"ries" poems
Speaking of broken hearts
and mended fenced in mem'ries
I am painting skies
of tangerine, saffron
& an illuminated lilac hue
against the starkly contrasted crisp cornflower blue, stretching canvas that is
along with all the
other blindingly beautiful colors of a twilight sky
And those dripping cotton candy stratospheric clouds
Ice crystals freezing into supercooled
water droplets
Streaking the sky in cirrus whispers
..I hear them whisper, "hello"...
Blinding beauty
through unadulterated sunlight
I am fleeced like a lamb
watching in awe,
..in wonder
then stomping sounds
of coming thunder,
Finding depth and height
out in the stratosphere
Blinded by the
After Light
or afterglow
affected by the amount of haze
I'm in a daze
...as I am reaching
High above the fading light
of a brilliant early fall sunset
I take a big breath
of that sumptuous air
and twirl my skirted legs
my painted toes
where I know
I am back
to solid ground
Appreciating the last time
I say sleep well
to you my dear
summertimes sweet mem'ries
and the fun we had this year.
Cherie Nolan © 2016
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 2:39 PM UTC
It was golden and splendid,
That City of light;
A vision suspended
In deeps of the night;
A region of wonder and glory, whose temples were marble and white.
I remember the season
It dawn'd on my gaze;
The mad time of unreason,
The brain-numbing days
When Winter, white-sheeted and ghastly, stalks onward to torture and craze.
More lovely than Zion
It shone in the sky
When the beams of Orion
Beclouded my eye,
Bringing sleep that was filled with dim mem'ries of moments obscure and gone by.
Its mansions were stately,
With carvings made fair,
Each rising sedately
On terraces rare,
And the gardens were fragrant and bright with strange miracles blossoming there.
The avenues lur'd me
With vistas sublime;
Tall arches assur'd me
That once on a time
I had wander'd in rapture beneath them, and bask'd in the Halcyon clime.
On the plazas were standing
A sculptur'd array;
Long bearded, commanding,
rave men in their day—
But one stood dismantled and broken, its bearded face battered away.
In that city effulgent
No mortal I saw,
But my fancy, indulgent
To memory's law,
Linger'd long on the forms in the plazas, and eyed their stone features with
awe.
I fann'd the faint ember
That glow'd in my mind,
And strove to remember
The aeons behind; &
21.4k
Tentpole, stature tall and strong and
Firmly placed between the thin sheets
Members of the boy scouts, boy clan
Flames extinguished, his body heats
At dawn it rises, makes me wake
******* for the fire he gathers
Morning wood, embers of the stakes
Soon home; disapproving Fathers
Morning **** calls, but we're busy
Pack our bags, get all the work done
Juice of life makes me quite dizzy
Mem'ries of our weekend of fun
I'll be dish and spoon to your spoon
Spend nights together o'er the moon
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:47 AM UTC
The great dictatorship of the futon
A hybrid beast not truly made for two
Cover play turned treatised malice
The brilliance of cold imposed on waking
To find no roses just pillows between
Lying nestled in inert ecstasy
Singing rusty hist'ries, its a sales job
For the masses Know that it will return
No wit like the brain before sleep sets in
No sight like a deaf dreamers providence
No solution like the one no one wants
To drift away and return on waking
The day seems touched to find us divided
A restful sleep met with a restless heart
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 8:45 PM UTC
My world is a-spinning,
I chase wild deer -
For pleasure, not trophies -
My conscience is clear.
I chase ‘em through forests,
Through grasslands and doles.
I find giant craters
And tiniest holes.
My eyes are wide open,
I hail all life,
Asleep all these years...
But now I’m alive!
I’m ready to ponder
The sense of it all.
My mind doesn’t wander -
This time, it’s my call.
I challenge old habits -
Deep-rooted they be -
My deer chasing rabbits
While rabbits chase me.
I’m easily happy,
My cry is of bliss,
My tongue fires wisdom,
My shots never miss.
