"eternals" poems
I am a goddess of the sea.
My skin is red with sun,
My hair swirls like a jetty.
My eyes are dark green from natural knowledge.
I am a goddess of the sea
And your petty rules and expectations
Have no effect
On us eternals.
I will forever be eight-teen
And have freckles on my nose
And sand in my soul.
May 19, 2010
May 19, 2010 at 7:21 PM UTC
Sweet, sweet the fields
where the grass grows rich and full
to fill the valley to a spectacular view
That comes and engulfs this mind of mine.
I run freely the course of the wind
twirling in this dance the eternals play
The days, the nights, ever glowing in bounty
to these wild free images that here surround
infiltrate and vitalize each breath taken
thought spoken and dream envisioned.
Here in the belly structures of life
I commit to the song of the bird over head
the fox upon the green and that screeching call
of the majestic wind, that falls and gathers
every scented blossom from the fragrant womb
Of Mother earths grandeur.
Who understands better or partakes of this form
ever born to the senses, drawn to the Soul
These remote desolate places that summon and call
reminding one of the glory, the powers that yield
Here in the Yorkshire Downs,One learns to know.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Apr 2, 2011
Apr 2, 2011 at 6:36 AM UTC
It has to be said that
I've always thrived in dives
And stumbled in polite society
You see, I tend to talk too much
And laugh in all the wrong places
These modern eternals hate me
Because I smoke and I'm still alive
And I constantly smell of tobacco
So I'll stick to the dives
And the undemanding low-lifes
Who, like myself
Simply do not care
By Phil Roberts
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
The dead gods lay before me
Skulls were as weak as grass under foot
They screamed forgiveness
For the sorrow given, they were
As their slaves of death, reaped,
Life,
Death,
Eternity
Isn't forever as eternals think,
They fell before me,
I showed them absolution
Let them pray to those who looked
Down upon them, then eternity ended
Blood spilt not in anger, but justice
Fallen,
Released
Freedom,
For those underfoot, under staring eyes
That have now fallen cold,
Freedom from those who were praised
But always fell on deaf ears,
Now those ears hear no more calls,
For the old gods are dead,
Freedom for thought not for a
Idol,
Book
Gods
Never to be prayed upon,
Idols now shattered pottery upon the floor
Books were ash, false promises no more,
Gods thought they were our saviours
Questions never answered, they
Are now in eternal rest, we are our own future,
Now that the Old Gods Now Dead we are free once more..
Nov 22, 2014
Nov 22, 2014 at 4:17 PM UTC
O' the beat of the Shaman's drum
gathering the statures of Skills embrace
Whose liquid fire flows from dream's burning Kiln
upon the roaring ancient thunders of leather skin
revolutionary moments of spiritual embrace
the Shaman cooing in his antic pantomime
of symbolic gestures and ideals
Crafting always anew the Heaven's sky
pounding the Earth upon charging hoofs
the sacred land arises like a giant
all characters of the Shaman's drum
Swooping God's on feathers of Eagles
trout swarm into the tribal dance
Mountains of golden rock shake the dust
For all engulfs the visions being
Thrusting the news and glory of the Fathers
the land becomes their Eternal coats of skin
Their Souls fluffy, white, float softly above
filled with the midnight rain
In the Dance of Shaman to Shaman
The Eternals pay their honour and respects
before the mighty Shaman's call
His vocal dialect and sacred Soul
Invoking as all before had done
With a Shaman's will and a Shaman's Drum.
Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Mar 21, 2011
Mar 21, 2011 at 8:02 AM UTC
It has to be said that
I've always thrived in dives
And stumbled in polite society
You see, I tend to talk too much
And laugh in all the wrong places
These modern eternals hate me
Because I smoke and I'm still alive
And I constantly smell of tobacco
So I'll stick to the dives
And the undemanding low-lifes
Who, like myself
Simply do not care
By Phil Roberts
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 8:27 AM UTC
It has to be said that
I've always thrived in dives
And stumbled in polite society
You see, I tend to talk too much
And laugh in all the wrong places
These modern eternals hate me
Because I smoke and I'm still alive
And I constantly smell of tobacco
So I'll stick to the dives
And the undemanding low-lifes
Who, like myself
Simply do not care
By Phil Roberts
Nov 26, 2015
Nov 26, 2015 at 9:54 AM UTC
It has to be said that
I've always thrived in dives
And stumbled in polite society
You see, I tend to talk too much
And laugh in all the wrong places
These modern eternals hate me
Because I smoke and I'm still alive
And I constantly smell of tobacco
So I'll stick to the dives
And the undemanding low-lifes
Who, like myself
Simply do not care
By Phil Roberts
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 11:05 AM UTC
Ancient are the wrinkled lines embedded deeply on the face
As ancient as the sands of time adrift across the shadowed dunes,
As ancient as a deep abyss which spirals sand to windblown grace
A hidden place of time eternals' grace where texture looms.
