"easeful" poems
*You spoke adamantly of gentle courage
and sharing spring's flourished nectar,
the swooning rhythm of swaying trees
and the easeful breezes that flow
'tween endearment's sensibilities,
misty moonbows 'neath dusk's stormy skies
lavender sunsets midst rosy horizons,
affectation surging amid life's turmoils
wallowing in self indulgence &
the harmony of olive branch surrender
and thrumming heart strings of patience,
it was then I comprehended, darkness doesn't
last a lifetime when lit by love's fortitude*
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 7:23 AM UTC
To clasp you now and feel your head close-pressed,
Scented and warm against my beating breast;
To whisper soft and quivering your name,
And drink the passion burning in your frame;
To lie at full length, taut, with cheek to cheek,
And tease your mouth with kisses till you speak
Love words, mad words, dream words, sweet senseless words,
Melodious like notes of mating birds;
To hear you ask if I shall love always,
And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;
It is so sweet. We know it is not true.
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.
We know it is not true, but it is sweet --
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Once there was vernal sunshine all around
With plants and blooms in color and scent abound
Butterflies here n’ there and from all corners unseen
Flitted back and forth in iridescent sheen
Birds sang tuneful songs of contentment
Squirrels and bunnies hopped in spirits buoyant
But all along now I see trees, leafless and bare
Nakedly shivering in winter’s chilly air
Even when the Earth adorns in full glory
Here I bide alone, so dull and dreary
Oh! Dear! Why have you so hurriedly left me?
Was it to make me drift aimless in this turbulent sea?
We were once a happy pair of doves
Seeking warmth under each other’s wings
By sundown, we flew to our evening nest
Under temple spires, we sought easeful rest
We walked the meadows, gathering spring flowers
We roamed aimless through ocean strands
We watched life’s ceaseless ebb and flow
We waited eager to grab life’s evanescent glow
We knew sorrow’s depth and worth
Each morn, for us, was love’s rebirth
We walked close to paths supernal
And lived ever in love eternal
Now I have lost the rhyme n’ rhythm of life
I see the world around with sorrows rife
I am a broken reed far beyond repair
With no songs to be played now or ever
Once we danced to the rising and lilting measure
Each synchronized step, we took with such pleasure
Oh! I hear from far, your anklets rhyme and chime
They ring in my ears through the time
Each wayside flower to me recalls your lovelorn face
The wind swayed lilacs reflect your grace
Deep in silent night the odor of your flowing hair
Comes wafting, and for a while, I feel you near
A boundless emptiness often fills my space
The question –‘What next’ stares at my face
Yet never shall I yield, but shall bravely sail
Hoping, we together shall meet at the Golden Dale
Jan 29, 2017
Jan 29, 2017 at 5:49 AM UTC
I spoke first to her
there wasn't any conversation
there wasn't any blurr
understanding
and all that thing
peaceful, easeful
never worrying
I realized
was this wise
to give response
to her advice…?
my man and all
stayed standing tall
watching us one day to fall
a greatest mistake
since we weren't rollin' the ball
he kicked his head to our wall
he was waiting till I'll fall
surprisingly I grew tall
not the ball nor the wall
but I and my all
I loved him to the brim
I still love him easiest as gym
I still do keep loving him
since he has learned me to swim
when I spoke to him
it was war or peace
still I filled my tea cup with such ease
patiently to the brim
I must admit caring for him
I still do, I love it but feel great pity
leaving her
was my greatest woe
my life in tears
from head to toe
she kept calling and writing to me
her beautiful poetry
I had greatest silence
during our absence
only my soliloquy
I realized I had fallen in love
with her
poetry
if you have read her
you would agree with me
her poetry is her everything
but she became my only thing
she said latest days
poetry is my everything
none understands except thee
(Oh, how flattered I was !! In seventh heaven)
Then she continued:
but my love for thee
is above all things
beyond eternity
and above my poetry
(Am crying of happiness)
now at last I must confess
she is my most
beautiful princess
I ever possessed
My Poetess....
© Sylvia Frances Chan
Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:29 AM UTC
When clouds upon the summer breeze all rest
And easeful, take upon their faery flight
Into the paling crimson of the west
Where noonday dreams wilt in the breath of night,
I look into the east, and try to bear
No more a single thought of gloom or tear
For tangled comes my heart in wreathes of drear
For seeing just the day lie on its bier.
Up at the twinkling summer stars I gaze
And far as any falcon, swift, may spy
Lie constellations whose postures can trace
A story of some wild ecstasy;
A tale of unworldly days of yore
When wine flowed free and through the earth did seep
And Heracles stood tall and Phobetor
Was purely myth to scare the young to sleep.
And as I stare upon these stars, my eyes
Close then and open to new morning skies.
Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC
by Arcassin Burnham
Peaceful,
Its like i love you , but you need to be easeful,
Stressful,
No limits To the things you do , it drives me crazy,
Sadness,
i got into depression from the arguing,
what is the purpose of me and you,
cause i'm not following.
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 9:42 PM UTC
When happiness felt like a cool breeze of air on a hot July day
I could nearly swear that I saw the tree branches swinging at a melody imperceptible to anyone else,
In a foreign language , I understood what it said
“ Tilt your head back and let the current embrace you”
Whispering
“ Take it in your arms”.
When happiness irradiated from me
I felt intoxicated of all passions humanly possible
As if the love of Aglaea and Hephaestus had once again been revived
Is it possible?
Is it possible?
Is it possible for Ecleia to be reborn anew?
In a joyful conspiracy, the skies murmured
“Tell me what you see,”
“Tell me who you are”
Among the plants of glory, a water drop showed me that
when happiness arose at an unexpected time,
on a hot July day
Happiness had the same familiar features of a once dispirited being
Happiness was easeful and disturbingly calm
Happiness looked like me
Happy was I.
Mar 27, 2019
Mar 27, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
It's midnight,
and I'm sitting outside
Inhaling the cool, soft air.
It's dark but the world has an easeful glow coming from the moon.
*No one knows I'm outside cause
they're all inside.*
I feel like I can touch the stars
or fly away
or just leave.
I'd walk miles and miles
and still be stuck in this
dark world
only until the sun comes up.
Then, It'll be brighter,
but never better.
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 3:29 AM UTC
the Savior cometh
o lonely one
beneath the vast emptiness of the enduring silence
i seek thee
i yearn your name
to the East
where you return
amidst the red sky of fire
with its piercing strikes of white light
and thunderous echoes
and drones of voices falling to Easeful death
you return
and
you too
shall seek me,
your lost bride.
Apr 10, 2010
Apr 10, 2010 at 2:38 PM UTC
*I was there within a lil tropic dale,
Marrow of one lil 'ol stealthy vale,
I hearkened of a grand titanic tale
'Midst two Midnighters loud speil.
The spat was pitiless & oh! strong;
Faint 1st was their spoken old song,
Then harsh as each bird had swelled,
To rage the strife away which dwelled.
The warbler led the great speech,
Easeful in a nook of a wide beech;
Perched on a pulchritudinous bough,
About her were burgeons florid now,
Utterly in a downy, substantial hedge,
Intertwisted with buds and new sedge.
Happier she was for having the sprays,
Sing she did for gladness in many ways.
Yet was there an old prong lying beside,
Wherefrom an old owl came and cried;
The branch w/ climbing vine overgrown,
And here this owl sojourned quite alone.
The warbler did after not so long espied,
And looked upon her w/ confuted pride.
Many were her scoffings 2 the jejune owl,
For to the warbler was she loath'd & fowl.
The owl stayed in her place till eventide,
Not a moment more did she there abide,
So thrived her ***** with flowing wrath
That she could hardly even regain breath;
Say that I grasped thee in my sharp claw,-
Would that I may do so here in this shaw!
And thou wert torn from off your spray,
Then we shall see who sings a nights lay.
And with that... the warbler stole away.
To hang her shingle and head in shame.*
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC
In the dead of night
Apart but awake
You working, me waiting
Avoiding a sleep, I did not want to take
Conversation so rich and open
Startling so, so early on
Every text, every secret, every want, every fear
Laid bare on a screen, before the rising sun
And rise it did, but I shot my shot
And reply in kind you did indeed
After spending the night caring for others
Here you for, doing it for me
Sleeping through the morning hours
I hold you close, locked tight in kind
The scent of a rose garden, drenched in the sun
Small and secluded, private and peaceful
A single tree, providing shade
And that luscious smell, irresistible and easeful
Awake we did, a few hours later
And we lay there for more, before I could wait no more
Locked in a kiss neither wished to break
Hands moving, bodies swaying, why did I wait before
So naturally we moved
Like we’d known each for years
Confidence you exuded
But no arrogance to be feared
A long night
A wonderful morning
An afternoon to remember
Our next time is calling
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 2:20 PM UTC
ardent tongues and dewy flies,
high teas in the country side,
half in love with easeful death,
there was no room for entaglements,
I was the blunt truth in a patch of myths,
I cease upon midnight with porcelain skin,
and ears in vain,
plates of anthems fade in my mind,
as I search the weary hillside,
passed the ponds and near the swamps,
I did not know but was indeed our spot,
where the fancy did not plead,
and the koi's seeked afternoons peak,
there my bliss is buried.
Jun 29, 2014
Jun 29, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC
A LUCKY SO & SO
As he lay
in the pool of his death
the motorcycle continuing on
a little further without him
before it too
lay down
as if to sleep
he thought the blood
was like a child
wetting the bed
and the fear of
someone discovering it
in the cold light
of morning
he began
to cry
just like the boy
of then
though this was now
and very far
from the place
of his childhood
even as the stink
of petrol
enveloped him
a bird sang
& he thought: “This is the most
beautiful thing...! ” he had ever heard
& his heart grew sad
& silent to hear it
concentrating on it
& on his shirt
emerged a badly-
-drawn map of the world
(but recognisable as such)
(America being a little
lopsided)
drawn in blood
seeping through his fingers
(continental drift slowly joining them together)
“I am half in love
with easeful Death...”
he quoted to himself
and wondered who had wrote it
and where he had ever heard it
“Yeats? Keats? ”
Death as if
anyone might have imagined him
turning up
at a fancy dress party
and only coming second
to a fat guy from Hastings
who obviously had a better costumiers
than Death
(Death thinking this fat bloke’s next)
looked on
dispassionately
as if he had seen it
all before.
There was nothing
new under the sun.
This job could be
so boring.
Humans make such a drama
out of the simple act of dying.
Always the same song & dance act!
Death held his hand
& then...let go.
When he awoke
Death
was nowhere to be seen
and the hospital
bloomed around him
gazing into the fluorescent
tube of light
life seemed almost
too bright
hurting his eyes
a nice pair
of legs
approaching him
& telling him
(he watched the words rise & fall
in the perfect mechanism
of her chest
of which he couldn’t take his eyes off of)
telling him
in no uncertain manner
as if scolding him
(had he wet the bed?)
“Well, you’re
a lucky
so & so!"
Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 2:52 AM UTC