"duelling" poems
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•my
arms point
to the sky•
a gesture
frozen in eter-
nity•un- fazed as
the clouds whisper a
lie• rumours of rain that
never came quickly• prickles
protrude menacingly •threaten-
ing all who would stray too close•
baseless gossip that masquerade
as pleasant- ry•to deviate me from
the path i chose•still i stand
here...duelling the sun
•in a land scorched
barren•search-
ing for hope
when there's
really none•
here i stand...
lonely and
drought
stricken•
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Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 10:51 AM UTC
In Parsley, a Levantine munificence accreted together in Tabbouleh,
herbage that covers fractured bedrock in a poultice of healing.
Secreted within, lie igneous outpourings of bloodied tomatoes,
those solid affections that had welled through an ocean floor
as Neptune quelled Gaia's contractions, her waters seeking to burst
beneath the wrinkled surface of a salty sea. She, an underbelly of sky,
pregnant in the overwhelm of magma, sweating out her heart in fire,
muted like a moon of Neptune, in his retrograde soliloquies, yet mirroring
hers in icy resurfacings of skin. The God of the Sea, boils an amnion
to hazy mists, how deep will his trident plunge to dislodge those Trojan ships
of deceptions ? Yet, Triton blows a conch for Gaia, not for man's duelling
and his warring tribes. He soothes her feverish gnashing of thighs
labouring continents. Some fires burn in water, like desultory heartbeats
moving the pace of rocks through the ocean floor, spiriting away
to stranger places still, marking maps of memories in the beauty of
a stillborn magma. The limestone they say is no blood relation to such
alien fructification, those oceanic intruders, bleeding still, spilling
secrets in reds and purples. The acid tears spilled in lemons merely
neutralised in syllables, sedimented to a community of limestone,
that possess no archaic remnants reminiscing through dead bones,
an age of glory. Now beauty lies in herbage over once raucous magma
and traces of a salty sea, freshness of life trailing her veins, in fragrance of Parsley
Jun 24, 2021
Jun 24, 2021 at 7:15 AM UTC
Fighting death daily.
My head is duelling with my pen.
I'm not suicidal.
But given the option.
Of meds or pen.
My pen will outright win.
(C) LIVVI MMCV
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
desperate word duelling
a fight without aggression
desperation pervades
antagonism delayed
so beaten
beaten down
so beaten
only frown
ferocity tucked away
yet the beastly come to play
a beating reckoned
the pain provisioned
so beaten
beaten down
so beaten
beaten
beaten down
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 3:40 PM UTC
O, feckless dart of immeasurable delight!
Wouldst thou direct elsewhere your flight,
And refute my rival’s gentleman claim,
That he be immune to Cupid’s aim.
His smug sobriety remains intact,
His pages blithe and matter-of-fact,
Where my poor pen is inked with woe,
And ****** to hell by quiver and bow.
O, mischievous boy do grant my request!
Whether modest maid or comely *****
His downfall ensured by one bold kiss,
Shoot low, shoot high, but do not miss.
Apr 6, 2019
Apr 6, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
The High Street at first was marked
with Charity Shops forever in lieu
came the Pound Shops.
Old Brands stayed with us
but in turn the internet compounded the decline
perhaps cyber shopping is akin to playing pong,
the familiars, like a fire-storm evaporated,
music, bookshops, photography
whose to know the next stage?
but I bet the inner city will be hamlets
of chiefdoms,
Gertrude the concrete cow
adorned with Golden paint
and urban Cowboys
duelling in Midnight Charades
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 6:32 PM UTC
A brisk gale wind
blows thru my
clanking gears-
thunder shears-
and my riven ears
then hear nothing:
but thru clairaudience
I will ever be a
master of everything
that ravishes the
world beneath your
feet.
The pompous skies
drink up the seas,
to drop thus upon
my eyes in beads;
and as I pen my
muse's advice, the
ink disappears from
the sheets; and watcher
dieties-in the third choir
of the celestial hierarchy-
now have useless wings.
Oh, mold my vernal
features into a candle
effigy— watch them gleam—
then grow so low by high
degrees; and the wax melting by
the heat of flame -to once again
downturn my merry cheeks. So if
you please, masquerade as a blessed
princess -before I am consumed completely-
and I will play both parts of the duelling
princes. One a man, the other a machine.
Go, rendezvous with my doyenne madness!
Indeed the tryst could cause my discarnate
ghost to scarper. I will wrap a cloak around
my Joy and Sadness
—pleased that I might hide my spare character; or at least proclaim thee
dressed a bit sharper.
