"hearten" poems
I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears
The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs
Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.
Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,
Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish----
Christ! They are panes of ice,
A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking
Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,
Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo
Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean
In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.
Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses.
With soft rugs----
The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,
Let the mercuric
Atoms that ******* drip
Into the terrible well,
You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.
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One Reaps what he sews
Working hard to be granted the brighter way.
Such ingredients add up
To a better product.
Something created on a brighter day...
.Threads are made of strands
of despair's tears or strands of true love's strands
Sew with the lesser of these two strengths
Your life's fabric rips apart
One must resew the parts
of life's broken cloth
Once sewed with the wrong thread
One must refinish the quilt of life
to mend together one's self
If one doesn't succeed and fails to strengthen a mend
such actions will lead him to a colder day.
Through hard travels, work, and ways in which to obtain the brighter strands
The seamstress inside of you must find the right spool
Though against all odds, to the more evilest of another, you win by making
a true hearten stand.
Against what he stood for. You knocked his energy down.
You earned his golden threads of truth and love.
You go back to your quilt and sew back together the pieces
Warming up the nights as you sleep under a well made
Cover, upon your chilled body, that you earned to
Cover your weakness under and down.
May 16, 2016
May 16, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
Is it, then, regret for buried time
That keenlier in sweet April wakes,
And meets the year, and gives and takes
The colours of the crescent prime?
Not all: the songs, the stirring air,
The life re-orient out of dust,
Cry thro' the sense to hearten trust
In that which made the world so fair.
Not all regret: the face will shine
Upon me, while I muse alone;
And that dear voice, I once have known,
Still speak to me of me and mine:
Yet less of sorrow lives in me
For days of happy commune dead;
Less yearning for the friendship fled,
Than some strong bond which is to be.
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DAGGERS IN HIS EYES
DAGGERS IN HIS EYES
Sun, 08/14/2016 - 02:58 -- Poetic Judy Emery
He given me a gleamed look
as if he had daggers in his eyes
But I wasn't surprised
because he is a malicious man
that come to me with so many lies:
His hate with rottenness in mind
that cast illness upon who cared
he would **** who's love was to bear
he would give them bad dreams
that will always make them scream ,
He will cast so much pains in their mind
that will make tears of streams that will
make a wild storm ;
He will make life so exhausted
and leave you broken hearten ,
He takes advantage of all that stands
he is bold and even getting very old
his old games are deadly ;
he cast daggers out among the sea
blowing down everything he see,
His old malicious ways;
are something you never want to see
while you sleep you will struggle to get away
you will feel breathless and very wounded
but relax it was only a darken dream .
Poetic Judy Emery ©2016
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 3:31 PM UTC
It saved me from being lonely
It saved me from drowning into darkness
It is the one who hearten me only
I am beholden to it at the times of harshness
My art, my saviour
I tried being alone away from the world
I cried myself to sleep in murk being curled
My agony into anger I channelled
Nothing helped
So I took a pen & held it against a paper
As a thought struck to try one last time
And slowly words formed into sentences
And sentence silhouetted into a rhyme
With trembling hands slowly I began
As scintilla of pain pouring down my mind
Onto an empty piece filling it up with rhyme, my art
Engrossing me into it yielding place to peace in my mind
It saved me from being lonely
It saved me from drowning into darkness
It is the one who hearten me only
I am beholden to it at the times of harshness
My art, my saviour
Aug 24, 2016
Aug 24, 2016 at 8:48 AM UTC
Is it, then, regret for buried time
That keenlier in sweet April wakes,
And meets the year, and gives and takes
The colours of the crescent prime?
Not all: the songs, the stirring air,
The life re-orient out of dust,
Cry thro' the sense to hearten trust
In that which made the world so fair.
Not all regret: the face will shine
Upon me, while I muse alone;
And that dear voice, I once have known,
Still speak to me of me and mine:
Yet less of sorrow lives in me
For days of happy commune dead;
Less yearning for the friendship fled,
Than some strong bond which is to be.
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milbrightlions of December —
you come announced in multiplicity.
even the night-herald blooms through
the beams of astounded simulations.
buoyantly uttering a word
of light, stilling itself in the sky,
unasked for.
surmounting the Narra and the mangrove,
sieged to a halt in its exactitude
like the uncomplicated machination
of what makes fire simmer in a wick.
all of its brazenness hearten
in easily toppled altitudes — even our
battlements scar our unexplained
liminality we grieve at first glance.
airless are the spaces we lean on,
testing their capacities. shrills bloom
clearer. our mouths plump and glazed.
our flesh hurtle all incarnadine, all true
unlike the twining of roads lit like
faces in the marketplace —
a dynasty of brokenness.
Dec 3, 2015
Dec 3, 2015 at 6:17 AM UTC
All that you hold valuable may be gone
Your job, your spouse,
Your children, your home —
Everything you truly loved
They may all left you in silence.
When you need an encouraging word,
When you desire some level of human assurance,
People you thought you could count on
They may be the first to loosen the grip
Withholding the very thing you need
To help turn your situation around.
Then, never find yourself in this predicament.
Remember this:
Evil tests us
And puts the most pressure on us.
Why? Because He steals, kills, and destroys
Yes, you may found yourself unworthy
But you are one of the most worthy souls –
‘Coz Jesus has died foryou!
Experience the great fires of adversity,
Embrace every grind,
For God is using you
To exalt His Name.
Sometimes,
There will be no one to encourage you
It was simply between you and God;
How will you handle the situation?
What’ll be your response?
Will you trust yourself and doubt God?
Will you doubt yourself and hold on to God?
Or will you lose the two?
Why doubt?
If God is for us,
Then who can be against us?
If it’s the will of God,
It will surely happen.
Ask yourself:
What fear do you have?
What pressures you?
To whom d’you really doubt?
Is it yourself?
Or is it the Lord?
Remember how God has transformed you,
How He washed and purified the sins in you
How He lifts you up when the world hated you
How he comforted you
How He satisfies you.
Take it upon yourself
To independently lift your own spirit
Yes, you are going to have to encourage yourself.
Focus upon and have trust in God’s Word
Find out what God has to say in His Word
If God said it, that settles it.
You can count on Him
To do all that He has said.
Do all that you can do.
Make a commitment to the application of His Word
With the truth of God’s love for you,
Again, hearten yourself.
(2/19/13 @xirlleelang)
May 27, 2014
May 27, 2014 at 10:33 PM UTC
O
You
Queen of Carthage!
Kiss me dearly
Through the violent storms
Mediterranean warrants
And be over me a watch
Like a lion and her cubs from the Atlas
O
You
Treasures of Masaesyli!
Bid me whole a glamour
Like colourful radiant orchids
Baked to bask
In the light sunset sheds
And price me golden amongst there is
O
You
Sweet olives Massyli begets
Feed me reverence the drops you hold
And lay me affectionate a sack
In the mild winters
With my soul a serene-calm
O
You Tripolitania!
Posit me shields
And hearten me as not afraid
The swords squatters lift
To jealously pierce the beautys I own
O
You
Tender night breeze of Cyrenica!
Solace my melting lips
When the dessert roars
And gentle my hand with seven kisses each
O
You
The pleasing of the heavens!
Idolize me like the Maghreb
Make Me Idol
©Historian E.Lexano
Oct 11, 2015
Oct 11, 2015 at 5:36 AM UTC
Walking through your minds eye
your strokes are a mighty flush
holding our hearten thoughts
to blend with yours
as we go by....
Vincent, your mighty brain
sees the world as no one can
brilliance was the day
you decided
to paint....
Your strokes glamour the poor
the trees and leaves devour once more
walking through time makes one see, how mighty
may your system thus carry on and be, in your task at hand
that we may understand, walking through your paintings once
in your mind's eye..sealed shut in a great life changed our lives forever...
Drawing your curtain for all to see
your love of stillness returned
hushed as the forest
as a strange cry
as we walk
willingly
Vincent.....
Paint from the grave side
paint from the moors
hold our hearts
so lovingly
Vincent
Van
Gogh....
Debbie Brooks 2014
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC
Shredded gold and silver flakes
it’s all been sold, from land to lakes.
I’m running up quite a bill
stationed up on my window ceil,
bargaining with Bungalow Bill
asking for a discounted thrill.
Vacant roads and silent trees
these heavy loads buckling my knees.
I couldn’t walk one more pace,
not known to finish a race,
I’ll forfeit before taking last place
then blame my undone shoe lace.
Within a half awake state,
I scribbled explanations too late,
they weren’t worthy or close to justified.
I’m just a chaser to bait,
too far behind at this rate,
but I’m sworn to the end so I abide.
A Prism view or black and white,
soft morning dew, or a starry night.
Which one should I prefer,
if they both blend and blur,
I sought the opinion from her
but accepted the first to occur.
I’m under the tree, the one from our seed,
taught me to see but not to read,
so I decipher each calligraphic,
with details too specific,
undesired outcome so prolific
my mind allows me to trick it.
There was more life in the tears
that stood back waiting for years,
only to greet their moment on the floor.
