"relents" poems
She has galaxies in her eyes
Her hope could fill oceans, and still have more to spare
When she opens her mouth, birds stop to listen
And rain reverently relents in its pounding.
She has galaxies in her eyes
Her laughter is infectious, a disease you want to catch.
And when she’s sad, you don't know what to do
It’s a shock, because she’s always grinning
She has joy at her fingertips
Her imagination fills libraries
When she sleeps, her dreams manifest themselves
Becoming wonderful stories that you wish to live out
She has joy at her fingertips
A bright aura follows her like a kitten,
And wraps itself around everyone she touches
She has joy at her fingertips
And galaxies in her eyes
And everywhere she goes, you smile.
Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 9:29 PM UTC
The rain falls softly on the sleeping city…. Cloaked in the blanket of a monsoon lull…. A few stray dogs scamper for shelter as the first storm of the season colours the dawn a deeper crimson…..
The thunder rumbles from the north east…a deep slow sonorous sound coming from the underbellies of the moisture laden atmosphere…..
The soft drizzle forms a hazy blanket of morning mist around the city…..already stirring with the first signs of life…. The resurrection of the everyday work-a-day world…….
The musical tinkling of a bell echoes around as a pushcart brimming with flowers rushes down the street, hurrying to the market…fresh, preened and ready…to be sold to the highest bidder…
The soft music of the approaching storm inspires a boatman, out on the holy river, to sing…… his voice echoes over the bass of the thunder……a plaintive pleasant humming……the nuances of the bhatiali fill up the empty cracks in the morning……
The rain deepens…………the drizzle expands into the monsoons first downpour… pitter-patter sings the rain, reverberating off a thousand tin roofs……the sky darkens……enveloping the dawn in its grey being…..
Somewhere, someone tunes a harmonium…..clears a throat…a hand draws a curtain aside…..
The peaceful reassurance of the daily azaan spreads out from the mosque…..calling the faithful to prayer…..
The flower vendor…now setting up shop, attaching an extra strip of plastic sheet to fend off the rain…. Stops a moment and bows his head as the nearby tolling of a bell and the sound of a conch shell being blown announces the beginning of a new day in god’s abode….
A woman kneels down in a pew…..praying…..the calm of the church mirrored in her peaceful face…..
The rain looks down at the city……..now, half awake…slowly stretching its limbs……..stirring from the depths of a restless rest…………awakening to the jangling of a bread earner’s faith……
The shower relents……..probably giving in to all the Monday morning groans and grumbles emanating from a city forced back into consciousness…..
Finally, all that remains is the moisture on the flower vendor’s tarpaulin and the shadow of the boatman’s song on the rippled river…….
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 11:23 AM UTC
PART I: ADRIFT
Madness passed Misery
and bumped into me.
We travel together now,
Islands lost at sea.
Ahead, Tomorrow rides,
pinned to the sunrise.
Yesterday dogs us,
marking our tides.
Empty atolls pass
on windborne paths.
Now homes to only bones;
more dead outcasts.
The Ocean never laments
or attempts to make sense.
We just wander across it
until living relents.
PART II: VAGRANT
Lagoon to lagoon,
harboring my tether.
Giving me shelter
from daily storms.
Lost in the masts,
a paper boat.
Taking on water...
as expected.
A lucky hook
snares the soggy craft.
Dried and opened:
a cry for .
When no reply came,
a folded flotilla
Whitened the water,
a cry now screaming.
This harbor now empties.
My travels resume.
PART III: DREAM
The sea fades to gulls, and then,
a delta rushed with mountainfulls.
I've become a salmon fighting upstream,
an island lost in a riverbed dream.
Aug 26, 2015
Aug 26, 2015 at 11:30 AM UTC
Her tears fade the paper
As the ink begins to run
She'll find no peace inside her
Until her work is done
Her emotions hold her captive
As she writes with all her might
She struggles with her passion
Til late into the night
She has to tell her story
As she brushes away the stains
The poet keeps on writing
As her teardrops fall like rain
A heart that's once been broken
Will guide her skillful hand
She's writing from her emptyness
Hoping all will understand
She writes until she's hollow
Or her heartache finally relents
Her tears become her poetry
Each time the poet laments
Apr 22, 2010
Apr 22, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
i.
in your love, boy,
a summertime of dream,
a kiss on the winter wind.
ii.
in your love, boy,
a sky of lotus,
a sea that never relents.
iii.
in your love, boy,
a jealous heartbeat
sweetened by a kiss.
iv.
in your love, boy,
the wonders of the earth
the white mist of the hills.
v.
in your love, boy,
the honeyed kiss of the breeze.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:33 PM UTC
It all goes tha' knows
the memory loss
the failing sight
the sleep at night and
then they put you in a home.
Can't find my own testosterone, it's probably gone as well, but each day reminds me, occasionally,
that at times it's better to look and not see.
Under each rock you will find the place where the enemy sits with a smiling face, the memory key on the odd occasion relents to set me free.
Pontefract cakes and rhubarb wraps, designed to taste nice, are life's little traps.
I fall into it and them, time after time, and after more time I fall in again.
It's getting late too and I can't wait to jump through the mirror that opens the way.
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 4:44 PM UTC
Ubiquitously, ideas are conceived,
I wholly in you as you are in me,
This father tells his son with certainty.
Escape, we cannot, this universal reality.
Right or wrong dualities, balance, not explained,
Its instability privately entertained,
The constance of truth’s demise.
Words, alone, cannot suffice
When clarity is shadowed by
Renown contrived lies.
Freedom relents,
Best wishes set forth, then go astray.
Evil dominates good’s intent,
When humanity ceases to speak, ignorance’s silence reigns.
Those chosen step forward alone, while the rest fade away
Into the dark truths, they’ve conveyed.
Their beliefs, a glowing flame’s frenzied trance,
Drawn to, the timorous souls, who’s to say,
For such admiration would not behoove to take the chance.
They desire to part from their union with despair,
Willing to let self-identity disappear.
Granted access into an incredible nothingness,
No need forever the seeking of more,
There to find, the new you, self assured.
Told, they are, others less fortunate cannot relate,
For they have not been chosen to reach this special state.
Foolishly they never ask why?
Those who have gone before them have yet to send back a sign.
How much you believed in them and they you,
Within the moment after, you knew,
All the words exchanged and trusted were falsely construed.
You’ve lost, yet have they won?
Who’s going to tell the truth to your four year old son?
Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:30 AM UTC
snagged on wheat stalks, no
shoes, a sheet of hair in the sun
everybody can hear me and no
one can hear me, crashing through
the tall grass on a wolf trail, slapped
by ears of corn, the tall grass relents
against me
shush, shush, shush,
but my feet
have never left the ground and the
durum sticks to my sweat, out here
in the wilderness.
May 14, 2013
May 14, 2013 at 10:55 PM UTC
i.
dusk melts into walls
and corners,
the sun begins to dip,
below the earth
little islands of
light and shadow.
ii.
the light softens,
carries us towards
the sentry keeper
of the blue earth
the night’s noble
gaze.
iii.
rose-wood and indigo,
immense cloud
washed-out like
faded denim,
stars in summer’s hollowy skies.
iv.
as dark as a tinted window
the land breaks free
from the sun, dissolves
into shadows bent
into a thousand shapes
and altitudes
like softening rivers
of the mind.
v.
uncovered, the night
forgets it flowers and its
prisms, relents to magical
seas of black ink.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 7:38 AM UTC
Along I strolled a country path
spread with leaves of happy shade,
sunspots sprinkled on the turf,
insects humming in the glade.
Towering gumtrees soar aloft
running mauve to whitish tan,
strips of bark hang limply downward
richly capped with leafy crown.
The great bowl squats, it’s fan of
massive roots inumerable.
The leaves are wet
and silver sunlight sparks from sheen to sheen,
dazzling those who care to notice
moss so green,
and lacelike in it’s tiny brittle intricacy
Sunlight stirs the breeze to eddy
swirls of leaves in turn do bring
the brown eyed blackbird out to sing
his lilting challenge;
blue crisp air.
Delightful is the word I choose
to announce my sentiments,
nature in late summer gown,
drab winter in disgust
relents another day with thunderous frown.
