"feebler" poems
At twilight
I walk down the path through the woods
Carpeted in autumn's nocturnal harvest.
The guiding porch light,
Feebler than the fluttering fire flies, fades.
Smell of fresh decay seduces my will.
Desires that have forever resided in the unattainable future
Now like long parted friends sit around with welcoming smiles.
Curious to commingle with Contentment
I feel the Autumn seep into the woods,
And the woods into my heart.
Never before,
A weary traveller lost upon
The tortuous timber trail
Felt more at peace.
Wishing to curl up in the cold warmth of the golden fleece.
The woods will the wind to wrap him in wool of the willow
and tuck him amongst the exposed roots.
An unmarked clock ticks somewhere.
Here the eternal present prevails,
Concealed from the eye of the arrow ,
In the stretch of this malleable moment.
I, in the knowledge that my estranged self
Rests in me, am whole again.
At twilight.
Nov 6, 2015
Nov 6, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
IT fell in the ancient periods
Which the brooding soul surveys,
Or ever the wild Time coin'd itself
Into calendar months and days.
This was the lapse of Uriel,
Which in Paradise befell.
Once, among the Pleiads walking,
Sayd overheard the young gods talking;
And the treason, too long pent,
To his ears was evident.
The young deities discuss'd
Laws of form, and metre just,
Orb, quintessence, and sunbeams,
What subsisteth, and what seems.
One, with low tones that decide,
And doubt and reverend use defied,
With a look that solved the sphere,
And stirr'd the devils everywhere,
Gave his sentiment divine
Against the being of a line.
'Line in nature is not found;
Unit and universe are round;
In vain produced, all rays return;
Evil will bless, and ice will burn.'
As Uriel spoke with piercing eye,
A shudder ran around the sky;
The stern old war-gods shook their heads;
The seraphs frown'd from myrtle-beds;
Seem'd to the holy festival
The rash word boded ill to all;
The balance-beam of Fate was bent;
The bounds of good and ill were rent;
Strong Hades could not keep his own,
But all slid to confusion.
A sad self-knowledge withering fell
On the beauty of Uriel;
In heaven once eminent, the god
Withdrew that hour into his cloud;
Whether doom'd to long gyration
In the sea of generation,
Or by knowledge grown too bright
To hit the nerve of feebler sight.
Straightway a forgetting wind
Stole over the celestial kind,
And their lips the secret kept,
If in ashes the fire-seed slept.
But, now and then, truth-speaking things
Shamed the angels' veiling wings;
And, shrilling from the solar course,
Or from fruit of chemic force,
Procession of a soul in matter,
Or the speeding change of water,
Or out of the good of evil born,
Came Uriel's voice of cherub scorn,
And a blush tinged the upper sky,
And the gods shook, they knew not why.
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Frustrations and Fears
It makes me feebler
It crawls into my head
like army of ants
crawling on my veins
It makes me shiver
Frustrations and Fears
Screaming in my head
Crumpled thoughts all inside my head
Unfolding, unfolding it out again
Making it straight, straightening the thoughts
Frustrations and Fears
I'm letting it out, making it loud
Just to see if there's any illustration that could work out
Frustrations and Fears
As i see it collide
As they meet once again
Tremendous fire
Objectively you'll feel
Thru your body
Warmth up
It will burn out
Make it work out
And soon it makes me
Feel its burning passion
To the undying
Frustrations and Fears
Overflowing
***Frustrations and Fears
It breaks your bone
Tears your flesh
And makes you feel
Right where you are
Trying to gasps thin air
for feeling it deep***
Oct 7, 2013
Oct 7, 2013 at 5:57 AM UTC
Gasp!
I stutter!
Chest rising, air-hungry...
Again, I sputter!
Efforts to resuscitate
My grappling form
Are all falling in vain
What is this storm?
Hands reaching out
With a desperate yearn for something
I lost, while I was busy
Extracting, gaining, bargaining.
Parched throat
Unmoistened by water
Tremulous heart
Beating feebler, faster.
