"glimpsing" poems
Combining each thought and sharing a single mind,
while all living things rot, there's a darkness that can blind.
We believe ourselves are invisible, never worthy of a second glance,
and even when miserable, we all can receive a second chance.
Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
a love that was eternal, yet ended far too soon.
And even though opposite, they made the other complete,
as at night the Earth was moonlit and in day the sun brought heat.
And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection,
and in between came Mercury and Mars,
barely sliding by detection.
Yes it's truly a sorry and sad tune,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.
Shining for eachother and lighting up the world,
with a love that could smother and emotional tides always swirled.
Passing by and on the go, barely glimpsing a sight,
but the moon will always glow and the sun will always shine bright.
Darling have you heard the story of the sun and the moon,
with disaster so contagious, they were always truly immune,
and even though apart, they shared a soul together,
and they shared a heart, and they shared the skies forever.
And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
In the history books and memoirs,
there's some things they fail to mention:
they were both adoring and made the other swoon,
that old love story of the sun and the moon.
It wasn't well hidden; they danced a dance of pure seduction,
and they felt it was forbidden, as it would lead to their destruction.
So they kept their space, to give us both the dark and the light,
and now they rise and set as a race, it's competition and a fight.
And they were outlined by the stars,
forever lighting up their connection.
The constellations near and far,
tell the tale of their affection.
It may not be of glory, and it may just tell of ruin,
but we all should remember the love story of the sun and the moon.
Sep 22, 2017
Sep 22, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC
I stood there.
Staring.
A snow-capped peak stared back.
I became exceedingly captivated.
Captivated by the thought that he and I existed;
Existed now.
Existed here.
Existed together.
I became a shell.
A shell filled with explosive joy.
And I could no longer become underwhelmed.
Nor could I become whelmed.
I lived.
I will never believe in myself more,
Never trust in Creation more,
Never be enveloped in the stillness more
Than I did in that moment.
Glimpsing that skyline.
Staring down a mountain.
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC
A day recedes,
I'll chase down one more night
A lamed and hobbling Spring
tries to outrun the tide
of all the misspent months
and all this wasted time
The northern breeze sings cold,
it sighs through tattered topsails
sea of questions waits.
schools of unanswered voicemails
My footfalls share the sidewalks,
steady,
sure. Still young but glimpsing old and stumbling
Walking outside
soaked lungs need some new air
I'm nervous and shaking
fold the map, don a blank stare
my days wearing on
fill 'em up with a fool's words
I'm saltwashed, stuck and
peeling paint off my memory
for now.
A day's been seized--
a metered length of life
Can't place a price on Fall
and can't outrun the tide
of these layered seasons
as his time unwinds
The eastern wind comes hard
and shreds through mended mainsails
river of answers dried
so ask the waving cattails.
His footfalls know the sidewalks
leaking
down sidestreets' asphalt tributaries
Walking around
A hitch in his slow gait
A ghost of our town
shuffles on with a fixed gaze,
his days playing out,
As he strides down the sidewalks
his life plays a film,
flashing bright on glazed eyeballs
And I'm southbound,
4 p.m. driving Orange Street
completely drowned--
--swore I woke up in Gimli,
Manitoba January
seared into my youthful memories
I'm freezerburnt
Autumn heat, don't leave me
I'll hold your hair if you're feeling sickly,
then drive back home.
Autumn heat, don't leave me now.
...Autumn heat, don't leave me now.
May 12, 2014
May 12, 2014 at 11:51 AM UTC
Skipping through the forest,
Laughing with delight,
Glimpsing my sweetheart,
Off to the right.
Sneaking up closely,
Taking a peek.
Watching him moving,
I do not speak.
Silently climbing,
Up and out on a limb.
Taking some acorns,
And grinning down on him.
Watching him move,
unaware of my perch.
Thinking how funny,
He's going to lurch.
Taking careful aim,
Then glancing about,
I whack him on the head,
And he gives a shout.
