"envisaging" poems
Forget the crimson lips and heart,
forget they made you pale
Just write about your aching being,
Forget the fairytale.
Paint not a picture of your dreams,
Envisaging sweet laughters
Face life and look beyond,
Beyond the happily ever afters.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 6:50 AM UTC
*Cimmerian Chaos, incediary
The Requiem of the Revenant:
Tis I,
The Breathing Song
Conjuring a vestige,
Ensorcelled by what I'd been envisaging.
Maimed by Tempus, The Temporal Arbiter
Words reverberating on the wavelength of my soul
Left me vibrating desolate and wayworn.
Utterances deluging me in the Dominion of Doubt
Until I reached a crossroads
For perilous was the pilgrimage I peregrinated.
The Penultimate Tribulation has begun
And though angst is festering in my flesh,
The Sacred Lotus of Dreams has not wilted,
Shalt it ever upon the Lake of the Holy Oracle;
Elysium of the Soul is awaiting those who are stalwart
In the Visage of the Shadows.*
∞Hallelujah∞
By Sanders M. Foulke III
Sep 29, 2017
Sep 29, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
The texture of beautiful flowers oh so ethereal
The feel of a sudden zephyr hugging me, as I inhale the scents of nature
The fragrance of my surroundings oh so redolent
The litheness of my movements as I explore this breathtaking land
"This is it, this is my own paradise," I thought
As I imagined it with my eyes closed,
I unconsciously lifted my right hand, totally immersed in envisaging my own haven
Until I was hit by a sudden blow, a blow that firmly stated that I probably won't see it with my own eyes
This is the hiraeth of my mind, of my soul, of my heart
And this is the heartbreak that hurt me the most
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 7:16 AM UTC
As the sun sets across the horizon
I see how flat the earth is believed to be
From left to right my eyes scroll
Over the valley, rainbow, into a strange eternity
The golden chariots riding on the skyline
Booming chants of the future from another era
I attach myself to the story once heard before
Envisaging my former being as perhaps an ephemera
I relive the day, the noon till the night
As twilight beckons the nightingale's dawn
Saluting the sun from the heart of the lotus pond
For before, now and after are all from our own antiphon
Nov 18, 2016
Nov 18, 2016 at 2:34 AM UTC
“This Insubstantial Pageant Faded”
(spoke by Prospero, The Tempest, by W. Shakespeare)^
<>
Our words are all actors,
a long run, run its course,
our long playing record,
scratched, love~worn to
worn out extremity, yet
yeoman service did offer,
extreme only in magical
transforming plain sight
into visions, a legacy,
bent gray, tarnished by
weary wearing aging,
their brief sparks now
but reclamation flares of
burst lights of waning days
in short lived tastings of what
was and can be nevermore
everyone’s magic has its preset
timed timing, and with
every day, each a concentric
ring marked and hallowed,
a heartbeat ring narrower
than its predecessor,
a shallower hollow,
a fair represent of both
all that came our way, and that
we resent with no resentment
into a cloud capped atmosphere
for all to ****** from a flailing,
flying breeze, their brief gleam,
multiplying, thus envisaging,
illuminating the manuscript of our
hinted future forward’s next percept
*
“And like this insubstantial pageant faded
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep”*^
Mar 2, 2024
Mar 2, 2024 at 8:23 AM UTC
I’ve been waiting for so long,
On the road that never ends
Migrating between seasons to my
Pastoral lands north and south
Searching for your unfamiliar face
In forest foothills, swarming buses
And basins next to the Ganges.
I can wait till the moon hits the sea
The time- till you come, till you come.
Flashing lights, chiming bells,
Inscent sticks and a peculiar charm-
You carried, they said.
But you’re flesh and blood for me
Truth and reality knotted between
My garland of jasmine flowers.
I can wait with full heart and glistening eyes
Till you come, till you come.
There is no haste, I’m anticipating an upcoming
There is no starry blanket or mount chariot
But there are fireflies and a summer sun
Playing peekaboo with my shadow
Behind the mangrove forest
Envisaging your ticket to this world.
A crew of lasses claims and expects you
But you’re beyond love they could conceive.
Let the world scream, cry and yell
I still can wait till you come, till you come.
You’re a friend, philosopher and guide
I adore, worship and awaits your arrival.
Merchant ladies who walked my hut
Asked me all day to keep a ghee lamp
I lit a thousand lamps and still you dint-
Walk my shed. This life is not long enough
To witness thy face, eternal and mysterious
I can wait till you come, till you come.
The journey is beautiful, endless and offhand,
Walking through lanes strangely acknowledged
But there’s a feeling familiar still so odd.
The walk is not to say good bye but it’s a quest,
A prayer to reach your mountain nest.
There is the world- cirrus and starry nights
I can escape for the time forever from tides-
That counts the time- to the unknown!
I can’t wait, till you come, till you come.
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:44 AM UTC
Where did you go my queen,
Sun eluded,darkness hued the sky,
Clouds amalgamated and the sounds emerged,
Thunder tingling the mother earth,
Where did you go,you two little foot with your graceful fingers and celestial hands,
Wandering in the cosmos of obliviousness,
My mind envisaging your pastiche presence,
I see ur smile drifting on the rays of the imbued rainbow:
When the mellows of the zephyr that carried the voice of your breathe that breezed in to my breathe,
The ecstasy of tears cracked through the clustered clouds,
My hair winding as the zephyr roving through synecdoche strands...
My palm is under the influence of the dripping water,
and my eyes caught you floating, like the foliage leaf,
The ellipsoidal life carried your simulacrum,
I asked the drops of globular life that where did she impersonate you,
She limned with the bubbles that spoke chirpily:
"I saw her While I was in jaunt trip with the chariot clouds and lilting thunder,
she was strolling in the frolic fields fuddled with wallowing winds....
Her long hirsuite was in harmony with the zephyr,
As the brother zephyr was billowing in to her hair...".
I don't know where the place is,even my mind tends to imagine it,,
but I feel I too could fuse with you in the midst of that perpetual bliss,
I am waiting for you as my body transferring heat to the dripping life,
Didn't u hear those imbued silences that yelled your name...
Where did u go you plenary pulchritude,It is from you that I read what undulations are.....
If you don't come,I will...when I do...you wouldn't...
We will melt as one to the one....
Aug 29, 2014
Aug 29, 2014 at 11:48 PM UTC
It’s bones echo as her song is sung in sorrow
Petrified eyes wander aimlessly until they’re hidden
Reclusive below an endless sea of regret engulfing the path to forgiveness
They swell like flesh that’s been kissed by the blazes of hell
Rising above the intoxicating waves of silk and misery
To gaze upon the sun until it rests
Her head of protruding thoughts ignites while she rests
Inundated in everlasting sorrow
The variables given only result in misery
It’s soul once residing within is now hidden
Lost forever it dredges forgiveness
Such tragedies must only exist in hell
It’s destiny slips through it’s weak hands reminding it, this is hell
Reminding it to cherish each passing moment it has left with her, envisaging forgiveness
Letting all be know and nothing hidden
In hopes for redemption and a life free of sorrow
Yet alone her broken body rests
Reflecting its misery
The black of night is its cloak of misery
And her misery and brokenness is it’s Hell
Her song harmonizes to its sorrow
Putting their calamity to rest
Revealing sprouts of change which lay beneath the ash hidden
Waiting for a new tomorrows light and the rains of forgiveness
Time heals all things so in time comes forgivenesses
It tells itself so it can rest
Perhaps times cold slumber will extinguish it’s hell
Perhaps it will sit and wait still in misery
Remembering the circumstance which brought about such sorrow
Letting it be shown and not hidden
It prays her love is not lost, only hidden
Prays for growth and happiness exchanging misery
It prays so that it can rest
Her smile and warm embrace prove the existence of forgiveness
Or is this still hell
Is this inevitable sorrow
Forever in sorrow the light is hidden
This dark hell torments it’s heart with misery
Forgiveness illuminates it’s consciousness putting its demons to rest
Jul 25, 2021
Jul 25, 2021 at 5:19 AM UTC
at the artists room gazing
she imagines she is a model.
I feel for her insecurity
with mousy curls
and mascara inexpertly applied
Her green scarf at times almost
tugs at her throat
as if it had a will of its own
almost pressing what's your problem,
but exactly what is this notional problem?
torn between a wish to blend in
and cover oneself in the shade
envisaging prying eyes and bruising hands
the intended model drew a blank
she could be her own steeley person
May 23, 2014
May 23, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
She cannot quite cease envisaging herself with long socks over cold ankles
on creased sheets,
pen between fingertips,
notebook sandwiched between him and her soul.
With his closed eyelids and sounds of slow breaths
spilling ink
across b l a n k pages.
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
You are there, everywhere
I smiled, laughed, cried and jumped in glee
You were there, I didn't even grasp the hole.
When the moon hit the stars
I hurdled my balcony and saw the-
Chain of lights, those and movement and I
Sensed you about, I spoke to you,
Your husky voice and hands perfectly mine.
How many times did I pass your thoughts?
Do you know you evoke memories in the-
Strangest junctions of my bursting imaginations?
I know the place, somewhere around the corner
Unoccupied by me, I willfully ignored your future
And now I think I should clasp if forever as mine!
I walked slowly so that I could walk with you
I caught glimpses of you and you smiled.
In those longest nights I thought of salvation
You pierced my eyes and held me with meaning.
I thought I’ll seize you next life in the banks of Sarayu
But dis-remembering you this life is so impossible.
Do you remember the days you made no sense to people-
Around us and then you looked my way and sighed.
There are million little things I want to tell you
You were an illusion that happened to me, a magic!
Today I know this me, consciously and unconsciously
Envisaging you.
There’ll be one day this poem reaches you
And when you read I can see you, beyond the walls you are
I can feel you, the peculiar scent and the breeze you carried
Let us walk together to the world we spoke to paint life
Where we can be happy with each other!
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 11:46 AM UTC
Through the fragile looking glass,
Sealed edges, air tight?
Watching dragons as they pass.
Envisaging witches,
Stuck behind glass.
They're standing round copper tone cauldrons
All full up with steam.
The noise is peculiar.
The roaring of dragons too close at hand.
The cauldrons bubble.
The witches whisper.
The dragons wail.
The dragon upon his back sports a sail.
Tries to break through the glass with his mightiest tail.
The dragon had made it
Fantasy left behind the mirrors border.
Accompanied by forward marching bearded dwarves and folk of elven kind.
Pursued by orcs with knives and forks.
With disgusting faces.
And empty bellies.
The dragons, they turned, with sulphurous breath, chased away orcs with one mighty blast.
Back through the mirror the ugly orcs fled.
Straight into the witches cauldron.
Not dead.
The potions the witches were brewing, today ,contained ingredients to chase scary away
Ugly creatures, converted,beautiful.
The rest of the *** contents made into soup.
Making ugly creatures lovely.
Ever seen a pretty Orc?
You'll know where he's been if you ever do!
(c)Livvi
Sep 3, 2015
Sep 3, 2015 at 1:28 PM UTC
My mind twinges with each of the plentiful thoughts of you.
You're everywhere I look now, even when I look in mirrors, and I can't stop envisaging your face.
But I can't give you anymore of my mind.
I'll move on from you sometime
For my sake.
Rest assured
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
It's scary some times, anxieties plenty yet still
Of which we do what we must
A job? Nay, vocation
A calling
The betterment of men
We are meant more than this
The insistence of consistence
The soul is screaming
Don't forget your true calling
To be aware of the difference from I
Their childlike wonder, empathy, healer, believer, the love of God and fellow men, you care you care you care you care
you care you care
you care
You Care.
And aware,
Harmony and beauty you bring, a flame to light the way with your presence,
share your spark and the warmth.
Empathy.
"How about we try some needs gap analysis?
Let's try to envisaging where we will be 5 years from now..."
Oct 20, 2024
Oct 20, 2024 at 6:54 PM UTC
You should know
that death has
many hats
and no honor
and you,
believing yourself inviolate
are his target.
Death covets you
and shining bright
in your own belief system
envisaging unlimited days
memorable sunsets
and a forever future,
are a prize catch
He will approach
smiling
and tip his hat
and you respond cheerily
and too late know
you are marked
for no tomorrow
He wins again
and you go with him
as you have to.
It is so written
Mar 17, 2016
Mar 17, 2016 at 10:04 PM UTC
A dead clock, a broken vase
And an old photo torn in pieces
Left untouched for how many decades
Like a desert never been rained
Memories of the thousand past
Gathered like piles of snow outside
So many but so distant
Like the fleeting star in the might
I stood, in the amidst of ruin
Envisaging the once burning ember
He cackling of the blazing fire
And the moving shadows on the wall
You sat there on the bergére
A malt beer on your hand
A Shakespearean book on your lap
And that heart-wrenching look on your aged face
I would like to hold you
But fear told me not
For if I did, I knew you'll disappear
Like a cigarette smoke in the thin air
Then the radio played the Cascades
A song you love so much like I did
And right there I started to hum
As the scene I was seeing blur ripple
A like a stone thrown on waters
The cacophony of the church bell rang
And to the old remnant of that house, I was back
It is snowing yet it doesn't feel cold
I'm not feeling cold
Series of soft footsteps echoed around
Along with muffled cries and quiet whispers
Once again, I saw you looking pale, looking older
And on your hands, a bouquet of white peonies and roses
I want to hold right now and then so I did
Fear finally did not object
But I couldn't feel you, nothing at all
I wish you could
Bells keep ringing on my ears
"Mi dispiace non riesco più a rimanere"
And before the canvas turned white
I said my last goodbye
Addio, addio il mio amore
Questo è crudele, ma Fate era stato buono
May we, once again meet
Not in the future but in another world.
Aug 25, 2017
Aug 25, 2017 at 9:44 PM UTC
Like carefree kids we played
Singing and dancing in the rain
Anticipating each day
Couldn't bare to stay away
From each other? No way
Emotionally attached to each other
Envisaging a future together
Woven of many fibres
Even a weavon wasn't tighter
My metre was broken, my joy knew no bounds
My heart skips a beat, **** I love the sound
The complete that makes my incomplete complete, I've found
In this romantic pool, I wish to drown
My heart I give to you
All of me belongs to all of you
There's nothing I wouldn't do
There's nothing I couldn't do
Careless promises we made
To love each other till we fade
Come hell or high waters
We will forever be lovers
I'll starve, to see you filled
To see you happy I'll bleed
I'll cater for your every need
I'll treat you like royal beads
My capillary, arteries and veins
Were designed to suit your taste
I'll be your Paloma you'll be my Diego
My sugar banana and Avocado
Then I had a deep cut, was bleeding profusely
Stitches and bandages couldn't help unfortunately
I wept uncontrollably
Cos I was shattered internally
What we love hurts us the most
A statement I just got to know
My mind wandered from coast to coast
Grief had taken over my soul
How could this happen to me
How could I be a victim to this
How was I careless
This is arrant nonsense
Was I blind
Were there scales over my eyes
Did I ignore the signs
Did I want to believe all was fine
It was like I would never recover
It was like the wound won't heal
It was like it would last an eternity
It was like respite won't be
The wounds closed up, all that was left was the scar
A painful reminder of a broken heart
Injuries happen Tis inevitable
But the scars reminds us Tis conquerable.
Aug 23, 2016
Aug 23, 2016 at 7:52 AM UTC
They ask me, “Who brightens your world?” I didn’t even have to think a second before your face popped up into my mind. From the moment I laid eyes on you, was when I knew, I was bound to you forever.
They ask me, “Who do you think about most in the long dreadful nights when you can’t seem to get any sleep?“
I closed my eyes, remembering the way you contemplate me. The emotions that seemed to pass through me each time you smiled. How those lonely nights without you created a hole so deep into my chest, wanting to just escape from it all became a known habit.
Truth is, envisaging you next to me has made it easier to sleep. The answer to both questions is, you. And it will always be you.
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 9:12 PM UTC
In the grand overview:
a miniature universe encapsulated within a fly’s delicate wing,
entrapped flawlessly in a mesmerizing reverie.
Futile lips that have savored the nectar of a sweet existence,
envisaging the whispered endearments of love.
All amidst a flightless winter, detached from the embrace of summer,
swift moments of the paparazzi’s intrusive lens,
devoid of an escape from fleeting trends.
Lost in the footsteps of our predecessors,
bloodlines tainted with the stench of yesteryears’ socks,
corrupt law enforcers bending the straight lines of justice,
pastors reaping rewards from tithe—promoting slander,
bound by a constricting necktie.
A captivating visage, a trivial coin’s value,
not worth a penny for a fleeting thought,
over ephemeral regrets concerning “Instagram girls,”
no foundation upon which to establish standards,
a desolate heart, a tool appropriated by the most reprehensible,
urban heights in pursuit of an intoxicating sense of glamour.
As society’s vigilant eagle observes it all, soaring through the skies,
yet the sight of it all leaves one plagued by a sense of discomfort.
Oct 17, 2023
Oct 17, 2023 at 3:44 PM UTC