"ensconce" poems
The essence of true beauty
Lingers in all-encompassing rainbows
Of your joy and laughter
You hold my hand and smile
As we ensconce ourselves in our world of fire
Our love is all there is
I touch your face
Your gentleness astounds me
I'm held in the honour of your love
Then overnight, the wrold truns suor
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Against that time, if ever that time come,
When I shall see thee frown on my defects,
When as thy love hath cast his utmost sum,
Called to that audit by advised respects;
Against that time when thou shalt strangely pass,
And scarcely greet me with that sun, thine eye,
When love, converted from the thing it was,
Shall reasons find of settled gravity—
Against that time do I ensconce me here
Within the knowledge of mine own desart,
And this my hand, against myself uprear,
To guard the lawful reasons on thy part.
To leave poor me thou hast the strength of laws,
Since why to love I can allege no cause.
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*An interminable yearning of
solace finding.
A constant struggle of cicatrix hiding.
Euphoric trance, we hanker it all.
To breath beyond the limits of wall.
Wall that curbs our accord.
To hum the songs from one old record.
To aviate beyond the visible horizon.
To be souls of mirthful composition.
Exempting our cores of concealed desires.
To sway with adored one in bonfires.
To see the world engrossed in
love and peace.
Will only, then our souls
ensconce in ease*...
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 8:03 AM UTC
***Book One
(∞The Psalm of The Star Child∞)
The Precursor's Psalm I-V
To the Child of The Empyrean. For ye valleity stars shine.
(I) ―En Fortissimo
1 Tender with sentimentality,
I fathom you,
2 That you draw closer, nigh’ with every waking moment,
Closer to ensconce ‘twixt my embrace,
3 That your towering arms
May aegis these benighted bones.
4 The Vestibule of Our Souls shall be
Assoiled by an Arcadian Eternity,
5 Shall scintillate in my every blooded tear, shed garnetiferously,
―Upon my crucifix, our crucifix:
6 A penance, pardoning our transgressions prognostically
Before by romance, we touched erringly.
(Se'lah)
(II) Celestial Communion
1 O, Star Child,
May your beckoning
2 Sow the Seeds of Somnus upon the sanctimony
Festering in my faith,
3 (A besmirched hope)
Tarnished by my reverenc’d doubt.
4 O Minstrel of Manumission,
Will ye sing unto me ye SoulSong?
5 The Womb’d Aethers bleed,
The Terraqueous Mother conceives, Gaian a dream,
6 Her Luminous Brethren yearn
For the Arbiter of Fates.
(Se'lah)
(III) Song of Wishes
1 Velleity speaks,
It whispers,
2 In the twinkling of the stars.
When shall it end,
3 When
It has yet to begin?
4 Be still― and become one with all things,
As time fades, consciousness begins,
5 The Experiential Cascade:
All that was, all that is, & all that shall be,
6 Circular & Cycling,
Forevermore.
7 Know that there is a reason,
Know that there is a place,
8 Know that there is a person,
In this world for you.
9 Open up your heart and see,
All you were meant to see.
(Se'lah).
(IV) Spiritus de Tempus (Zeitgeist of the Future)
1 ―Blooming in Reminiscence
The Dreamscape glistens,
2 A Redolent Reverie wafts
The Tenuous Air amidst
3 Her Zephry'd Lightwaves
& Crystalline Pulsations.
4 Ardently I pine,
For thine visage, groping for a rhyme,
5 Whence I can gaze once more upon thine
Countenance sublime,
6 All desperations been defied,
For thee I reverberate Love, The Spirit of the Times.
(Se'lah)
(V) Bastion Heart
1 The agony in existentiality
Unravels undying piety
2 And
Cloistered in cadence of solitude,
3 I, the Somnolent One,
Am roused by The Heart’s Resonance.
4 In wanting, there is life,
In desirelessness, wanting still,
5 Know thine Power,
Indomitable Will:
6 The Couer & The Amour of the Spirit
Are immortal.
(Se'lah)***
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 8:05 AM UTC
What is that which looms on the horizon?
My own response so carefully crafted.
Designs that I have embroidered eyes in
to see my own hand-sewn chaos drafted.
Your stitch-in, flowery language lacks work
and your seams seem to lack proper binding.
My dear, I can't accept mangled patchwork,
it's clear that you needle more reminding.
It's funny how you tailored your response,
yet you didn't know of the fabric's face
that laughed as you fabricate and ensconce
yourself in lies as delicate as lace.
You have barely weaved a good running stitch
Don't curse the seamstress who seems less stressed, witch.
Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 9:53 PM UTC
I'm melting
Icicles crashing
snow fashioned animals
melting from beneath
melting
this ice carousel
******* breaking
cant you hear hear me
I shall hibernate in the eyes of winter. Torpor in the wake of fall.
Crucify the image i made of you
Mount corpus delecti Ensconce The carcass on my ceiling wall
I’m reminded now of that creature when i sleep or i wake
I need this stone of guilt wound around my vertebrae
So it hangs so it hangs so it sways with the weather vane
So it hangs so it hangs
So it slowly brings feelings again
We need this Contrition On the roof of our eyelids
To the struts of our mouth guilt through your body infest
Every nook and cranny
I crush all these blown glass animals. They all try and creep to my brain hiding in the amygdala
Take shards of them
Ingest them
Carve your likeness in my arms
No beat can hit me hard enough
No stone breaking bones could slough
How this carnival creature menagerie
Has destroyed all my self conscious stockpile
Esteem was a book that sold millions of copies and mine burnt up
The firemen. Came and disintegrate the pages in a pile a mass grave of individual triumph
Carousels destroy childhood
Holding hands destroys manhood
Just when you think you can finally stomach the ride
Those fingers course up your arm down your throat and pull out your insides
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
With just a few words
you crush me to smithereens
taking and taking without giving
anything in return
Even as something in my chest
collapses
Even as I feel my walls crumble
nothing can halt the sting of hurt
that follows you
You handle words like a double-edged
blade
a prodigy in the art of inflicting
pain
Spitting acid into the air between
it collects beneath my flesh and
eats away at me from within
So I summon shields of wintery smiles
and icy eyes
in the futile hope it will ensconce
bandaged bruises
I make myself stand tall before you
unflinching
unrelenting
and unexpecting.
-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 11:04 AM UTC
requiem, black
ink, darkened pencil-
tips paint the air.
lethargy is a
green that defies
autumn.
its darkened
palms (once open,
once layering you in
cold) gently remind:
we'll all ensconce
in ground.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 6:55 PM UTC
I watch each of them eat
i watch each of them drink
i watch them all sink
i watch them sleep away
while walking,
zombie,
with the same placid easy
expression
ornamenting their face, handing chandelier face paint
a sconce on a wall i am
or in a chair
as they ensconce themselves into another job
another school another group
talk, about, important ****
like a book
a clothes piece
a hair dye
clouds
universe
opening wide
revealing a void of absence
this makes me not closed
no closure
i want all their minds
to be present, i want
a
few people, around me.
they're stumbling off a plank of, mind, intellectual existence into
an ocean of jobs cars new ethics and things they wont get.
i'm trying to jump out of a swimming pool of truth,
out of,
existence.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 1:08 PM UTC
Give me the chance
To show you how to paint the wind.
We’ll be streaked in marigold and
Calypso blue, acrylic staining our
Hands and our faces and our legs and
Our lips.
Give me the chance
To teach you constellations at night.
I’ll point them out for you, each
Star comprising Orion, or Cygnus, or
My favorite, the Little Dipper;
We can trace them all with
Our fingertips.
Give me the chance
To dance with you in the rain.
Water droplets glistening in hair,
Lashes, as we twirl silly in
These sopping clothes— still tight,
Our grip.
Give me the chance.
Give me the chance
To whisper something in your ear.
A delicate sensation, like lace or
Light embrace, my words
Fluttering into your mind like
The butterflies we caught when
We were kids.
Give me the chance
To look at you a little longer than I’m supposed to.
I’d forget I was staring and then you’d
Turn towards me and I’d turn
Mad red because I was caught, and so I’d think to myself,
“Look what you did.”
Give me the chance
To get lost in your voice.
Language becomes a different entity when you speak;
The way your words wrap around me is
Mesmerizing, and each cadence strikes some
Chord deep within me that I thought
I hid.
Give me the chance
To ensconce myself in your heart.
I know I am small, and obscure, and odd, but
You are a Divine Truth, and before you
I knew only lies, and deceptions, and a bland and colorless world which now
You have blessed.
Give me the chance
To think about you every hour of every ******* day;
My entire being revolves around your existence and
Your beauty and your overwhelming goodness and
I try to stop but
These thoughts will never cease because you are you and
I am obsessed.
Give me the chance
To love you with every fragment of my heart.
Give me the chance.
