"orphic" poems
all aluminum alloy ammo
bane bat brakes badly basters back bones
come call cthulhu Cristo cuz
dead ********** dominate de download
even elven eternal endowments
fail frivolously flaming for fair fraudulence
grant good goggles give grandiose gratuity
how hella homeboys have how he has
If I ignore I implicate its implore
jack jacks jacks
kay killla kooks krack
LAPD locks la lackeys
maybe mom made mad monoxide
no, no natural nix NOx neutralizes
oh over overt opp only overlay orphic
please protest politely panic pretenses perpetuity
quiet quivers quiet queens
remember rage reaps reciprocity
so sour sits supplanters sat
to tell them to tare trail *** tat?
universal unhappiness underlays under us
victory validates victors vanity
why warble when winners wont waste worry wanting
x-axis x-rays Xerophagy Xanax Xanthorroea
you yodel yonder yet yahweh's yells Yarrish
zero zag zealots zoos
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 4:40 AM UTC
phobic sky
orphic sea
malleable beings
exposed to the atmosphere
can we finally be surfacing?
aliferous dreamscape
living, breathing
particles and waves
sediments that the glacial ice
has carved off the earth
to build their erosion timeline
a memory of us together
collecting stones
touching hands
filigree and shadow metanoia
in the sanctuary where we feel safe
can we finally be surfacing?
Feb 11, 2023
Feb 11, 2023 at 11:14 AM UTC
The sound of your voice,
linguistic forte
digital portrait combined,
reads lyrical, like Joyce,
the use of imagery -
elevating the plebeian,
resplendent -
the imposition sublime.
Pellucid prose, tête-à-tête
immersed in esoteric allusion
spoken with au fait.
Liberating my pedestrian
inhibition,
premise of surrender -
adrift, desultory,
delicious ambiguity.
Seduction begins in
the mind,
assets of imagination,
intellectual property;
side by side: lying supine
didactic invitation,
in assertions of diversion;
a chance to find
euphoria within our reach.
Linear alliteration;
fulgent flowing Fumé
Blanc,
fire and wine
private beach,
rhymes of elucidation
two bodies align,
I will learn if you teach.
Sensual epistemology,
curvaceous
figure of speech,
the Orphic; woeful
lover’s plight,
a porous song recite
art professor, verse confessor
tutor me tonight.
©2010 & 2011 W.S Warner
Sep 12, 2011
Sep 12, 2011 at 11:03 AM UTC
There is so much pain I see in the this orphic world and my pain is a like a small sand particle nothing compared to this huge mountain.
Biggest sorrow in our life is we can just understand each others pain but can't feel it.
Aug 7, 2015
Aug 7, 2015 at 2:21 PM UTC
She was as delicate,
as a flower.
But with time, all her beautiful petals,
had fallen off because of her sadness.
He left, her bestfriend left,
All her leaves, weren't green,
Anymore.
She broke a little inside;
Slowly, with time,
The delicate, beautiful,
flower, died.
She was Orphic.
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
I am the sad widower, dissolute;
The prince of Aquitaine, by luck deposed:
My glistening soul is dead; its jeweled flute
sings perturbed melodies until opposed!
In the darkness of tombs, I am consoled.
Return, Oh Pospillo and the seas which doze:
The flower which pleases my heart has been sold;
And vines grow thick without the tender rose....
Am I love or Phoebus? ... Lusignan or Byron?
Still, I'm made to blush from the queen's embrace;
Although I dream in Neptune's silent place.
I have crossed the Acheron twice before:
Upon the Orphic lyre I've played by turns—
Saintly sighs and the awful cries of yore.
May 17, 2016
May 17, 2016 at 9:19 PM UTC
At low of night she strokes
Familiar tastes exquisite,
And quietly invokes
The spirit of laureate --
An orphic instrument
Unfit to take for granted.
It’s profound atonement
Stirs in her heart despondent.