Laughing, and swinging,
Out on a limb.
Hanging upside down,
And grinning at him.
First he was scowling,
Looking quite mad.
Now he is smiling,
And, boy, am I glad.
Still hanging there,
My knees over the limb,
He approaches me slowly,
And I get a kiss from him.
His hands on my face,
His heart in his eyes.
Kissing so sweetly,
With fun undisguised.
Slipping from my perch,
I settle in his arms.
Feeling so safe,
Loving his charms.
Not a thing could be better,
than being this close.
with his heart to my heart
his nose to my nose
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 2:00 PM UTC
The night you left, I slept for 3 hours and 21 minutes
Which was no use
Every hour, I woke up
Praying that it was a bad dream
Hoping that you were still there
Shutting my eyes
Accepting again and again
That you were never coming back
There was some sort of comfort in that
I wouldn't have known what to do
If we ever crossed paths
6 months have passed, and I’m still stuck
With the deafening silence you left behind
With the meaningless words you said
With the heavy secrets I swore not to tell
With the thought of who I thought you were
With the truth of who you really turned out to be
Stuck with you
You’re 1,769 miles away and yet
I can still feel you everywhere I go
A ghost trailing me, watching my every step
Waiting for me to break down
Waiting to whisper “You still need me”
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I used to check my phone every 5 minutes
Glimpsing to see if you left me a message
Not out of concern, but out of habit
And old habits die hard
Now I only check my phone to look at the time
Someone once told me that time heals all wounds
They obviously haven’t met you
Because no matter how long it’s been
Time will never be able to heal the wound
That you left behind after you said goodbye
To me, to us
9 months, 20 days, and 1,769 miles ago
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 6:01 AM UTC
It's lovely outside, I think I’ll go knickerless today.
You don’t want to do that, you might get knocked down by a bus.
Why would that make any difference.
You always have to wear clean underwear when getting knocked down by a bus.
Do you make these things up.
Did your mum never tell you, you always have to wear clean underwear when leaving the house, just incase you get knocked down by a steamroller or such.
My mum said a lot of things, luckily for me I grew up, unlike some people I may add.
Hardly my fault my mum has to come round and cook for me.
Cook, she cuts your sausages, you’re a child.
Sure she’d cut your carrots if you asked her.
Think I’ll wear pants now, you’re driving me nuts.
You’re not wearing white, are you.
Why, does mummy not allow white.
I’m more thinking of the guys in the office.
What, what's it got to do with them.
It’s got a lot, you don’t want the guys glimpsing boring white, put black on.
The guys in my office are too busy to be perving at my underwear.
Guys are never too busy, it's our job in life to check the girls out.
My last boyfriend was never like this.
That’s because your last boyfriend usually wore your knickers.
He just liked the feel of women's underwear.
How is his hormone treatment coming along, is he wearing your bra yet.
Get knotted mummy’s boy.
Talking about mummy’s, I’m taking yours running tonight. Hope she’s wearing the skimpy shorts.
That’s another thing, you told my mum she shouldn’t wear pants under her shorts, why would that be.
Might be something to do with the leg massage I give her after our run.
You are sick.
Your mum’s a cougar. Actually, just thinking about her is getting me hot, fancy a quickie.
Get stuffed, just get me to work without mentioning my mum, underwear, or any other perversions in your sick brain.
Do my best, white pants.
I’ll get you in the car, need to get something.
Nice legs lover, did I glimpse black ******* there.
Well, you said it, we need to keep the guys happy, any luck one of them will ask me out.
Well if they do, tell them you’re not available this weekend.
And why would that be.
Cos I’m taking you to Paris.
Maybe I don’t want to go to Paris.
Oh you will, five star hotel, tickets to see that weird female singer you love.
Okay, I’ll need a new outfit, maybe a few outfits. Will I need **** underwear.
Strangely enough no. Me and your mum bought you some.
