"importuning" poems
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place, and turn away your eyes,
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But, for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope and Spring and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead; and this all mourners know:
Whenever one drifted petal leaves the tree--
Though white of bloom as it had been before
And proudly waitful of fecundity--
One little loveliness can be no more;
And so must Beauty bow her imperfect head
Because a dream has joined the wistful dead!
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It can all be found down on Strutton Ground, or on Victoria Street,where the Angels meet up once a week to seek out worthy causes,
in between and between the pauses of the traffic that rushes past,eyes are cast among the cats eyes that sprawl on roads so lazily and look to see the racing of humanity.
Fleeting are the fleet of foot that shut away ,what, but only if they knew are people just like me and you.
And tanks tread leaden legs and heads no longer full,pull doleful souls to where the Angels stand and lend a hand.
Victoria has many palaces but palisades they'll all become,importuning what light there was and opportunities are light because,
the work has dried up,tied up in the red tape of black crepe soled shoes that use the halls of parliament and only to abuse the lost,the friendless and the night seems never endless for this section of society.
Oct 11, 2013
Oct 11, 2013 at 3:31 AM UTC
—Beneath the same sky,
We all exist.
We all love.
We all pray.
One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart.
I’m a vagrant;
Betwixt two realms:
The Spirit,
The flesh;
Truth is arcane
Undefined variables in
A paradoxical equation:
Aberrant; abstract; anomalous;
Like a stellar black hole
Devouring the light of the stars.
Of Dereliction; desolation;
The Cloister of Trials remains unsolved.
As my fulfilled yearning, proves
Naught but lust;
Disappointment; depravity.
Somewhere, someone
Bears the Key
To this fragmented,
Daydream-dazed,
Sky-gazer's heart.
—Beneath the same sky,
We all exist.
We all love.
We all pray.
One sky, one destiny, one spirit, one heart.
Chaos chastises, schism spurns,
My envenomed psyche is deluged by pain.
A torrent of trepidations, surges through my veins;
Yet, Couer reigns triumphant
Upon my Soul Scape.
Heavenward I gaze, importuning
The Father of Celestial Lights
Perhaps this felled Paladin of Light
Canst gain solace in stillness,
Perhaps he can transcend the soulborne fight.
Yet and still,
Sorrow reigneth supreme,
Burnishes a fervid sting
Upon this Silenc’d Songbird’s
Requiem for a Dream.
He awaits salvation,
A transcendent beckoning
To rise, rise,
Like the diamonded Moon,
Absolving Nox ad Caelum
The Song in his Soul
Is a Paean of Lovelight,
Vanquishing the bedarkening veil
That is the
Shadow of sorrow.
There is no Light apart from Dark;
There is no Aether apart from Nether;
The Astral begets the Umbral.
All things are one.
(O, Chiaroscuro)
When anguish arrives,
Succumb not to the deathly pangs,
Rather, doven the aethers
That the Cosmo-Plexus of Empyreal Love
Aegis thee.
We were conceived
Upon the Hierachy of Sacrality,
Her divine order is
A transcendent bounty
To those holy.
Apropos of Providence,
We burst into bloom
As Children of Freedom
Burgeoning aloft the soil of
The Gracious Gaian Mother.
The soul is a seed, sown in spirit, every struggle,
Every trial, every tribulation, bestows
The Eradia of Yggdrasil
Until we
Effloresce anew.
Fathom the thew in utterances,
Understand the sinew in silence,
Know that ye are precious;
Believe that
Ye art loved.
(Se’ lah)
Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 12:34 PM UTC
Alas Dear Madam
Alas, dear Madam, have I thee wronged
by gesture, savage word, or deed,
thus giving thee cause for sorrow,
importuning your heart to bleed?
Have I, dear Madam, given thee
injury so rank and so low
as to merit your cool design
to suffer me the status quo?
Dear Madam, have I deceived thee
and showered thee with silken lies,
or primed thee with honeyed words
that cloak dark purpose in disguise?
Nay, dear Madam, no wrong to thee
did I meanly perpetrate.
no grievous sin did I commit,
nor cold insult dedicate.
My grossest error, dear Madam,
was to unknowingly explore
the pride sleeping in your *****
and its delicacy ignore.
So, dear Madam, please forgive me
for the numb bruises I thee gave
to that one part of a woman
which no man should ever brave.
Mar 17, 2019
Mar 17, 2019 at 1:14 AM UTC
Then key in the numbers
one by one
tell all your secrets
and
soon
there'll be none.
This is the engine stall,
out
if gas is the
end and I fall.
Thirty two times thirty two
and every second
I drop
I drop closer
and closer
to you.
Hit the ground running.
All is opportunity where
the hustler is
importuning me
one of us is seldom free
to turn a trick or turn
the other cheek
next week marks
another scar,
Life
so far
advanced
but with a backflip
we could have danced
with flowers in our hair.
Yesterday is somewhere
yet somehow can't be found,
at thirty two times thirty two.
I hit the ground
running.
May 2, 2016
May 2, 2016 at 4:05 AM UTC
The blank page lies before me, the hour being late.
As Inspiration is lacking,perspiration takes its place.
My deadline approaches and I have barely writ a line.
My Muse finds this amusing and I find her most unkind
Crumpled ***** of paper mark how I spend my time.
Clearly I am no Durant behind the three point line
All I have accomplished is to waste a pad and ink
Indeed why do I bother; who cares what poets think?
Her hand upon my shoulder, Her lips upon my cheek.
Her eyes are importuning, there is no need to speak.
She lures me from my garret; she takes me to her lair.
Her perfume- intoxicating. she has me in her snare.
I know what you are thinking; that I should be more devout.
Dedicate myself to writing, cut the "monkey business" out.
I am no fan of Lovelace now, nor was I one before
When my Lucasta calls you will not see me off to war.
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 10:45 PM UTC