No antidote works,
No therapies suffice,
Oxygen flows through,
Still I'm devoid of life.
The world dejectedly shakes its head
Everything known to man
Has been done. But
twists of fate, who can understand?
'Cause in a magical instant,
The Hand divine
Rests on my ebbing existence
One more time.
Once again dysrhythmic heart beats
Start dancing in orderly unison.
Breaths start entering-exiting
In perfect, beautiful, natural fashion.
In goes life,
The reason for my being,
In goes truth,
All knowledge, all meaning.
And finally, after the
Evil, cidal, unending eternity,
Out comes a deep, long, fulfilling
Exhalation of Poetry.
Now, alive, I truly am.
Jul 22, 2013
Jul 22, 2013 at 3:44 PM UTC
I'm but a humble scribbler,
Who cures what's dark with light.
My body can't be feebler.
My voice - my spirit's might.
Not getting much attention,
I hardly know acclaim.
Too wise for desperation…
My deeds - my future fame.
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Apr 9, 2013
Apr 9, 2013 at 4:32 AM UTC
Can this be my candy kingdom?
Solipistic modifier
Confectionery sweets make my teeth feebler
Weaker
the confines of my mind let me linger
Why can't I stop Abstracting
Is that a bad thing?
What is real and what isn't
Catch me navel-gazing
introspective nonsense
ruminating.
Can it be illuminating?
My mind feels fuzzy
I'll tell you one thing
...
Could this be my candy kingdom?
pondering.
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 7:23 PM UTC
You put the life between your teeth,
the tip of your tongue brushes gently against it,
and draw a breath.
Reaching two fingers and pulling it out
you look at the life,
with it's burnt edge and crumpled paper wrapping.
Watching the smoke unfurling slowly,
you contemplate leaving the life like this-
in the safety of your fingers,
away from your ever threatening mouth,
******* out all the life that is your life.
You decide against it
and slide the life back past your lips.
Breathing in, you can't help but smile,
a small,
weak,
tired smile.
You tilt your head back as life fills your lungs,
as it pumps through your veins,
diffuses into your cells.
It's smaller now, feebler.
A few ashes break away from the lit end
and glide downwards,
caught in a gust of wind.
Softly,
you press it against your lips,
dragging on your life.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 9:17 AM UTC
Prolly.
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O me! Fatigued light watches through a veil
Of thinner clouds as maples rock from hence,
And whisper oer the glances flirting thence
In golden warmth twixt feebler shadows' pale
Games, blue skies haunted by the fragile tale,
Whilst I yearn to be lost and licked fr'intents
By those rough murmurs sweeping 'cross these dense
Vast lawns of fresh-mown greenness, like'd avail.
I wanted to just listen as rain'd stir
The quiet evning with that silver dew--
Was it three nights ago? But all's sae poor.
You feel too much, on fire sans aught to cue
That soothing touch on fevered brow as twere.
I maunt tell Joe. For if I did... he knew?
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Jul 12, 2017
Jul 12, 2017 at 8:08 PM UTC
Just once, I saw your face at the blue moon hearer.
Your Hazel Eyes glistened with desire like burner.
But, your thick hanging lips were trembling feebler.
Unexpectedly, you appeared before my eyes in the lunatic night.
Your tall body was filled with youthful zest.
But, your hands were too week to catch the hazard.
Your pale face was lighted by moon and shine coldly.
But in the meantime, I'm feeling your breath of life brightly.
Such imbalanced existence burned into my mind deeply.
So, that was U.
Now, the golden autumn wind begins to blow, the colored leaves swirled.
At the small Spanish café., I Just listen to the autumn sound. Wind are blowing drearily out side.
And, I am thinking about you. Oh, my dear.
How can I forget your eyes full of wistful ? They showed me your lonely soul.
'Cause you cannot get acclimatized at any country like me, no?
I know we cannot acquaint with each other no more. But I can't give you up.
I know we cannot converse with each other no more. But I can't stop look you up.
I miss you. I am missing you...
Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 2:13 AM UTC