Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
"battled" poems
1 It was one of those clear,sharp.mustless days That summer and man delight in. Never had Heaven seemed quite so high, Never had earth seemed quite so green, Never had the world seemed quite so clean Or sky so nigh. And I heard the Deity’s voice in The sun’s warm rays, And the white cloud’s intricate maze, And the blue sky’s beautiful sheen. 2 I looked to the heavens and saw him there,— A black speck downward drifting, Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed, Nearer and nearer he slid through space, In an unending aerial race, This sailor who hailed From the Clime of the Clouds.—Ever shifting, On billows of air And the blue sky seemed never so fair, And the rest of the world kept pace. 3 On the white of his head the sun flashed bright; And he battled the wind with wide pinions, Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud, Clearer and clearer he came into view,— Bigger and blacker against the blue. Then a dragon of cloud Gathering all its minions Rushed to the fight, And swallowed him up in a bite; And the sky lay empty clear through. 4 Long I watched. And at last afar Caught sight of a speck in the vastness; Ever smaller,ever decreasing, Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day; Finally ceasing. So into Heaven’s vast fastness Vanished that bar Of black,as a fluttering star Goes out while still on its way. 5 So I lost him. But I shall always see In my mind The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free; The vista’s sky,and the white cloud trailing, Trailing behind,— And below the young earth’s summer-green arbors, And on high the eagle,—sailing,sailing Into far skies and unknown harbors
0
40.4k
The Eagle
1 It was one of those clear,sharp.mustless days That summer and man delight in. Never had Heaven seemed quite so high, Never had earth seemed quite so green, Never had the world seemed quite so clean Or sky so nigh. And I heard the Deity’s voice in The sun’s warm rays, And the white cloud’s intricate maze, And the blue sky’s beautiful sheen. 2 I looked to the heavens and saw him there,— A black speck downward drifting, Nearer and nearer he steadily sailed, Nearer and nearer he slid through space, In an unending aerial race, This sailor who hailed From the Clime of the Clouds.—Ever shifting, On billows of air And the blue sky seemed never so fair, And the rest of the world kept pace. 3 On the white of his head the sun flashed bright; And he battled the wind with wide pinions, Clearer and clearer the gale whistled loud, Clearer and clearer he came into view,— Bigger and blacker against the blue. Then a dragon of cloud Gathering all its minions Rushed to the fight, And swallowed him up in a bite; And the sky lay empty clear through. 4 Long I watched. And at last afar Caught sight of a speck in the vastness; Ever smaller,ever decreasing, Ever drifting,drifting awayInto the endless realms of day; Finally ceasing. So into Heaven’s vast fastness Vanished that bar Of black,as a fluttering star Goes out while still on its way. 5 So I lost him. But I shall always see In my mind The warm,yellow sun,and the ether free; The vista’s sky,and the white cloud trailing, Trailing behind,— And below the young earth’s summer-green arbors, And on high the eagle,—sailing,sailing Into far skies and unknown harbors
Continue reading...
52
I'm made of all; The books I've ever read Poems I've ever written Faces who have smiled at me Hugs that have wrapped around me Caresses that have graced my inner thigh Countries & continents my feet have touched The lovers as we simultaneously reach ecstasy within Lonely nights shedding tear drops Nights gazing black skies moon & stars Children falling asleep to my heartbeat Animals whose soul was found through reflective eye stares Conversations spoken in French, Spanish, Italian, Xhosa, Afrikaans, Norwegian, German Years of ****** cognitive-, dialectical-, art-, drama-, music-, mindfulness-, trauma-, psychiatry-; therapies The drinks & drugs & mind altering substances dispersing my mind In all I'm made of; Love Lust Greed Fear Joy Freedom Longing Dreams Despair Sadness Anger Frustrations Happiness Anxieties Insecurities.... In all I'm made of; A soul; securely contained within a body of battled scars; over; pain & triumphs, losses & gains, rejections & acceptances, dishonours & accolades... With the hope; she too, can live life through. © Sia Jane
0
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:52 PM UTC
Chapters of Self
“Why do you love me?” he heard her whisper in the night. He closed his eyes, a tear forming sure to stain his pillow. *I love you because I do. I love you because the Universe showed me the way to you. I love you because my heart beats your name, my mind drowns in your eyes, my soul feels yours even when we are miles apart. I love you because I have no choice. I didn’t ask to love you. I didn’t need to love you, but I love you just the same. My arms aren’t filled unless you’re in them, and my thirst is not quenched unless you are the drink. I love you because I feel comfort in being out of my comfort zone with you by my side. I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you. It was my soul, and you are its mate. Through the paths we have taken to one another I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here. I battled the gods themselves and faced the raging storms of hell until, one day, the clouds parted and your eyes met mine. I waited, impatiently, for you until that shock from my heart announced your arrival. I know you are scared, my sweet Angel. I know you feel the pangs of fear and the dread of a journey of which no arrival is guaranteed. But I promise you this.  When the demons come I will stand strong with you at my back and you will be protected. When the brimstone comes raining from the sky I will shield you until each storm passes. When the swine and malcontent arrive, I will fight them, and when the battles are over and the storm clouds are gone I will hold your face, look into your eyes, and you will know why I love you.* Gyandeva
0
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
Why do you love me
“Why do you love me?” he heard her whisper in the night. He closed his eyes, a tear forming sure to stain his pillow. *I love you because I do. I love you because the Universe showed me the way to you. I love you because my heart beats your name, my mind drowns in your eyes, my soul feels yours even when we are miles apart. I love you because I have no choice. I didn’t ask to love you. I didn’t need to love you, but I love you just the same. My arms aren’t filled unless you’re in them, and my thirst is not quenched unless you are the drink. I love you because I feel comfort in being out of my comfort zone with you by my side. I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you. It was my soul, and you are its mate. Through the paths we have taken to one another I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here. I battled the gods themselves and faced the raging storms of hell until, one day, the clouds parted and your eyes met mine. I waited, impatiently, for you until that shock from my heart announced your arrival. I know you are scared, my sweet Angel. I know you feel the pangs of fear and the dread of a journey of which no arrival is guaranteed. But I promise you this.  When the demons come I will stand strong with you at my back and you will be protected. When the brimstone comes raining from the sky I will shield you until each storm passes. When the swine and malcontent arrive, I will fight them, and when the battles are over and the storm clouds are gone I will hold your face, look into your eyes, and you will know why I love you.* Gyandeva
Continue reading...
7
And I remember thinking— I wish someone would look at me that way. As if they had battled it for a lifetime, Through seasons and snow and sun - Across cities and oceans and mountains In innocent youth and wearied age, As if they had finally surrendered and had no choice but to look. In the way it takes all a person’s will and strength to look away And they have been worn down, beaten, bruised To the point of weakness, of giving up. And now, all they are left with is their truest self, exposed down to the bone & no strength to battle the inevitable Draw of their eyes to mine. I want someone to look at me as if I am their lifeline, And their death-bringer.
0
Jun 1, 2024
Jun 1, 2024 at 1:26 PM UTC
Kiss of Death
Only Love It began as a love story Crazy days with you Crazy days of faith, love, passion We grew so close so fast You said we were soul mates for life I lost my world to you I trusted you with my deepest thoughts Most intimate moments My future Our future Bonded with Artfetch The future of art We would make it together A global player Unwavering faith In the chorus of warnings I battled your place with me Bold and revolutionary No one would take this away from us But then you did You took it away Without a word You left me in a haze Took my breath away Your force so strong Chaos controlled my mind The lie so real My passion abused Reckless abandonment My faith, my love, my passion You did not face me You left me with nothing My life shattered I wonder through my Art Profoundly A part of my life For the delights and hopes of life Seeing in them memories of intimate times Calming my fears My sadness Evoking as only art can do The spirit in me to live again I no longer care Why I got lost in your deceit In your ****** up mind Why You hunted me down And played me as a game Why You abused my passion My life You crushed my soul, I sit at my desk and find my dignity My strength I look around and see what I nearly lost Artfetch the mystery of my life without which I could not carry on No more Crazy Days living your lie A resounding realisation No soul in you I continue To live my dream So as I sum this up Go listen to our song Remember in your heart I gave you my heart and soul, my mind and body My life I believed in you I am wishing for you to stay strong Wish upon every star you see And if its meant to be it will come true… No more Crazy Days with You
0
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 6:25 AM UTC
Crazy Days with You
Only Love It began as a love story Crazy days with you Crazy days of faith, love, passion We grew so close so fast You said we were soul mates for life I lost my world to you I trusted you with my deepest thoughts Most intimate moments My future Our future Bonded with Artfetch The future of art We would make it together A global player Unwavering faith In the chorus of warnings I battled your place with me Bold and revolutionary No one would take this away from us But then you did You took it away Without a word You left me in a haze Took my breath away Your force so strong Chaos controlled my mind The lie so real My passion abused Reckless abandonment My faith, my love, my passion You did not face me You left me with nothing My life shattered I wonder through my Art Profoundly A part of my life For the delights and hopes of life Seeing in them memories of intimate times Calming my fears My sadness Evoking as only art can do The spirit in me to live again I no longer care Why I got lost in your deceit In your ****** up mind Why You hunted me down And played me as a game Why You abused my passion My life You crushed my soul, I sit at my desk and find my dignity My strength I look around and see what I nearly lost Artfetch the mystery of my life without which I could not carry on No more Crazy Days living your lie A resounding realisation No soul in you I continue To live my dream So as I sum this up Go listen to our song Remember in your heart I gave you my heart and soul, my mind and body My life I believed in you I am wishing for you to stay strong Wish upon every star you see And if its meant to be it will come true… No more Crazy Days with You
Continue reading...
74
i watch for her as she slowly gets out of her car. what goes through my mind is how's her day so far. she's battled through the day surrounded by this disease. this isn't a disease to put anybody's mind to ease. i pray for her as she walks out to her car. i have to remind my hero that through it all she's my star. my prayer to God is that He reach out to keep her safe. let her do her best to help those who need her space. trust in God more and more each minute through the day. He's made up His mind for her so she'll be okay. i cherish my hero for i know she will do her best. be proud to be the best to help carry on the rest. so i praise her, i love her and i want her to be strong. fight your battle graciously and then you come on home.
0
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 2:05 AM UTC
"My Healthcare Worker"
In times gone by, now recondite, Neanderthal, ***** upright, spoke softly, tones so lily-white, and tried to put the world aright. He taught us how the flame ignites that wearing furs will warm the nights, just why the rolling wheel excites, and how the beveled flint stone bites. Before the days of dynamite he fought his foes with spit and spite, and swung big sticks with all his might, and rendered death with stones in flight. Engaged in never-ending fight (arenas were a global sight) he forced his forces to unite to sate his oily appetite. To quell rude thoughts that may incite he ruled the realm with fly-by-nights and culled the winds of words in flight, and darkened minds to anthracite. With fairy tales of evil sprites and how the fist of freedom smites, he washed the world with flames alight to vanquish hoards of parasites. Each dawn the damage brought delight, the foe was bent, a bit contrite… yet battled on with no respite until the dusk and evening light. Encamped beside the firelight Neanderthal, that shiny Knight, awaited morn while sitting tight assured the end would be alright. Yes, conquest seemed his sacred right… Forevermore?… well, no, not quite… Neanderthal's extinct tonight and lies beside the Trilobite… MORAL The Oreo is round, not bright: while rolling near the candlelight at first the searing seemed so slight, the molten cream an oversight…
0
Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 3:03 PM UTC
Neanderthal
"What is a man?! A miserable Pile of Secrets!" he shoutes then he sprung his attack with the holy whip of my ancestors in my hand I intended to make it his epitaph. we battled for hours on end, using holy water and dodging fireballs that would've meant my doom when I had him beaten, he transformed into a grotesque demon which also distorted the room I didn't know which I was battling, my own head or Count Vlad Tepes Dracul Anyway, after one final strike, The Undead terror had finally been slain I hoped and prayed that no-one would ever speak his name
0
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 11:58 AM UTC
Nocturne In The Moonlight
If wishes could be measure, Clem would have reign in wealth, Before he had a date with death. Poverty battled with him with all pleasure. In the tribulation, all his gray eyes saw was a jubilating future. In my clan, the death are kings, Their testimony barely bear guilts, Tales of that of dove and angelic. In these imperfect world, they are made perfect and heroic. That of clem wasn't different, No hair suspected him of having a great for a kin, Who in death embraced him to a golden casket, in Italian suit, shoes and a cow killed. His burial got what he never begged for in hundred fold Hmm! A late beggar decorated more than a groom to a royal fold. As all gathered round his six feet for a final bye, The in prophesied happened, Clem breath resurrected and all flee, Even the priest, men, women and their kids. Clem awoke into a dream, Agitating against mankind and why array of fortune should perish with a beggar like him, While there are countless beings escaping death each dawn in perpetual poverty. Griefs stricken for his old him, He rose, undertook his golden casket, sold it and became a king.
0
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
Perfect Resurrection
for all the turbulence i sought and sought i was pretty good i was so good i battled through all the chaos my kite was finally flying but i snorted so much ritalin my pupils are tar pits and she calls me a hedonist but i don't know what that means i do know that i fear neither death nor consequence you can treat me like your last meal always at my most decadent i remember i need to eat then delete the thought the only thing that sustains me is the rushing by now you should know that it's all about me we did the maths remember?
0
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 11:13 PM UTC
lotus eater
naked along the side of the house, 8 a.m., spreading sesame seed oil over my body, Jesus, have I come to this? I once battled in dark alleys for a laugh. now I'm not laughing. I splash myself with oil and wonder, how many years do you want? how many days? my blood is soiled and a dark angel sits in my brain. things are made of something and go to nothing. I understand the fall of cities, of nations. a small plane passes overhead. I look upward as if it made sense to look upward. it's true, the sky has rotted: it won't be long for any of us. from The Olympia Review - 1994
0
5.8k
Decline
I am not the master of my writing - my writing masters me, seizing me when the seizure is a sure thing, it dictates to its enslaved scribe what it desires this utensil to reveal and expel - the contraries who having battled to a ****** draw leaves the battlefield trembling with indecent indecision; the optimal conditions for its macrobiotic invasion of my brain stem; the she-muse offers me two choices: she wants a poem writ forthwith on the lyrical expression of depression and refusal is non optional so I fantasize escape and that becomes her property as well; evidence against me to be used at my trials, the one where there is no statue of liberty from the limitations of prior bad acts; I offer the she-muse two choices: give me a cabin with WiFi and self-enforcement of solitary confinement and tie me up with the rope remainders of broken bonds, bonds that tied me up worse when they were broken and the peaceful withering that won’t disrupt disturb nobody from a distance my other choice is to bury me forthwith next to my parents and shutter my constant tearing eyes which are drop-resistant muse says that’s no choice I own your voice stilled or not, will bill your soul’s account for denial of poetic services weep; i don’t want the noises that curse this troubled bodyship don’t want recollections good or bad the muse-bitch cackles with insanity of delight for she accepts this writ as partial payment on her commission, whispers I love your lyrical expressions of depression that ****** recognition algorithms alert me that seizing time is nigh there is no on/off switch for one like you: father son and holy ghost
0
Apr 28, 2018
Apr 28, 2018 at 9:31 AM UTC
I am not the master of my writing (the lyrical expression of depression)
I am not the master of my writing - my writing masters me, seizing me when the seizure is a sure thing, it dictates to its enslaved scribe what it desires this utensil to reveal and expel - the contraries who having battled to a ****** draw leaves the battlefield trembling with indecent indecision; the optimal conditions for its macrobiotic invasion of my brain stem; the she-muse offers me two choices: she wants a poem writ forthwith on the lyrical expression of depression and refusal is non optional so I fantasize escape and that becomes her property as well; evidence against me to be used at my trials, the one where there is no statue of liberty from the limitations of prior bad acts; I offer the she-muse two choices: give me a cabin with WiFi and self-enforcement of solitary confinement and tie me up with the rope remainders of broken bonds, bonds that tied me up worse when they were broken and the peaceful withering that won’t disrupt disturb nobody from a distance my other choice is to bury me forthwith next to my parents and shutter my constant tearing eyes which are drop-resistant muse says that’s no choice I own your voice stilled or not, will bill your soul’s account for denial of poetic services weep; i don’t want the noises that curse this troubled bodyship don’t want recollections good or bad the muse-bitch cackles with insanity of delight for she accepts this writ as partial payment on her commission, whispers I love your lyrical expressions of depression that ****** recognition algorithms alert me that seizing time is nigh there is no on/off switch for one like you: father son and holy ghost
Continue reading...
44
written on his face the story of adversity the trials he'd met through his life's journey nothing came on a silver salver he did it tough all his times were rougher than rough his boozing mother sold her wares on the streets she liked nothing better than to be between the sheets his daddy died in the winter of nineteen fifty two he had fallen victim to an awful dose of flu that boy had seen so much sadness in his days he struggled and battled through those darkest of days nothing was easy it never was meant to be his journey through life was one of adversity
0
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 10:14 PM UTC
Adversity
Spark Me Match my flame Be warned after we burn up I will remain Scars tell stories unique the stain Suffer in pleasure transforming pain Create a new definition of touch All fantasies we can discuss Tickle imagination till you gush Bell goes ding..Square off in ring Emotional swing soar without wings Sparked there's no limit to what I bring Heart exploding in my chest Intellect feel it stretch Transcend beyond flesh Endless battle to the next Please Spark me! Beware of Ego's fire Lips..Toungue Turn it up higher Sparked We become all desired..
0
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 6:50 PM UTC
Spark Me
Here’s what a divorce does: Divorce Takes a remnant of a family from the house they moved into 10 years before when their family numbered 6 then added a 7th Divorce Takes them from the house where a new daughter came home a new Marine came home the first daughter-in-law came home the first grandchild came home the newest daughter to be came home where we battled illness and survived where we laughed till we cried. Divorce Takes them from the house where friends have gathered to celebrate birthdays bonfires a prom a dinner dance a wedding. Divorce takes one away puts two in limbo makes three leave four-legged family members who can’t live where they are going. Divorce shatters family abandons dreams mutilates memories condemns the future. Divorce only helps the one who wanted it. 4/13/2012
0
Apr 29, 2013
Apr 29, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
What does a divorce do?
Summer struck with the fist of Chicxulub, incinerated spring in a blinding flash. Abruptly the pond on Chehalis Trail was topped with water lilies, where famished families of water fowl had festooned the serenity of the surface; now vanished for cool Canadian climes. Racoon eyes peered in night shade green, Foxglove and California Poppy brushed through blades of overgrown grasses. Crow song battled with Stellar's Jay, the morning's true American Idols. I stirred from slumber to impatient cawing, chiding --- The best of day's awaiting. I was off to savor summer's sugar, lest autumn slip in unannounced on the coats of Quetzalcoatl.
0
Mar 19, 2012
Mar 19, 2012 at 12:18 AM UTC
Toltec Solstice
So much words I want to say Emotions build every day For true love I did pray Now I've found it I'm blown away Battled for you throughout time Won every fight to make you mine In the world of you and I We hold each other until we die For you I do..I do not try You are the answer to question why With you there is no one else Inside you I lose myself When I look upon your soul Fills me like an empty hole Inside you I want to grow Every day I'll let you know Touch me feel our destiny Kiss me taste eternity In your eyes live inspiration Soothes our souls of devastation Words hit deep feel *********** In each other our Destination..
0
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 4:18 PM UTC
Destination
The Serpent squeezes the mundane egg, for a moment in time, …to begin the ages, turn the wheel, and so begin the rhyme, The circus has commenced, a dancing, swirling motion, …a pit of ghastly horrors, seen as a vast deep ocean, …or celestial or cosmic, as some would have the notion. Some of them were large, although some were also small, …and grotesquely figured or disfigured, a scary monster’s ball, …and trudging, stampeding, stomping or slithering down the hall. There they danced, sang or prattled, where giants fought and where they battled, …thunder unto heroes rattled, with awful screams so frightening, and terrifying lightning! Scaly, hairy or feathered, wet and fiery or weathered, …conjoined, twisted or tethered, slithery writhing together, Kingu and his wife, some say it was t’was his mother, …his plan was war and strife, pitting brother against brother, A ******* existence and so morally depraved, …a state of sickly persistence, they found themselves enslaved. Then abounding voice of heaven, that divided night by day, …brought forth a princely king of Luke; the warrior Marduk. Fourteen engaged in combat, the one against thirteen, …and thus aligned with the ecliptic, at night they can be seen,   Sloshing in the Apsu, beaten with the club, …slain and torn to pieces, cutting channels of their blood, A north wind sent them to their places, fixed on Tiamat’s wheel, …and the starry constellations, did Marduk bring to heel.
0
Jun 14, 2016
Jun 14, 2016 at 5:47 PM UTC
The Order
The Serpent squeezes the mundane egg, for a moment in time, …to begin the ages, turn the wheel, and so begin the rhyme, The circus has commenced, a dancing, swirling motion, …a pit of ghastly horrors, seen as a vast deep ocean, …or celestial or cosmic, as some would have the notion. Some of them were large, although some were also small, …and grotesquely figured or disfigured, a scary monster’s ball, …and trudging, stampeding, stomping or slithering down the hall. There they danced, sang or prattled, where giants fought and where they battled, …thunder unto heroes rattled, with awful screams so frightening, and terrifying lightning! Scaly, hairy or feathered, wet and fiery or weathered, …conjoined, twisted or tethered, slithery writhing together, Kingu and his wife, some say it was t’was his mother, …his plan was war and strife, pitting brother against brother, A ******* existence and so morally depraved, …a state of sickly persistence, they found themselves enslaved. Then abounding voice of heaven, that divided night by day, …brought forth a princely king of Luke; the warrior Marduk. Fourteen engaged in combat, the one against thirteen, …and thus aligned with the ecliptic, at night they can be seen,   Sloshing in the Apsu, beaten with the club, …slain and torn to pieces, cutting channels of their blood, A north wind sent them to their places, fixed on Tiamat’s wheel, …and the starry constellations, did Marduk bring to heel.
Continue reading...
23
Playing with me is like, playing with ur life Cut you down slice by slice, no knife Make you a sacrifice, then slap you back to life It’s a full on scrap when I rap, You wasn’t ready for that, I went straight to hell, after I made contact, Battled in pitch black, now they won’t let me back, how many MC you know, is rugged as that, I’ve been to the unknown, and left an impact I kept my pride, it’s all mine, fully intact, I’m on my shrine, come from behind, ain’t no going back If ur verses really nicer than mine, that’s fine – now rap. My scripts, so wicked, they flip manuscripts with one rip, I’ll tear you in half, my warpath is your bloodbath You’re a joke so I just laugh, at this simple task Terrorizing ur *** the terror rising in your eyes You shouldn't have ventured down this path I’m wearing a jason mask, sipping a flask Anyone else jump in, Freddy slicing his *** My writing is brash, If your a titan than clash, If not, your just trash, So I, Hulk smash, Then wipe ur blood off my mask, and relax And get back to stretching cash like yoga class. cause I could care a lot less, about flows that's so monotonous It just shows you’re a hot mess, Your raps blow so much you success You are too slow, to keep up with my progress my style been buck wild since I was a child it sounds like you are much less.
0
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 1:36 PM UTC
Rap Ego Freestyle
"So careful of the type?" but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, "A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. "Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more." And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law-- Tho' Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed-- Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills? No more? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail! O for thy voice to soothe and bless! What hope of answer, or redress? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
0
3.5k
In Memoriam A. H. H. OBIIT MDCCCXXXIII: 56
The non-planet, poor Pluto, Circling far out and forgotten, I cast my thoughts around you, Knowing you are like many here, Too insignificant to be noticed, And yet, still worthwhile, for sure. I caress the cold of Neptune, Her super speed winds whip by, She has no thought for me, too busy, As is her sister, Uranus, circling, Unaware that I, or others, even exist, Yet, we are made of the same stuff, Stardust, so exotic, so varied; so us. My thoughts come leaping back, Arcing around the rings of Saturn, Slipping between sparkling icy dust, Navigating the dark reaching fingers, Stretching impassively from their host, Guiding my eye to the little moons, Knowing that life might thrive there. I somersault away to King Jupiter, He used to wander, he battled hard, Casting out the rogue gas giant, Clearing the way for the rocky worlds, Giving life to us all, before drifting back, Cajoled by Saturn, his anger still rages, The red spot storm churning, his moons, Observing, as Jupiter takes on all comers. And we, the rocky four, so grateful, As Jupiter snaffles the debris, holds it, Or hurls it away, so we live, we learn, Our inner sisters too hot, brother Mars, Too cold, for now, but one day, yes, As we begin to bake, Mars awaits, To welcome us for a million years, or so, A blink of an eye, universally speaking, But home has hope, hope offers life, Unlike our unwanted distant cousin, The non-planet, poor Pluto. ©Paul M Chafer 2015
0
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC
No hope for Pluto
When I was younger my mom had a cape. I used to believe she was some superhero that came and saved us whenever we needed. And I can’t tell you how many times she came to my rescue. Through scraped knees, broken hearts, blistered fingers and life changing conflicts, she was there holding out her hand. I used to think my mother owned the world. She had a way to make it seem like it stopped spinning when she tucked us in at night. Like we were the only things that mattered when the moon fell. She battled Love, proper balance and belonging for years. But I couldn’t be more appreciative that we were the motive behind her struggles. She was a wrecking ball labeled with dedication. Destroying buildings full of poverty and mental ******* And she even helped clean up the debris. I’ve never seen anyone stand so tall after being knocked down so many times. It makes me feel weightless in knowing I have such a gravity shifting role model. So this Christmas I won’t wish for anything for myself. I won’t ask for anything to help sort out my troubled thoughts or materialistic struggles. And I certainly won’t entail anything that strays from you being the subject matter of today. All I do ask is that you Love yourself as much as I Love you. You are the strongest, most intelligent and most inspiring woman I will ever know and I’m so lucky to be able to call you my mother. I am forever cherishing you bringing me into this world and raising me the way you have. I take lessons from you daily and I’ve ended up more than fine. Thank you, for being you. I Love you, mom.
0
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC
Superwoman.
When I was younger my mom had a cape. I used to believe she was some superhero that came and saved us whenever we needed. And I can’t tell you how many times she came to my rescue. Through scraped knees, broken hearts, blistered fingers and life changing conflicts, she was there holding out her hand. I used to think my mother owned the world. She had a way to make it seem like it stopped spinning when she tucked us in at night. Like we were the only things that mattered when the moon fell. She battled Love, proper balance and belonging for years. But I couldn’t be more appreciative that we were the motive behind her struggles. She was a wrecking ball labeled with dedication. Destroying buildings full of poverty and mental ******* And she even helped clean up the debris. I’ve never seen anyone stand so tall after being knocked down so many times. It makes me feel weightless in knowing I have such a gravity shifting role model. So this Christmas I won’t wish for anything for myself. I won’t ask for anything to help sort out my troubled thoughts or materialistic struggles. And I certainly won’t entail anything that strays from you being the subject matter of today. All I do ask is that you Love yourself as much as I Love you. You are the strongest, most intelligent and most inspiring woman I will ever know and I’m so lucky to be able to call you my mother. I am forever cherishing you bringing me into this world and raising me the way you have. I take lessons from you daily and I’ve ended up more than fine. Thank you, for being you. I Love you, mom.
Continue reading...
20
hey donald trump, why are you thinking people w2ho get wounded in battle aren’t heroes cause if you think your a hero, your a hero of nothing because **** fanning battled a shark, mate, and he deserves a reward but you donald trump deserve nothing, nothing nothing i have fought tooth and nail to prove that poor people have rights and i ain’t into the army, but i know they are brave now here is we’re not going to take crap from trump anymore ya know, when i first heard of him, i8 thought of professor plum or professor plunket and you will never win my vote, if i was an American, no way hoi zei i think i might spew, i think i might spew, i think i might spew on you trump, yeah i disagree with your comment trump, nothing against you, just your comment you sound so right wing, only allowing rich people honours i ain’t into john mcCain either, but that is his views, and i hate your views even more it makes people think you are crazy, a real crazy ************ people fight for the good of the nation , what do you do i am designing homeless shelters, would you do that trumpet i will party with all the poor people while rich snobs like trump wrecks the world with his selfish opinions
0
Jul 20, 2015
Jul 20, 2015 at 3:06 AM UTC
donald trump will never ever win credits from me
Things happened, and He bore them stoically, as is his way, He let them shape him, he endured. Things happened, and He battled, shattered, but determined, Born again from grief and pain. Things happened, and He built a fort with a towering wall, Existed inside, with his pain and his pride. Things happened, and He let me in, gifted me his trust, I am more, being his, than I ever was before.
0
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 4:11 PM UTC
Fortitude
Why didn't you tell us Battled and bruised Fragile heart Tell us to leave you alone Your hard work should have paid off In the garden or buying yourself something nice We ****** you dry It's all our fault Your heart broke And then you died
0
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 8:07 PM UTC
Fragile heart