Marshalg
Ferntree Gully
26th March 1969
Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 12:52 PM UTC
I have seen the world anew
and never seen beauty like my love
I hunger for her
she is sweeter than honey
kinder than a summer rain
I see her form and know I am unworthy,
to brush her flesh must be forbidden
to consume her is my every dream
the hunger to ravage her torments me
her curves and form are perfection
they grab and twist at all the passions of my soul
my body aches to see her flesh bare and glowing
God created her for me
yet I know I am unworthy of such beauty
so sublime she is that I ravage her at every opportunity
always knowing I am not worthy
my hunger still does not subside
to pleasure her is the pinnacle of my every dream
seeing her in rapture is like ten thousand sunsets
fire and passion calling for the night
her hair like golden strands of silk
cascading across the summit
flowing in the wind like tall grass in a summer field
with eyes deep and mysterious as the sea
blue as the spring sky
her ******* like two perfect suns
dancing through the sky
lighting all the world with warmth and passion
feeding all life as they follow their arcs
her hips and thighs like smooth dunes
formed by the soft wind curving and shaping them to perfection
slow and smooth shapes as only nature can sculpt
with its endless patience and mindless will
at her seat two perfect crescents
moving through the heavens overwhelming the stars
tracing orbits set from the beginning of time
their reflected light captivates
it consumes me as I bathe in its glory
where the dunes meet, golden fields bathed in the sun
an oasis of plenty awaits
The triune points form its boundaries
at the apex, the drive of my very existence awaits
in the sight of this glory
I tremble and quake
love and lust fill my heart
like being driving to madness
pursuing till she relents to me
opening her body to the rapture I demand
a kiss so deep and sweet
it takes our breath
her lips so soft
the suns heave with anticipation of glory
with crescents rocking the heavens
the earth moves with us
building, climbing, rising into the night
we must have release from this torment and pleasure
It comes like waves
we bathe in oceans of ecstasy
sweet release
sweet release
sweet release
spent and weak for this short time
I can bathe in her beauty without the torment of my lusts
to caress her skin without hunger
It will not last
while it does I will whisper songs of love in her ear
my soul laid bare
not tainted by the lust of my *****
maybe minutes, maybe hours
my torment will resume
but for now
love alone
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 3:08 PM UTC
catatonic patagonia rumbles off beyond the tilt in world spheres unknown unproven
a wasteland
not there, here but who wastes land decides where the waste lands as mist obscures trees like it knows its aesthetic knows the beating heart the focused eye rolling forming subversive lands and wanderings unmasked only by forward march and direct sunlight move like mist feel the fog crawl up rock faces and empty spaces foot calf hamstring submerged in secrecy
shoot bearings lose bearings shoot bearings lost bearings the bering strait rushes further than the south andes get strait to the point the peak the top unfolding dips and precipices, teetering on the edge of identity can't see can't see where what
but the fog relents revealing a why that sits a while then crumbles like a letter left in the laundry or the will to lift both feet from this earth
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 6:33 PM UTC
Vision...the perpetual resurrection of light,
tipping point whose interstice of darkness
is overcome, spreads the image clear.
Furrowing the brow of space like a great
perennial philosophy--the nexus of
contradistinction and unanimity.
Brilliant point via wave, wave via point lit
manifest...hence, objects to sequence the
speed of light which relents time.
Unerring panorama whose open ended gape
presupposes the conclusive evidence of
poetic salt in all its worthiness.
At the starry behest of a many-sunned
convention, apace with rarefied perception.
Vision...the illusory stasis of light, whose
translation is perception--mines the fusion
of angles, of a three hundred and sixty
degree order.
This plenary dispatch, exalting the sum of its
parts...inbuilt fractal minding, mining parts
which are The Sum.
...Om...
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC
While we sit at the bar my body begins yearning
Then our arms graze and my depths are burning
I want to leave right then and there
But I have to stay put in my chair
No one has ever made me feel this way
My attraction is so strong I can barely keep it at bay
I run my hand up and down your thigh
The anticipation that’s building is making me high
After what seems like forever we leave and head home
My thoughts fill with what we will do when we are alone
Once all the barriers disappear
And I can finally pull you near
We make it home and our tongues begin to dance
I know my patience doesn’t stand a chance
Our clothes are off as we go through the bedroom door
I’m getting excited now and crave so much more
We start to caress each other everywhere
I’ve been ready all night so there’s not much to prepare
I lay you down and begin my descent
You return the favor while my body relents
My senses take over and my thoughts become hazy
We finally connect and it drives me crazy
Moving together we find our sweet pace
The feelings of ecstasy written all over my face
Sounds of pleasure fill up the room
We move faster as instincts take over and our desire blooms
I succumb and revel in every piece of you
Your eyes tell me that you are reveling too
Time seems to freeze
As we too quickly bring each other to our knees
I lay there in carnal bliss
With barely enough energy for a goodnight kiss
We fall asleep intertwined
And I’m smiling because you are all mine
Jan 7, 2017
Jan 7, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
I
In an instant they knew, as sure as the sun comes out each morn, that their destinies will never be the same again. And they embraced and sat in, waiting for the rain to stop and for reality to wake them up.
