"rebounding" poems
Uncharmable charmer
Of Bacchus and Mars
In the sounding rebounding
Abyss of the stars!
O ****** in armour,
Thine arrows unsling
In the brilliant resilient
First rays of the spring!
By the force of the fashion
Of love, when I broke
Through the shroud, through the cloud,
Through the storm, through the smoke,
To the mountain of passion
Volcanic that woke ---
By the rage of the mage
I invoke, I invoke!
By the midnight of madness: -
The lone-lying sea,
The swoon of the moon,
Your swoon into me,
The sentinel sadness
Of cliff-clinging pine,
That night of delight
You were mine, you were mine!
You were mine, O my saint,
My maiden, my mate,
By the might of the right
Of the night of our fate.
Though I fall, though I faint,
Though I char, though I choke,
By the hour of our power
I invoke, I invoke!
By the mystical union
Of fairy and faun,
Unspoken, unbroken -
The dust to the dawn! -
A secret communion
Unmeasured, unsung,
The listless, resistless,
Tumultuous tongue! -
O ****** in armour,
Thine arrows unsling,
In the brilliant resilient
First rays of the spring!
No Godhead could charm her,
But manhood awoke -
O fiery Valkyrie,
I invoke, I invoke!
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In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ’mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw:
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ’twould win me
That with music loud and long
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed
And drunk the milk of Paradise.
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The raindrips are dropping outside for a change,
some way I still feel them draining through my decrepit veins.
Thunderous applause for the storms that wage,
The wars that I've paid for with my strayful ways, day after day.
Come now,
Come play in the swaying waves forming aside my imminent lines,
The ones that play and play on,
Bouncing and rebounding around inside my mind(s).
Tip, typing away,
Fueled by the fires outside this time.
Each of these rampant keys seal away the pains that fray these frail heartstrings.
Filling the gutters with the utterances that speak the futile fightings,
Flying through the air,
With the nimbus lighting my way through the faintest of nighttime scenes,
Hoping these barely discernable dreams are the ones that will see me through the day.
Easing my restless heart with the chaos rains that thunder and pour,
They sway my mind to sleep.
Pray,
that it will all be over soon,
or perhaps,
even today.
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 9:06 PM UTC
Whenever I look at you
I know what I'm doing
Isn't making it any better
But I still look at you
Almost every day
I try to feed myself
With your willingness
Your "beauty"
Which isn't really your beauty
But just a cheap
Shortened version thereof
A minute long relationship
If I think you're really hot
And it's a sad one
It's a rebound I live
Every day
I keep rebounding with you
But it doesn't seem like
I ever bounce away from her
Sometimes I wish
You were someone real
But then I'd be crying
Even harder
Because I'd be giving more
Of myself away to you
So maybe it's better that
I only see images of you
I cry enough already
And I need a rebound
But rebounds don't work for me
You don't work for me
But I still give myself to you
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 2:49 AM UTC
On the ocean of life I
Dropped thought-pebbles
Resonances in winds
Rebounding in ripples
Actions born in countless waves
Triggering counter-actions!
Cataracts of wonders, suddenly
Vomiting volumes of gold
Pouring golden flames
Into life ocean purities
Bouncing up hills and valleys
In voyage of expectations
Creating realities in emeralds!
Tumbling air in blues
Skies beatific glory binges
In endless waves in azure skies
Echoing sounds of depth
Deeper than the deep
Launching into the Deep
Harvesting immortal gold
Reaping eternal glory!
