"quenchless" poems
Farewell, false love, the oracle of lies,
A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy, from whom all cares arise,
A ******* vile, a beast with rage possessed,
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
In all effects contrary unto reason.
A poisoned serpent covered all with flowers,
Mother of sighs, and murderer of repose,
A sea of sorrows whence are drawn such showers
As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
A gilded hook that holds a poisoned bait.
A fortress foiled, which reason did defend,
A siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runs before the wind,
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
A goal of grief for which the wisest run.
A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
An idle boy that sleeps in pleasure’s lap,
A deep mistrust of that which certain seems,
A hope of that which reason doubtful deems.
Sith then thy trains my younger years betrayed,
And for my faith ingratitude I find;
And sith repentance hath my wrongs bewrayed,
Whose course was ever contrary to kind:
False love, desire, and beauty frail, adieu.
Dead is the root whence all these fancies grew.
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Is it thy will that I should wax and wane,
Barter my cloth of gold for hodden grey,
And at thy pleasure weave that web of pain
Whose brightest threads are each a wasted day?
Is it thy will—Love that I love so well—
That my Soul’s House should be a tortured spot
Wherein, like evil paramours, must dwell
The quenchless flame, the worm that dieth not?
Nay, if it be thy will I shall endure,
And sell ambition at the common mart,
And let dull failure be my vestiture,
And sorrow dig its grave within my heart.
Perchance it may be better so—at least
I have not made my heart a heart of stone,
Nor starved my boyhood of its goodly feast,
Nor walked where Beauty is a thing unknown.
Many a man hath done so; sought to fence
In straitened bonds the soul that should be free,
Trodden the dusty road of common sense,
While all the forest sang of liberty,
Not marking how the spotted hawk in flight
Passed on wide pinion through the lofty air,
To where some steep untrodden mountain height
Caught the last tresses of the Sun God’s hair.
Or how the little flower he trod upon,
The daisy, that white-feathered shield of gold,
Followed with wistful eyes the wandering sun
Content if once its leaves were aureoled.
But surely it is something to have been
The best beloved for a little while,
To have walked hand in hand with Love, and seen
His purple wings flit once across thy smile.
Ay! though the gorged asp of passion feed
On my boy’s heart, yet have I burst the bars,
Stood face to face with Beauty, known indeed
The Love which moves the Sun and all the stars!
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Menopausal women gather under the tall elms
in a green sward of cooling breezes
Nearby the rushing river is so a-tonally melodic now
As they forgive their ignorances, their mistakes
Their dilatory dreams, their half-steps that backlashed
Their quenchless unseen fire now
the consoling measure of their days
of their secret songs
knowing for those who need,
nothing dies
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:19 AM UTC
I miss you
I miss everything about you
There was an intimacy swollen in my heart
But has faded in your eyes
But my love is strongest,purest
I shall never forget
How much I loved you
and love you still.
Your smile touches the deepest corners of my heart
There was a time, when i knew I was yours
but that has also passed.
How can I forget the sparkle
on the ***** of your laughter
The magic in your eyes
The ticklish banter.
How I wish time froze
and I was forever yours
Till the sun goes down
Till the stars all die
Till the gleam of the moon
does never flood the sky.
You may never know
How you have arrested my whole
Perhaps you shall never see
and never know
the abyss of my longing-
an quenchless fire deep below.
But till the tide of time
embraces the last grain of sand
Till autumn's last leaf
is swept away from land
Till our entwined souls
meekly to faith surrender
I will love you true
Forever and ever.
Apr 20, 2012
Apr 20, 2012 at 11:11 PM UTC
Written here lies Death
Stolen from thorny bed
To ohcre hills supreme
Listen, Hark his corny scream.
Where ist thy rest
Thy nest
Thou bubonic plague
Thou quenchless drought
Thou fierant rage
Speaks silent midst of hill
Least silent under my windowsill
Aught but light takes this cheery gill
Not Death’s wide spread
Despite it’s fevered ill
In many minds doth overtake
In simple minds, an earthquake.
But gathered in our princely arms..
Big F You to these ailing qualms.
Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 11:50 PM UTC
Self contamination charred an insurgent heart,
A soul's frail remnants combatively desecrate.
Fading to nothingness, his being a mere hull,
Wailing goes unheard in this putrid hollow den.
The air's stench reflective of a fowl sordid life.
Insatiable quenchless greed paired with vainglory
Gives rise to full-scale fated annihilation,
Detachment and desolation seize sanity.
Obscurely repressed memories randomly flash,
Shadows appear and ill willed voices resonate.
Through mad distorted conceptualization,
He envisions himself stepping out of his doom.
Delusional thoughts provoke him to attempt flight,
Somehow elude his inevitable demise...
Yet enfeeblement proves to be victorious,
Powerless to climb he resigns to the darkness.......
Sep 13, 2016
Sep 13, 2016 at 12:28 AM UTC
Shadower of the valley, dying of wisdom--
strung along since seven holes played
the Charmer's flute.
The licentiousness of your poetry, makes
days of worship drag along, inspiring
idleness in all its wickedness.
Leveler of leagues, unlikely elbows falling
together in deeds.
You freeze a whorled dance in the hollowed
trunk of a tree, to wait out the world you
impel.
Forever retiring to the terrible weight of its
foundation, having had the gall to drink its
basest, bitterest secretion.
Poison by any, and no other name...quenchless
blows by the scepter of you in deserted time.
As the truth be hidden in plain sight, so they
to you for salvation.
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Shining
light.
The
light of
inquiry.
Small
vivid,
yet hopelessly
inadequate.
Light.
Reflections
into the
quenchless
striking black.
Walking
the shadowy
void.
Flashing
lights.
Searching.
Searching
for answers,
meaning.
Truth.
Looking
to learn.
What’s seen,
minuscule
meaningless.
Truth seeking
beyond scope.
Beyond
seekers
comprehension.
Life!
Fools errand.
Sisyphean
in nature,
crunching
Infinity’s
realm.
Nonetheless,
undaunted
pressing on.
Mar 17, 2022
Mar 17, 2022 at 8:25 AM UTC