It didn't and thus they lay when they were found by the villagers, in an embrace and some say with a smile on their faces. Nobody knew what happened, it seems like they were alive one minute and gone the next...
II
We closed our eyes and let the darkness consume us. Then, holding hands, we flew to the star in the middle of Orion's belt. We were dressed in loose transparent garments. We found a bed of hay-like material to lie. Our hands softly explored each other while our mouths kissed a million kisses.
'Let's stay here forever', she says. Undecided, her lover relents to the only love he has known. When they awaken, they find themselves in a field filled with strawberries and pumpkin. He grabs some strawberries and feeds his love and eats some. They explore the field hand in hand creating a trail of fluttering butterflies as they walk.
She thinks, I need a bath and immediately they're transported to a gorgeous river where the water rushes at just the right speed to refresh and yet not be swept away.
Mar 3, 2013
Mar 3, 2013 at 8:30 AM UTC
the star of the star of the morning
is restful and breathful and free
the star of the star of the evening
blossoms dark as a shadowy tree,
the waves drive out far in their rivers
as blue as a star in the sky,
and the darkness relents for her shivers
must finally die.
waves turning and burning and dancing
clouds wandering e'er ever on
and the darkness that finds the new morning,
as cold as stark night's bitter song,
oh, brother who wept for my sisters
no tears as alive as their breath
swept out where the wild sea blisters
and pain knows of death.
wild whispers, wild birds and the fury
of waves that sing out to the clouds
the death then of life that we bury
laid out in the whitest of shrouds
the sea, oh, the sea, how she sings me
a song of a dance never sung
and her rhythms soon calm and placate me
her bell solemn rung.
and sweet love is the journey i strive for
as blue as a mysterious sea
and the love is a fruit full of succor,
and the moment will live e'er free,
you stand tragic as a painting so mournful
alone as a poet who rests,
and the lull of the storms here at night fall
the sea's treasure chests.
the day wraps the night in her roses
and night wraps the day in her sight
and midnight's soft moonlight supposes
that day is a journey e'er bright,
and love was a love still forever
and love had no rose in her bower
for the floor of the sea like a feather
the delicatest flower.
May 11, 2019
May 11, 2019 at 7:45 AM UTC
True, best laid plans shall go awry.
Now, sadly, this I've found.
Cheap lies that make the bold heart cry
Make same hearts seek new ground.
Exceptions, though, exist there do
That challenge such a rule.
Cheap metronome my chest holds to
Is proof, the stubborn mule.
The space between my ears cries stop!
We shall not bear such weight.
This ruined mass won't be your prop,
We shan't stay in this state.
To eyes it cries, affix elsewhere.
Out of mind if out of sight.
Then this reply: Yes, we do care,
But can't see through this night.
The fiend that feeds the warmth to all
Has clouded all we know.
Now we have ceased thanks to this gall.
There's nothing left to show.
Alas, it spirals yet more deep
As systems halt and cease.
This wretched force persists to seep,
Its grip I can't release.
My shell and all but blackened core
Evade this awful dread.
The visceral cries I hear no more
As screams are all I'm fed.
The limbs upon the trunk can't live
Unless the ground is lush.
For if the roots can no more give,
The tree falls to the brush.
This heart, my fallen sylvan soul
Is now the fuel for others.
Uncaring lives that dig the hole
Now feed on fallen brothers.
It's company that sadness seeks.
This, others push away.
Unknowingly, their apathy speaks.
Exacerbate: decay.
So though all but what I protect
Still plead for refuge soon,
Its hold upon me won't forget
The love I still exhume.
As time tries to inter this need
That most seem wont to shun,
I still embrace full life's first seed
For that's how I begun.
Forget me not, the love does cry.
My heart replies, I shan't.
Though all within plead still to fly,
Dismiss this hurt, I can't.
So long as though I have control,
We shall still bear this hurt.
For giving up on love so whole
Would cause life to revert.
So though the pain from her deceit
Relents not, to this day,
Forever hold her here complete,
I shall, she's here to stay.
Feb 24, 2011
Feb 24, 2011 at 7:04 AM UTC
Life bears down
Grabs you by the horns
Takes you head on
It never surrenders
And never relents
All life ever does
Is push you
And so builds
The pressure
Powerful
Insurmountable
You seek only release
But wait
Aren't you master
Of these affairs?
Didn't you drive
These needs out?
After all
Your release is obvious
Aren't there tally marks
Of the flesh
To mark
Every time you gave in
Until finally the desire
Nay even need
Becomes unbearable
Crimson shall be yours
For the low low price
Of weakness
And so finally
At the end of the week
Your tally
Comes out high again
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC
Wolves unhinged mid-wood...
iconically framed between sceptered
pine trees.
Lapis-eyed looks of no return, their
disorienting phospherescence repeating
on distances.
Guttural catches guttural, retarding
to growls.
As the hunt bends time, the murk
of a yellowing dispatch relents a sun.
The gravitas of conquest relents
a soapy, hairbrained white to yoke
a moon...awash sin.
Their stomachs brandish the nourishment
of a co created frenzy.
They, the steeled gates policing a Lot...
whose casualties are pulled apart too
quickly for abject terror.
Feb 20, 2015
Feb 20, 2015 at 10:58 AM UTC
My reclusive muse, realized her fault,
seeing me unkempt and miserable, remorsefully, she melts:
" kept you desolate, my love, it hurts my heart,
you have been sincere, it's my fault"
she kisses with pizzazz, filling me with blazing fire.
Sep 8, 2012
Sep 8, 2012 at 11:38 AM UTC
In the shadow of water
I know your true face.
not in the shadow
but in the feeling of
being in it.
…do you understand?
there’s a coolness
that wraps around me
just right,
like when evening comes
and the southern sun
finally relents its strength of illumination
to the unknowing of night.
through the shade of a wave
opaque enough to dilute
the intensity of the light
but not enough
to stop it from reaching me,
I recognize you.
who are you
that you should linger
in my inner sight
like a sunspot
staining my vision wherever I look,
changing colors
behind my closed eyes?
a stranger?
perhaps I’ve known you
in other lives.
maybe we were lovers.
maybe we were almost lovers.
maybe this is our dance.
we circle each other
like leaves in an eddy,
a brief swirl of proximity
before we’re shot back out
to the flow of the river
like children on a slide,
laughing in our innocence—
in our ignorance.
then comes the
inevitable separation,
the distance,
the peculiar ambiguity
we wear like a skin—
like a camouflage.
but I still see you,
from time to time,
behind the eyes of a stranger
and
I still feel you
whenever I am in
the shadow of water.
May 18, 2025
May 18, 2025 at 9:08 AM UTC
This shroud of darkness is overwhelming
I stumble blindly through it, hoping to grasp onto something familiar
The most powerful of lanterns cannot, will not, pierce this shroud
The darkness, in itself, is alive, moving to engulf this world
Much like light, which only wishes to illuminate this world
But will not, for fear of being extinguished by the darkness
However, there is one torch, one light that defies this shroud
It tries tirelessly to pierce the shroud, continually failing
Until one day, the darkness relents under the powerful gaze, and recedes back
Allowing a single ray of light through
Although the ray is slim and starting to recede, it gives hope
Hope that light will touch this world again
This hope was not just limited to the inhabitants, but also to the lanterns, and torches, and any source of light
This hope became something the darkness feared
It became a force, a force so powerful that is caused lanterns and torches to ignite on their own
Other objects that shouldn't have, emitted a powerful light
The powerful light, which was everywhere, eroded the darkness away
The light triumphing over the darkness
The torch, the one that defied shone brighter than ever in the skys above, destroying any trace of the dark
Soon, the darkness was gone, even the shadows
Save for one shadow, MY shadow
And what a curious shadow it was
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 12:15 AM UTC
When all the church bells cease to toll,
And the ocean tides no longer roll,
When not one beast utters mere a sound,
And no compassion can be found,
When the marching drummer fails to play,
And no beacon remains to show the way,
When every breeze becomes right still,
And each soul relents to his Master's will,
When the whole of man stops in place,
And stares out into empty space,
When earth meets sky; no in-between,
Will be the moment all truth is seen.
Nov 13, 2010
Nov 13, 2010 at 2:55 PM UTC
And when the fire relents
You will find me
Unveiled by the smoke
Standing unmoved
Un yielding
Un changeable
And the wind will catch my hair
My shirt
My jeans
You will find me unmoved
Un yielding
Un changed.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 11:22 PM UTC
After all the things
He spent with me… I was
Never a note — a flower — only
A brief connecting flight.
I am not the type
Clinging to security — yet —
What once were fingers
On delicate hand, are
Crooked — Clawing.
Howbeit his snake coiled,
Relents its wring. And slow release…
Relieves my grief.
Apr 19, 2019
Apr 19, 2019 at 9:12 AM UTC