"braziers" poems
A firework
Of brightest colours
Dances slow
Beneath the stars
Torches and candles
Iron braziers' light
Glowing warm
In blue midnight
Gowns of silk
Fineries of all kind
Whirling in solemnity
"A dance, do you mind?"
A thousand miles from sorrow
High society indeed
La crème de la crème
The very best of breed
Extravagance never is
Too extra for those ladies fair
Gossiping girls, all of them
"Oh, look, this lady's hair!..."
Gentlemen bowing
Talking with hushed voices
Trading, socializing
Polite merchants' noises
"This daughter of mine,
She might well catch your eye..."
This just a market of brides n' grooms
An exchange, !!one truth for a hundred lies!!
Gossip girls and merchants noble
Less n' less real knights and dames
Nobility used to mean heroes, and protection
But long extinct, those once bright flames
The only light there, now,
Comes from a stake pile in the debris
Burning bright, but in truth all hollow
This great bonfire of vanities
Jul 14, 2021
Jul 14, 2021 at 8:35 AM UTC
It was a Victorian night where the streets were alight with braziers and gas lamps,when out of the shadows a man rose, in the sight of those poor waifs who were waiting for succour and a bowl full of supper from the sisters, and mercy they were,for the man wouldn't dare to buy favours from females,not in front of the saviours who went among poor men, whose behaviour was suspect and where the language was ripe.
The man sunk back into the blackness of night out of sight but in mind,a kind of reminder to those in the raggety clothes,that the streets were unsafe,and
a place fit for weirdos and those who looked through you and you looked for safety in the arms of the stately,but those homes were all shut,tut ,tut
The old Queens on the throne and you're thrown to the hounds and evil abounds in this Victorian night.
The morning breaks wind as you sniff at the air and wonder, just wonder why life's so unfair,
lice in your hair and you don't smell that good,a bath would be nice and if you could you would take one to relax in,but the morning backs into your face and let's face it,the life that you're living is not good enough to **** in,and we both know these oaths that pop out now and then are not spoken by you but are written by the pen,
and another page
an Edwardian age
but the rage carries on and Victoria's gone but it matters not
you've got what you've got and there's not much you can do about that.
Oct 16, 2013
Oct 16, 2013 at 8:20 PM UTC
~
*No view of sunrise
from this garden of delete
We are alienated
from your light, trapped by local clocks in imperfect time
Everyone after Adam is broken, and we carry it along our bit of shoreline
Braziers on the beach
in consequence of
the darkness in our hearts
Hoping either to be rescued or swallowed up
by the sea*
~
Dec 18, 2023
Dec 18, 2023 at 8:40 AM UTC
You say that the wind has escaped its path
That stars are no longer minding us
The sun shines when we set, and sets when we shine
That the moon is no longer scattering its smiles on our faces
And that the river has forgotten its sleeping habits under our feet
The trees are no longer protecting us from freezing cold of heart and hell of death
And the sky is no longer blue
The ravens have invaded it and ravaged by ashes
The sea has provoked its whales and sharks;
And it has no longer produced its fortified pearls
The meadows have burned their herbs
The flowers have suspended their buds on the ropes of gallows
The nightingales have their throats cut and they are no longer singing
You say that the day has put out its braziers and turned to be as same as night
But you, my lady, might have gone deeper into the darkness of the night
I have learned the murdering of distances and invented a new alphabet for the heart
You live in letter F and I live in letter Z
So, we endow things with their meanings
The sea regains its calm and drives out its whales and sharks
And retains oysters , pearls and coral
Birds are singing back by the rhythm of an eternal melody
It set out in our starting and does not end in our termination
You say that Adam had not mastered the language of the heart
And he had taken divining at the altar of the body
And Eve did not learn how to tame the sun,
Or make fun of the language of the moon
She repeated her mistakes as the fools.
But you, my lady, create other nature of human beings
Adam is Adam, and Eve is Eve, clay, salt, and water
Before the first seduction they were not as the full moon
Even if they had been as such,
Adam would not have been and Eve as well
They were angels?!
Perhaps!
But they do not deserve the full moon
Because the one who deserves it, who is putting water and fire in one hand
Neither water extinguishes fire nor does fire devour water
But he runs water and fire whenever he wants.
Oct 4, 2015
Oct 4, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
The long evening with its strident call
harries me
the night became a bed in which to carry me
as I become the setting of a settling sun
stripping down
toning up
I drink a cup of kindness
for auld lang
When the doorbell rang I was almost asleep,
eighty seven sheep at the last count.
I answered dreamily as the candle flame wavered
wearily towards its end
Friend or foe?
You never know
who calls at the mid of night.
The morning slept as late as I
and so I rose with the rising of
a red faced sun.
Who knows
why
the crimson in the sky that makes the
day blush
makes me rush
guilty conscience?
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 12:18 PM UTC
Rumor has it Sir Walter Raleigh
Is on the chase once more
An expedition of sinking ships
Braziers burning fast upon the shore
Chumming with time's blood
Panning for fool's gold
Wave after wave of repercussion
The future so willfully sold
For one bowl of soup
Like Esau famished from the hunt
Turning to his artful brother
And offering him the forefront
Our crowned jewel in all her tattered
Finery cleaved to the heart
The fabled city forsook
By once trusted hands tearing her apart
Set out the coffins
Sing for us an elegy
In the surf of this funeral march
Be sure to separate corpses from algae
Apr 10, 2020
Apr 10, 2020 at 6:41 AM UTC