"glist" poems
Here, where the lonely hooting owl
Sends forth his midnight moans,
Fierce wolves shall o’er my carcase growl,
Or buzzards pick my bones.
No fellow-man shall learn my fate,
Or where my ashes lie;
Unless by beasts drawn round their bait,
Or by the ravens’ cry.
Yes! I’ve resolved the deed to do,
And this the place to do it:
This heart I’ll rush a dagger through,
Though I in hell should rue it!
Hell! What is hell to one like me
Who pleasures never know;
By friends consigned to misery,
By hope deserted too?
To ease me of this power to think,
That through my ***** raves,
I’ll headlong leap from hell’s high brink,
And wallow in its waves.
Though devils yell, and burning chains
May waken long regret;
Their frightful screams, and piercing pains,
Will help me to forget.
Yes! I’m prepared, through endless night,
To take that fiery berth!
Think not with tales of hell to fright
Me, who am damn’d on earth!
Sweet steel! come forth from our your sheath,
And glist’ning, speak your powers;
Rip up the organs of my breath,
And draw my blood in showers!
I strike! It quivers in that heart
Which drives me to this end;
I draw and kiss the ****** dart,
My last—my only friend!
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When the starry host shine on high
Like silver glist’ning in the sky,
How exhilaration does flow
Thro’ my veins like the chilly snow!
These soldiers that guard the darkness,
That steal from thieves their happiness,
That spy on lovers’ secrecy
And drift them more to ecstasy,
Will dim away when dawn draws nigh
Without a breath, nor moan, nor sigh.
Sep 13, 2018
Sep 13, 2018 at 3:13 AM UTC
Spots of blinding light glance off the river
Reflecting apollo's fiery descent
From the west enrobed in smoky silver
Luna begins to carefully ascend
She whistles violet purple black and blue
To chase her brother's chariot away
Painting the world a sparkling darker hue
She unfolds glist'ning night as if to say:
It is I the giver of the earth's rest
That you with little faith have letted fear
And spurred yourselves with stories un-celeste:
Lies from my brothers mouth and to your ear.
This hour go out and put the truth to test!
In dark alone the soul will find repose
A tune of cosmic peace does black compose.
Feb 14, 2020
Feb 14, 2020 at 2:01 AM UTC
if i had the world for me
i would waste away with poetry
and study not a single thing
that sounded with a hollow ring
i would not care to take advice
or think about the odds of life
no tiptoe tiptoe in a dance
followed by glist'ng eyes askance
no not for me and all that jazz
id rather run and be a spaz
for what do people mean to me
otherthan self-claimed royalty
so i jest and run and play
for today and yesterday
yes is shameful lets have tea
me and me so selfishly
10/11/12
Oct 11, 2012
Oct 11, 2012 at 3:02 AM UTC
Irena, won’t you sing for me
The day is almost done
I see the sun’s long, glist’ning rays
Upon kissed altar stones
They bid goodbye to Daylight’s glee
As Dusk crawls in to keep
My world in constant pace despite
The tasks in mounting heaps
Irena, should you lose your song
Don’t weep, sky-speckled friend
For I have one to comfort me
And croon with Love no end
Like yours, her ballad fills my life
With harmony, pure light
My aging pen is a nightingale
In the deadness of the night.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:36 AM UTC
moves like ash through the air
off a balcony
Me
of course I’m coarse like gloves
for falconry
My
stomach is the water of the
Balkan Sea
Her
cadence is the snow in Fuji
mountain’s spring
She’s
a tree I would down just
to count the rings
When
she moves her mouth in any
amount it sings
She’s
When.
she’s
when,
silent sirens sing
on violent violet islets
and seems
all the world’s a dream
I
am
the
breeze the sea sends
and seas uneven
sinks ships
clips wings
indecent
is ants
in the lips
of her honey drip
ings
swings
whips
glist
ning
eclips
ed
miss thing
get with
hitch
ings?
drip
queen of kings
miss
myth
I’m miss
ing
can we just slip
into
exist
ing
got you in my grip
my grip
is
tight
ning
Feb 27, 2015
Feb 27, 2015 at 8:33 PM UTC
Tomorrow snow will cool the brightest light,
It’s trickled, liquid fire, by each touch
The sun bestows within dark fields that might
Become a living hollow, warm and blushed
The moment snow fell down from winter’s gale,
The blossoms freeze in time beneath the frost,
The blush turns blue beneath the icy veil,
And sheets of crystals gather as it’s lost
What withers, petal’s bones would turn to ash,
Would die beneath the sun that blessed its birth,
But stays forever frozen, living glass,
Eternal moments taken for no worth
Its petals glist’ning, silver as cold rain,
Its frozen time awaits more lovely change.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
Oh, that Winter season
Now far away it be—
How far the damage done
That horrid quarter three.
That crystal cage before,
Which once held to me fast—
Which once I did abhor—
The prison did not last.
A figure from the crowd,
With eyes so honey-warm,
And hands of strength endow’d,
The cage and thorns disarm.
And then the storm-clouds break
As hand firmly clasps hand…
As glist’ning sun does wake
Once empty, lonesome land.
The gentle smile I love—
The firm hands I love more…
The voice of him thereof
Since leaving homeland’s shore…
He did brave my storm!
He, in the crowd, did start
For my glass cage—did warm,
And calmed tumultuous heart.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
Death, O’ you all consuming notion:
Idea; intractable, implacable void.
As you are I see not clearly yet
I see a life made up of the stuff of myth.
With the narrow thinking of a man—
Achaean footsoldiers marching to glory—
I ponder your immensity, think
Not too clearly for the sake of sanity,
Because in fact I can think no more clearly.
For your sake, I say, I have wandered.
I have traveled dust and roads that stretch lifetimes
And that capture moments fleeting in
From great dusty horizons beyond the brink.
The dust, I think, I speak of last,
The road I speak of first.
Yet in no particular order is life
So constrained; nor, by consequence, is death.
Yet O’, to you, I give my all,
My heart, my fear, anguish and pain, I give all to you,
If only to supplicate you at the knees, say
“I am not ready yet, do not rip up the void.”
Yet O’, do you laugh, and you do,
And a pity it is that I be at your knees,
For you are a wand’ring, indiscriminate beast,
And you take life as you may please.
Raise an auspicious eye to the venerable shape.
His head is there, but hollow eyes
Do make up the void of his sight.
And a sinister look is there.
Raise an auspicious eye to the undark’ned mirror;
The eyes show a deep glist’ning light,
From deepest and remotest corners,
Where life is not that way.
May 24, 2014
May 24, 2014 at 5:29 PM UTC
Though through the valley
Ran she oft
(The others caused it so)
On occasion
They would be
The staff that for her glows
His father neither
Spoke unkindly
To a soul nor ear
Yet he was needed
Someplace further
Far away from here
And raindrops fell
Through cloudless skies
Until the moon arose
And glist'ning inkwells
Fell to paper
Falling into prose
And we emerged into a life of vivid yellow rose.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
Do you look out where the waves touch the shore?
I do
Where high in the sky the light ***** birds soar?
I do
Up in the sky where the clouds meld with blue?
I see
High above me with no payments due?
I see
Do you look out where the lights touch the tree?
I do
Where glist'ning and glinting I know I should be?
I do
Swallowed by fields we lie side by side?
I stand
Closing our eyes as we dream of the tide?
I stand
One with the ocean and one with the land
May 14, 2016
May 14, 2016 at 11:25 AM UTC
Love
Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion ‘tis and pain which mingle
Glist'ring then for aye undone.
Pain it is not; wondering pity
Dies or e'er the pang is fled;
Passion ‘tis not, foul and gritty,
Born one instant, instant dead.
Love is twain, it is not single,
Gold and silver mixed to one,
Passion ‘tis and pain which mingle
Glist'ring then for aye undone.
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 5:01 AM UTC
You wish you could relive those moments
You know when things felt new and fresh
That first kiss remembered but hoping its not the last
The time you spend when you are apart wondering when youll see them again
That love is else where wishing you could tame it
Not meant to be trapped in a mind torturing fantasy
Dec 26, 2013
Dec 26, 2013 at 3:50 PM UTC
Red
Like blood on white tile
A fair maiden's lips
Your hair last summer
Blue
Like a choking man
A child's eyes glist'ning
Your fav'rite color
Yellow
Like weathered parchment
My mother's long hair
Your car's bright paint job
Green
Like moss on a rock
The leaves on a tree
The passport you left
Purple
Like bruises on skin
Orchids on a vine
Your prom date's necktie
Orange
Like fire cleansing all
The light on my porch
The sun on your face
Brown
Like earth we'll return
A mug of cocoa
And some sourdough bread
White
Like pale, frigid skin
My face when I saw
What you have become
Black
Like life without you
A life without you
My life without you
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 7:13 PM UTC
Monsoons splash my face,
these tears are glist.
Pale skin over a case,
there, demons that exist.
Sep 29, 2015
Sep 29, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
NEVER FORGET
the buildings gray stood grand and tall
the proudest prize of man's bright call
none dared to think that one might fall
thus glist'ning in the sun
the perfect morning sun
from cherished ground each tower rose
with strength and structure, grandiose
and steady through what nature blows
designer minds had wrought
their best, or so we thought
but some small men with missing parts
brought caliphates with fits and starts
their twisted aims from twisted hearts
would make examples, clear
the things we held, so dear
there wields no sharper blade or knife
than those which can't thus value life
oh deep that wound of careless strife
cut by an empty soul
an empty, barren soul
they flew that morn from foreign lands
these rotten souls, with hateful hands
with peopled planes at their commands
and hate their only cause
a beast with deadly claws
one at-a-time straight 'head they flew
'midst cloudless skies and vault of blue
they stabbed their evil arrows through
the hearts of all mankind
death's rattle left behind
those towers melted, crumpled ... fell
and brought a grief no one could quell
there on the news, straight out of hell
that horror lay unfurled
the weeping of a world
two decades gone, the wounds remain
those birthed from promise gone insane
lost catafalques, like tears through rain
that make no earthly sense
death smirks as God relents
please, teach our wee ones how it was
that heav'n did laud such twisted cause
and burned our bright and wondrous Oz
with fire's heinous flash
turned wonder into ash
how can it be that monsters, thus
now wear a mask that looks like us?
how can we learn, again, to trust?
still, from those ashes, then
the grandest dreams of men ...
through hope, can rise again.
Copyright © Patrick ramsey September 11, 2021
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 8:51 AM UTC
In the broken twilight you stare
The darkness glist'ning in your hair
The deaths of family broke you none
The deaths of friends the starting gun
The race you wear like cheap jewelry
The chase you show so fake and erie
The end in sight if turned your head
The end in hindsight now we're dead
Uncertain love is what you crave
Partial hate you need
Unconventional life like a grave
In you lie with headstone of greed
In wasted moments between
The life and death I glean
The single choice you left me
The single path you test me
The shadows curl around your feet
The light bends inward to your center
The souls of many you devour
The souls you loved lay dead this hour
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 10:51 PM UTC