"harkens" poems
MY LONG TREK ON WRONG LEGS, BEG DYNAMITE FROM HUSH DUDS
DAMP CANNONS BILLOW IN THE EAST WIND, LIKE FLACCID DRAGONS
GAGGING ON IRON APPLES
I SURGE IMPOTENT IN MY WRATH, SUNBATHING BY AFTERGLOW
HEROICALLY CONTAINED.
DISMANTLED...
I CRAFT THE WITHERING OF MY FURY
WITH A STEADY HAND; AND A JADED HEART
STARK BLIGHT, DRAINS MY CUP OF THUNDER, WHERE MY LIGHTNING CLOTS
WHERE SOLID DARK
HARKENS
MY YELLOW SUN HARDENS; LIKE AN UNSTRUCK COIN
BLANK IN MY POCKET
SHARDS OF DULL ACHE... UNSHARPEN
MY RED SEA
DEPARTS
MY KELP BEDS
DISMAYED.
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 7:03 PM UTC
I'd love to peer into that brain of yours and see the actual mechanics of your thinking. Where those creative juices of yours throb and pulse. Ya, I'll drink to that.
Maybe use one of them scopes to explore the left ventricle of your heart (you know, that chamber of the Heart that pumps blood through the aorta). Figure out that sensitive heart of yours.
Explore the rubber consistency of the lining of your lungs. With that heaving chest and ******* of yours, those lungs must be so healthy in their pinkish hue. Just some barstool thoughts while waiting for closing time.
Staring into this shot glass in front of me, my memory harkens back to the time you cut your arm and I ****** the blood from it, so salty and all. I want to bottle you up in a liquid formula or capsulize your essence in a unique pill form where I can digest and absorb you and grow new cells from the energy I receive from the calories of your precious body.
Maybe with the power of your bodies flesh I can grow a sixth toe, develop a third eye, build an ***** I love you so much I could eat you up!
Barkeep says this is last call so I better drink up and be on my way. I wonder what your left ventricle really looks like under close inspection?
Just wondering, do you have any x-rays of your body I could have?
See ya, Creepy Ray Ray
Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 6:45 PM UTC
*Moonflower in the Pale Moon Light
Gently unfurling
Willingly to the Nights Delight
Cloistered under the Bright
Clear Sun.. Shutting Herself
Till the Day is Done
Secrets Revealed under the
Veil Of Darkness
Light of the Moon
The only Language
To which She Harkens*
* * * * *
Copyright © 2014 Christi Michaels.
All Rights Reserved
Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
In the shadow of dreams
The silent movement of air
Harkens the arrival of the Spirit of Love
Softly, so as to not disturb a slumber
She slinks into every warm space
Filling the endless void with passion
She pulls the spirit out of the person
To frolic in the distant moonlight
They dance in the essence of hearts
Hearts joined by blood
Lives shared through time
She unites them in dreams, in reality, in life
One soul, one heartbeat, one infinity of love
Mar 5, 2015
Mar 5, 2015 at 9:38 PM UTC
I'm fighting hard for a reason to stay
I'm trying hard my demons to slay
But my swords are all broken, turned to rust
I'm afraid I'm all hollow, I'm but a crust
I'm striving to see the light, in this inky thick darkness
But to my screams and pleas, only the demons harkens
Where is my guardian angel
I'm in danger
Where is my knight in shining armor
I can't find a safe harbor
Where is my sweet dear friend
I'm afraid it's close to the end
I'm trying to save myself, it's not working
I'm trying hard, I'm not shirking
I need someone to care, I need a helping hand
Before my hourglass runs out of sand
I'm running out of time
Worthless is this life of mine
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 8:10 PM UTC
Constantly averting controversy,
Hurting from unnerving problems.
Not the worst thing I've unearthed inside,
The birth of mind-disturbing strife attacks my life, so I
Turn the knife and end the plight, cause
That's the kind of fright that strikes the right delight I see in sight.
In darkest night, sin harkens.
Vibrant demons mark their silent dealings with violence.
