"fleetly" poems
O Thou to whom the musical white spring
offers her lily inextinguishable,
taught by thy tremulous grace bravely to fling
Implacable death’s mysteriously sable
rob from her redolent shoulders,
Thou from whose
feet reincarnate song suddenly leaping
flameflung,mounts,inimitably to lose
herself where the wet stars softly are keeping
their exquisite dreams—O Love! upon thy dim
shrine of intangible commemoration,
(from whose faint close as some grave languorous hymn
pledge to illimitable dissipation
unhurried clouds of incense fleetly roll)
i spill my bright incalculable soul.
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From vales of dawn hath Day pursued the Night
Who mocking fled, swift-sandalled, to the west,
Nor ever lingered in her wayward flight
With dusk-eyed glance to recompense his quest,
But over crocus hills and meadows gray
Sped fleetly on her way.
Now when the Day, shorn of his failing strength,
Hath fallen spent before the sunset bars,
The fair, wild Night, with pity touched at length,
Crowned with her chaplet of out-blossoming stars,
Creeps back repentantly upon her way
To kiss the dying Day.
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Petals weaved and laced for limbs,
Infinity intricately at his feet,
Arrows of lobster clawed feathers,
Shooting lanterns up the street.
Four corners in black,
Multiplied with moving tints,
Grey flowing into the endless drift,
Scissors slicing ribbons,
The final trick played by twins.
Redly lit and pink warmth of a bird's statue,
Emitting frozen tones,
Evermore catering his fortitude,
Fleetly plucking each leaf,
Each one falling and bending,
Into smokey cat-eyed gleam.
Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 11:24 AM UTC
Lamentation; infelicity through neurotransmitters
Passing fleetly; swift but disturbed
Grids of brainwaves for the degraded
Overhead LED view is negroided
Chapter 1 Migraines;
A klaxon that grains into migraine
From there on out, strolling convulsion lane
Deriving from deception; antibodies start to lead loosely
Throe after throe I choose not to fuss
Laceration in hemikrania is conversing with the rest of my body,
Frequent as days turn nightly
I host the severe megrimly
Chapter 2 Vomiting;
A horendous bile builds up in my throat
Moaning like a ghoul; I banish the gloats
Disgorging from nothing, Heaving and heaving the dry
Although I force myself not, all the nosh turns into emit rye
Vital fluid very crimson soon came
From the cranium, I dislose, head pain
Frequent as the waves harsh blows
I host a ***** hose
Chapter 3 Tumor;
A neoplasm underneath I've found out
Unvisible but there; my flesh will start swelling undoubt
Below I feel like a mutant
All putant and disformed
Like globular liquids dripping from sewage waste
As long as I can still haste
Crescendo and surge won't ado
Frequent as traffic builds a rush hour
I host a cyst that is sour
Chapter 4 Deaf;
An absense of all frequencies
I daze everso daily;
Feeling like an earless statue; sound unaccompanied
Missing the wind's howls that ululate,
Clamors and bellows that spoliate
I can't sight the same verbiage
Without sonancy to inflicit, I see one big mirage
Frequent as birth enfolds
I host a soundless toll
Chapter 5 Brain Cancer;
A malignant fate told today
Disease spreading like a machine,
Programmed to enquire all it knows
A gruesome and hateful dose;
Withering casually away
Grown apart of, I'm the prey
As we hunt the beasts'
An invisible naked eye is poaching
Frequent as a house infested
I host a cancerous clothing
Chapter 6 Death;
A termination soon to unfold
I am as finished and ruined as story told
Biological function ending
Senescence through spending
User maat I haven't seen all wanted
Alas I am greatful for what has been daunted
Frequent as a death anew
I host a dissolution
My evolution; through.
Nov 24, 2010
Nov 24, 2010 at 7:09 AM UTC
The winds come to me from the fields of sleep
Where dreams are blown out of the shallow hills
And I, in my solitude, do rejoice
As I take my comfort within their voice
Which visits me as the cool evening stills
And is rinsed by raindrops that mildly weep.
Gone is the rainbow and tincture of day
Lost in the clouds as they swim in the air
And I, in my quietness, drift afar
By merely the light of a silver'd star
Where only the souls of the sleeping dare
Seek a place that is distant - far away.
In the deepest of night, the dead of dark,
When the silent shadows hide from the light
For, shadows are secrets mellowed by age
And, ages are timeless, robbed of their rage,
And rage is bewildered, lost in the night
Yet, still sighs its echo deafingly stark.
Where is the morning to dazzle and glow ?
Where are the sunbeams to fever the heart ?
Yes! morning will come, as sure as the winds,
When the grey of the dusk slowly rescinds
And the fields of sleep will fleetly depart
And the dreams of the hills aimlessly go.
