read free
Our incense blood be thrilled in a silent perfumed tomb
Adorned ****** yet breathlessly unholy,
etched on distant wings weaving,
Capturing grandfather’s time,
In a garden of amaranthine words
─ For thee and me
© Arnay Rumens (ASPAR) 07 2016
Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 6:49 AM UTC
There are strange things done in the midnight sky
by witches who linger and fly,
The wind feels crisp in between my teeth,
the moonlight has numbed my lips,
I can taste the galaxies tonight
O’er yonder an orchard of stars are high,
star scapes are like fields of orchids shooting miles of skies,
Raining meteors reflecting in a mug of tea steaming,
Mythical constellations are glistening sinking the dreams
A journal to fill with emptied heart the darkness fills,
Once amongst the stars the night was ours,
How the beam slipped and danced on waves,
Nor Saturn’s master nor star orchard,
In the ice rock laid a spineless thing,
Its poetic sweetness mere feasting a bounty
── There are strange things done in the midnight sky,
by witches who linger and fly Sipping steaming tea,
writing in stars light
── © Arnay Rumens / A Sol Poet JN. 2014
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 11:40 AM UTC
Cado to passions, dreaming of amaranthine promised skies,
Devoured, I lay upon forest’s ash floor in woe,
Emerald his dulcet whisperings, a poets breath burns
Forsaken in jest, bleeding sol’s precious perfume
Dispelled by silence, forgotten in his poetic river of Lethe
© 2016 Arnay Rumens (A Sol Poet)
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC