"petrel" poems
O'er the midnight moorlands crying,
Thro' the cypress forests sighing,
In the night-wind madly flying,
Hellish forms with streaming hair;
In the barren branches creaking,
By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking,
Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking,
Damn'd demons of despair.
Once, I think I half remember,
Ere the grey skies of November
Quench'd my youth's aspiring ember,
Liv'd there such a thing as bliss;
Skies that now are dark were beaming,
Bold and azure, splendid seeming
Till I learn'd it all was dreaming —
Deadly drowsiness of Dis.
But the stream of Time, swift flowing,
Brings the torment of half-knowing —
Dimly rushing, blindly going
Past the never-trodden lea;
And the voyager, repining,
Sees the wicked death-fires shining,
Hears the wicked petrel's whining
As he helpless drifts to sea.
Evil wings in ether beating;
Vultures at the spirit eating;
Things unseen forever fleeting
Black against the leering sky.
Ghastly shades of bygone gladness,
Clawing fiends of future sadness,
Mingle in a cloud of madness
Ever on the soul to lie.
Thus the living, lone and sobbing,
In the throes of anguish throbbing,
With the loathsome Furies robbing
Night and noon of peace and rest.
But beyond the groans and grating
Of abhorrent Life, is waiting
Sweet Oblivion, culminating
All the years of fruitless quest.
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O tower of light, sad beauty
that magnified necklaces and statues in the sea,
calcareous eye, insignia of the vast waters, cry
of the mourning petrel, tooth of the sea, wife
of the Oceanian wind, O separate rose
from the long stem of the trampled bush
that the depths, converted into archipelago,
O natural star, green diadem,
alone in your lonesome dynasty,
still unattainable, elusive, desolate
like one drop, like one grape, like the sea.
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May I present a challenge?
Imagine if you will
You have created a flying explosive device
And it needs a name that will thrill.
A name, a good name, which name?
Well, none of those below.
Some twisted suits have already used them.
**** EVEN Tacit Rainbow.
What really goes through their minds?
As they sit and discuss the name
Of their creation that's destined to ****
Butcher, destroy and maim.
Just try if you can
To read the whole of this edited list
Imagine how many have exploded of each
With out angrily clenching your fist
Little John
Honest John
Hellfire
Matador
HARM
Terrier
Nike-Ajax
Corporal
Sea Sparrow
Redstone
Bullpup
Mace
Nike-Hercules
Regulus II
Atlas
Thor
Lacrosse
Jupiter
Quail
Hawk
Tartar
Falcon
Polaris
Hound Dog
Pershing
Entac
Firebee
Shelduck
Jayhawk
Cardinal
Firefly
Petrel
Redhead/Roadrunner
Redeye
Mauler
Skybolt
Nike Zeus/Spartan
Condor
Phoenix
Typhon MR
Falconer
Overseer
Taurus
Kingfisher
Cardinal
Walleye
Hornet
Maverick
Big Q
Minuteman
Blue Eye
Viper
Firebolt
Bulldog
Harpoon
Focus
Perseus
Firefly
Stinger
Compass Dwell
B-Gull
Agile
Seekbat
Delta Dagger
Thunderbolt[7]
Patriot
Aquila
Teleplane
Streaker
Tomahawk
Firebrand
Roland
Peacekeeper
Penguin
Pave Tiger/Seek Spinner
Sidearm
Skipper
Wasp
Sea Lance
Ripper[7]
Trident II
Midgetman
Tacit Rainbow
Pave Cricket
Have Nap
Peregrine
Exdrone
Javelin
Pointer
Hunter
Coyote
Skeeter
Outlaw
Wow, you're still reading
And you've managed not to throw up.
Just wondering how many innocent victims
Of a tax funded device called Bullpup.
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 7:00 PM UTC
Gone is the long, long winter night;
Look, my beloved one!
How glorious, through his depths of light,
Rolls the majestic sun!
The willows, waked from winter's death,
Give out a fragrance like thy breath--
The summer is begun!
Ay, 'tis the long bright summer day:
Hark, to that mighty crash!
The loosened ice-ridge breaks away--
The smitten waters flash.