Mar 14, 2019
Mar 14, 2019 at 9:28 AM UTC
your kisses make me feel at home,
make me wanna stay at that moment,
pause my life in that instant
our lips touch with love
and not separate them never again
Your arms are the warmest thing that hold me ever
I can feel our hearts meet and start beating at the same time every time you hold me
And I smile
there I feel safe and small
like nothing matters beside us
Mornings are better if I wake up by your side
in your arms, nothing can hurt me
your love surrounds me
and your kisses are the cure of everything
But your eyes
I can’t translate into any idiom what they make me feel
because instead of butterflies I can feel all kinds of insects rebounding in my stomach every time you look at me with those brown eyes
Oct 26, 2018
Oct 26, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC
It's happened again
cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents
One man finds a mate
through an easy game of chase the scar,
Lazy frowning and statued emotion
Her eyes sparkled in such a kindred flame
Artificially, just as the sad boy does
rebounding desperation on both parts
He as the hermit,with a minimal compassion
She played the role for all affection
Drove her half mad, cutting lonely
A last chance to see him to the dance
pupils strayed off, eating the smoke
For a couple months, I think, maybe more
Distance was death for the loving seperation
Caring is old, the premature pleasure maker
Chakra cats and Vampire disease
Chased with blood, drunk on a rhapsody
The girl dumped the filthy ****** baggage
Humbly fornicating with a more fitting fellow
Similar in grace and taste
Aspirations and dependence on denser levels
Red to black or black and blue
With a new foundation built
Companion demolition, scheduled for certain
Love sued the suit and Brothers close at heart
It's happened again
Cupid has cycled his laughing cast
Without discretion, displayed in viscous currents
Nov 18, 2013
Nov 18, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
hard-candy crunches between
chattering teeth--warm blue
drool pools down wet chin. wet skin
reeks of chlorine, and swimsuit
sticks to piggy thighs
and pancake chest. eyes
are everywhere: eyes to stare
and judge and mock
and compare. it’s unfair
how these other girls eat
chips and pizza yet
their bodies are set to be
nubile marble demigoddesses
living off six pomegranate seeds.
i am teenage Taweret.
the unforgiving spandex drips
upon the floor, as if i had peed. quick!
get a towel, you’re ruining the parquet!
leg bones, feet bones hit the floor,
followed by white waves of flesh, always late,
rebounding wetly. bones and fat.
soggy pig bones.
Aug 7, 2013
Aug 7, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
NUCLEAR FISSION & A PISTON
distracted by the shine
rebounding resounding wave of care
hit in the chest, square
I am the cylinder and you are the tube
and the way you always move against this liquid love
well, darling you're bound to combust.
it's science.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 2:24 AM UTC
Every time I forget,
or, at least,
seemed to forget,
you'd come back and haunt me with your stares.
Every time I finally
wasn't thinking about you,
you'd be there
to fill up my thoughts once more.
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 8:47 AM UTC
How overly flawed
My mistakes are,
As they flew
Breathlessly
Under the skyline.
I exhaled those regrets
But they kept on
Rebounding
Back at me.
Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 2:38 AM UTC
An ebbing pulse of syrupy bees
Illuminating the forgotten namesake
For the sake of acoustic agreement.
FOR THOU SHALL NOT TOUCH
The ebbing pulse
Of syrupy bees.
In the origin of all our sticky swarm
Our namesake is remembered--
As the sticky swarm a rebounding
Reaching
Retracting arm claws--
As our faceless SAKES rebound again.
For the Just in case.
Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 4:12 AM UTC
The habitual morning nicotine ritual - exercising rites of many bored day runs for marijuana seekers in the combustible wheel-turning mechanisms of search and by no means of excellence - speaking simplistic languages - concerned with being full
full of joy, full of joy, full of joy
Determined to the final goodbye, the doldrums of steam-heat villages
Walking casually - robbed of daydreaming spectacle
twenty years to outer space, inner space - diving up like water bobbing air pockets
Tasting the Big Sky - delighting in just one event - and everyone's correct opinion concerning all as it is and as it used to stand - it changed- watch it change- the ebbing and flowing pinpricks pulse with time & desensitizing imagery
Going home - to the mists of the attic
Father/mother/son - a question of relation
Naming the precise, exact moment when the abstract word becomes idea - thought - turning - mind rebounding off the word - the principles - ideas - underlying reason - implications - emotional offense and nonsense
Jan 20, 2011
Jan 20, 2011 at 6:01 PM UTC
This *****
Artificially awake
Lydia
apples 20 years have passed
oranges i want a do over
manhole cover coins
savage glares across the 4 wheeled property lines
young moms not giving a **** that's alright
kiss of sun hidden from
anxious from blue oak , it's ridges pluming in the dappled twist
and floundering wave, wiggling wave of oak leaves green as frogs.
ponytail suzy, *** from galaxy sci-fi
i brought up a cup while it was empty there,
but so distracted by my own trembling effort,
every hair a furry hood, every fatty fixture of my face a rebounding basset hound
tennis shoes up to my neck, dumb naked in my greenery,
already old somehow, the window closing,
the permanency of parks, like a stilletto in a limosine,
green fixture of my white blinded attempt to see tomorrow,
tourist .
thoughts of Sylvia
, my gaping awe at the feminine,
and its green garden.
-cbrander
Jun 26, 2022
Jun 26, 2022 at 12:26 PM UTC
Spurious words and spinning wheels
grasping the unmade road
crossing streams of deserted hinterlands
sparing no weakness
Plenty in the fork of the day
shining down like twilight
whittling down the breeze of night
and smashing up the stars
Meandering past the lazy groves
grain in corsets
musk in roses
pushing the littlest hearts
and raising their eyes to the sky
a glimpse and a glimmer
sparkle of the waters
and we were unshackled
lost
In more ways than one
you whispered in the tiniest hours
and I heard the edges of your echoes
resounding slowly and gradually
rebounding for more
filling the universe.
Aug 18, 2012
Aug 18, 2012 at 10:16 AM UTC
The wind-chime tolls,
Whispering tales of old,
In the late evening so cold,
Answering the calls of a wolf howl;
A figure stood alone,
In the shadows of fear and fright,
For he but have only to hide,
Until the passing of the night’s grim tide;
Trees rustled in the distance,
As a hooded soul walks in silence,
Cloaked and shrouded in moonlight’s defiance,
He was unconcerned by the stranger’s appearance;
Lips of crimson red,
And eyes dark and seemingly dead,
She glanced at him with not a word,
But somehow he completely understood;
The wind-chime jingles,
While the stars dance a merry twinkle,
For two lonely souls with hearts so brittle,
Had found each other to slowly whittle;
It was a story with many a retelling,
And each of it with no happy ending,
For when love arrives two worlds start colliding,
Taking a toll on those involved like a spell rebounding.
@byizn
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 9:05 PM UTC
Sweeping the dust away
Around our feet
In endless circles
Proving drowning was
Never the case
For you babe
On the verge
Of rebounding to
A plain sight
Constant reminders due
Weeks ago
Lies swarming subconsciously
Waking, rolling, and floating..
Itching, burning, and pounding..
Jogging carelessly back
To base
Was the first issue
Oct 23, 2010
Oct 23, 2010 at 1:21 AM UTC
moving forward from A to B
to eternity
from milliseconds to eons
from a tick of the clock
to a heartbeat
to a lifetime
each measure, a length of string
determined by Fates
or a burning wick
in a roomful of candles
where nothing can be earned
time spent
time left
with universes in between
life's images captured in a puddle
harmonic resonance ripples through the calm
radiating outward
energy rebounding and returning to stillness
reflections of a harvest moon
on white rushing waters
blue electricity crackling on crest tops
as waves unfurl on shores
and return to oceans
a vision viewed since antiquity
moments of time shared with ancients
and generations
tallied by stars and grains of sand
Aug 18, 2010
Aug 18, 2010 at 10:40 AM UTC
I shift swiftly from the window sill
Fearless after forlorn grievances
Hey Taylor you have me believin'
Failed love stories, you're just teasin'
Eighteen years and I reached maturity
Listened to your ballads, felt amorous
I can't ask that you'll write me a song
I must confess, I think of you all day long
I want you to see me, white horse mounted
Rescue you from a life rebounding
I raise a hand and pray to the lord
But you're the reason for the teardrops on my keyboard
Why can't you see... me?
Are we meant to be?
I would hold your hand,
let your soul fly free.
Apr 18, 2013
Apr 18, 2013 at 4:44 PM UTC
Blasphemy!
Must you harass my soul
Heat breathes from within
Ah! How you vex
Mocked assurity
charismatic inquity
Magnetically persuaded
Hell can be evaded
But once
Pantomime with my
Heart strings
Positvely attracted
To that which is negatively
Perceived
With so much ease
Doth that rock role down
The hill
Artificial light...
Crushed with each rotation
How hard fell I for you
Upon a hill...
