"pirouetted" poems
a blue winged butterfly
pirouetted in the garden
like a pretty ballerina
twirling on the stage
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
*The box remained shut.
His fingers probe but with invisible eyes.
Finding the clasp that had forgotten the last time.
With the lid pried open,
the dancer would soon arise.
•••••
As expected, she rose...
Accompanied by a tune, truly a haunting sound.
She slid and pirouetted.
She fulfilled the promise to which she was bound.
Her routine was well rehearsed.
She embodied the music, as it carried her.
It mattered not if it was for a single audience.
She cared not if there was no other.
She performed like she might never again,
she inhaled the moment like it was her last.
She sung the song silent like she always would,
she embraced her dance like sail unto mast.
Then the melody slowed,
as the tension in the spring
played itself unwound.
This day for her, had drawn to a close...
But renewed hope for a new one is found.
•••••
He hesitated before resting the lid upon its case.
He caressed his dancer as his eyes start to smart.
His ears would yearn for the song in his head...
He would surely miss the dancer in his heart.
But he knows
when days grow dark
and filled with strife.
The music box lies ready...
And his dancer will again
come to life.*
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:38 AM UTC
The glowing jacinth sun was just beginning its descent,
casting long, flittering shadows on horse and rider alike.
Although the horse was young, he walked
with an air of importance,
like a racer entering the track.
As the playful breeze rustled the viridian leaves,
his muscles tensed.
He perked up like a toy soldier,
watching the purpling sky with wary eyes,
the amaranthine clouds reflected in those deep sable orbs.
As he trotted about like a fairy,
his russet coat shone vibrantly in the setting sun,
a body of twinkling rubies set in amber.
The sprite padded softly on the ground
with the delicate nature of a hummingbird,
he had a stride like a river of sweet milk and honey.
The chestnut dreamer skipped across the ground
like notes across a page,
his song light and airy.
he tiptoed and pirouetted,
his three pearly stockings dancing
like the melodious keys of a piano.
Her cinnabar savior bounded over the fences
like a prancing stag,
and his dainty ears pricked forward
as his chocolate-brown eyes fixed on the obstacle ahead.
As he jumped, he lit up with a bravery
that could have been felt all throughout the arena.
Had the two not been alone,
the entrancing sight would have been easily able to charm his way
into the hearts of even the stoniest of onlookers.
With a gleeful snort,
the sunny gelding seemed to fill the air
with good-natured laughter.
The rider reached down to give him a pat,
and he brightened at her touch,
the pet like a kiss on his glossy ginger neck.
And as the last of the daylight filtered away
into the velvety mazarine sky,
his neck stretched down and his walk slowed.
Satisfied with their ride, the two made their way back inside,
surrounding by the growing darkness.
Oct 30, 2013
Oct 30, 2013 at 9:42 AM UTC
i
Off in the beaten path
An Echelon of secret tribal's;
I pirouetted with them in plumage
Mine queen showed up, just on arrival.
ii
Her timing was perfect
As tis she watched me caper;
Me and mine Reyna's amour'
Like tambourines, shook with ancient shaker's.
iii
Hot coal ember's
Igneous in ourn chest's;
Ourn pulmonary arterie's
Bracketed, by her tribesgirl dress.
iv
We were gladden
Betwixt the wilderness;
Under mango leaves
Jane seduced me, equatorial phene's.
v
Whilst the darkness wore down
And the tribesmen went to sleep;
Me and mine protector
In the dusk, disappeared, into eachother's soul's to keep.
©Brandon nagley
©Earl Jane dedication
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
He filled up the bathtub with ink
and told her it was art. She asked how they
should wash. He shrugged his shoulders, and
then he mumbled something about buckets.
She cordoned off the kitchen,
said he was not allowed in and that she
was conducting experiments
regarding the solidity of limes.
He exploded their duvet so
Feathers pirouetted and flew again.
He said they had found their being.
She said that maybe it was time to leave
He followed her down the street, just
a few steps behind. Watching her hair bounce
upon her shoulders he wondered
what would be the best thing for him to say.
Nov 22, 2011
Nov 22, 2011 at 3:28 PM UTC
Nigredo
Crawl to your calignous cave, where
The carbon walls will encroach your gray matter.
Choke on the ebb of your gnarled reason. Left imploring,
You will breathe the expanse, planets will taunt you.
Negligible, your ego will dissipate,
For you do not matter, are not matter, will not matter.
You will take the cathartic dragon,
Purge the soot from its gaping nostrils.
Shadows will multiply and thunder your eyeballs
Quick silver tears will swarm your porcelain peel.
So below, As above.
Albedo
I erupted from my candescent pool, where
The ivory baubles pirouetted in the cerulean sky,
Stimulated faith, insanity, rhapsody.
My unblemished chalk fingertips traced star-letters,
“I do mind, am mind, will mind.”
Bathing in this serene elation,
I released the congested swallows,
Scattered feathers upon the wasteland.
As above, So below.
Rubedo
Soon will be a crippling inundation of crimson diamonds,
That will shred and tear her dusty membrane,
Waning shards will slowly clear and stitches will surface.
Recognition will ignite from her shadows and
Golden love will germinate in the sandy dunes.
Leaves will gather to crunch her toes.
The vitality queen will reign from her throne,
Encrusted with life, stone in hand,
So above, As below.
Jul 13, 2011
Jul 13, 2011 at 4:46 PM UTC
A dark Cloud of obscure atoms swirl around in Brownian chaos..
Time's a bit different ere.. Eons but a flit on tis clock..
Quantum effects play poker probability,
gravity the sinister Attractor ..
The cloud congeals, darker still than b'fore..
Attraction, it's nature Hot and crushing at primeval depths..
Ignites a fire so deep, fuses the insides at the wave level..
Particles unite, merge into each other,
becoming something new altogether..
Out pushes the brightest light the universe's seen..
The light of God, searing, nourishing and warm ..
drawn out of the breaking, fusing hearts,
Ignites Life on a distant Rock..
The cloud now a big Star..
Observes in rapture as Life grows from infancy to Damsel in frenzy... She Remembers the ancient pattern, dances around in fatal Attraction.. Fornicating, Merging, consuming, birthing in Heat..
Blues fade into greens, white streaks surround browns ..
Colours pulsing, coursing in a ballet..
Star is hypnotic, it watches..
********** a flare or two at ecstatic moments...
Smitten by Attraction, Star wants to hold Life to its passion..
Can't bear the distance tween the two..
It burns and turns, curious quarks, neutrinos play havoc inside,
turn Helium to Dark Carbon..
The Star sickened of burning and watching for Gods years,
spreads it's arms to hold Life in its magnetic swarms..
It's million Kelvins approaching in Love, Blow Dry Life,
Evaporate the tiny blue Rock..
Star muddled by tis sudden development,
can't put its tendril to why tis happened..
It's heart broken, embraces empty space,
where Life pirouetted a few ages ago..
burns all the more, turns Carbon to Heavy Iron
and novas in green, orange and gold.
The dust settles,
Star now a mere smoldering lump of Neutron..
Looks in the dark depths in feeble ruddy light,
pulsing out signals to find its beloved Life.
Rueing on the beauty that was..
Destined to wait..
For the Clouds to congeal again..
Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC
Landscape silhouettes
pirouetted off
pockmark lights in the dark;
the city shivers
in its myths and windy whispers,
Just a subtle rumble 'neath his humble feet,
heart aflutter, stuttering
palpitation structure sputtering; the lightless rain
glanced across the window brackets
of the moving train.
Silence yawned across his vapid eyes
like labored lullaby sans interlacing rhyme device -
Home, the beckoning, fulfillment's underlying premise
calling off at every stop
'til seats bowed under weight of emptiness.
Friendless in the long stretch
between conductor's breath,
fresh with mints and benevolence,
punching tickets
with a lonely sickness...
Ah, fitful sleep awaits us
past the sliding doors
and walk to familiar shores,
horizons bleak,
and nothing more.
Locomotive groans
pervade the embers of the gloam
and glitter bright,
against the clutching fingers
of this woeful night.
Aug 4, 2011
Aug 4, 2011 at 7:38 PM UTC
In the beginning, we bartered hearts like merchants at a bazaar,
each of us donning silver smiles and guarded eyes,
holding a currency of whispers and half-truths,
our souls up for auction, a tangled web of worth.
I've always been a collector of broken things,
an archivist of fractured dreams,
a believer in the beauty of the mended,
but this time, I am the jagged porcelain,
cradled in your hands, asking to be whole.
You wove love into me like a tapestry,
threaded through my aching seams,
you took my tattered edges, stitched them tenderly,
and I could almost believe I am deserving,
though I wear this love like borrowed garments,
a thrift store treasure, waiting to be claimed.
Oh, how we danced in the shadows of our doubts,
with the moon as our witness, we pirouetted,
brushed fingertips like shooting stars,
my heart a hummingbird, in the cage of my chest.
I have held shame like a secret lover,
nestled in the crook of my neck, a serpent's breath,
it whispered in my ear, "you're not enough,
you're a counterfeit soul, a fool's gold,
a price too steep, a debt too deep."
I've chased oblivion, doused in liquid fire,
a self-destructive waltz, a frenzied masquerade,
but you, you held me close, a lighthouse in the storm,
your love, a compass guiding me to shores unseen.
Together, we excavated the depths of my despair,
traveled through the catacombs of my heart,
our love a language, a dialect of healing,
a lexicon of scars and whispered apologies.
I have been a doubter, a skeptic of my worth,
but you taught me to seek the gold within my veins,
to peel back the layers of rust and fear,
to find the precious, the hidden, the unseen.
And now, we stand at the edge of a precipice,
our love a fragile bridge, swaying in the breeze,
I tremble, unsure, a hesitant traveler,
but you, you hold my hand, and together, we leap.
In this uncharted landscape, we forge our destiny,
a mosaic of laughter and tears, a tapestry of dreams,
our love, a currency worth more than silver or gold,
for we are the treasure, the priceless, the untold.
Apr 8, 2023
Apr 8, 2023 at 11:15 PM UTC
I dreamt it snowed
Nectar and powdered sugar,
Dusting nature's lips.
I recall the kiss from her
Not-so-innocent curiosity,
Come-hither in her arched brow.
How the morning breeze
Grew wanton,
Lifting her nightdress,
Until naked she pirouetted about
The cloister garth.
I dreamt of flowering moonlight
And his potent stem,
Filling her
With stars and shivers,
As she burst, for goodness sake,
From all the little blissful parties
Drumming her garden wall.
I dreamt of fecundity
And funnel cakes,
Soft and sweet and round,
Her milk a spring,
Laden with gift of life.
Intuitive opaque areolae,
The shape of things to come,
The very ones from which
She'll nurse their young.
Nov 11, 2019
Nov 11, 2019 at 6:52 PM UTC
The Drummer Brothers of Ikku Ukku
Heard from the bathers that-
The Princess had been abducted
By the Dark Beast.
A bounty of thousand gold coins was announced
If you brought her back alive and the beast dead
And Death if you brought the beast alive and the Princess dead.
The Drummer Brothers of Ikku Ukku
Hung their drums around their necks
And drummed their way
Through the Forest Dark
When the Elder Brother drummed the sleep-inducing roll,
The storks that roosted in the trees
Dropped as if they were one big bunch.
He picked them up one by one
While the younger one,
Elated,
Shouted 'Pelicans!' and drummed the defeathering roll
Upon which the plumage came off
The Elder Brother drummed the roasting roll
And the birdflesh caught fire.
On the second day a leopard that looked-
More like a boulder in leopard's clothing
Lurched at the brothers.
The Elder Brother drummed the age-reversing roll
And the poor old leopard grew younger and younger
Until it became a watery foetus which-
The Drummer Brothers ate,
Dabbing crushed chillies, and sprinkling salt.