Seaward the glittering mountain rides,
While, down its green translucent sides,
The foamy torrents dash.
See, love, my boat is moored for thee,
By ocean's weedy floor--
The petrel does not skim the sea
More swiftly than my oar.
We'll go, where, on the rocky isles,
Her eggs the screaming sea-fowl piles
Beside the pebbly shore.
Or, bide thou where the poppy blows,
With wind-flowers frail and fair,
While I, upon his isle of snows,
Seek and defy the bear.
Fierce though he be, and huge of frame,
This arm his savage strength shall tame,
And drag him from his lair.
When crimson sky and flamy cloud
Bespeak the summer o'er,
And the dead valleys wear a shroud
Of snows that melt no more,
I'll build of ice thy winter home,
With glistening walls and glassy dome,
And spread with skins the floor.
The white fox by thy couch shall play;
And, from the frozen skies,
The meteors of a mimic day
Shall flash upon thine eyes.
And I--for such thy vow--meanwhile
Shall hear thy voice and see thy smile,
Till that long midnight flies.
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I am neither the body, nor the mind that bridles it,
the realization strikes, my moment of awakening
the horse and the rider
will submerge in the river at the limits.
The consciousness , the storm petrel
alone would cross the limits of the 'sky of the mind'
- painted by material world, through life time-
to super consciousness, beyond the bubble of universe,
" the presence before the beginning", timeless
where there are no two, "I am that"
nothing but the primordial One
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Gold, gold, gold-we are enchanted
cold cold cold - ... almost immovable
shiksa sings songs, sings songs softly,
how the willow rustled and the petrel screamed
четыре
Золотом, золотом, золотом объяты неудержимым
холодом холодом холодом- видишь почти недвижимы
шикса поёт песни- тихо поёт песни
как шелестела ива и клекотал буревестник
2009
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 7:38 AM UTC
I Dreamed of Peace
I dreamed of peace
where games cannot touch my saddened heart;
where the winters spray of discontent cannot
make my blood cold, cannot make my marrow
ache and my inner force limp wounded to the gray
and weeping bank.
I dreamed of peace
where fire words shot to take me down
miss their target and fall harmlessly in joyous fields
of ripened corn, standing strong, smiling, repelling
all the pointed barbs; whose yellow husks cannot be pierced
but in reflecting provide a nourishment so replete
the archers arm is wearied by the load.
I dreamed of peace
where no longer do I wake at night
seeking reassurance from apparitions that their calling
means no harm;
where the raven sitting on the drooping branch
is not waiting for my soul’s ascent;
where the soot covered face peering from the bracken
is not the axe man arrived to take me home.
I dreamed of peace
where the fire in my brain is quelled
by knowledge, accomplished thoughts of reason and
not prone to dissatisfaction;
where thirst is quenched in rivers so deep
my dive can never touch or scrape the sides and
in whose fear I need not fear;
where my essence is left untouched , my spirit not assaulted
by ego and forced appraisal.
I dreamed of peace
where false disinterest lies split and gaping
and hypocrisy oozes its puerile bile across cracked and
concrete stagnant floors;
where beggars no longer assault my passing
with arms outstretched and hope etched into canyon
city faces;
where the malcontent is driven to the slackened shallows
and forced to face their own reflection.
I dreamed of peace
where lightening skipped and danced across the waves
and thunder played the most delicate of notes;
where wind swirled not in anger but caressed
the sparse sand dune grass and the stilt legged
petrel bobbed in anticipation;
where the fuss of self induced stress is placed inside the trench
and covered by the dirt of self awareness.
I dreamed of peace
where only peace may step and no intrusion
may be entered;
where neither the able nor the vacuous may encroach;
where neither the sun drenched and rich may acquire that which
others have stooped to learn;
where the essence of time is encased and made bare
and does not beat to a false clock;
where all I have been and all I am to be is in the one,
and there is no need to climb a further set of stairs.
I dreamed of peace.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 12:20 AM UTC
in the 80s and 90s we had a cat named snoopy, who was a very cute cat
we bought him with another cat named fluffy who ran away to die back in the 80s
and probably reincarnated into someone else, you see snoopy probably hated
my yelling at my parents, and despite me being very nice to him up close
he probably me yelling at my mum and dad, and snoopy was worried about
what could happen to him next, you see i was drinking pretty heavily and i had
multipersonality disorder and i was very wild, and despite snoopy not noticing
it in me, my mum and dad surely noticed it, you see i was missing people in my life
and snoopy found it hard to cope and eventually was struggling and died, but snoopy
didn’t stop living and he reincarnated as chazz petrel, who was a troubled kid with autism and
mental illness, and he was determined to show me one day what i looked like to his previous life
snoopy cat, you see chazz brought on violence to his family as well as bringing on problems
you see chazz was in and out of institutions and was bullied a few times and he suffered a lot
apparently his parents were dealing with a lot of trauma, like my parents were dealing with a lot from me
and chazz was determined that he won’t die straight away, he really wanted me to understand
that fighting parents is wrong, because the only problem is chazz was a kid who suffered a lot
and snoopy was releasing problems that i showed mum and dad, but sometimes snoopy realised
that he was too restless for a cat, and he had to release his negative energy he got from me
you see in the year 2014,, just after chazz’s 12th birthday, chazz took his own life on august 31
and chazz was saying, this is stupid, and now chazz has reincarnated as the youngest puppy on
the youtube family bratayley and as the puppy ran around he was running off aggression from
chazz, it is not good that chazz had died and it’s not good i put snoopy through all that pain
but i feel that soul has been calmed almost ready to prepare for nirvana, mending each blade of grass
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 12:40 AM UTC
A part of me dreams in pictures on screens
and some of me sits at reality's door.
Knock
Knock
who's there?
I heard a bird 'it was no nightingale, but a
storm petrel looking for a ship under sail
on the high sea
and a part of me knows it was only a dream.
I see reality
so easy to ignore
where some of me
sits at reality's door.
Knock
Knock
who's there?
The beggarman's wife sees reality,
life is no dream
for her.
But nothing's the same as the pain that you feel when you're poor, down at heel and the baby is crying for milk.
Occasionally I wake and
take a quick look outside
to see who is knocking,
there's
no one
only the wind slapping
at me,
reality stings
a nightingale sings
the storm petrel rides
on the wind.
Mar 18, 2016
Mar 18, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
finding me in the
dense corn field
is difficult, even if
you search all around,
i would be
working with the peasants,
somewhere, far or near
or resting under the tree shade
sharing their home made food.
finding me in the
library is even more remote,
some word,
acting as an enticement
would take me to the deapths,
i'll feel free and relieved
and be swimming with the words -
unaware of time, sharing their aesthetic delights.
finding me in the
day time, would be
such a tricky affair,
i eat, the clear light,
drink freedom for delight,
and slowly get levitating
and fly above all like a storm petrel,
in ethereal form above distant clouds.
finding me in water
would never be possible,
at the edge of the lake i sit,
my face reflects
in the water plane,
and my eyes dive and swim,
with fish of every size.
i wll be a fish like the time of my origin:
fish that swam from dad's **** to mom's womb.
Find me
with in you, if you remember my smile,
my words, my deeds,thunder and rain,
my quirky eye, my heart's deepest desire,
search your consciousness deep, i am there.
o
Jan 12, 2012
Jan 12, 2012 at 12:59 PM UTC
Stripe me,strike me facebook like me
it's not worth a ****
nothing here is really real and I don't give a hoot.
So
shoot me with your babble guns,
rabble rouse me,house me,douse me in your petrel bombs
and let me fly away.
Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC
Stormy petrel albatross curlew skylark martin swift swallow robin sparrow raven crow falcon heron stork eagle vulture budgie parrot gull penguin puffin hawk
Birds
And poets
Flutter
And trill
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 7:06 AM UTC
Oh torre de la luz, triste hermosura
que dilató en el mar estatuas y collares,
ojo calcáreo, insignia del agua extensa, grito
de petrel enlutado, diente del mar, esposa
del vicnro de Oceanía, oh rosa separada
del tronco del rosal despedazado
que la profundidad convirtió en archipiélago,
oh estrella natural, diadema verde,
sola en tu solitaria dinastía,
inalcanzable aún, evasiva, desierta
como una gota, como una uva, como el mar.
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