Sep 26, 2018
Sep 26, 2018 at 7:01 AM UTC
Such a trip this is
Together on this tour
Heartily I toil
For this is no great chore
But I ensconce away
Once the grouches
***** their inveighs
Safe from fools abrades
with no thought
and little aide
My pencil strokes are laid
So heavenly on the page
It tells us not to run
Stand against the shadow
let it not dislimn the Sun
The Machine The Machine The Machine
It gobbles away all our fun
Gus
My skin be-jeweled
In this prizm Lake
Just be here
- Don't be fake
Don't loose your love
in daft's wake
Let loose your love
Eyes wide
awake
No rush
I'm cool
Out here floating
in this pool
Dust just scatters
its own way
I'll be here
just swimming
Cleansed n Sane
Dec 27, 2011
Dec 27, 2011 at 9:47 PM UTC
Autumn racing red and gold
behind half-open eyes of icy blue.
27th Fall. Step into cold
and race through
alleyways I've known.
A crunching stride, solitary breaths.
Staccato notes
banged out on sidewalks' grey scales...
...I'm every inch
of this softened ground,
these shoe treads, hieroglyphics...
...My town appends
its runic fate
onto
my story's granite page.
Crisping air, engulf my lungs.
Ensconce my face in drowsy weather.
Sleepy eyelids, sliding down
to Main & Dow Street. Watch me hover
along the margins.
These last 4 months of quiet aching
engraved in me come roaring out now.
Autumn streets stay silent.
And Kendrick Park
has whispered low
in bashful rustling;
I climb the boardwalk,
my thoughts are gilded,
responding slowly.
The breeze abates,
it's halfway warm.
Bellevue & Lewis
I am a statue;
smooth, cold marble,
still in November.
And, soon, the Summer comes with angry glares.
And, soon, this stony face will disappear.
These months will always linger in me.
Does my ghost haunt this place already?
I'll return here every Autumn when
October signs off on the Summer's death.
And I'll be tracing all your features with
forgotten footsteps' ancient hieroglyphs...
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 12:54 PM UTC
I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be,
The binding chains have finally set me free
All of the prison bars that used to surround me
have finally crumbled around my feet
It is his words that finally wake me
His feather-soft sentences ensconce my body
His gentle hands roam lightly
He is the one that sets me free.
I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be,
Princess of the night, violent and angry
I played my part; they let me be,
until he finally saw me for me.
Aug 9, 2020
Aug 9, 2020 at 4:14 PM UTC
So long, I've sung a solo so lonely --
An art already ailing of any amour --
Verses varying vibes of vague luridness --
Every note echoes a screech; erases all reason.
My mortality is no longer mine:
Enemies forever ensconce in every expectation of .
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
This is my side of
the bed. I have
lain here my whole
life. I daren’t
cross the threshold
to the other
side, which remains
spotless, impressionless,
free of wrinkles
and other signs
of life.
I lie like the lifeguard
tells you to lie in
the waterslide:
feet crossed at the ankles,
arms across
the chest.
I lie in perfect
coffin etiquette,
shaping myself within
intangible confines,
cozy and secure.
I have lain here my whole life,
and in my dreams
you are next to me—
I have prepared this space
for you
my whole
life
and I am waiting
patiently
for a sign
of
life.
I am waiting
for the sheets
to wrinkle,
and a mass
to take shape,
and the mattress
to indent,
and the pillow
to sigh—
I am waiting
for cold feet
to shock mine,
I am waiting
for strong legs
to ensconce mine,
I am waiting
for a torso
to touch mine,
I am waiting
for an arm
beneath my neck,
a hand on my
cheek,
I am waiting for warm breath
on my face,
and the silhouette of a face
to taunt me in
the shadows—
I am patiently waiting
for the day
I cross
the threshold
into occupied
space.
Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 11:35 PM UTC
A bonnie
with lingerie
now ecstasy
but soul
envelop standing
while her
phone snoops
coals with
her man
there will
join in
best time
with aster
glow bare
only to
unwind alight
with score.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 11:01 AM UTC
A husband -> a wronged wife
"My dear take a chair
Your affair is unfair
I can't stand
A suffocating air
This way you and I
Could no longer continue
A loving pair
Soon to my parents
I must repair!
How come for love of a ****
A marital vow
You thwart? "
This way since
You decided me desert
For what I did spurred
By transient lust
Chagrin my soul has hit.
As usual in deep slumber
When I extend my hand
To ascertain whether
You have slept sound
And stir you up
So as we sleep entwined
Yet get awake to a tragedy stark
That I but draw a blank
My heart indeed
Incessantly bleed
From the loss it incurred
Your obeisance and love divested.
If you can't find it in your heart
My folly to forget
Forgive me my dear
For without you near
My life turns insufferably sour.
A wronged wife—>A husband
After your body you befouled
And proved a down to earth cad,
After your spirits perfidy you debased
Impudently you demand
As before I should you hold
An esteemed husband.
Indeed this I will not!
For rancor laden my heart
Bleed incessant
It mustn't!
Away to my parents I fled
For you failed to abscond
After what you did.
'Once bitten twice shy'
Forgive you how could I?
A husband—>A wronged wife
Your forgiveness but
Nothing depurate
The blot
In your eyes
Down me brought.
I hope
Forgiveness is the least
Your impeccable heart
Me could grant.
Even the ocean of tears
I wept
Whitewash me still not
My dear there is a second
Man goes wild
And commits a deed
He condemns absurd,
My perfidy to nothing but
To this folly could be imputed.
Man is prone to err
So you should consider
What matters is his bid
Improprieties away to clear.
So my dear
Give me a chance second
To prove, you loving husband.
Your forgiveness will be a credit
That surely you catapult
To ensconce
In the apex of my heart.
A forgiving personality
Is a virtuous quality
Besides your heart
Me 'love' that taught
Which is also on me soft
Won't follow a policy
Watertight and
Once for all me smite
A wronged wife—>A husband
Raving ans volleying
Boisterousness nay, nay!
You stultify
Must not I.
My mind is bedeviled
Since you I missed.
On your misdemeanor
Brood I shall no more
To night
Come to the cathedral
We first met
As a jump-start
Together out
We have to spend the night.
The night's Zephyr wet
Will wipe away
Our disagreement!
Dec 15, 2015
Dec 15, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC
I've had my eyes on you
Don't ask how long
I just know you've got it all wrong
I can see in your eyes
You use your smile as a disguise
In every congratulatory gesture you make there's a cry for help
Yet you don't let anyone know your true self
Run away or learn from your past
Hide your demons with a laugh
Why let yourself long for breath when there's a hand to pull you out of your suffocating bath?
Trust is a knife you sharpen with every word
I promise this blade we hold will not dig into your back
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
Alchemy beckons
I once saw him scribing pollen on bat's wings.
having long strolled the flattened earth
to capture mischiefs wonder,
wading through patented spell books
he obsessed on Death Cap Mushrooms as a panacea.
Once he levitated a Friesian
for no greater nocturnal purpose
than to mock the knowing Moon.
I had long sensed it was in his power to grief
stranger's dreams
but his ensconce was that of an Artist
rather than the Master of Misrule.
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 4:11 PM UTC
You say I have changed
but no such thing has happened
I have always been this way
my thoughts always blackened
This darkness that secretes
I withhold no longer
her strength increased
has become ever so darker
Now catching your eye
I glow her black fire
you ask me why
I give into desire?
Simple is my response
we are to be one
in her I ensconce
and now I suggest you run!
Feb 19, 2012
Feb 19, 2012 at 12:50 PM UTC
i.
Ensconce we shalt do
Queen so true;
In the new heaven, and new earth.
ii.
An epistle I do leaveth thee
By the portal of tangerine;
Wherein we shalt meet, hovering the satellite's.
iii.
We shalt during these moment's
Haveth epiphany's;
Of all knowledge, no wickedness, no enemie's.
iv.
As thou layest
Thine brow upon mine rib's;
I'll feeleth the holy spirit, engulf me in holy matrimony bliss.
©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Earl Jane nagley dedication
Sep 7, 2015
Sep 7, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
i left the spigot dripping last night
and now the whole home is submerged —
archipelagic scraps of tatterdemalion
things line the floor like dead bodies
and poesy atrocities. but i have not
in mind, this disfiguring lament.
1 Take for example, a fine line
darting towards your *******
2 And bend it towards the direction
of genealogy or analogue fire
3 Henceforth commend contention
and differentiate beyond hapless
extensions of body to body
mirror to mirror
4 Where all axioms define the universe
and there is an epistemic
afterthought looming past the
arithmetic of things such is that
of a steady punctuation mid-birth
5 Take the corporeal and eat Suns,
thrash the Moon like how a bed
is meant to be whacked by the
spanked edge
6 Cold resuscitates flame and flares
congeal all frigidity — or at least
arbitrarily, remember it by whim
caprice and then fade out
7 As misery clots in the same vein
pulsing with different blood
which we shall ensconce with
laughter — a drunken hilarity
8 And then oppose the dictum
that forced us to the point
of recalcitrance, rousing hungered
heat with memory of waking ice
9 Recount what I said about
such opposites complementing
each other in precise farce
10 In this exact exhibition faint
upon recollections — going far
inverse to poles only tells another
distance covered by wide strides
and a place nearly forgotten
rekindled by newer ones.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:47 AM UTC