"beaconed" poems
The old beaconed houses held secrets
It kept me up, left me sleepless
The grey sky knows my weakness
My mental thesis
Jun 20, 2014
Jun 20, 2014 at 6:45 PM UTC
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Quiet echoes bring the night of cricket song and firefly
as masks of clouded abstract shades intercept
Foaming colors take the eye to moments of shadowed dreams,
crimson plumes beneath a starlit canopy
Footing soft on dry grass down paths not yet worn,
wandering along fence line silhouettes
A golden sphere, above mature pecan trees appears as curtains lift
igniting the northern sky in beaconed majesty
Slowly puzzle pieced mist clears and bursts of color,
rainbows of dark bands announce the arrival
as this evening’s lunar show begins amidst
heavy sighs and mesmerized smiles
Soft in splendor, basking in myth,
the full moon, distant yet touching the soul
This night is shared, beyond horizon’s glare
and focused thoughts of two places, two hearts, one sky
Whispers follow beams of ancient descent, silently finding her,
hoping she will sense and know…that it is this moon that is ours*
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 7:05 PM UTC
Beaconed by the horizon beyond
Committed by trust and bond
The day is still young.
United by time and space
Captivated by the troubles you face
There comes a moment along
When the day is still young.
Haunted by love and bond
Hurt by the early pound
No matter whats going on
The day is still young.
Condemned by the promises you make
Denied by the steps you take
With the fruits of fate among
The day is still young.
Moment and the memories you have
With the sorrows and cries you laugh
Trying to express all along
But the day is still young.
When you are all alone
And evrything near to you is gone
Just listen to the song
Because the day is still young.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
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Cotton candy clouds adrift
Upon these twilight azure skies
Silently in colors formed
Of taking breath and casting sighs
Aglow, a moon of muted light
Above these branches, rests in wait
Reaching o’er the final glimpse
Now as this day it does negate
Here I stare in thoughtful dreams
Wondering on scattered winds
Shall this spell of moonlit phase
Bring my love to you again
A’ dance upon your waking heart
Soft of light and chilled caress
Of these miles we stand apart
Filled with hope and lone confess
Captured moments, sorted time
Found entwined of this we see
As a fragile silhouette
Wafting through so endlessly
Hear my voice, it calls your smile
Echoes of a promise true
Far beyond this beaconed vision
Steadfast is my love for you
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 8:33 AM UTC
The dream is one of life’s great ironies
A word overfilled with the vaguest hopes
A word impalpable, of fantasies
And yet, the tangible within its scope
When nightmares leave us restless and afraid
Mother soothes her child with “it’s just a dream”
But when bold men dreamt of what they then made
Matrons held those thoughts with profound esteem
Each is urged to trace whimsy’s beaconed path
For boys and girls can be all they desire
Heed not reality, nor aftermath
Set reverie, each night, newly afire
I found this same paradox to apply
When I dreamt of you, my deluging love
Saw heaven in the depths of your brown eyes
But sleep’s hellish guile pained my heart thereof
You smiled at me and walked amid soft light
Under a glowing willow tree, we met
For hours, as friends who were once lovers might
We merged with warm embrace our silhouettes
I cried for joy to hold what seemed so real
Lost in you, I forgot of earthly time
And to have foregone breath might bear appeal
For, in that false world, you were truly mine
This sweet conceit is such a cruel scheme
For, when I wake, it’s always just a dream
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 5:39 PM UTC
Wise and wistful Njal perched pleasantly in the heart of Iceland
Vengeance victory and voluptuous vial veined through Flosi Njal as innocent as an infant
His demeanor held neither mediocrity nor morals but rather an emotion enthralled ego
Cooled cinders clog Flosi's heart to a stone To unfurl the expression in an utmost barbaric action
He recollects ways to reclaim rotten ridden revenge pondering upon which way will win
In one breath of fiery hell Flosi embarked his plan a sheepish grin gambled graciously on his hard face
The house engulfed in silk flames of scarlet the blood curdling cries of children never ceased
Onyx hazes of smoke of smoke danced on the top of the roof taunting the flames to devour more
Flosi's eyes excitedly enlightened in excitement his perilous plan appeared promising
He laughed lively at the feat the hysterical hollers of children was suddnely muted
Several silent minutes passed spirits of ashes resurrected from the charred house
The air was stale sparse dull life clinged to hold its existence
Bleached black bones held close to each other in a cluster combusted cloth clothed the cluster
Two tiny tinged skeletons lay in heavy heaps almost as if they were holding hands
But no longer did the embrace last no longer did the home host habitability
This sadistic outcome shed no tears for Flosi he enjoyed the revolting wrath of revenge ever so
He shadowed over the remains of bones and timber boastfully bubbling blissfully in excitement
kicking the bones like dry dirt Flosi continued to walk around the ash ridden land
His leather boots crisping in the hot coals his callused hands thrusting in the air expressing victory
He beaconed a shrill of success tears trembling down his face
Flosi has won revenge has ridden him once more
May 22, 2011
May 22, 2011 at 7:37 AM UTC
As a king I sit at the top of the hill,
My throne cast into the shadows of night.
Behind my casings I watch the thrill,
Of the echoes just itching to fight.
For which cry or plea of insanity,
Warrants a much needed action of change.
But through vanity we're denied humanity
And all hope remains out of range.
A city littered with broken dreams
Scattered like trash on a public street.
The tattered faces more than what it seems,
But strung as those lost in the beat.
The smell in the air as foul as the crimes
Committed behind the veil of justice.
And here in lies the question of times,
Has our trigger for empathy become restless?
Dollars and cents without common sense
Spread towards the towns select few.
Remorseless souls, no signs of their repents
Noticiblally absent from the public's pew
Our father's fantasy, our mother's dreams,
Once beaconed as the hope of the West
But now it seems, just lost to the screams,
And left to the wayside like the rest.
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 6:15 AM UTC
Her weight is like a feather
The perils of her life
Weigh her down
Let me help
You are not alone
The heaviness of the past
The crushing experiences
Don't need to be shouldered
It's chains need not bite
The cold of steel
Or the strength of your walls
Let me stand by your side
We can look together
At future depths
Tackle the chains
Break that which binds
Besiege those castle's towers
I want to be by your aide
To shoulder your weights
To build new wings for your heart
To knock down the walls
Holding your hand
Fighting at your side
Facing our demons
You were alone for so long
It's hard hearted necessity
Repelling all help that doesn't last
For you nothing stayed
Trusting none
Keeping demons at bay
Clawing outside, screaming
Wretched, oozing creatures
Bemoaning loss, misery
Cutting deep, razoring flesh
Locked away, a mind's eye
Thicker and higher; safety's cage
Locking you in, a path not your own
Borrow my compass, my map
Let me carry my sword, your cause
Work my guns, my life for yours
Never feel alone, possess my bones
No matter the weight
Regarding the stones
My shoulders for strength
It'll be easier carry
Changing from I, me, my
For ours, us, and we
Two is better when one
Together, we'll step
On the unstepped road
Hand in hand, side by side
Aid in hardship, share
Making lights in the dark
We set everything on flame
Nearly burned our home
We've come through together
Quenched in passions
Furious dragon's fire
This journey together
A quest, heart's desire
We've beaconed lights
Set up the stage
This path has lights
Stories untamed
Lighting our way
My love for you
Lightens all that weighs
Maps our journey
A compass together
To a future, to us
Aug 10, 2014
Aug 10, 2014 at 10:20 AM UTC
Quiet echoes bring the night of cricket song and firefly
Masks of clouded abstract shades intercept
Foaming colors take the eye to moments of shadowed dreams
Crimson plumes beneath a starlit canopy
Cars, like low flying jets, unaware, stay within the highway lines
Footing soft on dry grass down paths not yet carved
A sphere, above mature pecan trees, appears as curtains lift
igniting the eastern sky in beaconed majesty
Slowly puzzle pieced mist clears and bursts of color,
rainbows of dark bands announce the arrival
as this evening’s lunar show begins amidst
heavy sighs and mesmerized smiles
Full in splendor, basking in myth,
the blue moon, distant yet touching the soul
for this night is shared, beyond horizon’d glare
and focused thoughts of two places, two hearts, one sky
Whispers follow beams of ancient descent, quietly finding her
hoping she will hear and know…for it is this moon that connects us
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 6:59 PM UTC
Sun wasn't charming the artistry of horizon
Spirits began dripping down the urn of dejection
The core was baffling should I face it or shun
But ambience flipping, the atrocious ones had spun
Taken aback, fainted of the blazes and winds thrown out
Roars making the foes briefly feel they have lost it as the scout
acknowledged the squad's optimistic encouraging shout
Leaving the base now and climbing the air, glory was without a doubt
You could be barely seen as you ripped the air apart
The confidence ascertained you'd hit even the covert as a dart
The armament away just a button of your electronic heart
Time to **** intercept, perform the enthralling aerial art
The bandits neared as your cutting edge intellect beaconed
You were so camouflaged not their conscience awakened
The shot was fired and they got absolutely weakened
Conclusively the villains were done with and the rest frightened
As you came back to your motherland, in your hand was glory
We did you a salute as we too witnessed the whole quarry
The skies now cleared till the farthest making the earth calmed corey
And don't know why
But for me, serening the world will always be your story
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 3:21 PM UTC
*my bag sits waiting
ready to leave for a place
that has beaconed me
in nightly dreams of sun,sand,
water, with peacefulness
that's beyond my wildest thoughts*
May 23, 2016
May 23, 2016 at 7:36 PM UTC
He floats there near the bottom,
Dragged and anchored like a ship
To seabed by rusted fetters,
Down where ***** shuffle a slow
Ribbon dance, twirling black seaweeds
And long grasses,
Where they snap out a rhythm
In solemn beatnik fashion to mournful
Whale songs like low saxophone moans,
And where the disapproving clucks
Of dolphins’ tongues echo
In quiet communal protest.
His body floats bloated in brine,
Cheeks puffed like wet bread,
Skin grey and shadowed blueblack,
His face slack,
Broad chest beaconed out of dark waters
By dim pleated streams
Of ocean light.
Dec 5, 2018
Dec 5, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC