"hyaline" poems
A nascent society gluttonously feeds
on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons
forged by stolid and archaic eremites.
A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus
of tristful regret,
while pernicious ***** maunder
puerile attacks on munificent
intellectuals who only wish to
augment risible souls and divagate
from vertiginous roads too often traveled.
Such a chimerical respect for tradition
is too rigid to be broken alone.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
A nascent society gluttonously feeds
on the palingenesis of hyaline paragons
forged by stolid and archaic eremites.
A whilom friendship leaks a susurrus
of tristful regret,
while pernicious ***** maunder
puerile attacks on munificent
intellectuals who only wish to
augment risible souls and divagate
from vertiginous roads too often traveled.
Such a chimerical respect for tradition
is too rigid to be broken alone.
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:06 PM UTC
This quiet night is too pure,
And the envious one is about
To sow the seed of jubilation,
Evil has overtaking me,
And my love one is about to
Bleed the tears of contempt,
The struggle is real,
And the jealous one is about to coat
The motion portrait of euphoria,
Why was this price not accepted
Before my first moan?
This breathless peace cannot be the
Place where my heart calls home,
Oh life, spite my weightless star
Over the southern hyaline,
I cannot not believe that my inept
Name is about to ration the little
Palmwine with the prelate ancestors,
How long will my wife’s
Womb continue to yowl?
Fate could not even wait
For my fondness to breathe my sun,
Beat the overt drums of time
And give me a *** of warm water,
For my blank soul has no other
Value except endurance and rejection,
Blow the covert horn of endless time
And let me ride over dawn and dusk’
For my greatest traitor has come
To hint me of my beholder’s score,
My sacred cloud waves are now
Pregnant with dry rain of gold dust,
What have I done to
Wound my own ghost?
I have nothing more
To sacrifice except my morrow,
Alight my irrevocable paean at the
Potent door of my inescapable darkness
And let the Gods take possession and audit
My perfect price of ornate fragrance.
© PRINCE NANA ANIN-AGYEI
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Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 6:13 AM UTC
Driving down an empty street
Full of flashing lights
Blasting country from the speakers
And driving way too slow.
Uncertainty in the mind
As hands steer, misguided,
Diamonds cutting at the corners
As the heart feels crouched inside.
...I have never felt so alone.
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 12:38 AM UTC
I want to debouch in open country, where maidens wear fine dresses, where debarrasing is new and the old is the opposite!
Redisposistioning!!!
I need a renewal, where none are cruel and none shall scorn me..
No false lovers to burn me, but to float on our own cloud nine!
A well of wine....
Hyaline wings to rasp me in molecule air's, where people can care and give and forgive all in one seeming.
An angelic meaning!!!
Our horoscope's to guide our way, as god enchants and breaks the day, as in night time comes strange creatures!!
Iconograph teachers!!!
Candles to burn their wax, poor to live in mansions, and the rich to shacks , yet all are still so equal living as one!!!
Idiomorphic suds!!!
No inurbane gesture's, only our kudos to make preachers, from the divine and sovereign the high one calls us!!
Lakefront musk!!!
The landscape is marvelous in this place with no time, no watches, no keeping of minutes that don't matter, no heart to get shattered...
No abuse, none battered!!!!
Just landlords who grow all things naturally, as striking beasts, in primal form!!!
Enwomb me envoy ive not seen, epatant dream,
For when shall someone show me all I wrote??
False hopes? Or fatalist blur?
May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 6:58 PM UTC
Fluorescence taps the old barked cabin, flummery holds hand's with thickened butter, to be brother's of salted taste. Flummox civilians let plans go to waste, as hydracid's they've slithered to. Who's who? Hyaline force. For thine own porch is ****** in by thy thought's and huzza of goods! For the woods art there to freeith thou, but thine own self cut's them down as human pea-brain no ones!!! For someone is someone thine beast of emptied plaza.....
Hurtless thou couldst be. But thou art stuck in dreams, as reality thou hath made a second hand smoke.....
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 3:49 PM UTC
Idling in a wedding gown,
white on white skin reflecting in its paleness
the filth of what has been
and what is to be.
Slips of fabric tease hard lines of shoulder,
a wispy, hyaline veil cascades in reverence
about honeyed curls
and through the curtain, his lashes flutter
a boyish acquiesce.
Fruit trees sprout on the petticoats of the billabong:
desert figs and passionfruit
and currants thick with black flesh
who peel themselves back
to tumble into his wide-open mouth.
Tulle and silk bunch around his knees
soaking in juices from the feast.
Eyelids lower over two blissed out
messy half-moons,
while drool or puke or juice
drivel down his chin
in uneven, marbled strings.
Jul 23, 2023
Jul 23, 2023 at 11:15 PM UTC
The light grew dimmer
and the darkness encased her.
For so long the darkness had been growing
until now there was the merest glimmer of light up above.
The silence echoed all around
the deafening roar of words unspoken.
Now all that remained were the sound of memories
of laughter and joy long since gone.
Up above flew the figure of a bird
the most majestic bird she had ever seen.
With wings of gold that reflected the sun
and a glorious call that resonated around her.
The brightest of lights shone down
covering her in a veil of gold,
Hyaline wings formed from her shoulders
and feathers shrouded her flesh.
She fluttered her wings
and with an air of grace and beauty
she reached up to the light
and soared up through the air
Over raging seas and lakes as blue as shimmering steel,
through dense forests filled with the songs of their faithful inhabitants.
High above the barren landscape of the desert,
until she landed on the snow-capped peaks of the mountain tops.
And all at once, she knew she was free.
Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 5:26 PM UTC