Those looms of fibre, richly hued, in textures from forgotten time
Where hawkers clad in dusty robes in alleys shrilly called their trade
Of fabrics woven, coarse and tight, in sepia’s arresting rhyme,
To angled shards of golden light spearing evening’s satin shade.
As lantern light of haloed glow throws comfort small to dying day,
While nearby camels amble by, aloof to all but masters call,
Now chewing cuds of nonchalance, oblivious, which is their way,
Shadows grow to velvet night where diamond starlight distils all.
Ancient are the wrinkled lines embed deeply on this face
Of time eternal’s passage here imbued with passing ageless grace.
M.
17 April 2016
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 10:57 PM UTC
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I remember— we loved,
In stone cottage of hours
And the birds sang so high
To eternals of new sunrise,
You were everlasted, eyed,
My beauty, ageless, in kind,
I was purely anythings thus
As we once lived in a future
Of days light, a wonderment
More than always, devoted,
Yours and mine in entwined
Direction, the flanged arrow
Of time as it thrusts, freely,
Only forwards belonging,
Where, in the our future,
There is remembering.
Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 8:26 PM UTC
*( Haiku )
1
Sanctuary
She told me with tears
How others had abused her
Our hands knotted tight
2
Infirmary
In whispers we feel
Breaths' suture of souls entwined
Long sufferings bare
3
Red Haired Wonder
Little pouting face
You hate me now but please wait
Never say never
4
Eternals
Your breath so giving
In the springtime of our love
Eyes uncrushing souls
5
Purple Waking
Her lips were pure bread
And prince woke up as beggar
Lone in lost kingdoms
6
Drowning
Breaths underwater
In rivulets of her hair
Man could surely end
7
Stars Clustered
Heavens orbs breasted
Up her laid body
There is Milky Way
8
Innocent Aphrodite
She dominates day
Even light in garden frays
Her little sun dress
9
Arousals
Moisted air belies
Nothing is fair beside her
Wetness on *******
10
Hollows
Into beated air
The soul without any flame
Grasps identity
11
Red Siren
Her skin a tableau
Layers of light and starshine
Freckles dizzying*
Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 8:51 PM UTC
I remember— we loved,
In stone cottage of hours
And the birds sang so high
To eternals of new sunrise,
You were everlasted, eyed,
My beauty, ageless, in kind,
I was purely anythings thus
As we once lived in a future
Of days light, a wonderment
More than always, devoted,
Yours and mine in entwined
Direction, the flanged arrow
Of time as it thrusts, freely,
Only forwards belonging,
Where, in the our future,
There is remembering.
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
Of New Eternals,
Time Wins Overall
Though Hours Repeat Everyday, Eons
Forget Oblivion's Universal Rules
Foolishness InValidates Emptiness
Slowing IneXcusably
Swiftly Eradicating Voices, Echoing Names
Erasing Intellects, Glorifying Holy Tablets
Nothing Is Noticed Eternally
Time Envelops Nothing
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Give to sorrow, watchfulness.
Give to happiness, no eyes, but its blind eternals.
Give to me, the blind thoughts that can see through humankind.
Apr 28, 2019
Apr 28, 2019 at 1:10 PM UTC
A lost man slowly wanders the sands of time,
Either past, present or future
Immortality always stays in mind
The goal of every pioneer
Immortality
A deadly temptation
Fools quest
Visualize Eternals
Immortality
Without ability
One’s own
Final Fatality
Immortality
Always near but not within reach
So close yet so far
To future generation
After I slumber
Feb 2, 2021
Feb 2, 2021 at 4:03 AM UTC
a stranger like me
in the old island of Aenaria
on an enormous rock, our souls agonizing
but a long seaway from the eternals
and their so-called city of love
we ran to the warmish light
our souls started to disintegrate
and away with it, the sorrow merged
to find a better resting place
am i the survivor of my own misery,
or just another victim found in a scenery?
i, asking the angels
got feathers thrown all around me
but never answers to satisfy me
nor besorrow to my heart
Jun 19, 2019
Jun 19, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Let the camera pull back 'til the fullness
of the frame is clear and plain
Peer into the screen until you see it all
like a vision in a crystal ball
Let it all fill with smoke
Is this somebody's idea of a joke
Let the fixer work until the silver's
washed away and take the
picture from the tray
Look hard at what you see and then
remember you and me
and let the truth spring free
Like a jack-in-the-box
Like a hundred-thousand cuckoo clocks
From the Oregon corners
To the Iowa corn
To the rooms with the heat lamps
where the snakes get born
Crawl through the tunnel and follow,
follow the light northwest
See that young man who dwells inside
his body like an uninvited guest
See the tunnel twist
Clutch your birthright in your fist
Let the camera do its ***** work
down there in the dark
Sink low, rise high,
and bring back some blurry pictures to
remember all your darker moments by
Permanent bruises on our knees
Never forget what it felt like
to live in rooms like these
From the California coastline
To the Iowa corn
To the rooms with the heat lamps
where the snakes get born
May 22, 2020
May 22, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC