"ligh" poems - Hello Poetry

five years ago, June 2018, I, poet Sir Humbug, wrote:that the job of the artist was to be luminous and dangerous <> *the job of the artist is to be luminous and dangerous luminous to others by being dangerous to themselves when the words are ripped from the chest, atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes, starburst fireworks, luminous and dangerous, luminating the shared night, laminating your truths, in poems disguised and so the job, our work, begins* <> five years on, somethings have changed, indeed, the dangers of being luminous, clarifying and exposing, the requisite badge of courage, need-be more desperately earned the work is more risky, as the rules of now are none, and the risk of good taste, thoughtful caring, exposing you innards outwardly, so easy to demean and sadly that titillates the iliterati like a fire-working fireflies flashing, their in-concert of ligh attracts the oohs and aahs but too, the restless for glory, opinionated blowhard, whose critical boundaries of ill will are boundless yet, write on, right on to be where courage be the sticking point! your verbs must be pointy, your direction true, adjectives of modest innovation, craft harder, then harder again, for the work must be honest in a manner most delicate now is the time of subtlety - if one must bang pots to be heard, that you to are but a noisemaker, a loser, an addition to those lost in the din quiet passion, thoughtful insight to inside, to the tender parts, will rule the day and the blow smokers will rue the day, as their pretenses chafe and flail wayside, and your words, be like sightings of new lands where you take us utterly beholden, willing explorers to places most wonderfully luminous and dangerous!

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Jul 10, 2023

Jul 10, 2023 at 11:25 PM UTC

sir-humbug

5 years later, the artist returns to his first job: being luminous and dangerous

five years ago, June 2018, I, poet Sir Humbug, wrote:that the job of the artist was to be luminous and dangerous <> *the job of the artist is to be luminous and dangerous luminous to others by being dangerous to themselves when the words are ripped from the chest, atmosphere disbursed by the body’s projectile messes, starburst fireworks, luminous and dangerous, luminating the shared night, laminating your truths, in poems disguised and so the job, our work, begins* <> five years on, somethings have changed, indeed, the dangers of being luminous, clarifying and exposing, the requisite badge of courage, need-be more desperately earned the work is more risky, as the rules of now are none, and the risk of good taste, thoughtful caring, exposing you innards outwardly, so easy to demean and sadly that titillates the iliterati like a fire-working fireflies flashing, their in-concert of ligh attracts the oohs and aahs but too, the restless for glory, opinionated blowhard, whose critical boundaries of ill will are boundless yet, write on, right on to be where courage be the sticking point! your verbs must be pointy, your direction true, adjectives of modest innovation, craft harder, then harder again, for the work must be honest in a manner most delicate now is the time of subtlety - if one must bang pots to be heard, that you to are but a noisemaker, a loser, an addition to those lost in the din quiet passion, thoughtful insight to inside, to the tender parts, will rule the day and the blow smokers will rue the day, as their pretenses chafe and flail wayside, and your words, be like sightings of new lands where you take us utterly beholden, willing explorers to places most wonderfully luminous and dangerous!

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There is a trail in Pennsylvania that is barely tamed That winds on down the mountainside and fractures into veins. It lashes through the trees and wood, like man-made ligh-ten-ning And offers streams of water tasting pleasantly of spring. This way is framed with micro-caves and fissures in the stone Where sweetest water rivulets feed moss that's overgrown Haphazard wooden walkways dot the snake-like trodden path Their clumsy steps all akimbo; they bridge the wild gaps. And even further down the trail, dodging brown tree roots That point like gnarled fingertips and target untied boots Below, like uncut diamonds lodged into the mountainside Gushing waterfalls sing aloud, in ranges far and wide. Their surging torrents babble in a distinguished harmonies The wordless wind responds by rustling through the countless trees. There, at last around the bend, before the lumbered river A bench there sits within the shade where coolness draws a shiver The wood is at the mercy of the lichen and the rain That rush to bring that broken boards back to the earth again. And there, amidst the other foolish carvings in the wood Scrawled with hopeful youthful hands that did the best they could The chips and angles buried in reveal what once was true This is the final place where I will always love you , too.

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Jul 30, 2015

Jul 30, 2015 at 12:52 PM UTC

sarah-spang

At the End of the Trail.

There is a trail in Pennsylvania that is barely tamed That winds on down the mountainside and fractures into veins. It lashes through the trees and wood, like man-made ligh-ten-ning And offers streams of water tasting pleasantly of spring. This way is framed with micro-caves and fissures in the stone Where sweetest water rivulets feed moss that's overgrown Haphazard wooden walkways dot the snake-like trodden path Their clumsy steps all akimbo; they bridge the wild gaps. And even further down the trail, dodging brown tree roots That point like gnarled fingertips and target untied boots Below, like uncut diamonds lodged into the mountainside Gushing waterfalls sing aloud, in ranges far and wide. Their surging torrents babble in a distinguished harmonies The wordless wind responds by rustling through the countless trees. There, at last around the bend, before the lumbered river A bench there sits within the shade where coolness draws a shiver The wood is at the mercy of the lichen and the rain That rush to bring that broken boards back to the earth again. And there, amidst the other foolish carvings in the wood Scrawled with hopeful youthful hands that did the best they could The chips and angles buried in reveal what once was true This is the final place where I will always love you , too.

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Life is a delusion of meaning, We seek direction without seeing. Death is deceived as the end, For none accept it is meant. The people will forever live a lie, We're not meant to live, but die. Infinite possibilities of history, But one day it won't be me. Ineffable beauty we all desire, Nefarious cruelty we all will acquire. The only greatness we will find, Is that destiny is very unkind. Cupid is ****** and love's a lie, Another arrow, and I will die. Let me feel love again, To leave this world in pain. I'm not a poet anymore, But maybe I never were. The words here, I have said, Are the memories I have bled. Heal me, but never take my scars, Feel me, for I'll be amongst the stars. For death is darkness right? In space, there is no ligh. Forever, I'll float into the abyss, And maybe find something to miss.

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Jul 17, 2020

Jul 17, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC

Deamo

Irrelevance

Life is a delusion of meaning, We seek direction without seeing. Death is deceived as the end, For none accept it is meant. The people will forever live a lie, We're not meant to live, but die. Infinite possibilities of history, But one day it won't be me. Ineffable beauty we all desire, Nefarious cruelty we all will acquire. The only greatness we will find, Is that destiny is very unkind. Cupid is ****** and love's a lie, Another arrow, and I will die. Let me feel love again, To leave this world in pain. I'm not a poet anymore, But maybe I never were. The words here, I have said, Are the memories I have bled. Heal me, but never take my scars, Feel me, for I'll be amongst the stars. For death is darkness right? In space, there is no ligh. Forever, I'll float into the abyss, And maybe find something to miss.

26

there's usually a sense of "hey this is what i do, this is what has happened to me, because of me, in spite of me", etc. for most for me, comfort zone can be a major issue. So, i'm new here...or sometimes it's, "yes, i am". struggle can be keeping it together other times it's getting it out. most of the time it's making it up as i go along. other times it's repeating what i've previously made up. not in a nonfactual or lying sense, necessarily. not in a laying sense, necessarily. duality divides me though it's more of a choice, i suppose. sometimes cynic, other times scenic. mostly both. So, i'm new here...about 2 hrs. or 31 years. or for an immeasurable blink of thought...i'm new here in the speed of ligh-deas. there was 9 of us growing, 11 with my parents. now their is 8 of us still growing at the same individual rate and 1, i believe, expanding beyond what i am currently able to connect to. i miss it all, including the possibility of never knowing in the end. my parents still growing. the seeds of my own, blooming like rain drops turned snow ***** aimed at the desert floor. crashing with laughter, imposing their spirit and sky-packed piercing frost to the desolate detail that awaits the on-coming wave of a background made of mushroom clouds. so, since i'm new here i can be blatant in, yes IN, the surface and a bit more cryptic in the subtext. it helps to **** out the weeds...at times me being the **** like a self-aware filing cabinet, collecting dust, holding on to perceived archaic attractions like faded paper, record players and the sound of giant stones sliding across one another. the option of a lock. the reality of a handle. is there ever such a thing as "rambling"? who defines compromise? is peace and non-violence the only thing worth dieing for? do we only act when given the promise of reward? blah blah blah. i genuinely ask these ?s but it's hard to stay unpretentious when you're talking about yourself so much...but hey, i'm new here and i'm trying my damndest to not give a **** however i am writing this to share. perspective. take it...leave it...put it in to...pull it out of. awaken. sleep. and awaken. so please and thank you. and welcome.

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Jun 17, 2010

Jun 17, 2010 at 1:18 PM UTC

danny-r-lopez

So, I'm New Here...

there's usually a sense of "hey this is what i do, this is what has happened to me, because of me, in spite of me", etc. for most for me, comfort zone can be a major issue. So, i'm new here...or sometimes it's, "yes, i am". struggle can be keeping it together other times it's getting it out. most of the time it's making it up as i go along. other times it's repeating what i've previously made up. not in a nonfactual or lying sense, necessarily. not in a laying sense, necessarily. duality divides me though it's more of a choice, i suppose. sometimes cynic, other times scenic. mostly both. So, i'm new here...about 2 hrs. or 31 years. or for an immeasurable blink of thought...i'm new here in the speed of ligh-deas. there was 9 of us growing, 11 with my parents. now their is 8 of us still growing at the same individual rate and 1, i believe, expanding beyond what i am currently able to connect to. i miss it all, including the possibility of never knowing in the end. my parents still growing. the seeds of my own, blooming like rain drops turned snow ***** aimed at the desert floor. crashing with laughter, imposing their spirit and sky-packed piercing frost to the desolate detail that awaits the on-coming wave of a background made of mushroom clouds. so, since i'm new here i can be blatant in, yes IN, the surface and a bit more cryptic in the subtext. it helps to **** out the weeds...at times me being the **** like a self-aware filing cabinet, collecting dust, holding on to perceived archaic attractions like faded paper, record players and the sound of giant stones sliding across one another. the option of a lock. the reality of a handle. is there ever such a thing as "rambling"? who defines compromise? is peace and non-violence the only thing worth dieing for? do we only act when given the promise of reward? blah blah blah. i genuinely ask these ?s but it's hard to stay unpretentious when you're talking about yourself so much...but hey, i'm new here and i'm trying my damndest to not give a **** however i am writing this to share. perspective. take it...leave it...put it in to...pull it out of. awaken. sleep. and awaken. so please and thank you. and welcome.

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My body has fallen, But my soul will live long My spirit is flying, To places unknown The memories of my life, Are left beside my bones Dont follow me, Im on my own I will fly forever all alone. I have no name, Or even a form I have no face, Or even a place I walk alone on the path I make I'm rider of storms, I'm the lighting that strikes and destroy That burns everything it touch I'm the rain that falls from your eyes When clouds aren't white I'm the wind that blows, And caresses your soul It might be late at night, But I'm the moon that gives you light I'm the fire that keeps you warm I'm the water that gives you life I'm the demon that drags you down The one that follows you day and night I'm your biggest fear I'm the thunder that roars I'm the wolf that howl's I'm your shadow, That follow's you around That make you feel scared, Even if there's light I will have my revenge, I'll explode in anger and hate Fear my words, Their are not in vain I swear by God I will be back again I'll rise from the grave, To take your soul You don't deserve this life, This life you stole I'll summon an army, An army from hell You're not going to heaven, That's not your place I have your seat next to mine, So we can both together see the light While it disappears as we enter the dark I might be dead, But I still can hate I feel the anger flowing through my veins When you smile, I bleed When you kiss, I die When you love, I hate You took my life and with it you stayed I'll whisper at night, The words you deserve The Earth will tremble, When my wrath has its place Don't try to fix the problems you've made It's too late Don't try to stop me it cannot be done My fury and anger are stronger than yours You're the responsible of my pain And for that you will pay The time is running out, And so is your life Beware of the day when there's no more ligh

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Feb 19, 2011

Feb 19, 2011 at 8:45 AM UTC

gustavo-cruz

When Darkness Falls

My body has fallen, But my soul will live long My spirit is flying, To places unknown The memories of my life, Are left beside my bones Dont follow me, Im on my own I will fly forever all alone. I have no name, Or even a form I have no face, Or even a place I walk alone on the path I make I'm rider of storms, I'm the lighting that strikes and destroy That burns everything it touch I'm the rain that falls from your eyes When clouds aren't white I'm the wind that blows, And caresses your soul It might be late at night, But I'm the moon that gives you light I'm the fire that keeps you warm I'm the water that gives you life I'm the demon that drags you down The one that follows you day and night I'm your biggest fear I'm the thunder that roars I'm the wolf that howl's I'm your shadow, That follow's you around That make you feel scared, Even if there's light I will have my revenge, I'll explode in anger and hate Fear my words, Their are not in vain I swear by God I will be back again I'll rise from the grave, To take your soul You don't deserve this life, This life you stole I'll summon an army, An army from hell You're not going to heaven, That's not your place I have your seat next to mine, So we can both together see the light While it disappears as we enter the dark I might be dead, But I still can hate I feel the anger flowing through my veins When you smile, I bleed When you kiss, I die When you love, I hate You took my life and with it you stayed I'll whisper at night, The words you deserve The Earth will tremble, When my wrath has its place Don't try to fix the problems you've made It's too late Don't try to stop me it cannot be done My fury and anger are stronger than yours You're the responsible of my pain And for that you will pay The time is running out, And so is your life Beware of the day when there's no more ligh

47

I consider myself a pyromaniac by design. **** me softly with your absence --- *you ar e dead to me* as in you are gone, but you continue to haunt my loneliness with your i nflicted trauma. and all I want to do is make you understand that *you are an evil disc of make-believe in make-up - - - you are not m y sun - - - you are a cheap fluorescent ligh tbulb hanging by a dusty chain and it's been e asy finding a replacement with every step outsi de - - - even the most overcast days are brighter than you.*

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Oct 27, 2013

Oct 27, 2013 at 2:50 AM UTC

softcomponent

bbbright

I consider myself a pyromaniac by design. **** me softly with your absence --- *you ar e dead to me* as in you are gone, but you continue to haunt my loneliness with your i nflicted trauma. and all I want to do is make you understand that *you are an evil disc of make-believe in make-up - - - you are not m y sun - - - you are a cheap fluorescent ligh tbulb hanging by a dusty chain and it's been e asy finding a replacement with every step outsi de - - - even the most overcast days are brighter than you.*

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I was eight years old when i met you , my best friend you were wearing a dorky dress your mother picked out , your hair was much longer that it is now you have an enticing smile that would make anyones day eyes that glimmer in any level of ligh t we would spend hourse speaking of dreams of what we wanted when we grew up from that moment i knew i would never want to be without you but i couldnt tell you that out of fear of pushing you away why cant i love you? as we got older your beauty grew bolder and my feelings got stronger the one thing that didnt change was the amount of time we spent together i loved those rainy days we'd stay in and watch movies the way you would rest your head on my shoulder or hearing your adorable laugh at the random scenes i loved the summer days where we'd go to the lake the way the sun would make your skin glow or how your eyes reflected the deep beauty of the water I love you why cant i love you? with these feelings rising threatening to burst out i just had to tell you but there was something you had to say first you told me you met someone i was forced to slowly watch as your hands clenched then have to listen to every detail of how your lips first met all i could think was how your hands belonged in mine why cant i love you? after months of torture , i remember holding you as you cried apparently being with only you wasnt good enough for him im sorry i couldnt protect you but just know that for every tear that fell , so did a piece of my heart and that in my arms , no one will hurt you i cant remember what i said but i got you to smile this was it , i leaned in to kiss you , but you stopped me , saying you could stand to lose me too why cant i love you? dont you see you would never lose me because i would never let go of you from the moment i fell into those accepting blue eyes i knew you were mine you may think youre an emotional wreck but i can carry you like a bird with a broke wing stuck on the ground let me mend you , so we can soar let me be the one who shows you true happiness let me hold your hand let me help you let me inside your walls let me love you

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Jul 26, 2014

Jul 26, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC

matamata12

Why cant i love you

I was eight years old when i met you , my best friend you were wearing a dorky dress your mother picked out , your hair was much longer that it is now you have an enticing smile that would make anyones day eyes that glimmer in any level of ligh t we would spend hourse speaking of dreams of what we wanted when we grew up from that moment i knew i would never want to be without you but i couldnt tell you that out of fear of pushing you away why cant i love you? as we got older your beauty grew bolder and my feelings got stronger the one thing that didnt change was the amount of time we spent together i loved those rainy days we'd stay in and watch movies the way you would rest your head on my shoulder or hearing your adorable laugh at the random scenes i loved the summer days where we'd go to the lake the way the sun would make your skin glow or how your eyes reflected the deep beauty of the water I love you why cant i love you? with these feelings rising threatening to burst out i just had to tell you but there was something you had to say first you told me you met someone i was forced to slowly watch as your hands clenched then have to listen to every detail of how your lips first met all i could think was how your hands belonged in mine why cant i love you? after months of torture , i remember holding you as you cried apparently being with only you wasnt good enough for him im sorry i couldnt protect you but just know that for every tear that fell , so did a piece of my heart and that in my arms , no one will hurt you i cant remember what i said but i got you to smile this was it , i leaned in to kiss you , but you stopped me , saying you could stand to lose me too why cant i love you? dont you see you would never lose me because i would never let go of you from the moment i fell into those accepting blue eyes i knew you were mine you may think youre an emotional wreck but i can carry you like a bird with a broke wing stuck on the ground let me mend you , so we can soar let me be the one who shows you true happiness let me hold your hand let me help you let me inside your walls let me love you

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Everything feels in slow motion Like poison, running through my vains Going nowhere but my brain. The day is slowly coming I wanna talk to you but you wouldn't understand. Just take me back to the first day When we were lovers and nothing else. Speaking the truth in love We fought it, made it right, Walking down the hallway there's a light That tells us everything's gonna be alright. Stay by my side 'Till the morning ligh comes out again Hold my hand And everything will be alright.

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Mar 11, 2013

Mar 11, 2013 at 6:05 PM UTC

alejandro-gutierrez

It makes me wanna cry

Everything feels in slow motion Like poison, running through my vains Going nowhere but my brain. The day is slowly coming I wanna talk to you but you wouldn't understand. Just take me back to the first day When we were lovers and nothing else. Speaking the truth in love We fought it, made it right, Walking down the hallway there's a light That tells us everything's gonna be alright. Stay by my side 'Till the morning ligh comes out again Hold my hand And everything will be alright.

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You're not sure but she makes you think She can't see you but from afar it’s a bit puzzling When you haven't the chance and you almost believe She'd rather be invisible for the sake of mystery She'll draw you close with a glance, you don't yet sense Her flighty fence at your approach she'll draw the gate Time and time again until you begin to think There's not much there behind her thoughtless wait She'll show you everything from across the room But her face is unpainted color in the nearness of ligh When you finally turn, you'll finally learn, to look away The smile you'll miss, the flicker of mischief in her eye Is her greatest secret, the one that will pull in another And all too soon he'll begin to think he's just as far

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Oct 2, 2012

Oct 2, 2012 at 8:28 PM UTC

liz-anne

Far From Grace

You're not sure but she makes you think She can't see you but from afar it’s a bit puzzling When you haven't the chance and you almost believe She'd rather be invisible for the sake of mystery She'll draw you close with a glance, you don't yet sense Her flighty fence at your approach she'll draw the gate Time and time again until you begin to think There's not much there behind her thoughtless wait She'll show you everything from across the room But her face is unpainted color in the nearness of ligh When you finally turn, you'll finally learn, to look away The smile you'll miss, the flicker of mischief in her eye Is her greatest secret, the one that will pull in another And all too soon he'll begin to think he's just as far

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Yea it's been pretty lonely around here lately. Between my bed and the moon and the dim ligh t it shines into the kitchen at 3 am. It's funny because I'm surrounded by silence but my mind can't seem to stop screaming. I'm just left here with myself. All I can think about is how much I'd love to switch places with the moon tonight.

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May 26, 2019

May 26, 2019 at 9:41 PM UTC

Thingsillneversay

Swap with the moon

Yea it's been pretty lonely around here lately. Between my bed and the moon and the dim ligh t it shines into the kitchen at 3 am. It's funny because I'm surrounded by silence but my mind can't seem to stop screaming. I'm just left here with myself. All I can think about is how much I'd love to switch places with the moon tonight.

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Warm breeze, Feel It On Bear skin Under Cool Sheets breathe the forever, let the sky fade in your spirit

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Jul 14, 2013

Jul 14, 2013 at 10:54 PM UTC

biyoekii

En-ligh-ten'd Se-n-se-s

Warm breeze, Feel It On Bear skin Under Cool Sheets breathe the forever, let the sky fade in your spirit

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A candle in the Dark Like a Ligh Tbulb In a Box Flick Ers Until t He bat Terys Run Out

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Apr 3, 2015

Apr 3, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC

msamendable

Light in a box

A candle in the Dark Like a Ligh Tbulb In a Box Flick Ers Until t He bat Terys Run Out

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it is cold it is vary cold i look to the ground only to see red then to look at the sky and thinking am i dead as i ligh there in that cold place only thinking of grace i see a light it was so bright so i then took flight

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Mar 18, 2014

Mar 18, 2014 at 9:10 AM UTC

christopher-j-durham-tate

cold

it is cold it is vary cold i look to the ground only to see red then to look at the sky and thinking am i dead as i ligh there in that cold place only thinking of grace i see a light it was so bright so i then took flight

9

i've been wondering if i should write a diary but is it worth it?

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May 28, 2014

May 28, 2014 at 1:52 PM UTC

Starlette

moon ligh t

i've been wondering if i should write a diary but is it worth it?

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