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"moveless" poems
it was a dark dance of an immovable body as she was taken by the throat, death, causing stupendous distortions and entrancements of lunar landscapes she reeled pirouettes between smothering and seeing through a miraculous inner eye deepening her sense of nothingness as if pickled in a jar,  suspended in formaldehyde held buoyant where there is no reason for anything moveless in a veiled corridor inhabiting innerness, a raven fog her ******* wet with the scent of fear and *** she fell through the earth into the infernal arms of Hades his tremulous kisses a thousand glittering eyes she could see through
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Jul 9, 2018
Jul 9, 2018 at 10:35 AM UTC
Persephone
The quiet August noon has come, A slumberous silence fills the sky, The fields are still, the woods are dumb, In glassy sleep the waters lie. And mark yon soft white clouds that rest Above our vale, a moveless throng; The cattle on the mountain's breast Enjoy the grateful shadow long. Oh, how unlike those merry hours In early June when Earth laughs out, When the fresh winds make love to flowers, And woodlands sing and waters shout. When in the grass sweet voices talk, And strains of tiny music swell From every moss-cup of the rock, From every nameless blossom's bell. But now a joy too deep for sound, A peace no other season knows, Hushes the heavens and wraps the ground, The blessing of supreme repose. Away! I will not be, to-day, The only slave of toil and care. Away from desk and dust! away! I'll be as idle as the air. Beneath the open sky abroad, Among the plants and breathing things, The sinless, peaceful works of God, I'll share the calm the season brings. Come, thou, in whose soft eyes I see The gentle meanings of thy heart, One day amid the woods with me, From men and all their cares apart. And where, upon the meadow's breast, The shadow of the thicket lies, The blue wild flowers thou gatherest Shall glow yet deeper near thine eyes. Come, and when mid the calm profound, I turn, those gentle eyes to seek, They, like the lovely landscape round, Of innocence and peace shall speak. Rest here, beneath the unmoving shade, And on the silent valleys gaze, Winding and widening, till they fade In yon soft ring of summer haze. The village trees their summits rear Still as its spire, and yonder flock At rest in those calm fields appear As chiselled from the lifeless rock. One tranquil mount the scene o'erlooks-- There the hushed winds their sabbath keep While a near hum from bees and brooks Comes faintly like the breath of sleep. Well may the gazer deem that when, Worn with the struggle and the strife, And heart-sick at the wrongs of men, The good forsakes the scene of life; Like this deep quiet that, awhile, Lingers the lovely landscape o'er, Shall be the peace whose holy smile Welcomes him to a happier shore.
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A Summer Ramble
The quiet August noon has come, A slumberous silence fills the sky, The fields are still, the woods are dumb, In glassy sleep the waters lie. And mark yon soft white clouds that rest Above our vale, a moveless throng; The cattle on the mountain's breast Enjoy the grateful shadow long. Oh, how unlike those merry hours In early June when Earth laughs out, When the fresh winds make love to flowers, And woodlands sing and waters shout. When in the grass sweet voices talk, And strains of tiny music swell From every moss-cup of the rock, From every nameless blossom's bell. But now a joy too deep for sound, A peace no other season knows, Hushes the heavens and wraps the ground, The blessing of supreme repose. Away! I will not be, to-day, The only slave of toil and care. Away from desk and dust! away! I'll be as idle as the air. Beneath the open sky abroad, Among the plants and breathing things, The sinless, peaceful works of God, I'll share the calm the season brings. Come, thou, in whose soft eyes I see The gentle meanings of thy heart, One day amid the woods with me, From men and all their cares apart. And where, upon the meadow's breast, The shadow of the thicket lies, The blue wild flowers thou gatherest Shall glow yet deeper near thine eyes. Come, and when mid the calm profound, I turn, those gentle eyes to seek, They, like the lovely landscape round, Of innocence and peace shall speak. Rest here, beneath the unmoving shade, And on the silent valleys gaze, Winding and widening, till they fade In yon soft ring of summer haze. The village trees their summits rear Still as its spire, and yonder flock At rest in those calm fields appear As chiselled from the lifeless rock. One tranquil mount the scene o'erlooks-- There the hushed winds their sabbath keep While a near hum from bees and brooks Comes faintly like the breath of sleep. Well may the gazer deem that when, Worn with the struggle and the strife, And heart-sick at the wrongs of men, The good forsakes the scene of life; Like this deep quiet that, awhile, Lingers the lovely landscape o'er, Shall be the peace whose holy smile Welcomes him to a happier shore.
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I tell you hopeless grief is passionless, That only men incredulous of despair, Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight air Beat upward to God’s throne in loud access Of shrieking and reproach. Full desertness In souls, as countries, lieth silent-bare Under the blanching, vertical eye-glare Of the absolute heavens. Deep-hearted man, express Grief for thy dead in silence like to death— Most like a monumental statue set In everlasting watch and moveless woe Till itself crumble to the dust beneath. Touch it; the marble eyelids are not wet; If it could weep, it could arise and go.
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Grief
skin to skin i lure you in, rip you apart from limb to limb in the deepest shadows oh the almighty, you don't know i lurk behind every corner, impatiently trying to watch, your sight as always a catch i thump and drag along a bag to carry, for you to last in dark fantasy i taste your flesh your blood drips and drops, but you stay fresh i store pieces of your skin for later, stirring your meat to neat batter your bones do break but your heart wont shatter pure lust glides through my fingers, touching up your moveless figure i yearn in obsession, in dreams it lingers in light you shimmer, brighter as ever moonlights kiss caresses your body, its getting thinner your pulse fastens each push i make, you will get better fallen apart, i sew you back together, pins and needles push through you like softest butter pray, pray and cry, feed me your tears show me more, show me, show me. in despair, i waited and caught you wretched and ruined, now you loathe me. i tell you, i’ll wear your teeth on a necklace, your eyes will see salvation for you are the prettiest you have ever been, one last rest before i begin how redeeming, as in death to still be not lost in darkness, how fortunate to live inside me, finally you found the meaning of life, you have been searching, i know.
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Sep 8, 2025
Sep 8, 2025 at 9:17 PM UTC
i’ll wear your teeth on a necklace
she moving moveless with big pleading eyes like fruit orbs fetched in molasses full of grace stretched out her long neck like a Modigliani and ravished him with cautionless lips lush and fluted throat like a scorched desert deranged for monsoons cloudburst
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Oct 14, 2018
Oct 14, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
Moveless
Your chest pains and elephant weights outweigh her puppy eyes. but I feel bad a human turned bridge troll banished exiled stay on your island, napoleon you give the country heart attacks and it will fire back but I am emotional are you cold there lonely do you cry as much as I? we will ignore your smoke signals moveless like rigor mortis. for once France does not surrender
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
mother superior.
I run for years, I run from fires And frowns and harsh words and barking dogs I run to love and away from disenchantment I rush to judgment and retreat from skirmishes I run headlong into many arms and bounce from chest to chest. I fall spinning over cliffs and across boundaries I swim fervently up tributaries and tumble over falls The longer I go, the farther and faster I run Almost as if the distance in itself were an achievement Still at the end to be moveless, and not one remembers me. Oct. 15 2010
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Oct 15, 2010
Oct 15, 2010 at 9:56 AM UTC
Long Distance Runner
Once I was a preserver a wayfarer a maker but later you turned me into a useless stargazer by losing the will of being your tracer I ceded my kismet on becoming an engraver I grew to be nothing but a moveless eraser
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:40 PM UTC
Deadlock
lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream into the noon the sum of all our fears not caring much about the weight of dream on every several head until the beam of milky light reveals the open tears lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream not only terrified but eyes agleam with anger so this long hard tale of years not caring much about the weight of dream has caught each up in both the milk and cream and blended in the message of our cares lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream all of our secrets in one clouded stream while all around we feel the touch of stares not caring much about the weight of dream in middle day when the truth reigns supreme denying mercy in the moveless airs lacking all doubt choices unmade we scream not caring much about the weight of dream
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Jun 21, 2013
Jun 21, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
the weight of dream
Where else to begin but from a repetitive scene where light smothering the fractured windshield is the face of a mother and the brute agony of a totalled vehicle, the countenance of a father? But which ruin takes its station amongst all moveless damages? What narrative to assuage than appall     which has not been drawn before,  say a line to daze the day into genre? In transit we have no words for it,   nearly giving meaning to a god and   fray itself drunk with a lesson. What space here remains vacant and is   an invitation to a marred face,  pressing against the upholstery but makes  final its formlessness?  What space is here that sits      with in an acoustic? This silence again and again,   a sign of a spectral dawn again and       again released from what they spit at me    those who are but vigils in pried open yesterdays          decomposing from where I lay with them.
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 1:27 AM UTC
Second Life