Jun 22, 2022
Jun 22, 2022 at 9:27 AM UTC
what,s beauty?shorn and tousled follicles.a b
-owlfilled with hushed buzzing electric teeth
masticating her hair fleetly. a soft waste deposited
in porcelain silent whiteness; a crevice kindly hard
to pertain the sheering
and rough gently her bobble i clutch and rub
its skein
the jostle gritty stubble rumbles contended
under my hands
but remains an onyx shock twaining sweetly
you
i love you
my little valkyrie; scream
Sep 15, 2010
Sep 15, 2010 at 11:37 AM UTC
Secrets of Wysteria flow in the vessels of my brain
And so I do not hear, nor comprehend the calling of my thought’s train
Vowing to never be held again in constrain
Eradicating the rotten fingers pointing to my disdain
Muses of bruises, callouses, and roses
Excuses the clueless, hung in ruin’s nooses
Flagitious tongue sharpens itself with sprawling centipedes
Rusted teeth from perilous mandibles bleed as it feeds
On the oozing, ****** veins of the wicked ****** as it pleads
Maybe these are too much for one’s avaricious needs?
Mindful, careful, piercing the syringe of refrain on plump flesh
Yeuking as the substance flows on blood so raw and fresh
Amid all, the past and future gather in Sheol’s pavilion
But missing is the presence of present in emblazing vermillion
Yet fleetly missed as the siren descanted her composition
Somber statues of ivory pretense witness with volition
Saints and snakes tear each other’s throats in a languish cotillion.
Apr 9, 2020
Apr 9, 2020 at 8:15 AM UTC
(1)ones laughing like a dog with 2 22's
who're like 3: a whorish slightly giggling mess
3 prods the carpet by footed semblance of leather
assembling her flesh in the left corner of a lazy
rectangle cinema cube. 1nes still cackling throat
******* cords vibrating stupidly on every face with the 2 maybe 23's
mouthhanding and eyefucking with his fat grunt syllabary. 3's uncomfortable
atthe sycophantic panting of her 23's atthis masculine discharge
wetting the silence a pulsing ***** of tongue barking vomit . as an usher ushers fleetly our
moist intellects to the quiet little. the quiet little notch. of waiting excited
screaming visuals a screen crucified blathering.
the 1's ungiddy prance detonates by the skinnyjeaned legs pumping fetid motion. in company of long femininity. and the ovals of 3
grate swift bile at they're lump. and they swallow inthedarkness
his moronic spit. and puke . . .
Nov 15, 2010
Nov 15, 2010 at 10:17 AM UTC
softly, fleetly
tickle, treat me
new warmth here
that loves me sweetly
what was comfort
now is strange
round two's arrived
please don't change
Feb 17, 2015
Feb 17, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Frightful ******* aching feeling,
Fleetly filling till' it's full,
Soon to smack the central ceiling,
When she pushes, then I will pull,
Pull her right back into my arms,
That is right where she's meant to be,
Metaphorically, so no harm,
Will ever come to her or me,
Avoidance will heal,
Getting closer helps,
Avoidance will hurt,
Getting closer pains,
Duality exists,
And life persists,
Always a good side and a bad side,
And life goes, so live, I insist.
Dec 3, 2018
Dec 3, 2018 at 7:10 PM UTC
your mouth is a pale crescendo
about which mutters beauty
(lipscheecks;eyes;hairandbody)
easy with crass eager nobility
and just a bit of intense fingers
culling fleetly every atom of
girl fleece into a singular punch
of lush dangerous silence
that caves when rushes your
neck into my mouth its crisp
foal (on awkward skinniness
suddenly) blisters engorged
with scarlet and strenuous rapid
sound
BURST
Nov 8, 2012
Nov 8, 2012 at 12:36 AM UTC
We depress in the confines of cerebral warehouses
where freedom persists only through memories left.
But comfort can be found in the knowledge
that youth cascades down the flesh of flesh.
The sweetest fruits fleetly brush your tongue.
The loveliest tunes are whispers delicately sung.
Let your brittle bones break the malaise strung.
Just let go; let the air out of your lungs.
Reason. Purpose. Meaning.
It was when you realized that your life could be measured by revolutions of the sun.
It was the first time you witnessed the passing of someone you love.
Mar 25, 2013
Mar 25, 2013 at 5:57 PM UTC
angels fall like fireworks
sizzling
crackling-divinity
sparking on skin-burning
brightly
as i held him tightly
as i held him as if i’d die if he would let go
he let go
and i fell, falling like a shooting star
silently screaming as my splayed heart strangely kept beating
“i love you, aziraphale and all that you are” and my love looked down
and i saw him weep
(for me
for me!
Because of me)
i saw the tears from all his eyes run down his face into the sky
as he told me “you and i, all that we are, i will find you again no matter how far
away you land
a thud on the sand
a splash in the sea
i’ll find you again
please!
wait for me”
i fell and angels all around me screamed out their dying cries
i fell and thought the fire all around me was surely nothing but lies
i fell and saw all around me it was better to be ignorant than wise
i fell and the stars all around me fell too, falling through the skies
i fell but i could not stop watching his eyes
those endlessly seeing
Throughout all my being
brilliantly ****** eyes
and i thought to myself
what else
could i possibly want to see
then his eyes crying for me
why would i want to see my life without him
a life with no hand in mine
a life spent twisting my spine
a life with wings bound in twine
a life with no sign of the Divine
oh MOTHER
why would you do this
why must you cast me away
i’d beg and i’d barter
(don’t make me a martyr!)
anything for a chance to stay
oh mother doesn’t listen
oh mother doesn’t care
oh mother i cry out; my tears glisten
oh mother are you there?
no one is there and i’m all alone and sometimes i wish i was made of stone
or better yet,
a galaxy
-brilliant and bold-
no pain to be had, no story to be told
just light all round me
light from the burning, turning sun
the sun, the sun it glows so bright
it feels warm, like a hug from him (so tight!)
so golden, so glittering
so molten, so obliterating
so like his countless tears
what is there for me to look for?
what is there for me to find?
the battle is over; they won the war
and i'm lost to him for all of time
oh sun please don’t listen
oh sun please don’t care
i cry out as my tears glisten
oh sun please just be there
burn my eyes black and haunted
burn them like these wings, undaunted
by the tar upon them
destroy my eyes so completely
so the only thing that can run so fleetly
through my mind is his eyes weeping so sweetly
as She casts me out and the kingdom is restored so neatly
burn them black, i tell you
burn them like i fell, oh hell, you!
burn them crisp, oh i smell you!
oh sun, you lovely ball of fire
grant me this, my one desire
make me blind so all i see
is him
weeping for me
…
it did not work
sun, you failed me
they are not black and haunted
they are not blind and bleeding
they are sickly, ickly yellow
and somehow always needing
to see him again
May 11, 2021
May 11, 2021 at 3:03 AM UTC
I found an injured blue jay. I held him in my arms. I thought he would try to fly away yet when I let go, he fell to the ground.
As I looked more closely, I saw within his wing, numerous hooks of various sizes woven through feathers, piercing his skin.
With care I held him closely, slowly freeing one hook at a time. Each minute he knew was closer to healing, his gratitude was matched with mine.
His pain finally subsiding, I carried him toward the brush. I thought he would join the other blue birds but instead he held on and nuzzled me close.
"You're free!" I told him he was healed now. He thanked me one last time. As I watched him fly off into the wood you'll never believe what I saw with my eyes.
His wings, fluttering now faster, he made his way up through the trees. Sunbeams transforming his feathers from grays and blues to vibrant purples and pink.
My new friend, now resembled a butterfly, in every possible way. Flying into the sunset with poise and grace, he reminded me to never give up on hope of brighter days.
For once he was an injured blue jay, flightless and weighted to the ground. He dreamt of becoming a butterfly, fleetly floating through trees, bringing beauty all around.
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:08 PM UTC
O' dusk gloomy!
Don't frighten me now!
Will you let me come home,
by the onset of the dark night??
O' Night darkly!
Don't keep me wide awake!
Will you let me merge within,
to resurrect into sunny bright??
O' stars sparkly!
Don't hide behind the cloud!
Will you decorate my darkness,
to glitter the sky with your sight??
O' Moon loony!
Don't play hide and seek!
When will you comeback,
to fill my heart with delight??
O' Time fleetly!
Don't keep me waiting!
When will you heal my soul,
and fill me with white light??
O' Life floaty!
Don't keep me chasing!
The day we will unite,
I shouldn't die of inner fight??
Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 9:41 PM UTC
at how does gleam the cherry **** of your cylindric pertness–lips–i beco
me me in two folds of self on each one pressed the drooping brand of y
our hands stings to cooly touch with the unhinging of cottoned hurt
ing in when the sun suddenly of gradual imperceptible dying revo
lves on the apex of youth its own immortal youth; such dreams a
s magic become the ethereal toyness of your wrists that fleetly
stagger of whiteness with substance wholly girl with two
******* wine for a mouth and darkness for hair even
the night is jealous at their fibers and remarks with
disturbed violence a shower of stars to mark
its brunt, its curling of tight fingers into
fists of foisted heating)
(there
such
brightness
is a circle within
A circle of
tingling bruteness
you have liked me
to be between your
smart ****** of cherry
pertness–
LIPS
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
at that your, unstartled completely, without
hesitation because hips
(an electric fire; inside me)
SPRings
to my lips
that fleetly depart
my face to be
where they are longing
to incise
the placid unhaired
of your
between thighs
velvet forever
notch
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 8:11 PM UTC