Her fragile shell’s embrace
Of wood and gut and metal
Point out her shallow race
And weakness fundamental.
Yet all the night she moils,
Mistrusting augmentation,
And secretly despoils
The overzealous beacon.
-- Kerry Herrmann
Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
exploring the extramundane
a cosmos beyond the auditory,
visual & tactile
the mind's orphic in its anonymity
galaxies of oblivion,
yet imprisoned in the same isle.
By chance our curiosity-
collided with the unknown
Hallucinating on O2
knowing mysteries lie
outside of this dome.
A quest through neurotransmitters -
constellations of thoughts in gear
What is the unfiltered 'reality'
once the cryptic gas clears?
Aug 16, 2021
Aug 16, 2021 at 3:01 PM UTC
There are no words for how you make me feel -
Not wholly happy nor is it all sad.
So Orphic, how do I know that you're real?
This ambivalence is driving me mad.
The hypophrenic habromania!
I can't define the sense that you inspire.
So I experience metanoia,
To feed my chaotic internal fire.
Panoptic, I see you entirely
And I'm entranced by everything in view
The shadow of your soul reflects in me
And beckons me to move nearer to you.
No Epeolatry can spare my soul.
This gap in lexicon engulfs me whole.
Mar 18, 2013
Mar 18, 2013 at 12:29 AM UTC
silence swings over waters as if...
it rehearses its unseen so...
to fill in the depth of blanks
a stratified time inhabits the landscape
orphic dreams morph into your flesh
the wind collates its courage and rage
like someone who falls into a self
my words bite the shape of a scream
the hunger of love descends language into crumble
the beauty of lungs full of air is misleasing
when I am waiting for silence to miscarry its void
Jul 19, 2025
Jul 19, 2025 at 5:19 AM UTC
An injection of self, a reflection of self
Orphic explosion, in this brain of mine
I touch the sky, my shaman-self lifted
To realize some kind, of undefined divine
My soul wants to soar, although some parts to plod
Among the grey citizens of order
Dull thumpers of the one, dull god
(And as I come to fear, the night, boredom
And my internal extremes, the hyper-brain
Says ‘enjoy this, though it ends in a crash
You were dead before, so live and fear not death’)
Somehow free of the hate that claims others
Oh those self-defined, self-refined prisons they create
Only to lament their loss and deny their place
In the ranks of bile, and spite and hate
Maybe to cloak themselves from the leviathan-machines
Which provides their plenty, as the global south screams
Their shit-eating hypocrisies, judgemental non-philosophies.
And I have landed among their pretention, problems hidden
Beneath the rug, the armoured iron carpet
That supports the weight of their bloated heads
And blood-drenched souls.
Mar 5, 2017
Mar 5, 2017 at 4:19 AM UTC
When I hold your hand I can see that I’m half.
A half of a whole that’s much greater than I.
Whenever we kiss, and our chemicals mix,
Our atriums beat to harmonious sighs,
Widened in eye with no how, what’s or why’s.
Our love is an answer, a chance and a glance
Of the fact that our lives can be more than survival.
You, with your touch and your loves electricity.
Fertile and fierce, you’re my warm neon rose.
Vicious, your glows, which had soon overthrown
The darkness and evil I trapped deep inside me.
I can’t ignore it, my limerence foresaw,
It’s orphic, and it knows that you are for me.
Moulded by clay to a boring design,
Potentially scraped from the factory floors.
I’ve the conception that my own conception
Was callous and fallow, lazy, fugacious,
But mostly redundant, with one small exception;
As all would have meaning if I could be yours.
Caroline to Byron, Beatrice to Dante,
A muse can induce art much greater than I.
It’s quite right when I write I lose sight of sense,
As when I write of you sense need not apply.
My amorous love, my glamorous drug,
My muse of all muses, my honey soaked hug.
Aug 27, 2018
Aug 27, 2018 at 11:01 AM UTC
Part 2 : I started loving you with no hesitation
Our last vacation together,
The last day of summer 2017.
The tall grass bowed to us,
as we made our way across the orphic meadow
We laid down together side by side
And on this damp grass,
under the clouds,
our hearts rang forever
At that moment, I said to myself,
time, space, and beings can’t step between us
I started writing musics with our love
And even the flowers started talking to me
Love just felt so magical
Love, I said to myself inside
I glanced at you,
and you smiled at me
The words stopped at the tip of my tongue
But before I could even say it,
our lips met, and the Ice Plants bloomed.
Apr 27, 2021
Apr 27, 2021 at 5:34 PM UTC
My mind is a thousand rooms lit on fire,
a fuse crawled on every window,
pins and needles holding up posters of blank faces,
for the person that belonged in that body is not the same as the memory.
My mind is the intersection at dawn,
lazy cars drowning thoughts,
red lights on all four corners,
until the light turns into a green frenzy.
My mind wisps like tendrils of coffee,
sweet bitter dreams,
that never does quite come alive
when it only leaves a faint taste.
My mind cannot erase the doors you walked in,
or the smiles that blew my way,
and the air you scented in your perfume
of hay and horses from your Saturday hobby.
My mind likes to pretend that I hated you,
that I despised how we sat two desks away and we never said hello, even though it’s been three years since we’ve spoken a word.
I’m doing all that I can to not crumble when I see you have moved on.
My mind constantly replays that night at the football game,
and the conversation we had a week later that said
“I don’t want to say it. But we can’t be friends anymore.”
It broke me like a summer hurricane.
My mind doesn’t know how to let you go.
It, and I, are having a hard time
finding something to fill the space
you have left
in my mind.
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:17 AM UTC
the woke up in a world
fixated within each other's eyes
soul full tears
falling-each one to the earth
at an instant-sprirts emerging from the core
became an orphic jungle
and so they spoke imagination
became a single leaf-leaves of life
upon the trees
most soulfully speaking-hymns
and so they walked the path-creation
Feb 19, 2017
Feb 19, 2017 at 6:55 PM UTC
They say you stink. I would never.
That antediluvian odor, reminiscent of us
before the flood. And I rove the woods
of the world (those left), scaling cliffscapes,
spelunking caves, in search of our lost love.
Just a sign of something. Proof I need
of our tender attachment. Detachment
of orphic misunderstanding drives my pursuit,
as sleeper wakens to piercing glare.
How to get you back? Yowling, beating
trees with thumps percussing a want
of ancient *********** still stuck inside me.
I want you back my beloved Bigfoot.
Hunt I will, till I find, anything related
to this kind, of primitive feeling.
Apr 16, 2016
Apr 16, 2016 at 8:57 PM UTC
In the one thousandth
Subatomic cohesion
You walked close to me
Spoke softly
Opened the other realms door
Set the red dragonflies free
Fluttering wings
Brushing entities
Orphic embrace
Commixing like lace
Weaving
Siezeing
The southbound breeze
May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 1:32 AM UTC
Take my fetus and go
Through and through the mighty seas,
Cleft of stubborn knocks and the bayonets
Rocking through and through the eves. Whose pirouettes and epilepsy crooked, Asunder, blessing the attenuated biology of Say, a field mouse or the hummingbird. What nuisance it transcends itself into. How It has marred even the plight to lock oneself In that windowless box of time. The Atemporal box featuring those curious amaranthine engravings about its sides, upon its top. Though the blood may not spill from side to side, and while the nellypot may collywaddle, there is an immense sincerity akin, fused afore to the intimacy of an authenticated orphic boketto.
Nov 29, 2017
Nov 29, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
From a long and dusty farm road
there was a scarecrow waving
Standing on a pole in a cornfield
meanwhile the sun was blazing
I started walking up to him
and when I was almost near
It took of his straw hat, gave a smile
and told me to have no fear
Welcome visitor he shouted
would you like to play a game
please enter my corn maze for a walk
and if you get lost just call my name.
then with an elegant swing
he'd opened the gate
Told me not to rush
he was opened until late.