Jun 1, 2016
Jun 1, 2016 at 3:34 PM UTC
Lay me down in syrupy Laugh's
Let me laugh myself to death
Let the shine be on my face
And the dirt beneath my
Fragile toes- upsprout
Through my mouth
Let me blossom like
Daisies in the sudden
Show---- lay me down
By the Riverside
Where a fire is
L-i-t and by and
By my hands will
Reach the morning
Sky's----glimpsing
Into the future,
Forgetting my
Past,no heart to
Be sold, my beats
Draw fast, no more
Emptiness of a vessel,
My veins are the pencils
That sketch the world
Around me.
May 5, 2016
May 5, 2016 at 2:26 PM UTC
Before I close my eyes ... Before I drift away ...
fallow as the evanescent tide grows low;
before the falling sun echoes
upon shown waves of estranged sandbars
Before I draw this life’s ending breath ...
as beclouding skies ache like a windswept shoreline
kissed by a bitter sweet gale of love and misery
beget a chilling spell cast of invisible winds of change
Before you no longer remember ...
the way the song a gentle wind's caress
swirls and sweeps away bare feet
set free to soar beyond the reach of your eyes
Before these eyes see the final sunset tiptoe down the sky ...
even the sun feels the dimming in its wake ;
unrequited footprints in the sand course straightaway,
never turning around to look back whence they came
Before another tide floods a deserted oceanside ...
erasing the traces of where we danced naked as the dark
glimpsing the diminishing horizon ―
and I let go .........
as the tears steal away the last glint of the sea
The way you took your love from me ...
© harlon rivers ... May15th, 2017
May 25, 2017
May 25, 2017 at 12:41 PM UTC
Bathed in trauma, poured on you,
Blindly making excuses, I didn't have a clue,
Unintended harm was not my aim,
I swear, from my heart, that's the truth I claim.
Just give me a chance to prove I can change,
Don't turn away, let's break this estrange,
I've learned my lessons, I'm ready to grow,
I can transform, this I truly know.
Lost in the past, flipping photo albums' pages,
Seeking smiles, wondering through the ages,
But now I see the present with fresh eyes,
Fixing what's wrong, no more disguise.
A shared prison, unaware we both dwelled,
Failed to communicate, the stories we withheld,
I tried to speak of demons deep within,
Unaware they held me tight, drowning in their sin.
I plead for a chance, believe I can mend,
Break free from the covers, where the pain won't extend,
Yesterday's weight won't hold us down,
Together we'll rise, wearing courage as our crown.
Glimpsing photos, memories of distant travels,
Questioning why joy seemed to unravel,
But it's not about them, or what they comprehend,
Finding my worth, letting my true self ascend.
Losing my muse, an ache deep within,
Placing you on a pedestal, where love had once been,
Our best memories like a festival's delight,
But I clung too tightly, clouding our sight.
Hurting you, hurting myself, a tangled mess,
I thought I suffered more, but it was just a guess,
Overloaded with clichés, patched on our dark days,
Unaware I was the setup, before the closing phrase.
Keep donning your cape socks, a symbol of strength,
In the end, you shaped me, helping me find my true length
May 27, 2023
May 27, 2023 at 5:04 PM UTC
Not the first, nor hundredth view inside.
Masks forgotten with departed boundaries,
Tied through inner worlds and silenced words;
Stripped. Of everything but a shadowed view of depth.
With this, a fall into bottomless fragility.
A glittering lock of unknown vulnerability;
A naked tether. Souls on show.
An illuminance playing in purity below.
Outlines blurred of who, or what, we are,
With memories brought ashore in tidal waves.
After learning to float, succumb to the intricate sway
Of days spent glimpsing our reality.
Aug 2, 2016
Aug 2, 2016 at 9:13 AM UTC
So.
What kind of sleep
Do you want?
The lacy white kind
Where you remember
All of your dreams,
Like glimpsing gardens
Behind cobwebs?
