"remise" poems
i left your wine glass
on my bedside table
for seven days
it settled in the very place
that your hands had aimlessly
chosen
staining a ring around a mostly empty bodice.
mostly empty?
barely full?
you see, for me,
the wine glass was
my way of having you
stay as long as I wanted.
I saw your delicate
fingerprints stamped upon
the stem and body
just as they were on mine, under a tin roof
amidst a blanket of summer rain.
......
i washed the glass tonight
as you boarded the plane to the rest of your life.
i wonder if you'll think of me as you sip on your complimentary glass.
rouge ou blanc, mon amour?
rouge comme mon amour?
ou blanc comme mon remise?
-Anna Blake
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 9:31 PM UTC
I've come to see,
This daylight adrift; amidst.
Refracting my joyless abyss.
Shadows of doubt linger; restless.
Misleading my moral compass,
Distant places that shouldn't exist.
Darkest corners of a timeless eclipse.
The more emotions I emit.
This cloud's progress persist.
So remise, I dismiss fears that are amiss.
Sep 23, 2014
Sep 23, 2014 at 11:37 PM UTC
Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.
Stage One.
The first time you appeared,
you filled my brain with affection,
that felt as if it were like oxygen,
a necessity for my survival.
You came on to me,
fast and overpowering,
feelings I hadn’t felt before,
you and only you is what I grasp onto.
I can’t eat but slowly you consume me.
Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.
Stage Two.
I like turns into I love,
my affection for you is growing like a sponge,
soaking up every bit you can give to me.
Little did I know you were a poisonous being,
embedding yourself into my brain you ***** wretch,
clouding my emotions by threading my prefrontal cortex with detrimental lies.
Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.
Stage Three.
The symptoms are there,
yelling loud and clear like an angry father,
when curfew wasn’t met.
My reality becomes evident when I see your hand in hers,
I become trapped in an ache that I can internally feel,
and that others can physically see in my figure.
I decide to cut you out like a surgeon
and try to mend the pieces that are severed.
Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.
Stage Four.
I try to heal but it seems to be no use,
the ache persists not only in my head,
but has spread to my heart.
My body is conquered by chemical reactions like chemotherapy,
trying to wipe out the memories we have created and disease you are to me.
But still my body, my soul is weak and fragile
like a dry leaf in autumn,
crumbling,
only after time will it be able to remise.
Our love is like a cancer.
I’m fighting for my life again.
Remission.
You are vacant from me,
but you will always linger.
Feb 29, 2012
Feb 29, 2012 at 9:02 PM UTC
Left to surmise
My surprise
Bouquet of Roses
Love devise
Soul remise
Two single Roses
Your device
My demise
Dozen throned Roses
Your disguise
Heart excise
Petal felled Roses
Anger arise
Hate comprise
Black-tipped Roses
Left to surmise
My surprise
Bouquet of Roses
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 6:42 AM UTC
*ants crawl on
slowly*
1.
left eye is hopping fast for days now
and time's but a fair damsel
of delightful illusion
how she taunts and teases you
into sweet oblivion
of wickedly sensual basking
she drugs you with deep charisma
and struts at the doorway of your senses
she clutches onto the tracks in your mind
and claws deep into your ragged psyche
that same old song playing
over and over...
........over
2.
see right through train's chassis
rail sleepers spin vigorously backward
in such frightful haste
to get nowhere
no-one knows the real speed of time
out there.....
but for mere mortals
it's leniently paced in adagio
and parceled in mellowed excruciation
as ants walk serene
alongside the tracks
3.
creep into chaotic patterns
fall into hell
through a secret back door
even satan knows not of
as perched as he is
on his oh-so lofty pile of ordure
his blind heart
sees not
the strobed tracks
of your visiting soul
4.
take a syncopated shot up the arm
from the foul fang of a kind sinner
while saints bathe in fat glory
elsewhere
when you look again
you lie alone in a corner room
broken
yet untethered
tracks to heaven so obscured
by
your paradoxical attempts at levity
on the twisted playground of life's malady
5.
how badly you tripped
so many **** times
you ....got in the way
of your
own
remise
each time you fell
you looked UP
expecting help
when all the while
the answers lay
at your feet:
[your own mistakes are authentic and real;
you try to fox-tread out
but trying to turn your back on a *****
called destiny - equals catastrophe personified
oh, she WILL beckon you back
with her crooked finger
most kindly
to ensure no overdue lessons wait too long.....]
*the ants crawl on
so
slowly*
S T, Wed 10 July 2013
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 6:52 AM UTC
I haven't seen her in years
My shining star
My guiding light
My happiness
My remise
My angel
She saved my life
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 7:52 AM UTC
I'm taking the time out to say
that over the years my hair will gray
so long as this wisdom wise
fails compromise
so long as the promise lies
fails remise
so long as our love cries
I'm taking the time out to say
that over the years our hair will gray
Despite the way I feel today.
Apr 23, 2011
Apr 23, 2011 at 10:33 AM UTC
Oh as the grass does grow
And the river does flow
When I hear the wind blow
It is then that I know
How He has made me
More unique than the tallest tree
More precious than the daintiest of bee
More close than that of the morning breeze
It is then that I see
How it is all his fame
That by his vein
And in his name
And with my shame
It is then that I proclaim
How He has kept his promise
Being the one who is sinless
Loving me when I did not want his kiss
He found me in my remise
It is then to see this
Wonderful
Lovable
Merciful
Unshakable
The One who was and is
And is to come
Who was then
And then was done
He is the Son
Of the One who made all to come
You know his name
He is without blame
But yet he came
To take away all the shame
And give us his first and precious name.
He is Jesus
Jan 30, 2023
Jan 30, 2023 at 10:58 PM UTC
The bed against the wall
near the crucifix
on the wall above the bed
and a small lamp
on the bedside cabinet,
et sonus campanae,
time to rise
and prepare for Matins
opened the shutters
over the windows
to catch dawn's 5am light,
and she said
come back to bed
I want you to make love
to me again,
George in the toilets
getting water in the jug
for absolutions
but said nothing
because of the Grand Silence,
Dio parla nel silenzio
the Italian monk said
after Mass as we walked
from the church,
sunlight came and went
as we walked along
the cloisters after Lauds,
O Lord help me to be pure
but not yet
Augustine(saint) said,
I wondered that as I washed
down the walls
of the sluice room
after Terce smell of bleach
in my nose,
la remise de soi à Dieu
the French monk
told me as I helped
tidy the sacristy
before Sext and lunch
stomach moaning,
she was small but she
had this way about ***
that was tireless,
Hugh spoke
of his father's visit
and his father thought
he'd make abbot
but he left years later
and married,
the bell tolled
in the cloister
the French monk held
the rope as we entered
for lunch and grace prayers
and readings by the reader
maybe Cromwell's life,
hablar y Dios te escucha
the Spanish monk said
the rain fell as we waited
for Vespers
and I saw a rainbow,
it is easy to forgive
a child who is afraid
of the dark but the real
tragedy of life
is when men
are afraid of the light
said Gareth quoting Plato
on the lawn as we ate tea
and biscuits,
to walk with God
or in His shadow
looking for light
even in the darkest night.
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 2:50 AM UTC
"Can I borrow a blanket, there's a chill in the air that won't subdue. Frosty windows give view to a blistering storm and chances of clearing anytime soon are remote. The lonely don't need to be cold as well, lest they **** over altogether and parish into the frothy dust. Blue lips that can't kiss away your pain, await at deaths door, with a blank stare of horror. Toss it this way baby, before the fate of it all, falls upon you."
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 2:08 PM UTC
Cette sensation de plénitude,
Cette sensation qui je l’espère deviendra une habitude,
Tout en restant inconnue à la routine,
Qui pourrait en écorcher la saveur exquise,
Je l’ai déjà ressentie sous la brise et l’humeur florentine,
Plusieurs fois, n’est pas inéluctablement synonyme de partie remise,
Une sensation divine, cette fois s’est emparée de moi,
Une expression divine émanant d’une déesse en qui désormais je crois,
La paume de nos mains, hier, nous a révélé ses secrets,
Ce n’était rien par rapport à tes incommensurables attraits,
Je m’allongerai plus **** en imaginant la prochaine fois,
Rêve ou réalité, peu importe au final,
L’ivresse et l’allégresse, souvent s’accompagnent de ce suc royal,
Qui, ruisselant dans nos veines fait glisser les parois
De nos inhibitions qui nous enferment et nous mettent à l’étroit.
Cette sensation de plénitude que j’ai ressentie avec toi,
J’ai besoin de la revivre pour conforter cette pensée,
Cette expression si futile « jamais deux sans trois »,
Pour une fois, suscite en moi un désir que je ne saurais réprimer.
Voici en quelques mots ce que j’ai ressenti,
Ces quelques lignes pour exprimer mon avis.
Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 5:12 AM UTC
My Angel
I haven't seen your near
for all our years
My shining star
My guiding light
My happiness
My remise
My angel
You saved my life
And made our life
May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC