"beguiles" poems
Daisy, Daisy, how lovely
to be a banal child.
Safe from harm and hurt and death,
your roots do hold you wild.
Your life doth last some while
as you carry on
nourished by your parent ground;
shan't your woes be gone?
But oh, how lovely it would be
to be the blessed Rose;
what charm, what awe, what livelihood
one of that kind knows.
Daisy, Daisy, how lovely
to live a mundane while.
Your beauty lies in lengthy life,
your commonplace beguiles.
Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 8:43 PM UTC
Sweet dreams form a shade,
O’er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Sweet sleep with soft down.
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet sleep Angel mild,
Hover o’er my happy child.
Sweet smiles in the night,
Hover over my delight.
Sweet smiles Mothers smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes,
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep sleep happy child,
All creation slept and smil’d.
Sleep sleep, happy sleep.
While o’er thee thy mother weep
Sweet babe in thy face,
Holy image I can trace.
Sweet babe once like thee.
Thy maker lay and wept for me
Wept for me for thee for all,
When he was an infant small.
Thou his image ever see.
Heavenly face that smiles on thee,
Smiles on thee on me on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles,
Heaven & earth to peace beguiles.
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All things die
All kingdoms fall
Every waking hour
Incessantly recall
Grim reaps all
Drip by drip
Burn
Till wicks end
Choice, who here decides?
Pleasure beguiles, sets purpose via
Once voice strewn, lost through
Millions of cries in the continuum
Each time you blink your eyes
There is a glimpse
Behold! Nothingness!
Slaves to your own demise
What's the point prolonging?
When you are coming forth by day
Grim reaps all
All the while vitality escapes
Eternity succumbs to imminences of fate
Familiar pulsating rhythms will terminate
So what's the point?
Grim reaps us all
Coming forth by day
Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 8:16 AM UTC
Tell me not here, it needs not saying,
What tune the enchantress plays
In aftermaths of soft September
Or under blanching mays,
For she and I were long acquainted
And I knew all her ways.
On russet floors, by waters idle,
The pine lets fall its cone;
The cuckoo shouts all day at nothing
In leafy dells alone;
And traveller's joy beguiles in autumn
Hearts that have lost their own.
On acres of the seeded grasses
The changing burnish heaves;
Or marshalled under moons of harvest
Stand still all night the sheaves;
Or beeches strip in storms for winter
And stain the wind with leaves.
Posses, as I possessed a season,
The countries I resign,
Where over elmy plains the highway
Would mount the hills and shine,
And full of shade the pillared forest
Would murmur and be mine.
For nature, heartless, witless nature,
Will neither care nor know
What stranger's feet may find the meadow
And trespass there and go,
Nor ask amid the dews of morning
If they are mine or no.
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Tho’ I get home how late—how late—
So I get home—’twill compensate—
Better will be the Ecstasy
That they have done expecting me—
When Night—descending—dumb—and dark—
They hear my unexpected knock—
Transporting must the moment be—
Brewed from decades of Agony!
To think just how the fire will burn—
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn—
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me—
Beguiles the Centuries of way!
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Can I keep this a secret?
You don't see me half the time. I am not perfect.
Read my mind. If you can.
Between these thoughts and feelings in my mind and heart,
The days are like extended
lines at a five star restaurant.
Can I keep this a secret?
You are making me crazy.
See you every long day.
Behind the window of my soul.
My breaking heart is no longer complete,
Eyes on you. I see every day.
Do you see me? Or are you looking past me?
You are always giving me your smile. Do you
Know this beguiles me?
What if,
I could not keep a secret?
Am I the only one,
Feeling this way?
The secret revealed:
"Can you read between the lines? Can you see behind my eyes? Do you know what I am feeling?"
© 2013 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 10:34 AM UTC
There is a Cheshire cat with a nefarious nose ring
Who lashes berating riddles, and vernacular that’ll make you cringe
He slithers through abandoned shadows
On dilapidated gravel, and bears a deathly sickle grin
Enticing as he may be, he only wishes to deceive
So be wary of his beguiles, they are hidden underneath his symmetrical smile
Nor give in to the plastic prophecies he preaches
Nothing he teaches will stitch meaning into your ambiguities
For he enslaves your sorrows and siphons your dreams
Leaving you asphyxiated in catatonic screams
Apr 1, 2010
Apr 1, 2010 at 11:26 PM UTC
God gives his mercies to be spent;
Your hoard will do your soul no good.
Gold is a blessing only lent,
Repaid by giving others food.
The world's esteem is but a bribe,
To buy their peace you sell your own;
The slave of a vainglorious tribe,
Who hate you while they make you known.
The joy that vain amusements give,
Oh! sad conclusion that it brings!
The honey of a crowded hive,
Defended by a thousand stings.
'Tis thus the world rewards the fools
That live upon her treacherous smiles:
She leads them blindfold by her rules,
And ruins all whom she beguiles.
God knows the thousands who go down
From pleasure into endless woe;
And with a long despairing groan
Blaspheme the Maker as they go.
Oh fearful thought! be timely wise;
Delight but in a Saviour's charms,
And God shall take you to the skies,
Embraced in everlasting arms.
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Truly.........
the charisma
beguiles and challenges them
truly the sublime force is too irresistible
in attraction and confusion they fake faux condemnation
and in awe the artificialities of superficiality offers sanguine solace
as dim counterfeit pundits give counterfeit commentaries
for who dares say this is one like no other
when to be real is a crime per se
wow! that charisma
truly..........
Truly..........
his charisma
exceedingly shades all others
no one and nothing compares we know
God threw the mould away after making him
cry me a river and build that bridge over troubled waters
for a David walks head and shoulder above most
in truth we see his light but lie we must
when passion voltage overwhelms
its ebb is the afterglow
we live to die
truly.........
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 5:13 PM UTC
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As Watchers hang upon the East,
As Beggars revel at a feast
By savory Fancy spread—
As brooks in deserts babble sweet
On ear too far for the delight,
Heaven beguiles the tired.
As that same watcher, when the East
Opens the lid of Amethyst
And lets the morning go—
That Beggar, when an honored Guest,
Those thirsty lips to flagons pressed,
Heaven to us, if true.
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the worm burps crasanthyums
like hypnic ****
matter becomes metaphor
thats how the beast works with in us
we are a book of masks
and i'm up to my neck in
mirrors of the marvelous
midnight music beguiles like a blizzard of whispers
flaming candles heat like ovens
burning finger by finger
i melt flabbergasted in dark linoleum clouds
blood gluttonous
tender bites
lips like red rain and trussed thighs
she grins
a face of needles and mice
i think she wants me
this old man, soggy eyed mop
linen wrapped
before aortic aneurysms
i'm a living tarot card
the falling tower and the lovers
break downs and break throughs
my groin a slobbering clot
dreaming ******* drenched
straight jacketed on her knees
***** willow shadows
drooling exacerbations
a caffeinated candy
licked thickly
twitching blinks; rem ejaculations
her face; a tattooed ****
**** mouth smiles
brown one eyed gnome
**** the stinking cyclops
*** talk lubricates
a raspberry crumble
looking for god
omniscient
even in *****
the white swans utterance
incoherence's
dressed in a ****** negligee
her belly a thousand ******* mouths
and i press into her thunder
shattering dawns gravity
a pinhole of empty cups
Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
his voice beguiles me, weakening me
in whispered warmth of breath, fingers
trace trembled want of hungry lips
tasting me...
Closing my eyes; I arch into need of
his touch, his voice of seduction breathes
against skin, teasing me
licking my tremors...
I moan in ache, my ripple upon his tongue,
my essence rises lingering within his mouth;
roughly kissing me and I kneel before him,
taking him in slowly suckling; tasting him tip
to pearls licking his veined pendulum swirling
in warmth, vigorously in out
loving his shudder...
he whispers as his fingers tenderly tweak ******
softly, inebriating my senses; aroused horniness,
entering my paradise, firmness weaves flesh in
breathless swells, igniting our twine; like tongue
licking heat of mouth
pulsing in wetness...
searing between open thighs, I ache for his plunge
engraving me, knotted within his arch; deluged in
fluidities flush as lips brush, tongue trails taut nips,
I blush beneath his fiery breath, still teasing
rocked to my foundation...
unraveling me in utter passion, our bodies aching;
assuaging yearn, calming quivers in wet want;
shuddering each abraded ****** loving its aftertaste
in trembled release enlivening; our lust still entwined
within wet ecstasy...
Feb 19, 2013
Feb 19, 2013 at 12:53 PM UTC
✨
*The good and the bad, we have it all
Riddled by insecurities, the good escapes
The mask of duplicity, beguiles the stray
Lacking in empathy, losing every way
Sheer, is the veil of the soul, free flowing
Embellished with the goodness of love
Let it shine & let it glow
Be at peace
Never let it go*
✨
Oct 18, 2019
Oct 18, 2019 at 10:45 AM UTC
reflects smiles
mirrors pains
its beauty beguiles
entertains
wakes up heart
opens door
transcends art
furthermore
swells in vein
its maddening flow
drops as rain
on parchment glow
once seeded within
grows deep root
makes you come clean
speak only truth
soul's inked beat
pearls dug from deep
in true spirit
have it worshipped.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
I lost my heart to a dame called fame
And every day I worshiped her the same
Adoration and power, everyone knew my name
Every step and twirl drew me deeper into her game
I found myself dancing on a slippery ledge in the rain
Until my feet bled and what I lost was much more than I gained
When I could dance no more she twirled into another's arms
Seducing new lovers with her old flashy charms
Who knew not the dues by which she set their alarms
She left me behind, limping and all used up
All because I proved I loved fame far too much
Sold off little bits of my soul for the favour of her smiles
But fame does not love you back, it simply beguiles
Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 1:36 AM UTC
Oranges and greens
go paint your dreams
but I'll wear my shroud
under a dark black cloud
your equitus smiles
and falseness beguiles
ashen faced frowns
on the face of the clowns
the paint that you wear is a thin veneer
a veil of crimson over all that you fear
so sup the wine and let it flow
for what you shall reap is all that you sow
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 11:17 AM UTC
Grotesque in form shocking to behold
Visceral repulsion, masked, not told
Ignorance beguiles the mind away
Perceptive eye dumb to self display
Casting light towards looking glass
Defines reflection as being crass
A subtle inkling would forever deface
The stalwart faith in beauties embrace
Dec 31, 2011
Dec 31, 2011 at 3:47 PM UTC
Where go thee traveler, trailing in broken shadows?
Just another poet wandering down a mischievous path of deceit and beguiles.
Who be thee? Another shattered soul sauntering in denial?
Carry a name I do not, but you may call me whatever comes to your thoughts.
Cassandra. Deliverer of delight and heavenly sight, but caustic to those who try to consume her with the allure of night.
Cursory charm, a daring attempt to overtake the apex of my harnessed heart.
My penchant roars with a persistence that never rests!
Audacious lips of mine will eclipse your eyes as deep as an ocean and dark as wine.
Let our shadows combine, our fate intertwine to capture a moment of the divine.
Arrhythmic and blind your love needs redesign!
Otherwise I'll become another infatuation lost in time.
Here I stand austere without effrontery to burden our affair. What is it you'll have me declare?
First follow me into the infinite abyss.
What after I plunge into the nebulous mist?
Our hands we'll share in the company of crescent stares
Sep 22, 2010
Sep 22, 2010 at 12:21 PM UTC
Unpolished weathered wood plays on my palms,
I pull and reach and pull an even beat
Attending algae'd oars aqueous psalm
Altered by the tangled grass I meet,
in counterpoint small waves percuss the prow
Accentuating the pause before I cull,
Mellifluous zephyrs bowing across my brow
Enhance the exposition of the gulls,
Above the hem of heaven's dress the bright
Cerulean bodice trilled with Cirrus lace
Beguiles regard, but maddeningly polite
She smooths her skirt across the score of space
Eclipsing a poet's want to read the ruse,
This lady only lingers to amuse.
Aug 13, 2010
Aug 13, 2010 at 3:32 PM UTC
She despises the world
People irritate and disgust her
Proud to be known as the rebel
Rises above the emotional clowns
Desensitized and disenfranchised
Yet she conformed to the circus
For reasons mere mortals cannot comprehend
Hidden behind the eye of adjudication
Yet don't dare evaluate her soul
She beguiles my response with pseudo aloofness
Jaded and defended
But she entertains me with angst
Jun 3, 2014
Jun 3, 2014 at 9:39 AM UTC
The separation stretches for more than twenty hours,
I wait and wait and wait...
