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"belaying" poems
A holy demure had risen from the thoughtless exposure that crumbled under her heels each crux up Olympus; And I, forever faithful, belaying her ascent, unfounded, delaying my own, grounded as her head breached the clouds, A fairytale if not for the landslide burying me under stone proof of her unfathomable scale out of my rope-burned hands that only God can measure.
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Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 5:19 PM UTC
Mounting Olympus
A Moment in Life Twice Lost to Time The Swiss watch is my paradigm Residing now ‘neath Tampa Bay A moment in life twice lost to time The gift, from a wall of ice to climb In Luxembourg where I did stay The Swiss watch becomes my paradigm Research belaying the banker's crime Through valleys green, o'er bridges grey A moment in life twice lost to time While belching diesels share their grime And church bells call all souls to pray This watch, my truest paradigm In this city from another time In Europe's heart I found my way A moment in life twice lost to time Returning from this land sublime My walls and battlements fell away Rodania watch, my paradigm A moment in life twice lost to time 2 March 2000
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
A Moment in Life Twice Lost to Time (Villanelle)
Crescendos and arpeggios alleviate the pressing of residual enfilades of harmonies created, raising the frequencies of thee. . Primordially placing seeds in the fertile heath wandering with Orion's lead. Sirius B'eing chronically appealing. . Our tranquility will rely on the apogees of the moon and the crescendos of our eternal music. A belaying maestro raising our moods with diction.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:52 AM UTC
Maestro
A cake of nurture and dreams Made with the love of a maternal hand Held to its core by an annointed candle One of many belaying darkness Until the wish emerges from your dream A pouted blow, subtle to caress the wish If the blowing soul has not the conviction A full blooded blow will transpire The smoke enthused wish rises carrying with grace to ones deity on high The rayless candle lifted inspires a cakely breath A magnetic capacious attraction to all Benediction now stored within its sweetly core A knifely treaty made with sacrificial cake Good, vented to the riven soul A bonding gift, a cakely slice for each companion Consumed with temporal appetite Binding memory to this day Heralding ones peace with this earthly year
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Jan 6, 2023
Jan 6, 2023 at 9:43 AM UTC
Birthday wishes
*The driving rain is a catalyst for change , for opening hearts or tearing them apart , for poetic muse , for paying your dues , unencumbered on the golden rail or a first class ticket to certain hell The drops tap time outside my window A trickle a trifle to a deep crescendo With innuendos of a special nature , midnight functionality failure , belaying the cliffs of Dover one wrong move , into 'the Channel' and over*
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Apr 2, 2017
Apr 2, 2017 at 9:26 PM UTC
Rain , Insomnia and Lunacy ...
As I have aged, her grave appears as new Instilled in time, with time that stole her youth Belaying 'neath the cruelest mire, death knew To stain the satin dress that dawned love's truth. When winds do swift away my oldest breaths And I rejoin my love in lasting sleep Will I by spirit - in it's soulful depths Recast hereby my angel of the deep? If not, let worms leave that of love and mine, By her my love did know and there shall dust And let the ashes draw her name to line The nothing that awaits my ardent rust. To when the grey becomes my coldest stone Beside or with, her love's my ever known.
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Jul 13, 2019
Jul 13, 2019 at 1:00 PM UTC
By Her Grave (sonnet)
*I was gamesmanship incarnate , a shrimper off the Savannah shore , a cannoneer in the fury of maritime battle , a flautist calling troops to formation , Atop the highest ferris wheel , imbibing cool waters from the Big Dipper , scaling the Horseshoe Nebula , leading a fire wagon into the inferno , submarining the darkened abyss Under the cover of shellfire , outflanking a Napoleonic commander Belaying the tallest mountainside with cool , calculated reserve* ..
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Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 10:38 PM UTC
The Southeastern Fair ....
You saw me as a fool, a child And treated me as such. I claimed mine was an icy heart Yet melted with one touch. So much alike, you knew me And I hated that you could see The man behind the stony mask The truth, as it may be. I loved you steeped in silence from the corner of my eye. You knew I was a hopeless mess My composure was a lie, Yet you approached with velvet hand, I must have looked like an antique- But you lifted layers of death and dust from the truth, or so to speak. You wouldn't let me hide my eyes, The light you made me see. And broken lies and alibis Against your ears failed me. The ****** know no frustration Like an actor with no role; You stripped my ruse away to see The truth, or so I'm told. I'm full of love and resentment The world is just a pill Stuck in my throat, belaying notes That when sung come out shrill But you're on top, where you belong, Such anathema received You refuse me my bitter outlook at the truth, as it's believed. I'll never be your hero, It isn't in my soul. I cannot be a guiding light I lack the self-control But I cannot spend another day Believing we're both dead I drag my lifeless body towards The truth, or so it's said. Through the bottom of this bottle I can see you oh, too clearly The lights come up, and curtains draw On something cherished dearly And as the world files out- all around us wave goodbyes- And the two of us are left alone with the truth, and other lies I loved you from a distance from the corner of your eye You never cared I was a mess You knew that I would lie, Still somewhere in the stormy night we held each other warm and tight- and learned more than we thought we could about the truth, and wrong and right Now, I miss the part of me that could barely speak And the part of you that handled me Like a fool, a child so weak. A contorted little memory of what we shared is all That I still hold of your life and times, It's the truth, as I recall.
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Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 3:19 AM UTC
The Truth
You saw me as a fool, a child And treated me as such. I claimed mine was an icy heart Yet melted with one touch. So much alike, you knew me And I hated that you could see The man behind the stony mask The truth, as it may be. I loved you steeped in silence from the corner of my eye. You knew I was a hopeless mess My composure was a lie, Yet you approached with velvet hand, I must have looked like an antique- But you lifted layers of death and dust from the truth, or so to speak. You wouldn't let me hide my eyes, The light you made me see. And broken lies and alibis Against your ears failed me. The ****** know no frustration Like an actor with no role; You stripped my ruse away to see The truth, or so I'm told. I'm full of love and resentment The world is just a pill Stuck in my throat, belaying notes That when sung come out shrill But you're on top, where you belong, Such anathema received You refuse me my bitter outlook at the truth, as it's believed. I'll never be your hero, It isn't in my soul. I cannot be a guiding light I lack the self-control But I cannot spend another day Believing we're both dead I drag my lifeless body towards The truth, or so it's said. Through the bottom of this bottle I can see you oh, too clearly The lights come up, and curtains draw On something cherished dearly And as the world files out- all around us wave goodbyes- And the two of us are left alone with the truth, and other lies I loved you from a distance from the corner of your eye You never cared I was a mess You knew that I would lie, Still somewhere in the stormy night we held each other warm and tight- and learned more than we thought we could about the truth, and wrong and right Now, I miss the part of me that could barely speak And the part of you that handled me Like a fool, a child so weak. A contorted little memory of what we shared is all That I still hold of your life and times, It's the truth, as I recall.
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