On the third day a bear of grisly proportions
Ambled, roaring, into their sight
The Younger Brother drummed an organ-enlarging roll that-
Stretched the bear's mammaries far too long-
They dragged on the ground like two pythons.
The Elder Brother drummed the light-the- candle roll
And the oily **** caught fire like wicks.
Having vanquished the two deadly beasts
The Drummer Brothers of Ikku Ukku met,
On the fourth day of their journey,
The Dark Beast.
The Dark Beast, as it turned out,
Was no beast as such
But an Outcast once expelled
Into the heart of darkness
Who wrapped himself
In the dark of the Dawn
And became one with All the Beasts
And rumbled.
The Princess' pygmy horse was impaled
With the stake coming out of its mouth
Grossly gory, its hindlegs missing
And the blood, coagulated, hanging like icicles.
Near it was the Princess herself,
Naked, except for the gold waist chain
And the anklets.
The Drummer Brothers of Ikku Ukku
Drummed a very ordinary roll,
Steady and throbbing.
The Dark Beast who listened to it
Was transported into his past,
His memory of listening
To the old drummers of Ikku Ukku.
Excited,
He spun on his heels and stretched out his arms
He gyrated and pirouetted-
And on reaching the peak of his frenzy
Exploded, like a watermelon
The pieces flew in all directions.
The Drummer Brothers picked them up
And licked
While the Princess, shaken out of her languor,
Rose and sauntered towards them.
Holding out her honey hands
She said, "Now I belong to both of you."
The Younger Brother came up with a plan:
The elder one would have her from the waist up
While he would have her from the waist down.
The Elder Brother approved.
Vain and coquettish,
The Princess rammed her fists into either drum
And said: "I loathe their sound- too unrefined."
On the fifth day,
The Drummer Brother drummed a jazzed up roll
On their new drumhead
Made of the Princess' hide.
Jul 24, 2020
Jul 24, 2020 at 6:15 AM UTC
*At one moment in time
she was poetry in motion,
'til she pirouetted herself
unto dusty shelves
midst old clouded rhymes
& recollected love notes
yet, there were echoes
glistening 'tween strands
of web's interlacing design,
meshing her finessed
past within gossamer's
complex entanglements
amid labyrinths of
ancient symphonies
she dances, still ~
silently in her head
flirting with destiny
albeit, not as grand*
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
a grey hippopotamus
lived in the zoo
she lived there
with her sister Mary Lou
they were star attractions
at the zoo
for they performed ballet
in cherry red tutu's
they pirouetted and twirled
with abundant elegance
it was truly a treat
for the enthralled audience
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC
splayed splashed and splattered she
shades of ebullient blue on skies languid
and as glided and rolled and pirouetted her spirit
swirled beauteous clouds in bounteous ecstasy
pigments of hale she lent to rainbows pale
as sparkled in sun her tinted wings
nurtured beneath them her burgeoning dreams
unbridled in vastness soared her flights a many
Girlhood years ~
~spirits ~ rocking
~ frolicking
~like mirthful waves
thence came the age of early youth
when sprouted an ogre from thicket of rules
born of patriarchal seeds devoured her open sky
space where her spirit sang danced and grew
coerced to gulp a concoction made from
meaty pulp of social codes to her hitherto unknown
transformed she into an ‘ideal’ woman
- compliant, subservient, submissive and meek
wishes waned
dreams drained
little remained
of the blue in her skies
and of rainbow hues
Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 8:50 AM UTC
Soon after I'd paid
My sixty
Or seventy pence,
I found myself
In what I thought
Was a miniature London.
I saw girls
In chandelier earrings,
In stiletto heels,
Wearing evening
Dresses,
Which contrasted with
The bizarre
Hair colours
They favoured:
Jet black
Or bleach blonde,
With flashes of
Red, Purple
Or green.
Some wore large
Bow ties,
Others unceremoniously
Hanged
Their school ties
Round their
Necks.
Eye make-up
Was exaggerated.
The boys all had
Short hair,
Wore mohair sweaters,
Thin ties,
Baggy,
Peg-top trousers
And winklepicker shoes.
A band playing
Raw street rock
At a frantic speed
Came to a sudden,
Violent ******
Melodic, rhythmic,
Highly dancable
Soul music
Was now beginning
To fill the hall,
With another group
Of short-haired youths...
Smoother, more elegant,
Less menacing
Than the previous ones.
These well-dressed
Street boys
Wore well-pressed pegs
Of red or blue...
They pirouetted
And posed...
Pirouetted and posed.
Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
when blizzards rage and howling
arctic winds did blow
profuse precipitation packed Philadelphia
til white aery mountains did over flow
meteorological heft wrought pinkish glow
polygons pin wheeled and pirouetted
landscape imprint pure as driven snow
diminution of visual acuity
accrued from two score plus nineteen birthdays
still marvel at freeze-dried raindrops
reaction toward crystalline phenomena
continues to grow
kaleidoscope of multitudinous
hydrospheric blitz krieg terrestrial show
metaphor wrapped in supreme whiteness
from singular entities high to low
mother nature imbues testament
teaches to offer self for world to know
as corporeal of flesh and blood
we forget identity among human row
subtle riddle well hidden in molecule
two hydrogen atoms and one oxygen in tow
offer quiet sermon to cherish beliefs
and personal paradigms vis a vis status quo.
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
this is the story, of the sun and moon
who revolved around each other, day and noon
no idea what they meant to the other
never fitting perfectly together
one night, the moon fell in love with the sun
so bright, they outshine the stars as they spun
they pirouetted through cosmos and space
coalescing as one as they embraced
As the moon constellated with the sun
it was enough to make the whole world stunned
for one moment, the shadow was adorned
but enough, for the eclipse to reborn
Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 12:33 AM UTC
“I could if I wanted, you know?”
I pirouetted
Full tilt
The room on its axis
Spinning quickly
Wound up
Unwound top
Rhythmically synchronized
With my clenched gut
Transfixed as
You—
Who had traced the edges
Of me
Mapped me
Committed to memory –
Morphed quickly
Became unrecognizable
Your identity
Faded
An old photograph
Outlined and defined
You frame everything I am
Who once was a beacon
Is now a shadow cast
The coldest glance
A knife kissing
Cozying against my skin
Alive, you still haunt me
A shamble of what I thought
A ghost of a man
I’m
Creased
From your tricky hands
NO
Ringing gunshot
Swimming through your ears
Tell me, please,
That’s why you couldn’t hear
I am just a trail of smoke
Dissipating now
An ember
When I once was a blaze
Smothered by uninvited embrace
I am fragmented
But they say
Every phoenix
Rises from ash
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
big, pale, spider wrist a
with an old man onit
who in its legs lays
a notlikeoldmen
young girl (5maybe6or) 's
hand, which he tells, "dear,"
about how, "when I was a
younger man, and the world
a bit slower, pirouetted, a fraction
of youth whitely
with me and dear
someday
you'll
be someone's wife. who'll love you
and dear, you will be beautiful
when I, like now, your hand in my hand,
shall walk
you to him down between the real
prettiest fountain of petals
from your family cast
by hands that bore you
to this moment and pass you
into his
.dear, I on that day, will cry
and laugh."
May 22, 2012
May 22, 2012 at 5:20 AM UTC
I have danced on the strings
Of another's desires;
I have pirouetted gracefully
To the swaying pull,
To the sudden release
From above,
But never from love.
I have stumbled and bumbled
In another's uncertainty;
Then, behind a painted smile,
Straightened and bowed,
On invisible strings
To an admiring crowd.
I have hung on the back
Of a dressing room door,
Strings looped carefully
Up on a hook, waiting alone
In suspense...
In the dark.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 6:16 PM UTC
~
Symbols danced in InkGirls eyes
As she twirled herself
Onto the stage
Pen in mouth, her skin the page
-
Rhythmic sensuality
Bouncing inside her veins
Her enunciation popping sounds
In the eardrums, of those listening
-
She dances
Her heartbeat prances
Her ink is like France; beauty
Her statement like the Eiffel Tower
-
Poésie Je t’aime
She cries
As she bled herself
Into the diamond around her neck
-
Poetry becomes a worded butterfly
Fluttering toward InkGirl
But when he lands on her
He began to melt into her
-
The words on Poetry’s wings
Became apart of InkGirl
The audience ooh’d and ahh’d
As the swirly word magic robed the girl’s body
-
She became a poem
While she pirouetted
Her body a poetic language
Speaking to the eyes only
-
She is a ballerina Poetess
As she swallows her diamond pen
Her eyes blue pearls
Her lips; poetry
-
Je suis devenu un poème
She whispers
She loved Poetry so much
She became it
-
[Although she is stuck to the stage
She is performed; over and over
The theatre is her birth and her grave
She is chained forever, because of love]
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
In the darkness you held my hand
squeezed it, secured it in your hand
as we walk down the aisle
with a soft, welcoming light
at the end of the line.
We escaped the noise and darkness
together we ventured the wilderness
my heart pirouetted as you did
we danced and laughed
fingers still entwined
I now wake up from a horrible dream
or from your haunting, as it may seem
Seven months, it has been
but in my head, you're still creeping
in my heart, you're still living
I dare not say that I miss you
for I do not, not anymore
but I did miss the moments with you
thanks for the visit,
please haunt me more
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 11:18 AM UTC
She leaned over
her concrete canvas,
--The canvas
that wasn't
a canvas until
the smile
behind her smile
made it
So.
Ready for color-
She danced with
frozen rainbow
brushes
--Solid/liquid fun
that leapt
and pirouetted,
deliquescing in
her hands
. . . seemingly.
Made for making.
He watched her
steps, in their
-Beginninglessness;
projected-threw
newborn light of
old consciousness
in motion
Speaking.
Gestures of love-
Drawing together their
formlessly-aligned
intentions,
-His two left feet
tripping
over her lack
of back-
facing eyes,
that are
without
Purpose
when life is lived
by the living-
who do not try to
fold fate into
tiny
shapes
of
futility
--Other than
Themselves--
But prefer (rather)
to gambol with
existence
in the fleeting
endlessness
of
selfless
company.
Dec 15, 2014
Dec 15, 2014 at 7:26 PM UTC
In the garden out back
I used to gather up leaves,
looking like burnt flames
crisping up on my lawn.
The sun had stained them
from springtime children
to tarnished stars, waiting
on the ground for my dance.
They would blush for me
and crackle in delight
as I pirouetted around
then eagerly pounced,
piling up a nest so then
as the winter wind came,
roughly rubbing my cheek,
I'd sit there with sandwiches.
Oct 5, 2012
Oct 5, 2012 at 7:32 AM UTC
Tick
Tick
Tick of a metronome
Everyone falls into their allotted place
Somehow in the chaos they all know the pace
of this tune
This humdrum waltz
Step one two step one two step one two step
Into a world of imagination and fun
I've always danced to my own tune
I've pirouetted and leaped, out of sync, out of time
And I've always been praised for not toeing the line but now
Somehow I wish I could force my heavy feet
Into this repetitive nonsensical beat
Of the collective, the herd
That I so desperately need
I'm not a genius, not a poet, not an enlightened teen
I'm an extroverted mess with an eagerness to please
But a stubborn refusal to dance to the beat in the past has made me
A social outcast
It's too late for me
To find my feet
Where they fit in this dance to the death
When life's only half lived
I've always called myself a ****** never realising how well it fit
And if you are proud of your uniqueness, you can't escape it
When you need to
Or want to
Fit in with the crowd
I'm too crazy or too tame
Too quiet or too loud
And only here with people
Who I just can't seem to get
I feel the accurate poignance
Of the title, 'misfit'.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 6:52 PM UTC