At the lonely station
For a train that gets cancelled
After getting delayed for so long,
I yearn for the journey
The destination beguiles me,
So, if not by train
I'll cover the distance imagining
the time which tied us together like spokes of a wheel.
Apr 13, 2021
Apr 13, 2021 at 7:53 AM UTC
There is a lady sweet and kind
was never face so pleased my mind,
I did but see her passing by
And yet I love her till I die.
Her gesture,motion,and her smiles,
Her wit,her voice my heart beguiles,
Beguiles my heart,I know not why
And yet I love her till I die.
Cupid is winged and doth range,
Her country so my love doth change
But change she earth or change she sky,
Yet will I love her till I die!
(Anonymous)
አለች ጥሩ እመቤት የምትናፈቅ ሴት
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ሥታልፍ በደንብ አይቼአታለሁ
ግና እስትሞተ አፈቅራታለሁ!
በእንቅስቃሴዋ
በግሩም ፈገግታዋ
በድምጿ
ልቤ ይርዳል፣
ልቤ ለምን አንደሚርድ
ባላወቅም
‘ሷን ማፍቀር አላቆምም!
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ክንፍ ስላለው
የሚጓዝ ነው፣
ፍቅሬ ወደ መሬት
ወይ ወደ ሰማይ ብትቀየር
አላቆምም ‘ሷን ማፍቀር!
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Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 7:22 AM UTC
he is the
worst person
you have
ever
met
he is constantly
judging
always
making snide
remarks
always telling you
that you can be doing
better
when he talks
there is
always a sense
of acknowledged
arrogance
his steps are loud
like the rest of him
he always seems to be around.
especially when you don’t want
him to be
he knows when
one more sly remark
will do you in
(and then makes
one)
he trashes your house at parties
he eats out your fridge clean
he seduces your girlfriend and
beguiles your wife and he always
seems to be preferred by your
friends
you can’t shake him
you can’t hide from him
he knows where you are
and you know that too
he doesn’t need shadows
when you’re as paranoid
as you are
he can be in the room
and yet somehow
be hiding from you
he laughs when you scream
at him for the millionth time
he smiles as you cry
or hold back crying
he climaxes when you beg
him to stop
he will never leave you
you are born with him
and will die with him
no-one else knows he’s there
but they always suspect there’s
someone bugging you
(they know people like him
too)
he doesn’t ever leave things too
messed up
and the worst part of it all
is that he’s right
always right
always always always
right
when he whispers that
you don’t love her
he’s right
when he shows you how stupid
you were acting
he’s right
when he dances ahead of you
because you can’t keep up
he’s right
and most of all he’s right
when he tells you it’s all
your fault
you can put your fists up
but that’s worth jack-shit
he never needs to say a word
but he does anyways
(he always wins,
especially in fights)
he’ll ask you one day
what it’s like to be the
biggest **** up in the
world
you will suddenly hear
an empathic tone
in his voice
that most definitely
wasn’t there
before
what’s it like?
he asks again
and again
you hear that tremble,
that aching,
shaking,
terrible
confusion
that means he
really wants to
know
but why does he?
does he care?
does he not hate me?
does he… love
me?
he waits for your answer
“you’re not anybody,
are you?”
you’ll ask
no, he’ll say,
only what you
let me be
and from that day forth
he’ll only be a memory,
threatening to come back
if you ever let yourself
go (like you did) again
May 25, 2011
May 25, 2011 at 4:14 PM UTC
Sick of flies,
Sick of lies,
Sick of making alibis.
Sick of bones,
Sick of drones,
Sick of being alone.
Sick of truth,
Sick of this roof,
Sick of youth.
Sick of smiles,
Sick of exiles,
Sick of beguiles.
Sick of frowns,
Sick of small towns,
Sick of breakdowns.
Sick of you,
Jun 29, 2010
Jun 29, 2010 at 1:45 PM UTC