"effaces" poems
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The Frost was never seen—
If met, too rapid passed,
Or in too unsubstantial Team—
The Flowers notice first
A Stranger hovering round
A Symptom of alarm
In Villages remotely set
But search effaces him
Till some retrieveless Night
Our Vigilance at waste
The Garden gets the only shot
That never could be traced.
Unproved is much we know—
Unknown the worst we fear—
Of Strangers is the Earth the Inn
Of Secrets is the Air—
To analyze perhaps
A Philip would prefer
But Labor vaster than myself
I find it to infer.
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Their Barricade against the Sky
The martial Trees withdraw
And with a Flag at every turn
Their Armies are no more.
What Russet Halts in Nature’s March
They indicate or cause
An inference of Mexico
Effaces the Surmise—
Recurrent to the After Mind
That Massacre of Air—
The Wound that was not Wound nor Scar
But Holidays of War
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While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.
Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces,
and rain in streams belies the dreams that fantasy embraces –
the ocean sprays of yesterdays conceal forsaken faces.
The midday sun has slowed its run, a shrinking puddle steams,
between the knells for shattered shells drift wounded seagulls’ screams –
affection blends but sometimes ends, or so it sadly seems.
At dusk a ruddy disk descends, the skyline's furnace burns
and neath the swells where Neptune dwells, an undercurrent churns –
a seahorse hides and seaweed bides until the tempest turns.
While twilight hosts the winds with ghosts of barbed electric spangles,
a mermaid braves the crashing waves adorned with starfish bangles –
the spirit yearns in twists and turns entwined in rockweed tangles.
As seven stranded ****** scan the dimple-dappled moon,
eleven sultry sirens serenade a lonely loon –
the breakers pound and sometimes sound a melancholy tune.
Soon gales ignite the briny night and rip the skies askew
with zigzag teeth flashed deep beneath a blazing bolt tattoo –
storms, spent, subside with ebbing tides, then all begins anew.While whispers shush on sheltered shores, as soon the cockcrow quakes,
the seas descry a skittish sky, sense summer zephyrs wake –
roused passions neath the sunrise pulse, the whitecaps throb and ache.
Along the crests crawl shallow shades the soaring sun effaces
and rains in streams enhance the dreams that fantasy embraces
while ocean sprays of yesterdays reveal forsaken faces.
The midday sun has slowed its run, a shrinking puddle steams,
between the knells of shattered shells drift soaring seagulls’ screams –
the beauty wends but never ends, or so it surely seems.
At dusk a ruddy disk descends, the skyline's furnace burns
and neath the swells where Neptune dwells, an undercurrent churns –
a seahorse hides and seaweed bides until the tempest turns.
While twilight hosts the winds with ghosts of barbed electric spangles,
a mermaid braves the crashing waves adorned with starfish bangles –
her spirit yearns in twists and turns entwined in rockweed tangles.
As seven stranded ****** scan the dimple-dappled moon,
a brace of surly Sirens serenade a lonely loon –
the breakers pound and sometimes sound a melancholy tune.
Soon gales ignite the briny night and rip the skies askew
with zigzag teeth flashed deep beneath a blazing bolt tattoo –
storms, spent, subside in ebbing tides, then all begins anew.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 4:21 AM UTC
In this fleeting existence, we call life
Breaths of air, unlabored, unsought,
We are but specks in an infinite universe
Colliding with another, now and again.
And as time effaces all strides of victory
We hold a part of each other,
Treasured and locked.
Sing anthems to our plight
To how our love, untainted,
Turned into a story.
As we held our hands and looked to the stars
Leaving our woes to burn with the fire,
We were silent that night,
That beautiful night,
Yet we never stopped speaking.
And to the faint glow of ember,
The smell of the ocean,
We sat there gazing at the endless sky.
To what we owe this joy we have,
Finding each other, holding our fragile hearts.
For you heard my song,
And I, yours.
Now living seems less arduous,
Existence is bliss.
Because we found each other
In this infinite universe.
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:01 AM UTC
Efface the corridors of my mind, they no longer matter to my hands. My hands aren't in the reflection of my eyes, anymore. The ripplets of amalgamated rigmarole has left me disconnected from my own solace. (The truth of the matter is, I detest you all)
Such a fiery passion filled with such repugnant result that only ensues regicide. Don't you see? You aren't the same as when I opened the door to Eden. Pusillanimous flowers froze under your cold dexterity and callous maneuvers as I tried, as an denizen of the air; in giving you fire. My animosity-indulged blood feel upon everything still. (Poor benevolent garden became the stage for fire and brimstone! Burn it all)
The severance between rhetorician and denizen is the best that I can do to impart my desperation. God, what must I do to show the waters and the earths of my pain? Yet, I'm overlooked. (Yes, you are overlooked. Taken for granted). The black hiding under my nails is but testimony of how blood can transmutate to dirt. (You're too nice and stupid. I detest them all) Am I to believe that time along with my memories are my enemy? Then what of my sins and their justifications? What the hell must I do?! (Envy, Envy, Envy!) Why must I insist in speaking when those who must listen choose to turn their heads and ear like imbeciles to the slaughter? (Let them ******* die! why open your mouth, you idiot?) Scrupulous actions reflect my misery that can only explained through the pen.
(Why must you waste your time? You were born alone, so die alone. Let the sky scream your name as the earth swallows your very existance and time effaces you from the memories of the inhabitants of the world. May all take a drink of the child's corrosive life and watch them atrophy and burn into nothingness)
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 1:10 AM UTC
Follow me,
Shirt-brother,
Rise from ripped,
Yellow faces.
Leave behind
This field of death,
The bloodied grass,
The wind that effaces
The wandering souls
With its chemical breath.
This moment will pass,
As you sink into clouds
Streaked with the traces
Of the brave and the proud.
The images of eyes
Burning like coals
In post-partum skies
Will guide you,
Brother,
As you search for peace
From a life you despised,
From all those wasted years.
When you hit the ceiling,
And dive like rain
Onto a landscape stained
With painted tears,
I'll be in the dirt, kneeling,
With my neck bent back,
Screaming upwards
So you hear first
The only words
That I know will work;
"I told you so,
Brother,
For what it's worth."
Dec 14, 2013
Dec 14, 2013 at 6:32 AM UTC
Love meanz: 2 commit oneself without a guarantee,to gv oneself completely in da hope dat our love will produce love in the lovd person,its an act of faith n whoever iz of liru faith iz also of liru love, its sm'n eternal i.e. the aspect may change bt not da heart,its a dream that only bkams reality wen we meet,its friendshp set on fire by 2 hot souls,its the master key that opens the gates of happiness n it dsnt mek da world go round instd it meks da ride worthwhile,its the emblem of eternity that confounds all notion of time n effaces all memory of a bgnning with all fear of an end,true love bginz when nthn iz lukd 4 in return n its equal,infinite,pure without violence,its an irresistible desire 2 b irresistibly desired by some1 special n all love is SWEET whether gven or returned..!! SURELY THERE IZ NO CURE 4 LOVE BUT 2 LOVE MORE.! I pray dat 1 deh sm1 will love me bak 4 ril. Amen.....!
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
There is a secret place
Where I stumble over moments
Bleed out
Small tragedies
Ossuaries of unbirthed dreams
I pick the bones clean
Fat with the bitter marrow
I **** my own ego dry
Always hungry for more
Reality imperious with her stark sun
Will obtrude this paper veil
Lethal
Wasps in the wine
Sting my throat
Bloated
I cough out only lies
Transfixed by specters
The thin skin membrane fantasy
Effaces
I am so…
Disappointingly mortal
Transfixed by shadow Christologies*
This shallow breathing
Slow asphyxiation
Of mantras that never rise
Appropriate the faithless
Words that burn
Catapult my personal truth
Against your stone walled beauty
I am ragged
Broken
Imprisoned in this walking cadaver
I call soul
She wants what she wants
There is no beauty in this lie
Only the resonant sensation
Of the inevitable decay
When the secret place that is me
Turns to ash
And blows away….
TL Boehm
2010
*Shadow Christologies - is a term often used for Old Testament teachings that alluded to Christ - many Jewish Festivals were examples of "shadow Christology" - in this piece specifically the intent is to illuminate the futilty of chasing shadows when the real thing is available...
Oct 1, 2014
Oct 1, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
It breaks my heart
to know
that I broke yours
I kills my lights
knowing that I dimmed
yours
It blows my logic
out of proportions
knowing that
I stomped on yours
It eats me up
from the inside
like leprosy
knowing shattered your vision
of me
and you know what?
it simply effaces me with every breath I take
knowing that your
perception of me
will and remains
the same ...
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 7:19 AM UTC
*Let us bend time and kiss,
A darkness in the light of an infinity,
Of these old, wise ancients,
Of this traffic of stars
Gazing back.
Let us make love.
Let us move with urgencies
And synergies, and Honolulu queens,
As though the moon memorial
Swiftly shifts,
Effaces.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 10:42 AM UTC
Love is the emblem of eternity;
it confounds all notion of time,
effaces all memory of a beginning,
all fear of an end.
I have loved to the point of madness;
That which is called madness,
That which to me,
Is the only sensible way to love.
Love makes the greatest pleasures and most sensitive misfortunes of life
Dec 18, 2014
Dec 18, 2014 at 7:45 AM UTC
Surface fades
To empty space
Day breaks
Slices of moonbeams-- in half
To Dissipate
Like unreal magic
Frost effaces
What is left
Without a trace
Night drifts away
Without saying
Farewell
Left to dust
Sleeping, dreaming, discovering
Subconscious awakenings
They revisit whenever they want
You're never alone
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 10:36 PM UTC
Like the lapping tide
sleep effaces all trace of
the previous day.
It washes the shells
of our dreams upon the shore
of our waking mind...
We muse upon them,
what they meant to us within,
Fades as dawn grows strong.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 1:58 AM UTC
true love is mighty yet delicate. it effaces doubt yet stirs up great throes. it is gentle but moving, always diffusing, filling, and staining. love leaves a mark, yet is as soft as a whisper. it is truly the most magical paradox to exist.
Feb 23, 2023
Feb 23, 2023 at 6:29 AM UTC