"inder" poems
Ladies, in thier ballgowns wade,
thier masks they have made,
so they wade across the ballroom floor,
for the sign on the,
Big. Brass. Door,
a masquerade, it reads,
A Masquerade.
The men,
ready in blazers and tuxes,
wearing thier masks,
awaiting thier midnight mistress,
thier...sexy seductress.
Then, the man in black and white,
guides his mistress inder the moonlight,
for a dance, perhaps a kiss,
at the stroke of midnight.
At midnight, the clock sounds,
and all you see is the spinning of gown after gown.
Ding. **** Ding. ****
the sound becomes a beat,
ready and awaiting the eager dancers feet.
Ding. **** Ding. ****
the couples dance, but not for long,
for this...
this is the, Last. Song.
Ding. **** Ding. ****
At the end of this song,
the men and women,
reveal themselves, and at long last,
they shed thier masks.
Then the man in black and white,
grasps his ladies hand, and holds it tight,
then he gets down, on his knee,
and her gasp...
brings an end to this story.
Jun 15, 2012
Jun 15, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
R adiantly
A bove
I n
N othing
B ut
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W orlds.
S queezed
O range
F ills
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N iche.
O bsequios
T houghts
H inder
E xtraordinary
R ealms.
C aught
O n
L imits
O f
R eality.
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:40 AM UTC
Maybe i am the tainted dust that settles beneath
that infinite evening sky, and
Perhaps i am the winter ground that lay hard
Between the living and the dead
Could i be the orange sands that stretch
outwards into a vast sea of fire
Is it possible these arms, hands and legs
are all fabrics of immagination
If i, Myself am this mighty tree reaching outside
itself, high above those lofty branches
Am i then in need?
I can not live forever, and i am surely
no God or prophet
The barelys gold fingertips brush inder mine
I am transformed, Transfigured, movement
occurs in realms i am not to concieve
Simple nature leads me from my flesh, it
Carries me adrift in its vaporous arms
I am unobserved above my form
If nature were to set its motions suddenly against me
dropping me back into a skin prison
if i were to offend with empty phrases
and a crazed loose sword lunging forth between teeth
Would she ever take me back under her intangible wing?
Time beyond us and time before us
As though we were ghosts, beginning at an end
And ending at a beginning, we posses elusive forms
Where within oneself life i hidden, waiting
To burst forth into some bright and glorious day
It is of too little significance to a world
A world such as this, that i should die
And soon become less, and soon become more
Dream more? what substance lay between bone walls?
Live less? Being, Thinking and doing is all you really have
Chose life, life for a penny, for a song, life outside hands
Just out of reach
Simply musing
time spent, time worth losing
These are lifes finalized ending distractions
Uncountable introspective golden reflections
And so if my soul be carted away tonight
I end with love, with life and joy
So much as to being with an end.
Jan 10, 2010
Jan 10, 2010 at 1:53 PM UTC
In every RACE-
-Learn to EMBRACE!
Seek VALOR-
- From every FAILURE!!
Make KINDNESS your CHEMISTRY-
-You will create HISTORY!!!
Strengthen your WILL-
-Every step you take will be UP THE HILL!!!!
@inder-
Sep 19, 2020
Sep 19, 2020 at 1:06 PM UTC
A Breath Away...
You may rise -
Beyond the skies
Gather wealth -
Muster stealth
Walk towards perfection-
Run away from rejection
Share a smile-
Look inwards for awhile
Burn with hate-
For someone’s status, color, race or body shape
Enjoy your sleep-
Hike up a mountain peak
Shower love-
Be thankful for the supreme power above
Drown in heart ache-
Swim ashore as you have faith
Wander in a forest of jealousy-
Establish a legacy
Whatever you choose...
Whichever side you sway ...
Just remember - THE END-could be just A BREATH AWAY....
@inder
Sep 21, 2020
Sep 21, 2020 at 3:09 PM UTC