"embarks" poems
surrender hind-legs
targets yellow spines
yellow stems
flowers blend into frogs
tree frogs tree apples
tree fruit heart numinous
nervousness next level
levitation into vibration
watermelon seeds
stars, steam, sand and shadows
i allow
keep talking spinning
weaving the stars
love is a happy motorcycle
bathtubs zoological
sisters straight eyed sailors
cumber-buns saviors
yawning in the wind
at the hint of a spark
gravity embarks on sacred journeys
desert walks soul visions
quest into westerly winds
pools of tough romance tough love
chances are that now and then
we will pretend
that we are more compassionate
then we are
Feb 22, 2018
Feb 22, 2018 at 11:43 PM UTC
At spawn of first light
Darkness embarks into the recesses of hibernation
And so begins the blinding incline,
the inevitable blonde coiled wreaths frustration is on the rise
forces a discharge so multiple and emanate,
the skyward black shrinks back
from panoptic reaches,
into a delinquent weakened rumor
When this daily task of ridding the black ends a victor
The climb continues upward in a high sky setting
Consequential over the mornings painstaking labors
Wiping from his brow,
in a waving motion
To release mists over global hydration
By welcoming this morning dew,
the earth is one more day new
and can take great relief in this rebirth
Assuring all parched famine will gain resolve
taking in their absolve
Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Virgo
The scratching sound the pen makes
as it spills its ink upon the paper
The tension
The friction
The slight resistance and minor show of force
the ink and paper perpetrate against the words
against the writer
as if to
push back
The writer channels his muse
summons his mate
performs and act of love
embarks on an endeavor much more family to *** than he will ever admit
everytime as if it were the first
the writer
creates
© Christopher F. Brown 2013
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 8:05 PM UTC
Love of mine
Someday you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark
No blinding light
Or tunnels, to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
Catholic school, as vicious as Roman rule
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black
I held my tongue as she told me, son
Fear is the heart of love, so I never went back
If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
You and me have seen everything to see
From Bangkok to Calgary
The soles of your shoes are all worn down
The time for sleep is now
It's nothing to cry about
Cause we'll hold each other soon
The blackest of rooms
If Heaven and Hell decide that they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs
If there's no one beside you when your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark
I'll follow you into the dark
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 10:07 PM UTC
From plane to plane, and none by none
The circle trails towards all but one,
For seeing Deaths could not prevail
The night's cool mist and Dewey Hail.
To the Gods that soar with thunder,
Straight edge wing, we'll bring asunder-
Fragments: aluminum and iron-
With mossy cellars rusting pyres.
Daybreak screams, alike my notebook,
With the hopes: Eternal Outlook,
And smoke-emitting plants and cars,
And night-birthgiving lights and bars,
All set dim, fluorescence unseen.
But in broad day? Our shame will scream.
Further! Muster, lavished Brother
In Greed, who forces towards plunder
Mine and mine companion's others
Times, sepulchers, decent gestures.
To learn to hate the natural shrub
Is same to love the rust we rub
From decay of Louis' Arc,
Death, humanity soon embarks.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 10:54 AM UTC
remedies is not only for something we can't pass
remedies is for everything that has broken
or just to re-new something
-
she learns something from her life, everyday
but she never had a chance to write those down
it's not a scam when she said her favorite things to do are reading & writing or writing & reading
reading a poem or her self-diary
writing a poem or a self-diary
she doesn't know if is a gifts
or just a hobby
because everytime she finished wrote all her poems, she re-read it, and she thought all eyes those read her words can write it too (with their own version(s))
in this, not-so, new day(s)
herself will embarks to write all the tales where she's involved in
as long as she living her life
this era is the lowest point in her life
she doesn't know if it actually is, or it's just she made it all low
she can't even say a word to herself
she can't even write what's in her head
she can't even tell anyone when she really needs a person to talk
all are just mixed up in her little head
she doesn't know if it is something like "manifesting" or what
all she knows that she can't figure it out yet
is it something related to science? like human mind?
is it something related to religions? like human relations with The Creator?
but one from many answers for the solutions (based on her own researches) is self-improvement
she is pretty sure that is something wrong inside herself
something to be fixed
something that needs remedy
but her body & mind are not so sure what is that (or what are those)
her body & mind are still figuring out
it's not finished yet
it is still figuring how it needs to be stopped
it is still progressing
'it' is this story, her story, my story
..
Jan 9, 2023
Jan 9, 2023 at 7:20 AM UTC
Life is a light bulb.
We begin this life as children,
fresh out of the box,
faithful that the light will always shine.
Smiling faces are illuminated
with careless smiles.
As we age,
the flawless glass embarks on a journey
to dusty, ***** darkness.
Flickering on again, off again.
Flicker, flicker, flicker.
The more we grow,
the dimmer life becomes.
Gleamy turns to gloomy.
Bright ideas fade into obscurity.
Slowly but surely it begins to fade to grey.
The warmth gradually dissolves.
We desperately, frantically search for
the childish light we once held,
and shared to mightily with the world.
We soon realize,
there is no more light to be shared.
Flicker, flicker, flicker.
Suddenly,
All too suddenly. . .
The bulb burns out.
We are left in the cold.
My life is a light bulb
and it's flickering away.
Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 3:18 PM UTC
I hovered down my cursor
Towards the Facebook icon
My senses were in fervor
For one notification.
I clicked the drop down button
That was drenched in crimson red
My mind had an implosion
As I decoded what it said.
Someone sent a game request
To me when time was lush
My day embarks another quest
In the game of candy crush.
A ticket, life, or power-up
Could be the thing I need
To clear the way and reach the top
And in the ranks I'll lead.
A move that swaps a jelly bean
Perhaps could form an "L"
A wrapper bomb then could be seen
Explosion it would spell.
Maybe an orange lozenge
Could pile in lines of four
A striped bomb could come in revenge
And wipe out lanes for score.
A bunch of yellow lemon drops
I'll surely link to five
In time a color bomb would pop
And clear the candy hive.
Heaps of lollipop heads in blue
And purple cluster sweets
Could get swept out in a row or two
By coco wheels or jelly fish.
How lovely it would be to see
A medley of combination
Bombs and power-ups in spree
To a rainbow candy motion.
Two wrapper bombs would be enough
To blast two groupings clean
Two striped ones make a checker stuff
Where blocks have ever been.
A wrapper and a color bomb
Blast off a certain hue
A color bomb and a stripe in clump
Stripe out some colors too.
Perhaps of all the tricks I've seen
The one that serves me great
A duo of color bombs would mean
The end of all the slate.
The sun may rise, the moon may set
I'll be there to sit and play
A sweet treat is all I need to get
And I'll complete my day.
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC
Love of mine
I think it's my time to die
But I must leave you behind
as I fade away into the Dark
*
A darkened light
my pain fades into the night
but Darling, you hold me tight
as if I am to be missed
*
Whispers in my ears
saying there's no need to fear
but I can't help but be stunned
to have you so near
*
So lay down here beside me
as my soul embarks,
as I fade away into the Dark
*
You could see, me on one knee
before you humbly
as a ring was given
*
But my life's done now
as you bury me in the ground
and look at the lose you've found
A future is now destroyed
*
Whispers in my ears
saying there's no need to fear
but I can't help but be stunned
to have you so near
*
So lay down here beside me
as my soul embarks,
as I fade away into the Dark
*
You and me, so much that no longer can be
but dear, I am truly free
no sleepless nights or pain
*
To hold me down
the Afterlife awaits now
It's nothing to cry about
cause we'll be together soon
*
I'll wait for you
*
Whispers in my ears
saying there's no need to fear
but I can't help but be stunned
to have you so near
*
So lay down here beside me
as my soul embarks,
as I fade away into the Dark
*
Aug 4, 2014
Aug 4, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
In the fall of light,
Trees turn to stone.
This time the sun removes,
Told in tales of the rise of moon.
Light winds rustle rusted leaves—
And a fur will soon be feathered in a bed.
And silence screeches as some flying bark embarks
And the very trees are hollowed in their grieves of the newly
Throrned, red, running rose— of the dearly claimed, arisen dead.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 9:11 PM UTC
Everyone is dead, I think.
Be it morning or night, I don't sleep a wink.
In thoughts, I retire, I rebel, I transpire.
This spring holds none to miss,
This air, to me, holds no bliss.
I think of sanity now and then,
But overpowered, I run back to my den.
The sky embarks upon the fairest hue,
And I sit patiently for death to ensue.
How loyal I am to this greed —
To have my insanity freed.
May 27, 2025
May 27, 2025 at 1:44 PM UTC
A treacherous journey one embarks on to heal,
With unexpected turns in the path it is not linear,
Through adversities there will be triumphs,
In hardship you will prevail,
Keep going in the direction the universe has set for you,
Keep growing at the pace that is right for you,
Individualize your experience and embrace your process,
You are deserving of the kindness bolstering within.
Jun 5, 2021
Jun 5, 2021 at 1:44 PM UTC
In the fall of light,
Trees turn to stone.
This time the sun removes,
Told in tales of the rise of moon.
Light winds rustle rusted leaves—
And a fur will soon be feathered in a bed.
And silence screeches as some flying bark embarks
And the very trees are hollowed in their grieves of the newly
Throrned, red, running rose— of the dearly claimed, arisen dead.
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
broken shards of glass and snow
pick up each one blow by blow
mix my blood into the earth
paper tigers have no worth
set my sails to open sea
unbind the knots and set me free
I elucubrate my feeble quarrel
composed of petals, orchids floral
taste the crumbs and rusk abound
ne'er again to hear the sound
longing sighs and an exhale
and all the night could entail
but you care for dim shadows not
and dawn becomes long forgot
my words spill on pages flat
each sheet falls through the slat
my thesis burns by candle light
every sentence shifts more trite
but you remain my constant spark
and for a moment, hope embarks
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
***No rest
for a lost boy
he knows no bounds
A journey he embarks
What he seeks
is yet found
A premature hatred
Like ******
He pukes
pain
from stomach
For weeks
he is weak
For days
he is dazed
Eyes vengefully blazed
bullets flew
grenades blew
Such beautiful lies
Unhappiest
of times
No disguising it
This child has lost
A dreadful crime
He executed
right along with his
mind***
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 5:09 PM UTC
You never really know what’s coming,
a small wave, a big one.
Life is surprising,
because someone came along.
With every crash of a wave,
the stress is washed away.
Every minute spent with you,
I have faced the earth, brave.
The day arrived when I had to wear my veil,
a beautiful white lace of purity.
This day embarks us to set sail,
of our moments of gentle charity.
It may be inevitable,
for the high tides to drown us away.
Let’s not make our impulses irrevocable.
Together we can fight the days of gray.
Waves don’t die,
same as my love for you.
Look at the sky,
the stars shine for me and you.
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 11:34 PM UTC
A lone, solitary ship sails out
Where on earth will be its route?
From a peaceful harbor, it embarks
Nervous, but ready to make its mark
It's not sturdy, its not massive
Not a luxury ship, it's more passive
Dingy and plain, it has only one sail
What will it do if the winds prevail?
Cold and cruel are the seas
Ready to swallow up what they may please
Strong and mighty is not this boat
Yet Will alone shall keep it afloat
Currents may seize it and shake its foundations
Nature may not produce good relations
But what if there was never a risk?
The currents calm and the winds not brisk?
What would propel this little boat forward?
The ride, smooth, if every inch was assured?
Its size looks incapable to prove the odds wrong
Yet even little things can be strong
Bigger and better ships will pass it by
Overtaking its course, they will fly
But Will alone will be the fuel
And Faith, above, shall be the guiding tool
Though the winds are coarse, and the boat dips
Just try and sink this ship!
Only the Captain will decide that fate
He can force the rains and winds to dissipate
It can take lightning strikes, rain and sleet
It can take it and not feel much defeat
For it has coursed all kinds of weather
Only to prove that is is better
So onward go! Forward sail!
Do not be afraid to fail!
Here it comes over the blue horizon
And just look how it sails on!
It proves the naysayers wrong
As the little boat chugs along
And there it goes around the bend
Not satisfied till it reaches its end
Jul 21, 2010
Jul 21, 2010 at 6:50 PM UTC
The poetic apprentice constantly
ponders and plans.
He dreams up wondrous writings that through critisms can stand.
He imagines mystical miracles he elaborates with his hand
Unending possibilities his vast
Mind demands
He scoures the depths and peruses vast heights.
He indulges crisp, cool mornings and envelops the nights.
He listens for lyrical lullabies and observes majestical sights.
He journeys throughout space
as he embarks on jaw-dropping flights.
The poetic apprentice searches
The depths of his heart
He dissects it and reads it
And tears it apart.
Then divulges it's secrets
And crafts them into his art
He wishes so dearly that his
Work becomes no disaster
He keeps his senses in tune
In hopes he'll one day be a master
As more work pours out the
Pressure grows faster and faster
But he'll slow down and humble himself
As his work evolves and becomes vaster
Now the poetic apprentice sighs
A great sigh of relief
He wipes off his brow
As he mumbles "good grief!"
His work is now over his
work is complete.
He knows they will like it.
Its his faith, his belief
The poetic poet now bows
To you, his work is bequeathed
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 11:39 PM UTC
Merciless tears hollow the cadavers
Amniotic fluid erupts heavy and pallid
In this sulfur of wildflower sea
Transparent flesh kissing the mouth of ashes
As the hours grow intense
Suicidal mouthfuls of a language down on my knees
Descending mysteriously in roots as the vines bleed
The noise of limitless feathers of the heavens
Pandemonium embarks to the unforgiving provider of the flames
Dancing constantly with poverty and shame
Cremated, tangled, and warped
Fingers, hands, and arms
This creator has wronged
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
The dreamy eye lashes of your eyes
When they meet,
The soft wisps of your hair
When they fly,
The quiver of your lips
When you feel shy,
The spell of your smile
When it comes by
Stirs the void in me.
Resurrects the dream.
And my heart,
Then embarks on a flight
Of myriad conjectures
Only to stumble
And fall
In the abyss
Of lustful hope.
.. Yet again.
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 1:26 AM UTC
In the fall of light,
Trees turn to stone.
This time the sun removes,
Told in tales of the rise of moon.
Light winds rustle rusted leaves—
And a fur will soon be feathered in a bed.
And silence screeches as some flying bark embarks
And the very trees are hollowed in their grieves of the newly
Throrned, red, running rose— of the dearly claimed, arisen dead.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
As your perfume inebriates my senses
My arms around the thighs of you - a paragon of beauty.
I can hear your heart pumping against my chest
You have numbed my senses,
You have intoxicated my soul.
You see,
You
Ndi
You came along into my life with such ease,
Like the ebb and flow of water.
Yet you have begun a war in my life;
My eyes think they're most blessed,
They linger on your beauty
And savor on the beauty of your eyes,smile
But everyone else disagrees.
My ears relish on your voice.
The kind words and witty remarks.
My skin boasts on the tenderness of your skin.
Though if you walk a mile in the shoes of my heart, you will realise
It embarks on an incomprehensible journey.
And here with your legs between mine,
your head on my shoulder,
My heart knows it's in the right place.
It ponders on how it came across you, however.
As I bask in the feeling of your fingers between mine,
the adrenaline rush that runs through my arteries, down my spine.
I gaze into your eyes and wander...
Wonder!
As I analyze the memoirs of you,
your scent that lingers still...
the makeup that's smudged on my collar.
As my heart travels at the speed of light at every thought of you,
All I see,
Vividly,
is you, Ndi.
My paragon of beauty!
Jan 20, 2014
Jan 20, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
From the ores of the mine comes this hunk of steel
transported and heated with vigorous zeal
expertly pounded in the heat of the deil
to ensure is strength is all but sealed
After cooling, the blade becomes a sharpened wedge
as lasers trace a name, then begin to dredge
packed and shipped with a solemn pledge
In a soldiers hands, this will be a victorious edge
Leather is tanned and cut to make the knife a rest
and is handed out to one of America's best
As the blade embarks on its woeful quest
It's owner will be safe with it at his chest
Jul 4, 2011
Jul 4, 2011 at 7:21 PM UTC
(11 May 1934 -November 2022)
Mister Wilson, salt of the earth
a peaceful poet, embarks on rebirth
His charm, his wit, his humble wisdom
We honour now with candle lit
A gardener of words and of the land
May he be led lovingly by the hand
to a place full of foxes and robins
with trees, flowers, and crystal clear waters
May he find there all he loves dearly
As we celebrate his life and see his heart more clearly
Sweet dreams to our dear friend
You are in our hearts, our love we send
❤
Nov 25, 2022
Nov 25, 2022 at 3:57 AM UTC
A single seed
Watch and it shall grow
No measure to length
Or width to abide
But grow it must
And will forever
Not this to subside
One embarks
To grow to grow
With what before
Only known from once
Shown and grown
From dirt to dusk
We rise
And fall
Expand and collapse
But grow
Is in all the seeds to begin
Growth the only ingredient no
Destination
Manuel
Or infiltration
From small to large
Large in sight
For this we grow
To take flight within
Ones soul
Which growth
Sees to ignite
From nest to barrier
From mouth to tongue
From stars to planets
Far and wide we all must grow
Outward and inward
But inward it’s from
The center point
From which all to grow
Not outward to expand
We rise inward
Occasionally to fall
But inward its there
The growth we mustn’t forget to dare
Inside
Inside
From within
We see
The begin and the end
From inside
That is all of me
Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 1:20 PM UTC