The kind of sleep that
slips on air,
running out of oxygen
like a drowner,
a sleep where
you recall
the hour you
closed your eyes?
Or do you want a
Sledgehammer?
A total blackout,
A sudden death,
Oblivious to fires
And burglaries
And nightmares?
Asleep so fast you
Can barely make out
Legs,
A marathon of hours
Done.
****** or Ambien?
C’mon,
Choose and hush up,
Morning’s waiting.
Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
Every now and then, I still get butterflies
when I look into your eyes
I see a mesmerizing sight, glimmering pools of sparkling hazel shine
one's fixed on me, the other wanders off to the side, never to align
it's almost glimpsing into our destiny, our fate.
as if you had read my mind, you smile at me and then I remember
that I know I've found my soul mate
and I've been waiting for this moment, ever since September.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
All the sad faces, so quickly they appear
Those eyes they peer; like voyeurs of the night
As time approaches dusk, and light becomes dark
They disembark
From Upper York Street-
To the strongholds of the the Shore Road
Glimpsing in, people stare back
From the Spides of the north
To the elderly and beyond
Coughing and shuffling, moaning and groaning;
Oh! What a concert!
Amadeus would be a proud man indeed
As it slogs by I catch a fleeting glimpse
My face, appearing ever so different; sadder
It must be illusionary, right? Perhaps
Standing there, just thinking to myself
Will I ever see these people again?
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
supine, deeply do I ponder
of those times as if, I've
treaded upon coal ablazed
beds, of womb fetally
withdrawn; darkness embeds
itself, attempting to see
with clarity through murky
watered canvasses
I, analyze self, coping
with turmoil; glimpsing
the light at the end of
elongated tunnels, leaving
burdensome baggage
that isn't a *** of gold
at the end of a rainbow
giving way to self-awareness
as a glorified sunrise opens
to new horizons; long awaited
as if, eons have passed without
notice, finally, arriving at my
threshold of salvation by the
grace of God; sanity redeemed
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 2:15 PM UTC
Other people see only what I let peek through.
Small bits,
The false bottom
Tidying the Dark.
I risk too much in showing.
Yet, somehow,
Despite my efforts,
You startle me.
Glimpsing, somehow, by sheer luck or will or oneness,
That which has never been seen before.
Amazingly,
Miraculously,
Terrifyingly,
You don't look away in horror or shame.
And I begin to unfold.
And you with giant scissors ceremoniously releasing me from myself.
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 5:09 PM UTC
There is a place in time one
wishes happy endings to arise, but will
not see, that it is meant to
last. I want love but don’t expect
any lasting effect. Almost always, one
falls out, though it is not impossible. I see the
faces, the eyes which show the
experiences. I see more in the soul,
I know they can tell I search.
Maybe, when I see that light, I will
be able to say, discern a path given
to last to the end. But I can’t until
I’ve searched long enough, given
enough of myself to have earned a respect
from life, the cosmos, to take away any
doubt, and let me sway to the eternity of
love. Tonight, I just want to feel thrill, behold
it how I feel it in my soul, no matter how
contrived. I see a way beyond the reflection; I look
into my eyes, see whole worlds within. I wait
till someone, finally, can see mine.
© 2004
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 9:46 PM UTC
we have this way of walking away
so carefully mapped out
for when things start to be real
like a dream, you were to me
in the haze of late night sunshine
and bottles on the ground
who were we in those days
did you know I loved you?
did you give yourself to me?
I fought and fought against
the currents in your head
glimpsing so briefly
that tender soul you guard so well
and then we leave,
with all the walls on the ground
give them the winter
to rebuild our guards.
walk those old streets in hopes of finding you
but I feel I’m never exactly what you wanted
just a naive young girl
carefree and wild.
& it’s such a serious life you live
full of martyrdom and resentment,
but I do love you nonetheless,
in all your faults, I would always come back
I would always come home
to be wrapped up in your arms,
is a relief I have never known
anywhere else.
Mar 13, 2012
Mar 13, 2012 at 2:07 PM UTC
Glimpsing her bathing on the roof,
He averted his eyes and looked away.
Wondering if his eyes remembered her beauty correctly,
He sneakily took a short glance to see clearly.
And that was all it took for King David,
Who gazed upon the wife of his own soldier.
Lured by a glimpse,
Hooked by a glance,
Swallowed by a gaze,
He didn't know the steep cost to be paid.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 4:28 PM UTC
All I Need is this moment
I will not walk on by
Thirsty by a mountain stream
Without the tears to cry
Denial and delusion
Have not worked out so well
Existing in confusion
Creating my own hell
Love teaches me to really see
What is beneath the surface
Known by the heart but not the eye
Revealing my life’s purpose
In a flash Material World
Gives way, but what is this
A signpost points the way to
A sense of eternal bliss
I am glimpsing sweet moments
In the awakened state
The Holy Instant, satori
Where oneness replaces hate.
Dec 1, 2016
Dec 1, 2016 at 10:00 AM UTC
negotiating modernity
at the MoMA
one's pushed along
mass conveyances
inertial rush an
intractable force
surer then the weight
of Newton's gravity
routes precarious
contemplative moments
nails scratching
Pollack's #9
in desperate attempt
to hold ground
Mall of America's
crushing crowds
vagrants pacing
the large garages
barely glimpsing
composite walls
the open spaces
bagging fast food art
not a bit of intimacy
in the **** place
Music Selection
Ornette Coleman
with Eric Dolphy
Free Jazz
2/24/11
NYC
jbm
Nov 15, 2011
Nov 15, 2011 at 8:41 AM UTC
Soft light creeping in
I sip coffee, hot and black
Glimpsing back, I tilt my chair
Blue sky through spruce boughs
Retrospective of your eyes
Oct 20, 2012
Oct 20, 2012 at 8:40 PM UTC
The overture sounds:
A muffled “thud,”
And scraping flesh against macadam.
Un-rosined bows screech across nerves,
Dividing molecules to atoms.
Each neuron fires off, splicing into three
The soul from the body,
and something indescribably between.
Catching fire, he ascends -
"This is what it truly means to be!"
Each piece, each side
Breaking away in-finitely
To somehow become more whole
Through division, and in balance.
Like a reunion, of holy trinity,
Caught ablaze in fissile symphony.
- - -
And like a cork popped from a bottle,
Rewound, and played reversed,
He careens with a whining pitch
And
f
a
l
l
s
From orbit,
Back to earth.
Glimpsing God
Only to be clawed back
To the pains and pleasures of Samsara,
To taste the bitterness of my own blood,
Juxtaposed
With the ecstasy of Nirvana.
This is how I came to know the realm
In which our feeble bodies lurch.
Reborn as a phoenix from the ashes.
From the rear cabin of a hearse.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC
(Black Tide)
🌒
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My finger touches water...imagining,
tracing...the contours of a face,
eyes...hair...they undulate on the
wavy mirrors of the water, reeling
on the blue luster of the rising tide,
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shimmering streaks, reflecting
splotches, as sun rays are waning,
~~~~~this late afternoon.
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i stay, unflinching, un-intimidated
by the lapping waves, violently
caressing the sandy shore.
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🌒
The dimming sky blurs
your sketch into an enigma,
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Your hair, your face are vanishing
leaving your open eyes, glimpsing
around, glinting like silver, through
the rhythmic ebbing and flowing
of the now black tide.
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November sky's an undaunting view
.......as firm as dark navy blue,
a few stars in sight,
la lune is still queen of the night,
so determined in her scant glow 🌒
~~~telling me, it's time to go,
~~~to live through this night,
then, face a new sunrise 🌕
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(#silly love poem)
sally b
© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
October 17, 2017
Dec 6, 2021
Dec 6, 2021 at 12:36 AM UTC