"elyse" poems
Sands and seashells as white as moonlit night
And water tugging slightly at the small boats
Trembling in the wake
“Far across the silvery sea”
Those little waves whisper to me
“From ocean dark and brooding blue, cross horizons bleeding red
is a land where the mists travel languidly through
and dangerous things betwixt the paths you tread.”
“There is a city that some say glows in the night
Whose towers ***** to glorious height
Domes and great structures stand below
Upon white stones, blue moonlight does glow.”
“If you swim out during the brooding storm
And torrential city make, with towers of black swirling wake
The sea will take and change your form
You will enter the depth and the depth will enter you
And sea imbued, you emerge anew.”
“On the second day, and the crest of red rising light
When Phoenix fly against the night
You will be ****** from water by the fiery wing
And to a new land take you as Phoenix songs it softly sings.”
“There you will encounter the dangers and things of strange delight
And the white walls of Elyse, whose light is cast upon the height.”
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 1:43 PM UTC
A storm rages in the darkest part of her mind.
If you look closely, you can see the lightening flash
In her forest green eyes;
Creating something like a forest fire
That leaves you mesmerized.
A storm rages in the darkest part of her soul.
If you get close enough to her, you can hear
The thunder booming in her writing,
Contrasting against her soft demeanor,
Compelling you to read more.
A storm rages in the darkest part of her heart.
But you'll never get close enough to see the rain
Falling out of her eyes,
Diminishing the fire,
Strengthening the thunder.
She thinks she's weak.
But nothing weak can create such a storm.
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 6:23 PM UTC
Noelle's voice pierced through my head as it always did, but I held my tongue. I raced up the creaky stairs, and retrieved the movies. As soon as I could gather a thought I heard the whine again, "these aren't the blue ray one's Johnny!"
Noelle frantically shot up from her position and raced upstairs. Stomp stomp stomp, Noelle never walked like a normal person. Instead, she brought both her feet down like she was pounding the juice out of grapes, and it sounded like thunder! The same was when she knocked on the door. If one did not live with her and understood her habits, Noelle's knock could be mistaken for the police.
As Noelle made her way down the stairs she yelled out, "where are the Harry Potter blue-ray series! I don't know where they went, they vanished!
Now, like a cheetah Noelle seeked out the weakest prey and planed her attack. With her snout pointed towards me she viciously started making ridiculous assumptions. She hissed, "you have them, you took them to Elyse's house I know you did, you better get them back!"
Like an innocent little rat, I didn't know how to respond, I was stupefied by her accusation. As usual, I held my tongue and did not unleash the wrath of this tiger.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:24 PM UTC
Deep in the nether regions, tingling in toes
The excitement begins in the spots no-one knows,
A ruddy red blush shining each cherub cheek
Makes a mockery of this pretence to be meek
Temptation to dance down the long corridor
To spiral and leap and cavort …and much more….
Sing like a bird with the promise of spring
Just hug everyone and embrace everything,
Become a small boy with a new shiny toy
Tasting sweetness of honey and bubbling with joy
For tomorrow we fly like a bird on the wing
Leaving habit’s drab grey and routine’s everything,
Tomorrow we soar to the promise of new
To the Tower of London and laughter with you,
We shall skip through the crowds on the Champ de Elyse
And wriggle our toes in the cold Irish Sea,
Savour a croissant’s delicate bite
And laugh with freedom’s sensational delight.
Tomorrow we fly to the place to be seen
To the shores of old England to dine with the Queen.
M.
4 May 2018
Hamilton
NEW ZEALAND
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 5:05 PM UTC