The maze was well maintained
paths were clean and wide
rabbits running all around
it was a beautiful sight
But then all of a sudden
scenery drastically changed
corn was brown and dead
daylight seemed deranged
I got the creepiest feeling
that I was being spied
somebody was watching me
opaque to my sight
Suddenly I was on the ground
I must have tripped over a stone
after taking a closer and better look
it turned out to be a human bone
It's a ****** mess I am in now
I have really lost the way
how to get out of this maze
what did that scarecrow say
In order to get out the maze
I have to call his name
he can guide me back to start
and end this sinister game
Orphic music started playing
when it came to my mind
He did not even mention his name
I was being there confined
Apr 1, 2021
Apr 1, 2021 at 5:09 AM UTC
I crossed over the river
wanting to learn
about the Orphic bag of tricks
& realized I had become
part of the underworld.
And fallen under
the spell of Hypnos,
I watched Psyche
get her first kiss
& come alive
by tender-magic.
Apr 1, 2014
Apr 1, 2014 at 2:40 AM UTC
the squelch of the Maenads' feet
danced grass into mud.
their murderous waters breaking--
carrying Orpheus' head in their bellies.
their glazed masks of perspiration became
stuck to weedy tresses of hair--loose as the
plucked strings of Orpheus' lyre.
their droplets of sweat premixed with blood.
Dionysus obliterating memories of irreversible
inebriation between his teeth--grape clusters
downing his chin like a handfed babe.
Orpheus' harmonic Sparagmos--where the
eidolon of every G*d reverberates an uppermost
image.
as Orpheus' head meandered, crashed & tumbled
thru the River Hebros--his lyre stayed by this throat.
playing dismemberment.
the goat song of tragedy.
undercurrents of Hades saturating Hebros with the
narrowest name of water--leading out to...
Dec 3, 2023
Dec 3, 2023 at 2:36 AM UTC
Upon the Angelic Black Sea Sky,
The Amaranthine Moon Glade sails on the waters enchanting clouds, while Orphic tidal Waves Hypnotizing crushing Cantillate onto the Twilight Sands of dazzy, piercing, playful, love struck of small Alcate Islands that are like stars that wink as The Amaranthine Moon Glade sails by as it Evanescence into the haunting mirror of the alluring Moon Road Admiring lit up by its own Miridical reflecting, that is a slow twisted slide that takes you through the Witchy hours of the dark into the Fascinating Glazing Weary of Aurora
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:27 AM UTC
I behold with your beauty .
thy charm is harp and lute worthy .
from route or from ocean.
i beset with Magi sojourn.
thy glance is jasper ,beryl ,and sapphire.
thy breath is anguent .incense .myrrh.
i beset with worship to thy promised land .
Sirius,Vegas,Arturus will guide me by dream or by land.
thy love is the worship of heaven choir.
i run not for jasper; lo, Orphic with lute and lyre.
but i do run for thy heart and thy soul.
i embark for love by dream or by land.
LIZZY,your worship !is only by you my soul longs stand.
im a beggar,im a knight ,im a messiah but im only a soul .
why tarriest thou?i behold with love and fume .
lets rove on down this azure of garden of fragrance perfume.
i give my heart upon the dream of thy happiness .
cause the toss is harsh but for you my lily bed minuteness.
thou art the praised of my soul even i will face *****
oh, tempest gale what do i know ?but my gait i will always resume.
drink Ichor, drink Elixir thou crudest rival Meanads.
i rejoice from my ***** the love peril with my ballad.
give me thy love and take from me Babilon bloom.
with fantasy ,love and ecstasy and myth all is sublime.
i carry not mother of pearl but the perfume of my breath .
love of fire i dread not even your kiss sentence me to death.
love ! i hear a numerable in as much as pain.
take the glory from me but i behold difficulty of your love sustain.
give me your heart ,fear no consequence for you my soul cant refrain.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC