"labyrinthian" poems - Hello Poetry

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

I'm feline in my approach slender-sleek and silent footsteps like ghosts on stairwells and whispers in your ears. I have nine lives and I've wasted them all stalking you through concrete jungles and labyrinthian words and feelings.

I'm feline in my approach slender-sleek and silent footsteps like ghosts on stairwells and whispers in your ears. I have nine lives and I've wasted them all stalking you through concrete jungles and labyrinthian words and feelings.

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Sep 23, 2012

Sep 23, 2012 at 10:27 PM UTC

charles-barnett

Felis catus

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On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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Aug 26, 2012

Aug 26, 2012 at 8:26 PM UTC

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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Jun 23, 2013

Jun 23, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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Jan 8, 2013

Jan 8, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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Jun 6, 2015

Jun 6, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

. On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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Sep 4, 2016

Sep 4, 2016 at 2:56 PM UTC

. On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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And we're off ... the week has started ... is it every day we're reminded how fucken dense this man is? how utterly, immeasurably ignorant is this solid mass of orange nothingness that's tinged with the green of envy, the dark bile of bigotry, & the ever present yellow of moral cowardice, shaded with coal black labyrinthian hollows & dense thickets of double-speak & blatant lies. Oh this man! This pitiful caricature of every far-too-rich fat cat you laffed at in the Sunday comix, all over-fed yet never satisfied, trophy wife upon his velvet arm, shy & lonely son left to play with imaginary friends in a gilded palace of pillowed luxury & golden gushing faucets of milk & honey & all those fancy trinkets that declare to himself each day, ... "Oh how I've made it!" This bottomless well, this mind of vacancies & negative sub-atoms, pure void of edgeless darkness infinite & oh so very still, this encyclopedia of the vacuum, this mole of the intellect, this dustbin of the present, overflowing with inane tit-bits of elemental irrelevance, this! & the horror is of course that 60 odd million Americans gave this jestered fool the reins of power in the most powerful & consequential nation on this fragile & hurting one & only planet earth.

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May 1, 2017

May 1, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC

martin-bailes

"Why was there a Civil War?"

And we're off ... the week has started ... is it every day we're reminded how fucken dense this man is? how utterly, immeasurably ignorant is this solid mass of orange nothingness that's tinged with the green of envy, the dark bile of bigotry, & the ever present yellow of moral cowardice, shaded with coal black labyrinthian hollows & dense thickets of double-speak & blatant lies. Oh this man! This pitiful caricature of every far-too-rich fat cat you laffed at in the Sunday comix, all over-fed yet never satisfied, trophy wife upon his velvet arm, shy & lonely son left to play with imaginary friends in a gilded palace of pillowed luxury & golden gushing faucets of milk & honey & all those fancy trinkets that declare to himself each day, ... "Oh how I've made it!" This bottomless well, this mind of vacancies & negative sub-atoms, pure void of edgeless darkness infinite & oh so very still, this encyclopedia of the vacuum, this mole of the intellect, this dustbin of the present, overflowing with inane tit-bits of elemental irrelevance, this! & the horror is of course that 60 odd million Americans gave this jestered fool the reins of power in the most powerful & consequential nation on this fragile & hurting one & only planet earth.

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On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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May 20, 2014

May 20, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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Jan 4, 2016

Jan 4, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.

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Nov 16, 2014

Nov 16, 2014 at 1:18 PM UTC

On that western isle, bathed in gold- Drenching sun, my only, giddy love, Weaved a daisy chain and crowned Herself, above the clouds and purple- Violet seas, her grace, topping yellow- Sparkled weeds, to flower, marching In fealty, round her red, reign of crown, Soon, after new mornings impromptu Coronation, misty, bluer, eyes felt slow Distant dread, the subtle, burning fate, The inevitable nights of overthrowing And fade of love's noble, corona light. Were I shaper of dream, I would build A grand labyrinthian castle of granite Stone to contain that day— I would Conjure a moat, impervious to shifting Time, the mute corruption of sorrows Waking.