Screaming stops my lungs, no breathing,
Retreating feelings try to stop the gun from ringing,
But the voice inside my head that's pleading
Remains important and so appeasing.
Like a fiend I resort to that deemed purport,
A pristine contortion of me and distortion,
A means for war, hence demons worsen.
Cursed, I've seen adverse **********
Burned, at least the urn was worth it.
Dreams are but a sea of urges,
Waves of hurt; a ****** circus.
Earth was keen to be so perfect,
But dirt, it seems, reversed its purpose,
Purged of peace by scheming serpents.
Words convene to verse excursions
Terse, obscene, and birth diversion.
Learn to breathe when yearn disperses,
Purely seek to preserve incursion.
When earnest deeds immerse subservience,
Evil creeds are sure to surface,
But thoughts serene will soothe the burdens.
Heaps of greed control these words,
Though, predisposed in certain versions.
Weeds they grow in fields of ferns, and,
No one seems to know the urgence.
Flowing streams bring treacherous currents,
Twists and turns that reap insurgence.
Since discernment keeps deterrents,
Court the beast with immense observance,
Or disease will curse life's brief occurrence.
Treat the deepest ravine of courage
With leniency so peace emerges.
Dreams are but a grieving circus,
That creep beneath your bleeding surface,
Seizing leagues of zealous verbiage,
Leaving hurt to skirt loves purpose, return concernment;
Submerge the cures for feeling worthless.
Mar 31, 2019
Mar 31, 2019 at 2:28 PM UTC
Brown-thrush singing all day long
In the leaves above me,
Take my love this April song,
“Love me, love me, love me!”
When he harkens what you say,
Bid him, lest he miss me,
Leave his work or leave his play,
And kiss me, kiss me, kiss me!
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Our love
stands on stilts
twisting weaving
struggling
to maintain balance
a strong wind
could tip us
a pulsating bass
could trip us.
Eye to eye
but yet
so
high
wobbling.
Trying to find
our footing
if we lean to close
we are bound
to
stumble and fall.
But your breath so sweet
kerosene
beneath my wooden feet
ignites
the fire
too hot to handle.
Have you ever tried
taking off
your clothes
when
eight feet high?
**** the stilts
she cried
and in
mid air embrace
rotating in ****** embrace
the stilts were gone
my legs were gone
circling each other
round and round
We fell
Calling for that
one true sound.
In simultaneous
bliss
a holler
a harkens
Link's Zelda song
a lightening storm
we screamed
for the sound
of our
exquisite joy
and
far too fast
we crashed
to the ground.
Mar 5, 2014
Mar 5, 2014 at 10:09 AM UTC
Dead plains
Open air
My baby, my K,
Smells of lavender petals,
Defined despair.
A known
Vowel howls
Like she does at night.
Turning right she lights
All former antiquities
Prove wrongful due regularity.
A pressing matter topples
Next to the standing tower of rubble.
Grey stubble tumbles
Like hours out of the hands of a clock.
A kaleidoscope of horror
Makes the mind entrenched in narrow.
She tells me the name
Of a former lover of another
That pressed no buttons, rubbing
Everything
The wrong way.
We compare, we see a sea of troubles
Illuminating nothing but the past,
Never meant to be free.
Trees shallow swinging singing
Like scythes across the yard.
Burgundy yarn weaves through my heart,
Cold as you were today,
I got nothing else to say.
Pressing matter, dear dead hatter.
Craziness is a beauty
Only the Cleopatra's of the world
Have to truly suffer.
Cradle me naked, cradle me dreamed',
Ain't no love like the
Broken sick and broken hearted'.
At least the darkness
Harkens thee dead ghosts of
Former lives forgotten.
Grey gravestones smell like
Roses given my former lovers;
Each hour with her is
One that will never be forgotten.
Present pasts pass me in the
Mirror; these shop windows are all colored
Green.
Caretaker saint, apple apricot skate, a
Note for the doctor stating
All is forgiven, all is about.
I remember the dream,
Shallow and filled with steam.
Fine patent leather, stitches and cream.
She pressed her face to mine,
Like silk string woven into seams.