Falling down while nobody steers,
halting the joints and the gears,
and I will cover the space under the door.
We will equally share this burden,
lights off and close the curtain,
I’ll hide my breaths within the thunder.
Hastily halt then proceed to hearten,
and though I’m still very uncertain,
I’ll let doubt pull and drag me under.
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 4:30 AM UTC
LOVE IS THE KEY
Let us dance in the cold wind.
Let us speak the words of knowledge,
Let true love be the key to everything
and death our resting place;
Let all roses of the garden splinter
through the life of the broken hearten,
let the sea rip away darken dreams
let the slave mourn for the free
let all kneel on the holy grounds
where the ancient slaves rest their heads,
love is the seed to all who bleeds
that love thee;
but to those that sold their souls
let the cry to the darken moon,
where roses once bloomed
but now rose dust to all who is curs
go to your hollowed sea,
envy and hate is a nasty disease
that will sink the ship of all in greed,
all you will ever receive is the pain
that seems to never go away,
your soul will bleed
your mind will go crazy
your heart heavy
your eyes will always tear
because your lost holding so much fear,
slaves of darkness will clutch their teeth
they will always bleed,
busted up lips that never been kissed
wounds that never heal
love will never be but a darken dream,
a place where you will crave the beauty of the sun
but they grey will be all you see,
But if you are ready for change,
True love is the key that will set you free.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:24 AM UTC
Devoted digger
Busy bee
With calloused fingers,
And roughened knees
Elbow grease
With sun and showers
All for peace
By fragile flowers
The work is hard
But assures to hearten
In the back yard’s
Magic garden
Mar 13, 2014
Mar 13, 2014 at 9:24 PM UTC
DAGGERS IN HIS EYES
He given me a gleamed look
as if he had daggers in his eyes
But I wasn't surprised
because he is a malicious man
that come to me with so many lies:
His hate with rottenness in mind
that cast illness upon who cared
he would **** who's love was to bear
he would give them bad dreams
that will always make them scream ,
He will cast so much pains in their mind
that will make tears of streams that will
make a wild storm ;
He will make life so exhausted
and leave you broken hearten ,
He takes advantage of all that stands
he is bold and even getting very old
his old games are deadly ;
he cast daggers out among the sea
blowing down everything he see,
His old malicious ways;
are something you never want to see
while you sleep you will struggle to get away
you will feel breathless and very wounded
but relax it was only a darken dream .
Poetic Judy Emery © 2016
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 3:02 PM UTC
Alex.
Such a common name, yet you are far from a 'common' person to me.
you're everything good one can possess crumbled into one beautiful exterior.
you are the very peak of mount everest
something so many people try to reach, but always fail because it's too hard
one day though, the strong person will reach the top
and you'll find your perfect match
you are strong, beautiful, warm-hearten, and so god **** cuddly
i'm honored to be in your presence
i love you
i really love you
i'm so happy to know you, really
well yeah, i can't end this but
i love you
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 7:24 PM UTC
SECRETE LOVE
Oh, never reveal who it is you love,
Love is a secrete between two,
Love is something untold,
Love isn’t to be sold,
Oh, gentle winds that touched the skin
You hold love of all time,
Your touch is smooth
Yet, it is cool and silently invisible,
Love is the music to my ears,
Only I can hear,
Love kissed me on my lips,
Love whispered his heart to me,
Trembling bodies upon the sand
A place where we once danced,
We made romance in lover’s memories,
Cold, sea blown winds,
Casting its spells again,
In ghastly fears, we go
To a place of the unknown
Where lies are always being told.
Oh, how love departed,
Left me broken hearten,
Soon after the fall, I traveled on.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:19 PM UTC
My heart
is cracking
shut your mouth
listen to me
no words to be
said
your heart is
falling to the
ground
boom snap
it shatters
hoping
to make
hope to
have a brighter
and better future
listen to me no
words to
be said
thank god
for giving you
what you
Have
Jan 15, 2013
Jan 15, 2013 at 5:48 PM UTC
My love, my words tonight are weak yet ablaze
My emotions are trapped and lost in a maze
But my heart beats recalling yours, and I am fainting under your grace
This space between your tender arms is by far my favorite place
Do you know how your kisses are fresh and new-born roses?
Touched by the drizzle in a February dawn
Do you know how your voice sounds as though a lyre rises
Do you know how your hair is sparkling to reflect a lovely fawn?
My love, I have sunk my soul in the swell of your sight
And your hands wrapped tightly around my waist is such a delight
That cuddled so close to you, this poetry becomes breathtaking
And my heart releases for you this passionate flow, gushing.
Angel, over the hills and far away I wish you could return to me
Allow me to hearten and heal you with my melody
Oh, on your stars are engraved this memory of us, fascinating canopy
My love, each time I am staring at the obsidian sky you are shining endlessly ...
June 2012
Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 4:52 AM UTC
Even the biggest hearten can be hallow on the inside.
But I don't even have a heart.
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 11:26 PM UTC
SECRETE LOVE
Oh, never reveal who it is you love,
Love is a secrete between two,
Love is something untold,
Love isn’t to be sold,
Oh, gentle winds that touched the skin
You hold love of all time,
Your touch is smooth
Yet, it is cool and silently invisible,
Love is the music to my ears,
Only I can hear,
Love kissed me on my lips,
Love whispered his heart to me,
Trembling bodies upon the sand
A place where we once danced,
We made romance in lover’s memories,
Cold, sea blown winds,
Casting its spells again,
In ghastly fears, we go
To a place of the unknown
Where lies are always being told.
Oh, how love departed,
Left me broken hearten,
Soon after the fall, I traveled on.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
...for in Thee do I trust--"
(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCXLV)
Ah, dismal hours in black and white! the pale
Eye of this languid dawn admits fr'intents
Ne colour on that scale, the cold from hence
Mair bitter cuz which note cries in betrayl?
The blacktop scraped in shovling to avail
Our passage looks the colder with a sense
We feel within our bones, to want from thence
Morn's *** of tea to hearten souls like's bail.
And yet we have Thy Scriptures, LORD. This tour
Of snowy vistas to remind anew
That our souls shall be "white as snow--" more pure
Than my heart's yearnings as I think now too
Of three years ere when Mum's death was as twere
Made all the more stark by this icy view.
14Jan19a
Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 9:27 PM UTC
In the darkness of winter
find the light
inside your soul
offer it to those you meet
In the coldness of winter
find the warmth
in your heart
offer it to those you meet
for when you give
your light
and
warmth
you receive them
back
like a flame's
reflection on the window
In the bleakness of winter
find time
for yourself
for introspection
for rest
for renewal
a time
for inactivity
to see
the quietude
of nature
draw that calm
into yourself
Find joy
in simple things
a cup of tea
a crisp **** apple
warm wool socks
Curl up
by a cozy fire
to read
to plan
to dream
Take with you
a seed catalog
to hearten
a craft book
to inspire
a book of poetry
to find tranquility
When you've rested
Let your mind
create a space
of fertile ground
to later sow
Let your mind's hands
dip into the loam
smell its mellow
richness
Close your eyes
Let your mind
grow
whatever it is
you wish to cultivate
see its bright green
shoots
let them fill
your mind
with
freshness
Rejoice
in the anticipation
of spring!
Apr 23, 2018
Apr 23, 2018 at 11:16 AM UTC
LOVE IS THE KEY
Let us dance in the cold wind.
Let us speak the words of knowledge,
Let true love be the key to everything
and death our resting place;
Let all roses of the garden splinter
through the life of the broken hearten,
let the sea rip away darken dreams
let the slave mourn for the free
let all kneel on the holy grounds
where the ancient slaves rest their heads,
love is the seed to all who bleeds
that love thee;
but to those that sold their souls
let the cry to the darken moon,
where roses once bloomed
but now rose dust to all who is curs
go to your hollowed sea,
envy and hate is a nasty disease
that will sink the ship of all in greed,
all you will ever receive is the pain
that seems to never go away,
your soul will bleed
your mind will go crazy
your heart heavy
your eyes will always tear
because your lost holding so much fear,
slaves of darkness will clutch their teeth
they will always bleed,
busted up lips that never been kissed
wounds that never heal
love will never be but a darken dream,
a place where you will crave the beauty of the sun
but they grey will be all you see,
But if you are ready for change,
True love is the key that will set you free.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
Mar 21, 2017
Mar 21, 2017 at 1:38 AM UTC
AUTUMN SKY
Sun, 07/24/2016 - 12:57 -- Poetic Judy Emery
I found an over hearten desert
deep in my thoughts ;
that made its way down to my heart,
But when I look deeper into my heart
I found a hunger
a howling that was crying loudly
deep within me ;
while I looked around out side
just to see the sheet of the autumn sky
I felt my own loneliness
weeping for the one I miss ,
as the teas of fall broken down in my heart
as the years moved along like an old sad song ,
across the way is a beautiful garden
where my true love lays
Oh, how my sadden heart craved
the years of yesterday's .
Poetic Judy Emery (c)
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC