"chastening" poems
Under the full moon,
You made me breath in,
Where turned,
Taken away.
Under it too soon,
The chastening of your soul,
Enraptures my lust,
Past lost love for you.
For where are you,
Upon shapeshifters,
Wrenching, drenching,
Confused of their souls?
Where am I too,
Clawing,...clenching,...
Oct 31, 2020
Oct 31, 2020 at 9:07 PM UTC
She is an unknown
and she knows,
It's just how she lives life
getting by,
no-one sees beyond glass eyes
and saccharine smiles
I am a gorge full of words
and words spill,
like gallons of oil
filling vast areas
till she drowns in the hysteria
of this week's epiphany
She can't remain silent
and silence breaks
those beautiful glass eyes shatter
into tears...
And
we just
die.
Jun 14, 2010
Jun 14, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
Spat out from the maw of carnage
slick with the battle's bile:
a coat of blood, black and foul
for war is hell and
hell the churning
chastening
chilling
gut
of a beast beyond reproach.
Yes, I was there...
I fought
for you
for your freedom
I fought so you could sin another
day
I fought so you could curse my
name
I fought so you could scorn your
savior
and wonder why it is I love,
you.
Tell me:
who is it that suffers greater?
The toil, is heavy
I lumber forward,
scars, like woodgrain, nest my body
I am born of battle
in my chest
my heart does rattle
empty
for there is no room for weakness.
I form pillars of truth and justice
I forge the righteous from
weakness, purpose
and all the
while
they grow
stronger conviction
in the unyielding dreams
that bolster all men from breaking.
Yet you lob laughter at my prophets
and greed is your only profit.
**** my champions
**** my children: men and women,
with your lust and lustre,
no matter,
for in recompense
for all your thoughtless vengeance,
I pay in kind...
Soon, you will envy,
the blind.
Aug 25, 2016
Aug 25, 2016 at 10:03 PM UTC
God is above
Of all and other things
Adam bit the apple,
Who had all this vision seen?
Follow the Lord or follow the horde?
Even one was heavy then,
Chastening in a trembling Eden;
A coiled serpent yawning in each head.
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 10:01 AM UTC
Insurrection
by Michael R. Burch
She has become as the night—listening
for rumors of dawn—while the dew, glistening,
reminds me of her, and the wind, whistling,
lashes my cheeks with its soft chastening.
She has become as the lights—flickering
in the distance—till memories old and troubling
rise up again and demand remembering ...
like peasants rebelling against a mad king.
Originally published by The Chained Muse
Keywords/Tags: insurrection, night, dawn, wind, lights, peasants, rebelling, mad, king, old, troubling, cheeks, chastening, flickering, memories
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 4:49 AM UTC
Locks
The Chains
Hold me Down
What A Heavy
Petulance
All-Important
Chastening
Embrace-Protect
The Object
i sit waiting
begging the rust
Time's smooth Decay
Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 9:20 AM UTC
a crust of bread resting in the rustic coma of the breakfast nook.
butter on a plate... chastening the sun with it's mule yellow-
and gravy on your toast because
breakfast.
the window beside -
framing elsewhere, condensing the whole milk
into a colorful speck.
as you wander off into the morning
before coffee... with a mouthful
of toast.
and a host of jewelry... made of sleepy.
Nov 18, 2017
Nov 18, 2017 at 6:23 PM UTC