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Jellyfish Dec 2016
my eyes sting from tiredness
also from tears of laughter
i love tonight, you're such an enchanter.
you can call me homeboy whenever you want.
Know throughout as

Mohan the enchanter.

or even Gopala or Govinda

Jagganatha is known as



Shri Krishna appeared in Gokul

Many legends have been told

with skin as Jambul as a jamun

And flute music like the song of a bulbul



Legends and stories carry on

through rasleela, they are known

through Krishna Lila, they are showcased

but all throughout the king is born



His radiance appearance of

Jambul skin and a peacock feather

or even crown in Tribhanga and his flute

with sweets notes of love



As a warrior in the battle of Kurukshetra

Throughout the Mahabharata, he is known

here he shared with Arjuna

what is known as the Bhagavad Geeta



Hare Krishna Hare Krishna,

Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama

Rama Rama Hare Hare



With this, I offer my salutations to you

Oh Lord Krishna,

Please accept my humble

request to thee
Josh Mar 2013
She reveled above the film
of Central Park sun-rays

Angel of granite,
seductress
of seagulls

Perched above her iconic
feathered fingers

Angel of granite,
enchanter of flocks

of well traveled bodies
flecked with salty sea crystals

Angel of granite,
fountain May

Cascades dancing diamonds
from her feet

Posing for pictures,
frozen in heat
of
Summertime sailboat
breeze

Angel of granite, goddess of
brittle bird bones

wading in
chlorine puddles of tears
Ekphrasis poem based off of Bethesda Fountain in NY:
http://ephemeralnewyork.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/bethesdafountain.jpg
Seán Mac Falls Jan 2015
So easy falling,
Into deep chasm— her lips,
Only cost myself.
With the agony of loneliness,
In a misty evening...
The doleful lady strolled down the garden.

There she walked with downcasted eyes and a wan look
Brooding over her scarred face from a malady.

She had a vision..
An Enchanter....

A handsome soul with elegant looks,
attractive high forehead,
sparkling eyes and shiny hair
advanced towards her with a beaming smile.

The air was perfumed with a heavenly fragrance.

She was enchanted by his magical spell.
She took hold of his arms stretched towards her,
Together they entered the enchanted world.

They flew through the clouds, sat on moon,
danced in the sky, flew over the waterfalls, grasslands and sea.

Eventually, she found herself in her garden.
The Enchanter was nowhere to be seen......

Taken aback by her encounter, she sat near the fountain,
glimpsed through her reflection....

Unbelievable...
She spotted a beautiful lady as her reflection,
A gentle breeze caressed her face,

Yes... it had the same heavenly fragrance.
I never knew those glossy eyes
Could tell such great lies to me
I never knew the promises you told
Were merely screens to the lies that were to unfold
I never knew that silent banter
Was a way to conceive acts, to reveal an enticing enchanter
I never knew I would question love
And think all we had was not pure, graceful and simple, like a morning dove
My only sweet escape from this, was the swirled twilight
That formed between the glowing horizon and the tranquil skylight
As I sat there on the tethered rock
I came to a conclusion that I might ironically be mocked for
In general life is a conspiracy of activities to deceive
So join the crowd, before the game is complete
Or in return, for being so humble and veracious, life will equal to a momentous defeat
mark john junor Jun 2014
i dreamt of the carnivals caravan
dreamt of the wild rose who dwelt there
enchanter of strange spells under
the quick moon flying in clouds high up
beyond fingertips reach
enchanter of rich tapestry within moonlight
of compassion's gentlest light
her sweet smiles embraces all

the caravan laid up roadside for the night
and she spread out her blanket
with her hoops she would spin the stars upon
with her hoops she would spin her magic and song
she picked a bead from her woven hair
and set it like a jewel in the center of my world
and with gentlest grin
did ask if i wished to be lost or found
knowing not which to be i let her choose
and wrapping the hoops round her
she spun the song of seasons feast
she wove the tale from fabric of starlight and roses

in the morning light
i awoke to the last carriage of the caravan
cresting distant hill like a the last piece of dream fading
i had been set loose like a strange ship on a strange sea
to find my destiny in the wild western lands
where a dark dusky angel would
take me into her song
where i would find a ship to set sail
for the lost edens tale
Zero Nine Jul 2017
Save my life
        It's nothing but wasted.
Pull aside
     the green, leaden curtain.
Of envy, it fills my
            every move with deadened motion.
          Come inside, won't you?
Save my life
From        a c c i d e n t a l        hurt
        From despair too
   Carelessly placed to
Be on       p u r p o s e.

What if it was?
Would you trust me?
Enough to relax,
eyes rolled back?
I don't promise much,
and I can't promise
a soft place where
and when I drop you.

              I'll d r o p you.
Rachel C Apr 2016
I have done many exceptional things in my life.
I have traveled to far-away worlds with effervescent seas.
I have fought alongside rebels and mutineers: against oppressive dukes and deities.
I, so vividly, remember the times I danced on the tops of skyscrapers. Thereafter howling at the moon with my fellow gypsies. But more than that, I remember the gentle laughter of friends.
I remember the soft hands of those I love on mine, while the sunsetted on an entirely unforgettable day.
I find my grandest adventures after the sun has dipped down out of sight, and the moon has risen to illuminate my so out of focus world.
I find them as I’m hunched over in my bed.
I find them as my fingers are trembling over the keys of a laptop; the glow of the screen burning in my eyes.
As I rip post-it notes full of ideas off my walls and mesh them together, I become some sort of enchanter; thus beginning yet another journey.
Although I may have not truly gone on such adventures, the feeling would remain the same if I had. Because, as I’ve come to realize, the truest of grand adventures starts with simply a single blank page and the desire to tell an earth-shattering story.
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
She's an emotional vampire
She'll **** out what she desires
She preys on the lonely
Making them think they are her one and only

She lives off their emotion
Love or hate, just as long as it's commotion
She thrives on the drama
Leaving behind only trauma

She'll take you down slow
You won't even know
Till she releases her hold
Leaving behind only holes
Where she's ****** out your soul

She's an emotional vampire
She'll burn you like Hell's fire
She's quite the enchanter
Her whole life is a banter
It's only the emotion that matters
She sparkles like a sapphire
That emotional vampire
Diego Cocinero Mar 2015
Baa
“Baa”, Bylon fell into a soft woolen sigh
Hoping a bright star would cross the great sky
For these now were the long nights of the year
And to miss her nightly wish was her humble fear
To be safe and keep healthy, and also from harm
Was a wish she’d kept constant for those on the farm
But tonight the stars set still in their twinkling
And for hope of a change, Bylon had just an inkling
Zion, the lion had sprung from the sun
Come out of the union with the infinite One
Born of fire, his desire was to teach what he’d learned
From inside the live spirit, whereas he had burned
For more knowledge, more wisdom and that in between
From experiences he foresaw and those he had seen
His fiery launch propelled him to the planet of life
Where he wished to release at least one lamb from strife
Her eyes, they met the fire from afar
Happy at last to see her shooting star
She knew she had waited for this night to come
And as it drew nearer, she became numb
It was brighter than any she’d seen before
A brilliant blue-violet emerged from its core
Larger in size it grew as it approached
A ball of flames and sparks burst when our sky it touched
With this fiery display, Bylon’s mouth was agape
Gasping in awe with the flames taking shape
They formed a large head atop a four-legged frame
As she noticed its tail, she heard “Zion’s my name
I will not harm you, please trust me”, he demanded
“As you can see, I’ve not burned where I’ve landed
Your fleece won’t catch fire, for the flames are illusion
Made of pure light to aid my propulsion”
Bylon’s fear soon faded from Zion’s assurance
Yet still was amazed by the recent occurrence
She managed to mumble some sort of a greeting
She admitted “I’m humbled by this fantastic meeting
Your majestic appearance has built my suspense
I imagine your purpose here is just as intense”
Zion now brightened with his chance to speak
“My Father was right, you’re incredibly meek
Of course all that he says is always the truth
And I’m happy he sent me in the prime of your youth
For the task he set forth for me to present
Is much more marvelous than my display of descent
You have been chosen to journey the planets within
This system of orbs where they do more than spin”
“Their attitudes differ as like the animals here
And the attributes they share most subtly appear
In fact as we pass the atmosphere here and now…”
“We’re already in outer space!” She exclaimed “Wow!”
“We’ve decided on lady’s first, my Father and I
So off to the planet Venus you and I will fly”
As they glided through space guided by a blue-greenish glow,
Bylon’s expression inside began to surface and grow
She smiled with glee, her eyes wide with surprise
Zion glowed even greater when he caught a glimpse of her eyes
A look of sadness and welled up tears of bliss
And sooner than she’d thought, they’d come to Venus
Bylon began to sense a magnificent pleasance
As they crossed over into the planet’s comfortable essence
A complete warming comfort caused her to tingle inside
While fearlessly floating in a free-falling glide
The two of them softly landed on billowing gas
A substance that sustained as planetary mass
It swirled around and soon started to whisper
She spoke “I am Venus, please feel at home here”
And Bylon did, as Zion knew she would
For the surrounding energy was only good
The voice of Venus was like the song of a bird
The most beautiful sound Bylon had ever heard
She assured them they were welcome as long as they were there
And soon she bid farewell to the pair
They departed and felt at ease with the journey
They were traveling now to Mercury for learning
For he was the most educated of the bunch
And they’d arrived there with precise timing for lunch
Mercury was prepared and shared with them food
For to do any different would have made him feel rude
The food was served warm as was his generous banter
When he played music and sang, he was the enchanter
His charm was abundant, and his knowledge was great
They had learned much in the time to clear a plate
Feeling mentally full and digestively fit
Restlessness set in, causing inability to sit
Bylon expressed how gracious this time had been
Zion agreed, sharing Bylon’s ear-to-ear grin
Mercury gave his regards and bid them a safe and swift trip
“Hope you catch Mars in a good mood” was his departing tip
Zion assured Bylon there was no cause for worry
And with a flash, off to Mars, all around becoming blurry
When they came closer to the red planet of war
There could be heard a loud noise, as if the sky had just tore
A rippling resonance was felt as they still flew through space
There was a fierce storm brewing at a marvelous pace
Dense and coarse clouds of sand swirled around on the ground
Flying rock and ferocious flurries created a deafening sound
It was frightening, Bylon voiced, to see such a display
Zion assured her, “This turmoil is his only way
To express his frustrations and fears open and free
And release the pressure that he harbors beneath
For Mars is the protector of the bodies in this system
As a passionate warrior, he‘s proud to assist them
There’s a spot we can land in the eye of the storm
As we touch down there you may feel quite warm”
With a turbulent landing, Bylon felt less at ease
The storm’s cyclonic friction added several degrees
Enough to make the usually cold planet quite hot
For this size of a storm, though, this seemed a safe spot
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” bellowed the red planet
Mars strives for the best measure, just as he planned it
“We come with peaceful intent”, Zion now pleaded
“I’m curious to know your discontent” Bylon bleated
“Are you actually worried about being attacked?”
“This is more than protection, as a matter of fact.”
“This is how I display my deepest passions”
“Through my physical aggressive actions”
“If challenged, I keep intact my defenses”
“This seems to hone my other present senses”
“Interesting,” spoke Bylon “you are quite frank.”
“For your honesty and candor I do thank”
Zion added “It’s nice that we can feel safe here”
“In the midst of this, and yet free from fear”
“Regardless, we should probably be on our way”
“It has been nice here after all” Bylon began to say
Mars bade them farewell, and let up on the storms
His personality seemed to surface in so many forms
Bylon, feeling anxious about meeting another
“Let’s visit Jupiter, the next planetary brother”
“His large size is quite impressive to me” said she
“Plus I’ve heard good things of his philosophy”
Zion added “it is true, he has quite a broad-mind”
“His nature towards others I find to be kind”
The moons of Jupiter alone were amazing
Bylon thought, as she found herself gazing
Io, Callisto, Ganymede, and Europa were just four
Further observance spotted evidence of even more
Upon arrival Jupiter provided a most jovial welcome
“I’m happy to see you made it this far” he tells them
Zion filled him in of how well it had been going
“Although I’m sure you will end up knowing,”
“Due to your extensive knowledge of this system”
“Without such data it would be hard to assist them”
“This is true” acknowledged Jupiter, “of their history, how”
“It relates to all that is to come and what is here now”
“For the cycles that encompass our existence in space”
“Help us observe the rhythm behind their embrace”
“We’ve seen comets return, and their hint of a path”
“With which we calculate through the precision of math”
“And in turn this must give you a broader perspective”
Bylon spoke thoughtfully “It must keep you most active”
“Keeping tabs on this wildly diverse planetary tribe”
“And in this you must take quite a bit of pride”
“I try to be a modest giant in their midst” Jupiter said
“Not wanting any of them to think I have a big head”
Zion thought the large planet to be very admirable
To speak of his great role and still remain humble
Thanking generous Jupiter for his cheery disposition
The gracious lion reminded Bylon of their mission
As Bylon gratefully extended a reluctant goodbye
Zion launched them up and through Jupiter’s sky
In a twist, a turn and the faintest flicker of his tail
The two now eyed a course for Saturn and set sail
Bylon was suddenly amazed by the sight before her
Brilliantly colored rings that beckoned any explorer
Zion explained to her the protection she’d been granted
From the hot and cold planets on which they’d landed
He also noted that with Saturn it would differ slightly
As his coldness was from inside a place locked tightly
For Saturn was the most reserved of all planets known
But from his wisdom we all have greatly grown
He patiently ponders many mysteries from within
Giving the necessary thought through meditation
“I have been expecting you”, Saturn gravely claimed
“It’s nice of you to come on the day that was named”
“After an old Italian corn god who once had a week”
“Revered in his honor for which I no longer seek”
“So for all of God’s purposes I accept my position”
“Ancient insight bestowed through introspective vision”
“And yet, like most times, I want to be alone”
“So I’ll send you two on the way you are going”
From the rings surrounding they took their flight
To the planet known for the system’s darker side
This would be Uranus, who behaved a bit odd
Erratic was his usual behavior, more often than not
(unfinished ballad)
This is an unfinished work I started in '99 & have not yet brought myself to finish.
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
She's an emotional vampire
She'll **** out what she desires
She preys on the lonely
Making them think they are her one and only

She lives off their emotion
Love or hate, just as long as it's commotion
She thrives on the drama
Leaving behind only trauma

She'll take you down slow
You won't even know
Till she releases her hold
Leaving behind only holes
Where she's ****** out your soul

She's an emotional vampire
She'll burn you like Hell's fire
She's quite the enchanter
Her whole life is a banter
It's only the emotion that matters
She sparkles like a sapphire
That emotional vampire
AngLe Aug 2017
oh charmer love birth anew mirth row create
parti pris hero feet code beggery shy
O'observer livly emotion fire late
prom fixed nor vermont star laker blind stand sigh
paint pictures sonce herald noise lith summer sky
Vix'en burgh friend animal sibling charter
ɪçɘ valuta price night cast Prince pupil counter
#*** #biblical
Seán Mac Falls Jul 2013
So easy falling,
Into deep chasm— her lips,
Only cost myself.
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
She's an emotional vampire
She'll **** out what she desires
She preys on the lonely
Making them think they are her one and only

She lives off their emotion
Love or hate, just as long as it's commotion
She thrives on the drama
Leaving behind only trauma

She'll take you down slow
You won't even know
Till she releases her hold
Leaving behind only holes
Where she's ****** out your soul

She's an emotional vampire
She'll burn you like Hell's fire
She's quite the enchanter
Her whole life is a banter
It's only the emotion that matters
She sparkles like a sapphire
That emotional vampire
Seán Mac Falls Dec 2015
So easy falling
Into deep chasm— her lips
Only cost myself
RILEY Sep 2013
Heads revolving around topics and unanswered questions,
And questions about a lonely fan
Staring at us, revolving its three pedal shaped figures,
Not creating any new air,
Just transcending what we already have to us
Which I find pretty ironic…
But we can’t live without that fan can we?
I lost track of time not because I am lost, but because my phone died on me
Along with all the other people around ;
The unity between material and man…
My coffee, is black
And so is her sweater now half wrinkled half folded over,
Because she can’t seem to figure out a way to sit,
A way to think
A way to sink in the thoughts of the whole universe within one glace of her beautiful eyes-
Bumping into mine;
And our eye contact couldn’t stand longer than two seconds,
But in those two seconds,
I met her,
I got to know her better,
We went on our first date
I created a whole scenario about us living together and having a child running to me saying
“dad, how did you meet mommy” but child I never did…
Smiling faces, joyful faces
Shape the vibe of the coffee shop that has been my sanctuary for the summer;
The summer of “enchanter”, blue silver and white lights
Long walks on the shores of my chores,
And thoughts that were once yours
Until you sent me those messages
And from that day I realized I am alone.
I am alone for when I met you,
You told me the story of how once you were a child
Growing up between warheads and air headed brothers,
And fairy dust brushed off of the VCR tapes from your favorite movies
Which are now nothing but old 90’s classics.
When I met you,
You talked to me of how you want to become a fashion designer,
And visit france and sleep in paris
Stopping time right at the moment when you find your prince charming,
Because if time passes by and you grow old
You lose track of things and time and not cause your phone died on you
But because you are lost.
You are lost in space and time for when
I met you, you told me about past crushes and crushed hearts,
Future plans and undiscovered parts;
But you never told me about you now…who you are…
As if it was my job to discover that,
As if I was obliged to read the signs in your desperate eyes
And come up with a full analysis of the thing that is you
On a white sheet, same as the one I was writing on
Before I cried poetry upon it;
And poetry becomes fire when in contact with the air I breathe,
And so I choke on ashes every time I see you
For the poetry I wanna write could not be spoken so I just keep it inside;
I just keep it inside and choke on it…
When i wrote this...it was actually on a white receipt in a coffee shop...
Seán Mac Falls Oct 2012
So easy falling,
Into deep chasm— her lips,
Only cost myself.
Revin Nov 2013
Pale as the pumpkin seed hulls.
Salted covered with tears.
Blustered bloom enchanter.
Grinned, and abolished sins.
Accursed and haunted, those who pestered.
Engulfed in snowy splendour!
Don't read if tyring. Don't think this is absurd. Don't don't love me.
My grandmas hands were gentle as the skin was raw from water. I loved her.
Now you know me. She loved me. always. wanting me to wear a cap not to freeze deep. I always beat up my brother at chess if we play slow.
Clocks bounce me out of my natural rhythm. My thought processes are sheer speed as light and love is. Now you don't know me. The best ice cream I ever had was in Köppenhagen. The best strawberries are from the nearest forest. Not there. Aaaapchoooo.
                      We posses only the internal first right to grow

To become longer and thirst. . . for each other to be subjected to
                                       heart throat belly sweet feet wrenched longings and the Psyche subtexted and restored on our Path
                   saved from the diaries of diabolic old id

Awww the crazy romantics overlaps my reason frequently thinking of you
overflooding my boiling red rivers, being genuine blooe blood blooms

                          The Enchanter Neptune is here within this perfect I am entwined making love to my Venus and the Arrow of Eros flies impeccably from the bow's tangental string long before it hit me in the core of my radiant formidability
                            formatting the infinite flowers open from the rose bleeding             tears of honeysuckle nectar alluring even the still air around us
              
                      breeze deep lovers
                         our written diaphanous dreams untangle this fluent love of fluctuations - "madam i'm madly intoxicated with thou love" - spinning
                    mind to body
                             pinnin' up our glowing souls to the edge of the nearest galactic centre approaching as a dark unforgettable symphony
                        attractive spirits permutating
visages, forms and visions
                          zebras, donkeys and magnificent horses stampeding
to the shores of passionate burning collision    

I have had this most magical dreams of different creatures emerging out of the ocean waves forming in the foam of their peeks, or as large as mighty waves when they grab you and swing you on their amplitudes. We are all velocity swimmers, for others we dive, for me you floaat above the mundane... I love your thoughtful elegance This style of a heart budding into ions of ineffable revelations
I was walking under ancient palm trees and healthy pines . . . on the Riva dressed in linnen summers dress . A humble content joyful human being Castaneda's legacy dreamer ... A spectator of energy waves on the real coloured gem deep dark azul and deep blue see . . . emerging flamingoes and pelicans transforming into dolphins, fish, little birds, turtles, lions, whales  
                          each other merging
as a cluster of maidens in Roman bathtubs waiting for Turkish honey to be massaged and soaked deeply into their bronze white skins as they were a perfect medium for younger mystics : As they are tempted to be untamed from untainment again
What I do  know
         is that        magic is floating all around me and I don't convey this simple fact with exact assurance in no time : are we sinking or gliding as a spectre of wave lenght

My friend din't love Aurora Borealis. He's too much of a loner and I felt that the triangular topography of my electro charged notebook
was a magnetic love tale from the enchanted forest. I was mistaken. I could . .  in my utter..  the immediate intricate love crush occured

Unintentionall y
for The Northern Exposures went surfin' south. From here we switch easily from one Galaxy to another. Easily! Come! Choose wise, my inspiration, my
Nebulae
    before the cosmic wind rattles my green bones and crush them into nonexistence, brawling and wavering the micro humus for the next generations.
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic Shore
Travis Green Jul 2023
He makes me feel so gratified
When I rivet my eyes
On his dreamy, tender invention
So entranced by his breathtaking radiant handsomeness
So mesmerically beardalicious and superbelicious
So manlicious and sweetalicious

I am so hopelessly in love
With his mad splashy immaculacy
His eye-catching swagger makes my mouth water
His impassioned ravishing masculineness
Makes me crave to melt
In his top-drawer rock-hard arms

Make me feel so soft
Lose control, floating on air
Gaze in awe at his marvelous sparkling hotness
Listen to his dope, macho tone
As he knocks my socks off

Make my head spin
Make me so drunk
On his untouchable gangbuster ruggedness
When he stares at me
He has me catching feelings
Rhapsodizing about his sexually arousing appetizingness

He affects and arrests me
Infects me with his overwhelmingly compelling love
My honeyed succulent lover man
I am so strung out on his monster luscious thugness
Everything about his greatness
Emblazoned in my inner space

Feel his flesh pressed to mine
Creep in my mind and beguile me boundlessly
Make my heart beat rapidly
As I burn to merge with his immersivity
Let him take control of me
And be my romantic fantasy enchanter
Love on me for a month of sensational Sundays
Sarah Jystad Feb 2010
Here is the situation,
As unfortunate as it is,
You no longer have a significant part of my heart.
Once there used to be a time, twice a time, when thoughts
bombarded my mind and chances were they concerned you.
But now my eyes, as reluctant as they are, can see you,
You unintentional enchanter.
You accidental seducer.
You oblivious snarer of infatuated captivation.
You are the alpha of canker blossoms.
You are the epitome of everything that frustrates me.

I used to live in a house where the
Walls were your voice and your face.
A mental institution in which I was never voluntarily admitted.
A house of mirrors in which I couldn’t see myself or anybody else,
My thirst for your infatuation reflected,
Mocking smiles of every kind.

I cried blackened tears that fell to the
Ground and then flew into the sky like
Bleached ravens, like childhood dreams,
So carefully groomed by the mommies and the daddies,
Collapsing into little liquid drops dripping through the desperate holes of a strainer.

I cried because you seemed to find it
Necessary to seek interests in other girls
And never me.
I am not a bruised apple;
I am not a crushed autumn leaf;
I am not a discarded baby blanket;
And I am not unworthy.
So why in god’s oh so deemed holy name
Have you not seen me?

Or maybe you see it right on my face,
Like I’m a displayed canvas as easy to
See as red blushed from a pale, void surface,
And you are just messing with me.
Playing with me
As I am your spaniel and you can treat me as such?
Like I am a doll whose string you pull
And receive a pathetic voice pleading,
Love me love me.
Am I below your standard of interesting?
What could possibly be so wrong with or about me that repulses you?
Not you really, but more your interest in me.
At this moment I am wound tighter with exasperation
More than any moment before.
You will always be a tug of war in my life.
If only I could simply expel you,
The nuisance you are.
12/22/08
Vicky May 2014
Our mortal souls flew downstairs
and the river sings, and the river sings,
rushing to the forest’s veins;
they’re humming, crying, hoping
for a day of absolute thrill                                                           ­                     

My ankles broke in a chimera;
I reach for you in one flying umbrella
Rise in the sky, the sweetest day
Despite the day of promised storm,
your flashing eyes still glow; describe the rainbow

And that’s why I never stop to
pray for the highest Lord to give you
an amazing point of view, of
pretty roads, bees of the flowers
inside the castle of your dearly
enchanter
Nielsen Mooken Jun 2014
I arise to thee, beautiful pilgrim
Returning to the ***** of Winter,
Droving forth the winds once full of whims,
But now bound to thy will- oh Enchanter
Of the first dancing lights- by the promised
Arrival of the new Gods of the sky.
You wear the morning light- Remised
Of the nascent azure and its red Eye -
Like a veil, in mourning of the silence.
The kings and queens of burning summer,
The din of the humans’ blissful pretense,
Will soon seek the night like moths a taper
And tributaries of parched skin will be paid
To the pest that walks, the old timekeeper
And the shaft flies and leaves things unsaid.
Away! Hot and languishing despair
For I arise to dreams of the sprites of Winter,
And the light kisses my skin like sweet Death,
Oh! Sweet, sweet ghost of coldness, here, my wreath!
Michael John Mar 2021
i am an enchanter
look deep to the star
twin and singular

far and far
for and for
lovers

as we are
and will be
circulars
to eternity..!
laila shaaban Apr 2018
I am an artist.
I never chose to be but as long as I can remember art was near,
There was no first meeting, no awkward first impression.
It was always right there.
Art is a part of me, a quality written in my biology it’s my personality.
I can’t escape the urge to create,
To illustrate the beautiful picture in my mind,
To encapsulate feelings, project ideas, perfect a masterpiece.
I am an artist I paint;
I paint in hues colors and strokes.
I paint in words sewn together as delicate as a feather,
Yet as painful as a healing wound.
I cower every time I hear them being read aloud
Because these words are windows straight into my thoughts.
Leaving me feeling vulnerable, that’s why some art is unutterable.
Best portrayed using a paintbrush.
Coating the canvas with every color of the spectrum and every spectrum of emotion. Watching the pigments flow with no resistance,
A brush sweeping softly or with deep solid strokes
Always flawless because creativity can never be mistaken
It only awakens new perspectives perfected by the artist
Portraying her ideas precisely.
I am an artist because losing my self in art is my passion,
A distraction, imagine the endless horizons.
Art is the closest thing to magic,
A paintbrush the closest to a wand,
And an artist the closest to becoming an enchanter.
Yue Wang Yitkbel Oct 2019
Verse:

Lofty darkness
Specks of obscured suns
Drooping light
Columns of lucid stars

Desert waves
I cannot tell if they are mountains
Or oceans
Desolate woodlands
We suffocate in the verdant and then
We’re forgotten

Chorus:

The desperation of the lost
Is not the emptiness of the barren
But unable to be found among the crowd
Obscurantist songs are rarely fully sung
For it may be above all, but none can reach
And none can teach
An incomprehensible truth
Is shapelessly hopeless
Is shapelessly hopeless  
Is shapelessly hopeless  

Bridge:

Like a pied enchanter, veiled and barely seen
With confidence unchallenged, he gestures deceit
As if waving alms of miracles so easily gained
Under dark carnival tents, quietly anticipating
The wonder of dazzling illusion, so fearfully arcane
The spectators kneel and bow to the ‘forged’ king

Verse:

Field of barley
Glares with gold utilitarianly  
River of humility
Ever ready to fulfill all thirst and needs

Stars faint and hazy
Only the clearest is used for guiding
Sunlight warm and cozy
Never bares itself for the elite only

Chorus:

The desperation of the lost
Is not the emptiness of the barren
But unable to be found among the crowd
Obscurantist songs are rarely fully sung
For it may be above all, but none can reach
And none can teach
And incomprehensible truth
Is shapelessly hopeless
Is shapelessly hopeless  
Is shapelessly hopeless  

Bridge:

Like a pied enchanter, veiled and barely seen
With confidence unchallenged, he gestures deceit
As if waving alms of miracles so easily gained
Under dark carnival tents, quietly anticipating
The wonder of dazzling illusion, so fearfully arcane
The spectators kneel and bow to the ‘forged’ king

CODA:

I’d rather be the ragged elder of solitary certainty
With sifts of wisdom and time, real grains filtering
Under the pure blue sky, the orange field gleaming
Watch over these substances over form fermenting
Would you rather have too much sugar till aching
Or let spirits pure send you to more pleasant dreams
Long version of:
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3381369/obscurantism/
By: Yitkbel Yue Xing ****
Original in Chinese written: Wednesday, October 30, 2019, 1:46 PM
Original English translated on:
Wednesday, October 30, 2019 9:44 PM
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Henk Holveck Feb 2016
If the time machine wasn't just wishful thinking.
I would go back to our sweet beginnings,
Spending days where it felt so natural.
Days with no animosity, no anger, jealousy or regret.


No despair, like I feel through my entire being.
I hate having to know that you're cutting me with your oblivious facade, goes left unspoken.
I'm left grieving over something that would provide us both happiness that could very well be imperishable.


Like most who have been on earth as long as ourselves, they don't know patience.
As well as don't realize or acknowledge the benefits our
elders recognized and still treat as a virtue.


It devastates my internal spirit that my nearly all the appreciated times we share are when humans vulnerable.
We lie there together, both in our own bliss.
I gracefully touch my lips to your cheek.
When you utter a non-seductive sound, I hear the sincerity in your vocal cords as they flow into my ear and drift straight to my heart.
It is only then I begin to remember why I invest in this bank with no reciprocation.


I don't demand anything from your pockets, wardrobe or any material possession. I just desire the return of love and companionship. Your presence makes my heart feel whole again, and I shower you with love.
The affection I try to give to you is forced away with your inappropriate giggles or illusionist approach.
I didn't know becoming sincere with someone who has so much significance in my life would be worse than marrying a inattentive enchanter.


I've undergone heartbreak without closure. I perceived I was safe enough to open my welded vault of three years. All caused by 14 months of disregarded tender intellect that left this heart in fragments that would never be able to become what it once was. If ever a heart is shattered into pieces, it's impossible to bond the sentimental epicenter entirely back together.
Like a mirror that an infuriated queen breaks when it reveals to her, her true disposition.


I wish my mirror wouldn't be destroyed again, because each time someone's heart is treated like a football, some pieces are always left behind.
I don't need a breadcrumb trail of glass to my grave.
However, this is life, and we don't always get what is desired.
Those who came before will find themselves desiring what they gave away, and it will lead them only to my tomb that they all played a part in building.
Travis Green May 2023
I have never felt so possessed
By a treasured affectionate enchanter
A deserving and shimmering rarity
A rad masculine splash
His engrossing and glowing machoness
Stokes my homoness

He makes me come closer to him
To feel him float my boat
Console my wholeness
Fold me in his warm, rock-hard arms
Feel his top-quality prominent hotness

Surge through my bones
Gawk into his ravishing cognac brown eyes
So stunningly **** and sultry
His flawless macho hotness
Sparkles in my inner world

He haunts my thoughts and feelings
Got me feeling all over myself
Got me fondling my glistening
And jiggling *******
So impressed by his majesticness

Let him capture my bareness and rareness
Enrapture me with his virile throbbing rod
Enter my center of pleasure
Cherish my tightness, delight in my entireness
Fire up my wildness, devour me with his powerfulness

Make my mouth water, **** me harder
Talk passionate **** to me, slap my banging backside
Grip my hips, give me a thrill
Control my flow, stroke my soul
Go for the goal, smoke my manhole

Intimidate me with his amorous gaze
Make me scream, make me feen for more
Of his wickedly lascivious and thrilling thunder
As he dominates my favorite spot, conquers my heart
Let loose his man juice in my crash-hot coffee shop
Travis Green Aug 2023
He is my showy poetic dreamboat
My ebullient eye-catching enchanter
My blooming and soothing smooth talker
I wanna share the most enchanting evening with him
Lapse into his uplifting and thrilling realm
Of super sensual supremeness

Rub my juicy jumbo jugs
With his robust hands
Eat me up like a tempting feast
Call me his sweet yummy bombshell
As I revel in his playful sensational captivatingness

Draw me into his dreamy seductive thugness
I am so mentally enchanted
By his deep, soulful, and glowing machoness
How he tethers me to his dopeness
Has me at the mercy of his splashy hazardous masculineness

Taste him from head to toe
Check out his mouthwatering masterpiece
His broad chiseled pecs
His rock-solid shoulders
His long, tatted arms

He sparkles like the gorgeous morning sun
He stuns me with his  hunky young-looking hoodness
Looking like a million bucks
My radiant flamboyant eye-candy man
I wanna journey through his flourishing paradise
Of aesthetically appealing alluringness

Bow down to him, worship him
Feel all over him, drown in his dreaminess
Savor his ardent rhythmic litness
His intimidating gazes
His steamy temple of eccentric resplendent winsomeness
Jonathan Noble Nov 2013
Ah! Have I been deceived? Yes, but by my own weakness falling prey to another, the Enchanter, the god of grand vision and illusory promises.

But this other god now frightens me;
This other god is old and cold,
But not the Ancient of Days,
No! Now I know!
Love and mercy are not his ways.
The other god is stiff and barren,
And he makes me cringe,
Pushing me off to the outer fringe.
Ah! But that god is not You,
No! Now I know!
Which is why my faith can begin again.
Protected by Your right strong arm,
Kept safe from all harm,
I can rest myself against Your breast,
And say, ‘I love You,’
And hear the beat of Your heart,
And the whisper, ‘I love you, too.’
Amen.
i do as a ritual
or sometimes
have lost a wedding ring
intended for Blanca
but
yo soy
enchanter

1
2
3
4
5
6

each is part of a knucklebone
a divination of entrails
and all games
eternally
are fated to decide
nothing
!rtd
or
other commands
might invoke a virtual attempt
to decide destiny
to divine fate
but there is only one world
and we are in the only of all possible its
rained-on parade Feb 2013
Found myself staring
into the cold ceiling
thinking
if this could be right.

Weary soul and broken body,
you found me
when there were none
to see.

Right before this
we condoned with friendship,
but now
you've got me thinking of ties
more than them.

With my flesh and bone
by the telephone
waiting,
your overdue phone call.

Stealing glances and hushing breaths
you barely look at me now,
only feign an ignorance
and refuse to
pick up where we left off.