Nothing is the matter.
Nothing passes the time.
Dylan hurls the harpsichord,
Gripping the nails,
Repositioning the boards.
The ice was to thick to climb,
The snow to heavy to see through.
Where you see your life is
What you think you can do.
Books on fire.
Trains of heavy steam.
Life is nothing but
An unforgettable dream.
Apr 6, 2014
Apr 6, 2014 at 6:09 AM UTC
Some are led by tears, both happy and sad,
Some are led by fears, type to drive you mad,
Emotions,
Emoticons,
Pros and cons,
Prose and... mon frère ne m'adore pas,
so follow your heart,
if it is a heart that seeks the Light and Truth and Peace,
life is not easy, but that daily path brings a moments ease,
to breath,
to observe,
to delight
to experience,
if it is a dark heart that seeks Darkness and Distortion and to be Dire
life is not easy, but that daily path harkens disproportionate fire
toward hate,
to ensnare,
to lie,
to leave,
we each only have one heart, paint it what you will, beats the same blood,
flooding arteries and veins, feint or faint, follow your heart and leave mine alone, for my mis-beats I will atone.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Soft and warm
Sealed with care
Sweet and kind
Will ever share
Brave and strong
Yet so fair
That is her
She's always there
Sensitive
to despair
Harkens to
others welfare
Delicate
she's elsewhere
Beautiful
beyond compare
If you meet her
Best Beware
She'll steal your heart
unaware
Her name is ******
This I swear
There's none like her
anywhere
Aug 26, 2012
Aug 26, 2012 at 7:55 PM UTC
I'm fighting hard for a reason to stay
I'm trying hard my demons to slay
But my swords are all broken, turned to rust
I'm afraid I'm all hollow, I'm but a crust
I'm striving to see the light, in this inky thick darkness
But to my screams and pleas, only the demons harkens
Where is my guardian angel
I'm in danger
Where is my knight in shining armor
I can't find a safe harbor
Where is my sweet dear friend
I'm afraid it's close to the end
I'm trying to save myself, it's not working
I'm trying hard, I'm not shirking
I need someone to care, I need a helping hand
Before my hourglass runs out of sand
I'm running out of time
Worthless is this life of mine
Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
Reality forsaken
For a chance at the golden ring
And though it’s only made of brass
A chance to grab it still could bring
Dreams of glory yet remain
Waiting on the shelf
For father time to come along
To turn them into wealth
And so our good friend harkens
And listens for the call
Remembering dreams of glory
Before a mighty fall
And time alone can put aside
The fears of remaining true
Refusing to abjure the dreams
Or asking where or who
Can take a chance again each day
Looking to the goal
For brass or gold it’s still a ring
A circle with a hole
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 5:22 PM UTC
The fizz rises, the fizz falls
pain harkens, fever calls;
along the forehead, and down
shivering arms awaiting the round
fizz rising and falling.
Froth settles on the top,
but the cough, the cough remains;
the fizz, soft now yellow,
not yet, is
bringing any relief.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:58 PM UTC
My little angel, there you lay;
Looking at me with thoughts of play.
I seem to view you in light anew,
It dawns on me…I see my world in you!
The blue of your eyes, deep as they be;
Harkens me back to a tropical sea.
They sparkle and shimmer and look on with love;
They confirm to my senses, you were sent from above!
The tint of your cheeks on each side of your nose;
Looks to me the same hue as a pink blushing rose.
They grow even darker each time that you grin;
I can’t wait for that smile, time and again!
Your laughter, it carries upon the warm breeze;
And it rings out more lovely than fine symphonies.
The noises you make, so dripping with glee;
Spring from your throat with each new thing you see!
Your spirit; uplifting, adventurous, trusting;
Bowls me over completely, more than any wind gusting.
The wondrous way you view the world with delight;
Makes my heart skip a beat, and fly high as a kite!
And so I gaze upon you with my adoring eyes;
Knowing my love has no boundaries in size.
Thank you for making each day bright and new;
And remember forever…I see my world in you!
Jul 22, 2010
Jul 22, 2010 at 7:03 PM UTC
it's pain
missing someone you know
you can never see again
but it's a special kind of torture
to miss the man sitting right
next to me
has he left yet?
an imminent departure that
looms ominously in the future
concrete and yet nebulous in
its heat-wrenching reality
but am i not already gone
departed from this bag of bones
the sack of flesh
that holds your hand
physically next to you but
miles away
lost
in the shadow world of
haze and fog
detached so that you can't
be ripped from my heart
or at least
i won't be able to feel it
like a ghost reaching for the
tenuous solidity of life
you slip right through my fingers
the last drops of water
in the barren wasteland of
famine and drought
sun scorched earth
desert land parched with
cracks running like
fault lines
and i'm waiting for the earthquake
the meteor impact
for a chasm to open up and
devour me
to take away my agency
so i won't have to die
by my own hand
but what else am i to do?
i am a rapidly swirling
hurricane
a typhoon of uncontrollable
emotion and thoughts
chained to the white matter
tethered to my brain
scratching away as a constant
reminder that you're leaving
and i'll once more be
abandoned
alone
nothing
but loneliness is a familiar friend
am i a monster?
or just a machine
trundling towards the
end of the tracks
the derailment of my
tenuous sanity
and i welcome the carnage
the shards of glass and
twisted metal that
harkens back to the
burdening truth inside that
i'm still here and the
pain is unbearable
and i'm broken
like a swallow's shattered wing
i try to fly but
that gelatinous appendage
can't bear me to the sky
so i fall and pass you
on the way down
and i never expected you to catch
me
you didn't
but your face
that blur registering only
as that unmistakeable longing
that soul crushing emotion that
settles in my heart and
clogs the arteries until
its furious beats are choked out
but i welcome death
because i live in those
tenuous moments between
the last heartbeat
and the cessation of neural firings
i'm drowning
i can't keep my head above water
but the burning in my lungs
can't distract me from
that ripping clawing terror
in my chest
and not even death can
erase the gaping
empty
vacuum
you leave in your wake.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 1:46 PM UTC
Eerie when it's three twenty-five
In the mornings of a nevermore
Fiendish powers dwelling inside
Awakened in a feverous implore
Darkness harkens souls to stay
When in an illuminating twilight
Subconscious turns ashen gray
Plants suffering a certain blight
Sleep had long not hypnotized
Nights, they pass in dry spells
No ravens come a tip tapping
Upon my mind's sly betrothal
Yet, the witching hour beckons
My brain has a way of knowing
Night, just half of it is passed
Rest half would be my undoing
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
There's not a ****** thing these hands can do
All there is
Is the next word
The next sentence
The next breath
The next exhale and the next
Inhale
We are bodies doomed to expel
But born
To create something within that
Short
Short
Time
Advancement is not a choice
But an
Obligation
Laziness harkens the ones
That do not
Understand this
Do not see this
Do not hear the ticking time of death
Do not hear the scratch of the scythe
Upon the smooth grey
Concrete
I am lazy too
I have drank my fill of hopelessness
Of sadness
Of temperatures and
Rage
The only thing it does
Is make you see familiar things
With a friendly kind of glaze
And for many days
I have laughed
I have cried
I have seen the hills on the
Other side
And understand now
They are much like the hills
Right
Here
Sep 28, 2011
Sep 28, 2011 at 4:25 AM UTC
Whisper
In the dusk; the fading light
my consciousness floats
free to sleep, to roam, to dream.
Daytime’s resonance, artificial and brash, drifts away.
In its weakening wake,
within the soft quiet of evening, Nature speaks again.
Gently, she hums; she whispers;
shushes the leaves in the trees,
buzzes; at first a quiet drone -
cicada in the night - swelling,
a cacophony builds to crescendo,
to diminish as cools the night.
Nocturnal creatures rouse.
Night flowers with each new awakening.
Every one with their own instrument,
play their part in her Evensong;
deliver unseen complexity to the music.
Night deepens, and the Mother
puts down her baton, purses her lips
and breathes out her scent -
to float for the zephyr to take –
a bearer of her gentled nature
to those who dream within her tune.
The sparkle of the stars
bear cold and quiet witness
to the wonder of Her pristine night,
and the bearer of the keys of life:
This Earth - for which She is guardian.
Mother drifts into my dreams,
leaving me with bittersweet.
She touches my heart in whispers with her message,
and harkens me to carry it forward.
Dawn brings magenta skies.
Before the tinny, manmade sounds
carry me to daytime, I hear Her once more.
Reminding me of the song in my heart.
She bodes me remember where I will find it,
and to listen.
For it can only be found in her Whisper.
-Lin Cava
CC 25-October-2014
Jun 6, 2016
Jun 6, 2016 at 1:16 PM UTC
When Pastors meet and Pastors pray... God leans down from His Throne,
To listen to the words they say... and any wisdom shown...
He harkens to their fervent needs... desires, hopes and dreams,
For without Him, not one succeeds... regardless of extremes...
Not one can boast, save in the Lord, because of all He's done,
That's why the best are overawed... that God spared not His Son...
To think, Christ died for Pastors, too... yet now their flocks direct,
Perhaps they even pray for you... as one of God's elect...
What insights will such Pastors gain? What blessings will God send?
What projects started yet remain... on which God's saints depend?
I only know that God approves of Pastors young and old
And that through such as these God moves... when they're as good as gold!
Denis Martindale April 2018.
May 2, 2018
May 2, 2018 at 8:40 AM UTC
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Making order of a ****** mass, recovered testicles and shards of bone are filtered through trembling hands alongside the unseen vacancy standing silently - waiting blank and patient. A doctor's notes blown about by force, scatter and lift through the air peacefully moved by music and pain. The air is not thick, it is dry and light. You must suffer to get here but no one believes here is a place to be.
Just ask your neighbor or your bosses friends. These ones have gotten lost within the lies that split the darkness from truth to be hung up in a viewing room for loose bottles of beer with friends Sunday afternoon trying to drown the silent tapping of panic. They won't believe you because what you describe harkens to ghosts and legend.
Be very aware.
We are normal, but I guess the stars don't suppose with a consciousness as thin as ours that they are supposed to be anything else but what they seem to be. In my mind is not our universe but it is mine within that which we share simultaneously - some points are marked out by now, then, and who knows when.
I want to be confident within this mystery and walk amidst the rest with a strong sense of myself or at least secure enough to walk strongly fragmented with acceptance.
I invite you all.
Not you though.
The one inside you.
The one without a body.
Remind me that our experience is not limited to these skin and bones.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:43 AM UTC
Soft and warm
sealed with care
sweet and kind
will ever share
brave and strong
yet so fair
it's you
it's always there
sensitive to despair
harkens to other welfare
delicate
it's elsewhere
beautiful
beyond compare
if you meet her
best beware
she'll steal your heart unaware
her name is love
this i swear
there's none like her
anywhere
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:26 PM UTC
Cry out to the Lord for He is good His mercy and love are without end
To the orphans and widows sinners and poor He is a friend
Cry out with joy cry out in pain for every birth and when someone dies
The Lord is merciful He harkens to our cries
Justice and peace shall flourish tears will be wiped away
Turn your face to the sky to the dawning of a new day
For God is great and God is good we are precious in His eyes
The Lord is merciful He harkens to our cries
Hear the pleas of the faithful in a nation that has become lost
Now we have so much power but it came at so great a cost
We look for Your truth in a world that is feeding us lies
The Lord is merciful He harkens to our cries
Some have glimpsed where this road will eventually lead
Sliding down the slope of lust power jealousy and greed
We are crashing headlong speeding to our demise
The Lord is merciful He harkens to our cries
There is nothing we can do to fix this on our own
But all things are possible with you, we are not alone
Things look bleak but there is hope when we realize
The Lord is merciful He harkens to our cries
Send your Holy Fire change our hearts and heal our land
Instill in us a love for you and a desire to obey your command
Today we stand in Faith assured as in one voice we rise
The Lord is merciful He harkens to our cries!
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 8:57 PM UTC