Upon a hill...
Repeatedly pelted
With this divine purpose
Blasphemy!
Must it be
This sin I furtively commit
Wilting
Internally
Looked upon as if
My skin is no longer adhered to these decayed bones
Looking inside of me
My downfalls
Splashed in my face
Oh! I'm melting!
...for her
But a consonant
No larger than a rock in the road
Return to me
Reverberation occurs
Rebounding off the walls of
Your thought cavity
He...R
Three dots seperate me from
"Straight is the path and narrow is the way"
And
Homosexuality
~Deciding Factor~
Jan 19, 2013
Jan 19, 2013 at 9:05 PM UTC
Pennies casually dropped to the distant depths in gathering pending hope to wishing wells
Moonbeams caught amongst their silvery slivers of light amongst themselves
Quiet whispers rebounding of that chatter of fates bent confusing and strange ways
Echoes like ripples from lakes surface created by skipping stones vibrate through life’s days
Searching into the distant horizons shot with heat haze fortune cookies shatter break
Emotions in gathering ripples travel ev outward causing those ripples cross life’s lake
Standing silent watching with eyes that search my soul standing apart from that crowd
Wonder why they rush about trying to be the things that they are not and they need be so loud
Warm hands still remembering the days that now be past treasuring those holding recent memories
Thoughts of times so different like summer childhoods never ending breeze such things they are these
White edged satin azure sky blue days that seemed to have no end fraying satin now it still it clings to lace
Memories even those photographs growing yellowed and torn with age they can’t replace your face
Moving sideways shifting to greet the mornings early light another day is christened dawns first shimmering light
People shuffle move about pretending they are real but like the mice in programmed corridors they drift through life’s mazes
But ever watching smiling tempted sometimes to laugh but never shedding raindrop tears observing from on high
Those tear shaped raindrops from my weary eyes so much of life they've seen are falling like those pennies from the sky
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 4:53 AM UTC
Through a garden bedecked in the finest façade
In a natural beauty of eons compiled
An assault to the senses which quickens the pulse
Yet soothing the detail, organically styled
Its borders haphazard yet clearly defined
By a frenzied assortment of pollen clad blooms
Enhancing creation with lust and a craving
With nectar, ambrosia scented perfume
The thickets and bushes, with industry cloaked
A sprawling utopia thriving therein
With bees and with butterflies drinking their fill
And drizzled in webs which the spiderfolk spin
A meandering trail through flourishing life
An encouraging push from the sun to my rear
Entrancing, the chill of the dew underfoot
Yet thrusting itself like an ice laden spear
My sight is attracted by hidden desire
To a door at the crest of a flurry of stairs
And the stone of the flight is as fire to my soles
After languishing still as the midsummer glares
The door is ajar and within comes the sound
Of a single piano, adeptly caressed
Each note sends a shiver rebounding around me
In purity soaked and perfection possessed
I make my way forward and darkness inside
Removes me of sight as my pupils adjust
And the air is intense as a northerly breeze
And shimmers in motes cut of sunlight and dust
My eyes become clear and before me they see
Cascading and dancing a musical frieze
A picture in motion, a fairytale path
In a spectrum of tones and a myriad keys
Inspiration her name and the course she describes
Is a poem in light to beguile the mind
She speaks with her body, a wordless refrain
Of a mystery poets have clamoured to find
A pipe cuts a harmony no one could play
Distilling forever the passage of time
And though such a symphony draws at the tongue
Causality never once utters a rhyme
A pattern of shimmering images form
Behind inspiration and quickening pace
To fade with the music and ever be lost
Lest the pen of a poet can hold them in place
Most fickle of muses and teaser of tongues
To flirt with despair and to promise elation
We chase but remaining just out of out reach
Is the ghost of a girl which we call ‘Inspiration’
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 5:06 PM UTC
Imperial palaces
sweeping the landscapes for
miles beyond the eye's vision
gleaming in their perennial silhouettes
sparkling down the dies
shimmers of light rebounding off their sharp heads
piercing the sky
and the eagles
soaring round incessantly
until the clouds move to their momentum
spinning on apparent winds
grudging none their splendour
printing the ages.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 8:47 PM UTC