Call me a friend
Call me a cheater
Call me a liar
Call me a lost enchanter

But call me.
Just once.
Tonight.
Travis Green Sep 2021
I don’t regret falling
In love with you
For longing to rub
Your lovable abdomen
Your chocolate thrilling
Chests and *******
Oblique shoulders
Arms of ardor
His hands glowing
With hotness
My dreadhead enchanter
How he makes me beam
To watch his flawless
Awesomeness in motion
Travis Green Jul 2023
Kiss me, take me, lick me, embrace me
Take me in his rock-solid arms
Make me feel all of his sizzling hot masculinity
Feel his heavenly manly lips against my neck
Clamp his teeth on my ample brown mounds

******* tantalizing tips
Devour me with his romantically captivating eyes
Grab me, hijack me, smash me
Strip me naked, tell me how ******* hot I am
Regulate my gayness, make me sweaty as ****

Take me down, take me to pound town
Slam his firm, ****-worthy snake
Inside my pool of wetness
Enter the door of my core
Make me love him more and more

Slap my cheeks, spit in my face
Choke my throat, fill my **** reverent lips
With ****** sloppy kisses
Stuff his hung love gun in my guts
Make me shout while he pulverizes
My sweet tight center of paradise

**** me harder, Daddy
Hit me in all the right places
Feel his hot bouncy rocks
On my jaw-dropping rearguard
Make me scream as he stings my innerness

Spread my legs, make me lose my breath
Lick me all over, **** my engorged chocolate points
Be my passionate staggering master
Talk ***** **** to me
Shake my foundation

Go wild in my insides
Be my **** fantasy enchanter
Give me all of his thick magic stick
Make me take that ****
Stare at him as he murders my ****

Make me weak in the knees
Tell me to push my hole out
While he overpowers my heart and soul
Brand his infectious delectableness all over my flesh
Make me so hot on his delicious vigorous sauciness

Control my ocean with his magic potion
Make me wild with excitement
As his firmness surges in my inner world
**** me harder, explore me everywhere
Climb to a rip-roaring ******
And shoot his man cream all over my shimmering derriere
Travis Green Jun 2023
He is so handsomely made
So incredibly fresh to def
So dope like a cherry soda
With a mad girthy pole
Full of magical motion

His massive mansack is so spectacular
I imagine him all over me
So vicious and delicious
So slick and beardalicious
****** his thickness in my sweetness

Make my jaunty jobblers jiggle
As he seizes and squeezes them
Smack my flawless chocolate buns
So much fun in the stunning sun
So in love with his rock-hard horse-hung gun

Run it in my guts, make me shudder
Love him harder, relish his **** muscle
So untouchable and suckable
He holds me spellbound
Has me so entirely dickmatized

Feeling his firmness glide in and out of me
So highly stupefied, drowning in his delightsomeness
Say his name, feel his uncontainable desirous flame
Rising in my domain, render me
Insanely delirious with happiness

So addicted to the way he flaunts
His flashy jazzy splashiness
Pulverize my tightness
As I cling to him, feel him smoke my hole
So deep in my walls

He makes me fall into his sparkling wonderland
Of top-drawer raw erotica
Push his mad fat sausage deeper
In my creamy museum of dreams
Make me feel the overwhelming force
Of his aggressive, long-lasting storm

Shove his macho jumbo pole deep in me
Make me take his ****
Show me who Daddy is
Make me so lit up like a *******
Feel him destroy me to the core

Spit in my face, dominate my titillating cakes
As I gape at his unparalleled greatness
My romantic titanic enchanter
He kisses me with his feelable kissable lips
******* neck, smell my invigorating breath

Press his hands on his irresistibly delicious back
Rub my outstanding and shimmering thighs
Entices me with his powerful striking entireness
Makes me love him even more
As he rises to a hypnotically wondrous ******
And splashes his man batter all my bare bouncy ***
You are like a shadow;
One that’s passed away.
One that is long gone;
A creature of the grave.

You are like a ghost;
Belonging to another dimension;
But owning half of me;
Distracting my entirety.

You are like a spirit;
You caught my mind, my heart, my soul;
You transfixed me that day;
You snatched my love that night.

You are like a witch;
A playful, evil sorcerer;
A stubborn enchanter;
A lovely beast.

You are like the moon;
The love of the universe;
The one you once wanted to have;
The wine of your own being.

You are like the night sky;
I cannot see where you sleep;
Nor touch your edgeless bed;
Nor feel your heartbeat.

You are like the sun;
Once winter comes you’ll die;
Shining with blood and heat;
Dying of your own flesh.

You are like the breeze;
And breezes end too fast;
Stirring me up tensely;
Ending all abruptly.

You are a confusion;
I do not know what held you back.
Still I cannot see today,
though I feel you are here.

You are a depression;
Even today, that I think of you;
And the melancholy Russia;
I can see no-one else but you.

You are a chain;
A lock that holds me still;
A forgotten crush;
A tremor that brings tears.

You are a doubt;
An unfinished love story.
I wish I could write about you;
But all that existed shan’t be true.

— The End —