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 7:57 AM UTC
with the stretch of his arms
he created the world
breathed life into it, a melody produced
no songs existed before
he walked, danced across the land and seas
and caressed the skies
they called him King
and prayed to him through and through
sorrow and joys, dreams and storms
a lover lost, memories gained
with the nod of his head
he flew above them
tore the skies apart, fingers pointed at
the sun, daring, duelling
smiting its rays of boastful light
there can only be one sun, he said
there can only be one him, he asserted
there can only be One, he cried
he fought like a champion, the winner
who rises while falling
with the raise of his fist
he shouted a name
no one knew whose it was, no one
dared to seek the truth
"King, oh King, we call thy name"
"I am here, I call your name"
there went the Light, a heat
permeating, invading, but like a whisper
cared and loved, silenced
the troubles in their hearts
a heart of gold
he revealed his name
a name so sweet
a name so strong
his name was Yuzuru
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC
Unearthed,
Broken hearts by the millions
Unnerved,
By the sounds of so many tears
Understood,
Everyone has felt this way
Lost loves,
Dying in our minds for millions of years
*Earthed,
Secrets within revelations.
The numbers of stars, yet as
Concealed as them all; how
Something as bright as light can be
Hidden behind the undarkness of
Day.
All human tears are not the results
Of crying.
All human tears are the same one. One
Water.
Life. Pain. Laughter.
Pain. Life.
Earth cares as little as soil.*
And yet the Earth is filled with laughter
Tears
Pain and life.
It knowing not the difference is beyond the point
Caring,
That the light we can all bring
To shine shadows upon this unforgiving ground
Then the sound of the last tear drop
Shall bring the endless cycle to a stop.
*Spirals cycling endlessly
In optionable directions.
Dancing or
Duelling. Loving or
Lying. Living or dying
Trying, crying.
Waste not heart's blood on
Grounds. All it takes is
Enough breath to clear
The skies.
It's only life, mother.
Weep not for my death;
Laugh that I lived.
A thousand hates, yet the
One love I shall recall.
I name no flying
To fall.
When I smile, my tears
Quench my thirst.
Endless cycle.
We can all choose to
Spiral
Upwards.*
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC
lets build tree houses
and blanket dens
forts to be reckoned with
no one will infiltrate our
dreams
beneath these woven armours
dusk to dawn warriors
duelling with the notion of infinity
playful glances
and
everything i never said
my body already knows
way before my mind can read the cues
to connect on a level such as this
is rarer than july snow
and surely just as beautiful
he holds my face
cradling softly to meet his gaze
thumb and forefinger the lightest vice
but
i know these hands could never break me
intimacy is not something to be explained so readily
or easily
it should be
bittersweet raw honesty
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 2:14 PM UTC
lets build tree houses
and blanket dens
forts to be reckoned with
no one will infiltrate our
dreams
beneath these woven armours
dusk to dawn warriors
duelling with the notion of infinity
playful glances
and
everything i never said
my body already knows
way before my mind can read the cues
to connect on a level such as this
is rarer than July snow
and surely just as beautiful
he holds my face
cradling softly to meet his gaze
thumb and forefinger the lightest vice
but
i know these hands could never break me
intimacy is not something to be explained so readily
or easily
it should be
bittersweet raw honesty
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Past week, on the night of Tiw
an uneasy candle-flame wavered
censored by hushed air kisses
casting doubt upon an ode;
scribing the blessed years of youth.
This pine scented disturbance
no doubt - an Autumnal message;
that rear weathered doors
failed in the tempered change
curiously bidding, further venture.
Patio' marbles were shrouded
creeping with expired foliage
leaves tainted old hickory
near devoid of all famed ochre,
merciless to breaths of the fall.
That sombre mulched pattering
was alike wistful wondering;
of delicate and shadowy footfalls
from condemned, exiled seraphs
strung by moonlight rays.
The flavescent master glistened,
whilst duelling a clouded force;
enclosing in vaporous march
smearing pebble trailings,
the skirmish roused nostalgia.
For eerie quivers - of familiarity
wrought from the despondency,
as if epitaphed notions of old
were recited by alto whistling,
each note rekindling a memoriam.
An exhale of soulful proportions
sent adrift an essence;
a smouldering encirclement
of exhumed - solemnly recalls
taken from seasonal chapters of yore.
Those hearted ashes of distant times
cavorted - as sterling embers
with a phantasmic replica
of an adoration long gone,
duetting on pockets of melancholy.
Then beauty settled into a sepulchre,
caressed by grieving wreath petals
saddened by silken veil,
awaiting the fateful - dust and sand;
the remnants of embodied divination.
Revived dolor swelled from within
tiding from old, emotive cicatrices
buried deep and then deeper
until from this panoramic taunt
does this churned anguish vein.
A corrosive, timely hiss from Carpo
brushed the illusions past
as once - to a maidens' mortality;
a premature cremation of dreams
lingering the bitterness of decay.
As the pining sky orb retreated
so too - this observer with mourn
stuttering farewells to the nameless
then returned to the forgiving study
to immerse again - in better times.
Apr 10, 2018
Apr 10, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
You were number five in forty-eight
But surely you’re one in a million.
Warmest eyes entice duelling incisors.
Wow! Maybe it’s one in a billion.
I should’ve been scared for my life that night,
As Cerulean fractured Vermilion.
But you were there with a hand I’d never held
And Bravery that wouldn’t be felled.
Revelling in a scent you’d never smelled;
Incense for reverence outside The Pavilion.
I’d do it all again, you know?
Melt the Snow and steal the show,
To be there with you, toe to toe,
Beyond the darkest dance at the brightest cotillion.
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 11:12 AM UTC
trot it all out two tottering opposites
duelling sets of things we ought think
two angers we must take like a ***** draught
and we are distractible
one feeding of fear to link us all
and we are made quite yielding
i feel willing now to rush upon death just to get the it over with
and the dragons can take the hoard
and disable its currency
a real species stopper
well done
Mar 27, 2025
Mar 27, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC
The hearth had yet
to warm a toe, an hour
before the paling
The rain had gone
now comes the cold
profound, inactive ,cold
Assumed a duelling clarion
across the mustered aerials,,
slung, humboldt in the jangled dark,
inanimate
Jan 20, 2024
Jan 20, 2024 at 6:32 PM UTC
Chinese friezes seen metres high
reaching as stairs toward clouds,
ebony black, bamboo tints apply,
conversation hums in the crowds.
The distant clink of fine porcelain
hurries by metal clatter of spoon,
marble witness in pale grey stain
as table cloths sweep over room.
Central chandelier orchid below
flowers hang heavy in pale lilac,
conversations soft in space row,
plants thick of shade right back.
Large formal chairs around brim
mobile phones, duelling in stress,
half will exit to the pool to swim,
others suits as go about business.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 9:46 PM UTC
Fell through the alligator’s snout
Picked his teeth clean out
Landed on a duelling banjo's tail
Herein a Minneapolis trail
Piously thumbed a black crested wave
Buffeted by the pick up from the bridge
Seized by turbulent string vibrations
Singing to survive; drowning in awkward silence
Cajoled and plucked on a tight-rope score
Pounding pain within lifes neck
Mics backfiring: boardwalkers selfless feedback
Toe tapping, heel thumping discontent
Fighting for humanity
Evil running through crashing cymbals
Miasmic lyrics pushing to survive
Trade winds heading south
Thrown ashore in the gutter
Soaked from harmonica to soul
A sliding quiver shackles societies skiffle
Now climb your fretboard to heavenly freedom
Those who cannot breathe
Legislate in due measures: equal rights and respect
Civilisations blues are out of tune
Levitate the knee of wilful contempt
Dec 10, 2021
Dec 10, 2021 at 9:28 AM UTC
When a duelling dual, duel,
and Duello rules hold sway,
should the dual of duellers duelling,
wear doublets to duel that day?
With Duello rules in place,
when duelling triplets duel
are they thought a terzetto trio,
if they follow the Duello rule?
When a quarrelling quartet duel,
do quadrille rules hold sway?
or should they duel as dual duals,
with dual Duello rules in play?
Duels are only for experts,
there’s a talented skill required..
As only the winner survives,
all losers are deemed expired!
As duelling, passions run fiercely ,
and a duel oft ends in death,
no matter that Duello rules apply,
a loser always draws his last breath!
Rhymer. March 1st, 2018.
(On a roll! - Have fun!)
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 7:55 AM UTC
The miniscule presence
of a belated future.
Delayed lust.
internal loathing.
Pairs fall into
clutches of envy.
Poisoned waters
they drink in competition.
An inexplicable bond
through distrust and distaste.
A warming in duelling hearts.
A chilling within two halves.
Duos raise their spears and bows
in challenge.
Fighting for dominance
Elusively uniting souls
And they spark a heavy fight.
Neck and neck
A hefty bite
All without the price to pay.
As they grovel at each others show
Of deathly affection.
Stealthily. Love punctures the wounded
Binding like the wraps of bandages.
Understated healing properties
with a hint of fatal spice.
Dec 27, 2018
Dec 27, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC