"livened" poems
On this night
The king-god Zeus does battle
With the titans of old.
The sky is livened
By his hurled bolts of lightening.
Their targets simply
Unseen to the mortal eye.
The calm is shattered
By the clash of thunderbolt
On stone and molten rock.
Our protector, he remains.
Though many have forgotten him
To myth, legend, and lore
We have forgotten the safety
That his lightning strikes provide.
On sunny days
Cloudless nights
We are allowed to forget his ways.
But on this night
In these dark and stormy hours,
The true believers remember.
That Zeus has watched over us
For millennia. Battling an unseen
War, waged in the tales of old
But carried out before our eyes.
We must recall that he,
The one King-God, Zeus, has
Watched over us dutifully since time
Before time before memory.
He has kept us safe
From the titans of old.
And the lightening strikes
Remind us of stories untold
Jul 27, 2014
Jul 27, 2014 at 11:57 PM UTC
Your soul fills the air,
With the energy of your being
Benevolence and purity and understatement
You, so perfect that my knees wobble
You cam straight from my dreams,
To my ever plain reality,
And livened up my world
A cataclysm could not take my eyes from you,
The earth could shake, and I would still
Reach out for your touch,
To taste of your grace, and body
Your perfume smells like lilacs,
Your eyes emit sunshine
I can't come to embrace that,
You walked into this life of mine
I'll hold you till the world stops turning,
When pigs fly, and fire falls from heaven
I'd climb a fissure with the promise
Of your open arms waiting at the top
I still can feel the ghost,
Of your lips on mine,
The flavor that I'll savor till the end of time
Dec 7, 2013
Dec 7, 2013 at 7:13 PM UTC
the moon must be crazy
in the way that it glows
when it does,
for only ***** things
happen at night,
at twilight is when the
hungry men prowl
for the ripened darlings
in their lacy things -
when the fingers of
the raving ones
are stickiest in their
rabid breaths,
in the time that
wallows in the dust
of the stars' dusky debut
is where the shadows
are livened with
all things creeping
and perilous,
though,
it was in my
silken milk moonbath
that i rinsed the nagging
sharp terrors from my
fortitude undergoing
a quickening,
and in the pool of light
amid the crystal rocks -
that i gave my fervent
wet hearted
soliloquies.
--
lest i forget,
it was in the
late moon's lament
with his opal grand aura
painting softly my glowing path
that i embraced the silent
white cub, in his quaky
ascent who radically
up-ended my
existence.
--
treasured Sir Moon
in your tremulous
spry loon
i trust the satin truth
in the madness you brew.
Aug 9, 2011
Aug 9, 2011 at 11:33 AM UTC
The morning was somber,
Lonely,
Methodically, she pretended
And prepared.
Carefully applying war paint
For a war she'd rather
Not fight.
Sleepy eyes lined,
Red screaming dots covered;
Muffled.
Hair arranged quickly
In a semi-pleasing placement.
Lips livened with
A bright sheen,
Music pouring into ears,
And then she's off.
The halls whine
With impatience,
And ring with the silence
Of inadequacy
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 9:56 PM UTC
I want conversation and car rides,
long nights of green eyes.
I want pastries with whipped cream,
text messages that make me kiss the screen.
I want belted Frank Sinatra,
followed by Moonlight Sonata.
I want gifts I can't afford
that you bought when you were bored.
I want to be calmed and collected,
defended and protected.
I want knowledgeable open-minds,
loquacious words to be defined.
I want my hands to be called soft
and looked at more often
I want my neck to be smelled
then my face to be held.
I want impressed parents,
please share your organic carrots.
I want admiring looks
over the top of Ayn Rand's books.
I want a loss of words
over a song that you just heard.
I want minor disputes
over ideas that don't compute.
I want you to continue to listen
when I question your decisions.
I want button-ups and bowties
that make you different from most guys.
I want time to freeze
and for you to always need me.
I want envious stares
from people who shouldn't care.
I want effortless chemistry
to attract me helplessly.
I want tension filled days,
say you want me with a gaze.
I want my back to be a painting so scandalous
you brush your lips up and down the canvas.
I want clean, boring sheets
to be livened with heat
that I provided.
I want you to be excited
when I come around.
Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
Rock's chill in early Spring shadow
keeps leaf-buds folded
while greenery's frocks, still frozen
in fuzzy stiff mold,
reveal growth's frigidity goes
hand in glove with cold.
As ice-wind becomes zephyr stone's
rime loses control,
frost melts when pairing takes over,
plants' ****** role
exchanges gender, smouldering
with intent that shows.
May's rising sun resurrects tones
of need-coloured gold,
male and female lustily hone
livened desire, hold
hands, steal kisses and gene-loaded
feel blood embolden.
As time turns to love Nature owns
the chase will not slow
for copulation re-proves growth,
appearing sans snow
stirs fur, feather and human bones,
to what all are prone.
The heat of togetherness sewn
into weather owes
its success to overflowing
need for warm clothing
for cold never turns bread to toast,
or so I am told.
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 4:08 PM UTC
If you have the expectation
you can avoid the unexpected
in life, then you will never
end up making a left turn
unbeknownst that it is right.
For it is the simple sense of you,
and the vulnerability, and the
admirable quirkiness within it.
The unquestionable understanding
of self stands atop the world.
And with wandering eyes, which
are unlike any star or moon,
and a bold heart that beats
beneath your chilled skin, you
hope to find a deserving warmth.
So you take this world by storm
and create waves that rush
and break even the smallest pebble.
A world that was not ready
for such a breathtaking force.
And this world was stunned,
ill-prepared to embrace this gift.
You threw the world off course.
Now caught in a strange situation,
he wonders what's next in store.
This world has been overcome
by a force it can't avoid.
But this force is something special
the world can't seem to deny,
so it's attempting to tempt it.
This world has been overrun
by a light that gives the blind sight,
something beauty can hardly describe,
something that is overpowering,
something that this world can't shake.
Your sight has livened this world
and made it greener in all corners.
And now whenever your bright eyes
set sight upon it's bountiful land
it is overcome by a storm of feelings.
But what this world is yet to know
is if this force is receptive.
Because this world wants to show
how it feels towards something
that is so unearthly beautiful
Inside and out.
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 12:58 PM UTC
Three weeks of dryness and the rain is now approaching.
On the back porch under the tin awning, I sit on the swing and face you.
You've been watching the field ahead, awaiting the oncoming storm.
We spot the rain as it approaches from across the field.
A flowing wave of dying weeds dance towards us,
set in motion and livened by the rain as it quickly approaches.
You turn my way as a few initial drops land on the awning, loud and inciting.
The silence of the drought is broken by thousands of raindrops landing continuously against the tin.
For the first time in what seems like years, you turn my way and speak.
With eyes as intent as the downpour, I see your lips moving, your voice muted by the rain.
The dry ground is now wet.
You turn, once more, towards the field.
Together, we watch in silence.
Saying nothing.
Saying everything.
Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 9:35 PM UTC
Flowers glowed-
Juxtaposed behind
Glowing end of cigarette.
They glowed with vibrance,
The cigarette looked dead.
The holder looked
Somewhere in between.
Bland slated eyes
Livened with churning nicotine,
Heart speeding
In context of
Present company.
He held the cigarette
Delicately,
A union
With lips
Leaving chills
To smolder up from her feet and
Out from spine.
The air was cold
But she looked at the smoke
Knowing the heat
In his body was close
Enough
To fable heat in her own body
And test morals.
She was watching his lips too much
And broke her gaze away,
Directing eyes
To watch the flowers.
They angered in red,
Disappointed they hadn't
Held her eyes completely.
But she massaged their petals,
Scrutiny turning up satisfied
As it danced along the lines.
His smoke hazed the lines and she couldn't help but look back
At his eyes,
His mouth,
And listened still
As he murmured words
That hardly glowed at all.
Sep 14, 2014
Sep 14, 2014 at 3:13 PM UTC
Irrelevant are the revelries
that cast themselves upon me often.
Like beaten and weathered souls
we walk amongst the dead, whilst living.
Blackened hearts; unwilling, yet copacetic.
Life has come routine and bland.
The cold, and dampened sound
of another numbing day in and out;
only livened by the thought of you.
A pure and shimmering light
that echoes through the mundane.
Screaming out for me to be the change I dream.
How is it we hear each other; so far off shore?
Come drift into my widened pupils and remind me of who I once was.
Innocent and genuine.
Setting fire to my every fiber, this magnetic masquerade must end.
I feel I am made for something more when I am standing in your warmth.
So would you remind me of who I am, before the sunsets again?
And would you free me from the currents, that have long since been sweeping me out into darkness?
May 20, 2013
May 20, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC
Amidst the nightly dimness
Branded by vicious lights,
Minds rife with uncertainty
Perch behind strange eyes.
Foam and froth cushion doubts
Of shadows further down.
Tossing, turning, entwined;
Cries against the dreary drizzle.
Thoughts of daybreak vanish
Upon night's nimble prowl.
High above the goddess grins
Veiled by velvet and dust
As desire siphons, ****** and pins
The embers of livened skin.
Sheets of white glide underneath,
Illuminated by tainted radiance
****** on unfamiliar tracks,
Drowning in oceans uncharted,
Knowing less of the world.
Aug 2, 2011
Aug 2, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
Some voids
You just can't fill
But that never
stopped you
From loving me.
Some of us
Go too astray
To ever come back
To who we once were
But that never stopped you
From calling out my name
Some things
You just can't repair
But that never stopped you
From trying
Some flowers
Wilt when you touch them
But your tender touch
Only livened their petals
Some angels
Are destined to fall
But somwhow you were always
At the right place
To catch one of them.
And today when
I stood among stangers
In the pouring rain
Waiting for my train
I was reminded
How it felt
Without you
Oct 31, 2014
Oct 31, 2014 at 10:58 AM UTC
Nature’s lessons
Drift among the distant hills of Texas call the blue bells from sleep
Remember youthful play to far away amidst the mist with gray to weep
Clear the eyes by today’s joys see the river endlessly meander enter the flow
Never a heart as livened by the blustering wind release your heart let it go
Deepest longing when nature is observed clouded sky blades of grass sigh
Walk with bare feet delight sensual connection with spine among tender shoots
Hills ever roll lower lands expand to the morning sun in these common rays are its roots
The butterfly’s wings brings a carefree silkiness in tiniest span painted in miniature still spell bounding
Was the soul before in a fix trouble wide seemingly to high follow with the eye the bird’s joyful sounding?
The trees stand in a blessed grove canopied sheltering arms holds you with tendrils most tender
In this shady soft light you can find rest and comfort all is ease here you can have your heart free just surrender
In this we conclude by scenes of rapture we have loved and together we have tasted earthen glory
By minds in concert we have purged evils vale arrested mystical truths and with great thrill we share the story
Not everyone will go on this quest to define and know each other in innocence it makes for a rare find
The key that opens the door is discovery the door is patience the way ever opens by love and trust ever will the two bind
Jan 10, 2012
Jan 10, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC
Went a walk in the park today.
The grass was glistening white
with the hard frost.
Two hardy souls were having
lunch on a bench.
Some children playing livened
up the proceedings.
It was very cold.
The only view was the brooding
mountains in the far distance.
I didn't stay long.
Keith Wilson. Windermere. UK. 2016.
Feb 28, 2016
Feb 28, 2016 at 8:57 AM UTC
I burned her name into my mind,
Saved the cage even though the bird flew away.
I recall her form like the rolling waves
But I still miss her so again today.
The way she smiled was warm as summer,
Just her presence livened my soul.
But as days grew by I saw a lonely bird,
In the cage was an estranged ghoul.
So I let it go and let it free,
Though inside hoping it'd stay with me.
My friend rejoiced as she flew away,
And I still miss her so again today.
I thought she was a companion for life.
For her I was elated, yet not so,
I can only hope she does ever return
Cos I never really let go.
Jan 17, 2014
Jan 17, 2014 at 8:39 PM UTC
Way back, way back
Rewind time like a VHS
Way back, way back
Yesterday was feeling stressed
Today I am feeling changed
Things don't have to be the same
Way back, way back
I feel just like a kid again
Walk around the world with wonder in my eyes
From the darkness I emerged, you would love it if you tried
You've got to accentuate the positive
We're all gods and goddesses
Never falling off, 'cause we're on top of it
Watched the topic shift quick from an obelisk
To talkin' shhh, I don't really get why people follow it
'cause last night - I had an epiphany
The ambrosia full of life we can grab, no hostility
Way back, way back, see I was really free
But as the days past, gained masks like I was shielding me
Now there is no fear in me, I'm way back revering Lee
I don't **** a beat - I pick it up, it's healing me
Now I only deal in peace, surrendered to my dying wish
To just be climbing higher, Mike - remember how you livened it
Likened to the older you, both in the past and what's to pass
And what's to pass? It wasn't bad, I know this 'cause I'm coming back
Hard to be the chosen when you're lost in awfully deep emotion
Prophecies unspoken, walking tokens, ought to see awoken
Qualities unfrozen, brought to motion harmonies and woven
All this in a piece, no apologies for being open
Calling pleas, you know him as a quiet kid, who tried to spit
Might have tripped a couple times, but that's alright, I write to live
Mic is gripped tight in my fist, I've got my own back
Own path, own goals, no wrath, all soul
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
I come for you
Will give you sensation
Across your back
Across your front
Most intense places
I give you awareness
Your skin a mighty place
You scratch
Enhance eerie feeling
I disappear like a ghost
You are calm
Your body livened
You heal
I am in your soul
(c)near_lane7
Nov 18, 2020
Nov 18, 2020 at 7:59 AM UTC
They called you flower, I guessed it was because of the way you livened up a room. Somehow every time you approached a smile crawled across my face. I snatched it off and tried to swallow it fast before you noticed. Every time I’m around you I run into butterflies. I once told you that the bad days are the reason we can realize the good ones, you said that if it wasn't for good days we’d never have to notice the bad ones.
I wonder what a good day for you looked like.
Mid Summer, you filled your days thriving to the best of your ability, the clay you landed upon was so thick your roots had to claw their way in. Easy wasn't part of your routine, your clenched jaw and wondering eyes told stories your tongue would never be able to articulate. I never dared to get too close for fear of being stung by bees you attracted.
I wonder why days I don’t see you feel eternal and those I do seem to disappear before I remember to greet them properly and say come again soon.
late autumn, the hard winds blows and you are left standing brittle and cold do not think that this is the end, for come spring that seed you thought you couldn't live without has grown and is part of you. You have to remind yourself that days you think you see the light at the end, is just another day with the sun in your eyes. Please remember that you are beautiful, and if you feel like dying, that just means you were picked. I wish you all the wellness the world has to offer.
I wonder if you whispered your secrets into the veins on your wrists because you thought you had no else to talk to.
Winter, I remember the day I learned that you weren't a perennial, that you won’t be back. I got sea sick by the wave of thought that came over me. I couldn't image a world without you would look like. But I know the seeds you have planted in our hearts will flourish with us after this hard winter.
I wonder if you knew that the flowers you left in my thoughts grew roots in my veins and now every time I bleed I see you.
Spring time, the butterflies that used to linger around you have left. The parts you left behind remind me of you. When they sway with the wind, they tell secrets only you knew. The snow has melted and I can see the clay where you once stood. Nothing grows there now. Nothing is brave enough to challenge to the earth you used to call home. There is only a sign that states “Remember the good days.” The memories help soothe the ache, but then I remember that you told me if it wasn't for good days we’d never notice the bad ones. The summer sun will only remind me what the light in your eyes felt like.
I wonder if you would have been able to see how cherished you were in the reflection of my smiles I was always too afraid to let you see.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
"Am I good enough?"
Then why do things never work out for me?
"Am I Insecure?"
Hiding inside a shell still to bloom.
"Am I strong enough?"
Streams fall down my face,so effortless.
"Do they make me happy?"
Isolating myself for as long as I could remember,
Makes me satisfied.
"Why are the blinds still shut?"
To block out the world of people with self-confidence.
I once felt a tingling sensation inside me,
That livened my blood-red heart,
That so suddenly turned to black frost,
A mal-formed work of art.
I used to shiver of the coldness,
Now I shiver at the brightness of the day,
Huddled in my cave of satisfaction,
Till death takes me far away.
They don't know the trouble I've had,
An internal wound on the brink of death,
Tears stream one last time,
As I forcefully take my last breath.
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 9:34 AM UTC
Yes, I love beer
And beer loves me,
We’re as thick as thieves
As honey is to bees.
I can’t help but wonder
What life would be
Without this golden amber,
Not a world I’d like to see.
Every sip a luscious joy,
Food for body, mind and soul,
It warms in winter, cools when hot,
As water is to ice, as fire adores its coal.
But now they claim it hampered,
My judgement in my youth,
A baseless common slander,
Insulting and uncouth.
A lifetime spent in service,
As a bastion of the law,
A judge regaled with honor,
Not just a man of straw.
So what I had a tipple
And sometimes a few more,
It livened up the party,
With a drink I so adore.
As to these accusations
That somehow I blacked out
I just can’t help but wonder,
How folks could not this doubt.
A father and a husband,
A friend to countless girls,
A man of faith and principle,
Tarnished by innuendo’s swirls.
So let this be a lesson
To all young pups today,
Consider each and every action,
Beware of what posterity may say.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 11:35 AM UTC
To you whom I have fallen,
My heart for you is hidden
For fear of being broken;
Smiling when the chance given
To see the gorgeous heaven
In your visage, I'm livened.
Sep 19, 2024
Sep 19, 2024 at 11:26 PM UTC