I eagerly travel
Through darkness and light -
All myst’ries unravelled,
My troth here I plight:
To battle for freedom,
To fight for the poor,
To champion peace,
To ignore all the lures.
I never will falter -
My mind is my guard,
My faith is my altar,
My love is my God.
My world is a-spinning,
I’m dreaming all day.
My vision a-clearing -
Ill thoughts fade away.
And what of the wild deer? -
You might want to ask.
Gone home to the Highlands,
They’ve finished their task.
Jun 17, 2012
Jun 17, 2012 at 7:49 AM UTC
Thoughts of you are killing me
I don't know how and why
This is just how you affect me
And I want this gone
Sometimes near
Sometimes far
You make me confused
On what we really are
I hate you for being like that
Don't know what you did
You have left with no goodbyes
But still haunting me with your mem'ries
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 12:26 PM UTC
Take a picture - it'll last longer
Someday you'll miss these days, my dear
Take a picture - we can frame it
To remember it well when mem'ries are sour
Maybe someday the thoughts will be fonder
Always seem to be when the days last longer
But what do I know
Take a note down - scribble it out
Don't want to forget the words that were said
Take a note down - save it for later
When new lines are harsh - feel like breaking
Use some ink - don't let it fade
If it's done well colors will stay the same
Don't let it go
It hurts to let go - hurts to let go
Don't want to forget because
It hurts to let go - hurts to let go
Please come back
Need you right now - need you right now
Missing you so
Need you right now - need you right now
Come home
Take a picture - it'll last longer
Take a note down - save it for later
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Happy birthday Marian
A thousand mem'ries of you
blow across my mind
tiny miracle of life
held close to a mother's heart
Today you turned twelve
still I see my sweet baby
smile into my eyes
no flute to give thee
harp or cello have I none
chilled by poverty
hungry mouths to feed
our furry little darlings
their eyes beseeching
if I had more time
I would play croquet with you
and dress dolls again
hear a mother's heartfelt cry
baking loaves of bread and rolls
planning simple meals
May this humble poem
a token of my love prove
my dearest daughter
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 10:59 PM UTC
Cocoon suspended ‘neath a branch,
Out of harmer’s range;
Churning in tight quarters then,
Awaiting for the change.
A cast she’d spun with great detail,
To blend into the scene;
Remain innocuous, choosing plain,
To spend such days serene.
This sanctuary has terms of time;
Yet flippant so, of sight;
Blinded by the darkness kept,
May only dream of flight.
There, outside this nurturing crypt,
Lies futures yet untold;
Exploring freedom, airless hours,
As wings will then unfold.
Alterations to her inner form
Complete in all detail;
While oblivious to worlds unknown--
Mem’ries without a trail.
As perforations tear a fold,
In which she will embark,
To crystal, glowing cast of moon
Within this evening, dark;
She wrestles to uncurl her girth
And wingspan so anew;
That seems so awkward, foreign and
Has converted different hue.
Now perched upon her drying bed,
She fans while instincts try
To capture sens’ry explosions
That lay to foundling’s eyes.
Beyond the glen, a spot she sees;
A single glowing blur.
Just then each tree bends toward one side,
As breaths sweep under her.
Weightless, floating, movement new,
She tests her longer arms,
That reach, manipulating wind,
Should quivers strike alarm.
The lure of the eerie glow,
Possess investigation,
As closer toward the light she flies,
Embraced with consternation.
Near collision with the beacon,
She’s halted in mid-air;
Translucent strings of sticky form,
She didn’t see, were there.
She wrestles, tries to free herself,
While a shadow looming near
Smiles with contentment of
His cunning craft of snare.
Slowly he approaches while
She looks to see his eyes,
So vacant of emotive flush,
With fear she starts to cry.
The octo-legged creature then,
Inserts his poisoned quill,
As venom circulates her life,
He waits until she’s still.
Then coils her in silky thread,
While dancing ‘bout his room.
Tho’ this is of his own design,
She returns, inside cocoon.
As thoughts of life, such brevity,
Released of any pain.
She closes youthful eyes at last,
And dreams of flight again.
Jul 4, 2010
Jul 4, 2010 at 6:23 AM UTC
Head in the mountains
Heart in the seas
Feet in the rivers, in bays, in streams
Head in the logic
Heart in the dreams
Hands in the tension sew stitches and seams
Head in the skies
Heart in the breeze
Eyes in the stars chart new galaxies
Head in the wild
Heart in the free
You in my want, but not in my need.
Head in the clouds
Heart in the trees
Hair in the wind, like grasses and greens
Head in the known
Heart in myst'ries
Wishes in whispers waiting on maybes.
Head in the wander
Heart in the journey
Faith in the Author of my living story
Head in the mountains
Heart in the sea
Yet, Soul in the prayer of you finding me.
|b.g.|
Jun 17, 2017
Jun 17, 2017 at 4:51 PM UTC
How is it that all I see and believe
isn't more than what one can conceive?
Trapped inside these bound'ries of mine,
flipping and flopping down the stream of time,
my thoughts not more than the glint of sunshine.
So I laugh! I laugh! Great boisterous humor!
To laugh and to giggle at the falseness and rumors;
to snicker and snacker at the play of all forms;
to chortle and chuckle at deviations and norms;
I will laugh at the process as my soul transforms.
So I laugh! I laugh! Though pains may embitter!
To laugh and to giggle at all senseless chatter;
to snicker and snacker at what's caught within;
to chortle and chuckle at all that is sin;
I will laugh at the moment when nothing begins.
So join me, my friend, and forget of your fears!
We'll both laugh, together, at the grinding of gears;
we'll both giggle, together, at prophets and seers.
So join me, my friend, and forget of your aches!
Laugh with abandon at this game and its stakes;
laugh with abandon as this machinery breaks.
Apr 1, 2012
Apr 1, 2012 at 5:13 PM UTC
I know where I came from, long ago,
It is a land where bare feet dance, stepping to and fro.
Where drumbeats and heartbeats become one,
And at night, the sea dances on the long horizon.
My land has felt the grim bite of war,
And now the place where I grew up is my home no more.
I hear the cries and screams of my kind,
Forever branded as the one that left them behind.
I fled across the seas for safety,
But a place that wards off mem'ries I have yet to see.
And here no one will offer a hand,
This land only knows grey concrete, I wish for white sand.
And I remember what it is to embrace the sun.
My skin is now dull, a tired grey,
Mirrors watch as the light in my eyes now fades away.
They are still fighting, though I'm not there,
Though the seams of my country are beginning to tear.
I still remember where I come from,
But I fear- should I return- that home will be long gone.
Aug 11, 2015
Aug 11, 2015 at 4:29 PM UTC
*Some of my best friends are
The tiny grey cells in my head
For, without these tireless givers
I should sorely want*.....
For I've had.....
The power to recognise the nurturer
Who saved me countless times
Who sewed my confidence at valedictory
Gratitude to Mother...granting me first wings.
The help of a few friends with proffered lifts
Not many, but enough to light the way
Takes but one spark to lead the lost
Cannot discount the value of true goodwill.
The sweet taste of that first, deep love
Who showed the path to discovered delights
Easy mem'ries...looking back, but ****** ahead
Sighs painted on the ceiling in dreamy webs.
The awkward trip down that rabbit hole
Blue lady hanging pretty in the corner
Flies trapped flimsy, on some terylene
Many padlocks loom....to get gasping to you!
The chance to slough off onerous habits
Dive wholehearted into the universe's sea
Gaps to kickstart joy and spearhead cheer
Mentors pass the torch and believe in me!
Yes, some of my best friends are NOT seen
Most reliably spun inside this osseous shell
They answer things and help me find my truth
Thank heavens....selfless amity equals mercy.
S T, 29 June
Jun 29, 2013
Jun 29, 2013 at 10:15 AM UTC
Like marionettes,
dancing, swirling, jibing
moved by strings of their desires.
Their bodies set ablaze,
by the fiction of their hides.
Despairing to escape by any means,
keeping their mem'ries in the haze.
Aimlessly thrusting til' Tilda tires;
swinging, struggling, scathing,
like marionettes.
And when the zenith is reached,
comes a fleeting sense of victory.
Their point of contact comes to an end.
***** hollow, and soul still empty.
Like marionettes.
Feb 19, 2024
Feb 19, 2024 at 2:34 AM UTC
Ferris wheeling on a weekend night
flying, open minds out of sight.
Puff and round, and whistle bombs
are throwing back some mem'ries
now we're going back to the start.
and they're dancing at night time
and your taking a bite.
now you're seeing the purpose of your life
lies and deceptions arise.
Now you're showing some love to me
and it's making us free
see the stars come shining down you see,
what you mean to me.
Ferris wheeling on a weekend night
flying high in an open sky.
Ferris wheeling on a weekend night
flying high with an open mind.
Oct 21, 2013
Oct 21, 2013 at 2:00 AM UTC
Sparkling gusts of silver wind
drive howling through the vale,
the skies are grey and somber
and the air grows foul and stale.
The barren trees stretch overhead,
guarding dark and light
against the winter nightmares,
and the dangers of the night.
The people huddle closely,
stoking fires to keep them warm,
as the snowflakes fall in silence
for a coming winter storm.
Thier frozen hands, thier tired eyes
remember ice and snow,
instead of grass and sunshine
when all things start to grow;
the laughing steps of children,
the hills that called and bade,
the dancing windy flowers
in a thousand different shades.
There in the long cold shadows,
a solemn vow is made-
that green grass will soon awaken,
and offer boughy shade.
For winter's time is ending,
the sounds of life, more than words;
when the piping call of feathers
in the branches high were heard.
Listen now, sad people;
all is not so dark-
the summer's breath's returning,
in the humble voice of larks.
So do not fear the weeks ahead,
the long, capricious cold-
for we are made a promise,
from days long dead and old.
Ice will give way to water,
and water will give us Spring;
Soon, it will be naught but mem'ries
as we celebrate new things.
So, cheer your hearts, my sisters-
soon dark will become light-
Our hearts will ease, our peace be real,
we will be alright.
Jan 14, 2014
Jan 14, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
A passion wrought from lover’s hands aglow
To dash on rocks within a blazéd heart.
Two lilies twix the shores are wrench’d apart
Til winter’s face doth brim the line of snow.
And such is us, my dear. My darling beau,
Who sleeps on fragile dreams devoid of art:
In thought, I catch you veiled across the mart;
In likeness of the shadows oft you go.
So long as tender mem’ries wither not
My hands will not forget the shape of thee.
Within my soul, I flutter with an ache
From frightful visions that our hope is shot,
But Calm doth bathe me in her past’ral sea.
Your beauty lifts my spirits when I wake.
Jul 7, 2012
Jul 7, 2012 at 6:03 PM UTC
Amidst the fallen stone green-grown
And through the crumbling arch,
The sunken mere of yesteryear
Has mirrored this scene in March
The sky meeting land in glory grand
Sparks fly where heaven meets earth;
The sea rolls in from where it’s been
And ships rise from their berth
The pearl of the moon rises soon
Lifted in the bowl of the sky;
Its size greater, every crater
Gleams brightly, the heavenly eye
Forgotten, as a rule, mirrored in the pool
The largest moon earth will see
The castle yard by cent’ries scarred
Lies the only witness to the scene.
Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 12:30 PM UTC
Sweet Mother Christmas has fallen asleep,
with grandchild in arms, presents all wrapped
a 5 a.m. husband floor creaking around.
Sleepy eyed husband just Rockwells the scene
joy slips in his heart, mem’ries come back,
his mind fills with happy, a grin lips his mouth.
Dear Mother Christmas is remming her dreams,
bereft of alarms, daylight on tap,
awaiting the move of the felt advent mouse.
Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 1:36 AM UTC
Memories ought to come and go
Though to fade or to tarry
You cannot choose
All you wish to hold
Will be forcefully taken
Those that you bury
Will forcefully crawl out of your skin
Nov 16, 2015
Nov 16, 2015 at 7:59 AM UTC
al verte parado frente a mi,
pense en todas las veces que miraba tu foto & te imaginaba junto a mi.
pense en lo pequeño que se ponen tus ojos cuando te ries & en lo amplia que se pone tu sonrisa cuando digo algo que te parece gracioso.
pense en lo agradecida que estaba, pues era yo la culpable de que sonrieras tanto.
te tuve tan cerca por mucho rato.
volvi a tocarte, a abrazarte, a sentirte, a hablarte, a mirarte, a pensarte.
hacias de cualquier momento uno util para hablarme. me preguntabas "estas cansada?" & sonreias.
puede que me sienta cansada fisicamente, pero jamas me sentire cansada de ver tu sonrisa, ver tus ojos, escuchar tu voz, & escucharte sonreir.
tu sonrisa es como la melodia que calma mis pensamientos & me ayuda a sentir viva.
tantos dias mirando tu foto imaginandote a mi lado, & hoy por fin te tuve frente a mi sonriente como siempre lo has estado.
aprovechabas cada momento para abrazarme & tocarme, observarme & hablarme.
me hacias pensar en la vez que me preguntaste si eramos algo mas, que con tanto rato al lado tuyo lo comenze a creer. solo queria mas & mas & mas de ti.
no solo te queria para ese rato.
te queria para mas.
para ese rato, & otro rato, & todos los ratos que puedan ser.
sentir tus manos en mi me hizo sentir como pieza de museo. como si tu fueras el escultor que moldeaba la pieza & le daba forma & vida. & yo era la pieza de museo que cobraba vida al ser moldeada & tocada por ti.
como si yo fuera esa pieza de museo que te sabes de memoria, te encanta tocar, & siempre esta en tus pensamientos.
pense que eras el escultor que vendia taquillas de museo para que todos fueran & puedan admirar tu amada pieza de museo que soy yo. como si yo fuera tu pieza de museo favorita & quisieras que todos lo supieran para que conozcan & esten consientes de tan majestuosa pieza de museo que soy. que solo tuya soy & tuya sere. que no importa cuantos ojos vengan a observarme, sabrias que ninguno podria mirarme de la misma manera en la que lo haces tu. que no importa cuantas manos vengan con la intencion de tocarme, ninguno podria hacerlo pues soy tu pieza favorita & no quisieras que me rompieran, aunque muy en el fondo sabias que una pieza como yo jamas podria romperse, pues estaba echa de un material unico que no se encuentra en todas partes, si no dentro de ti: tu gran amor hacia mi. tan delicada pero a la misma vez tan fuerte & llena de vida. no quisieras que hubieran piezas de otras personas en mi. total, sabias que ninguno otro podria tocarme con el amor & la dulzura que lo haces tu. tu me conoces, pues tu me creaste.
cuando me mirabas, te pensaba observando mi foto e imaginandome junto a ti. & que cuando estuve frente a ti, era la unica con la quien querias pasar todos tus ratos.
tantos pensamientos cobraron vida cuando te vi, hasta que volvi a la realidad & recorde que no soy tu pieza de museo favorita. hasta que recorde que existe otra pieza de museo que te gusta tocar & moldear aun mas. hasta que recorde que hay alguien mas en tu vida que ocupa todos tus pensamientos & con quien pasas todos tus ratos.
Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Though miles may separate us dear friend,
And days fly quickly with each irksome chore,
Our bond on such trifles does not depend,
Only serves to enrich our love the more.
Although skies may darken with clouds of grey
Dispelling happiness with blackest gloom,
Glad sunshine dances in sparkling ray
When mem'ries of you flood as sweet perfume.
Melody of robin and woodthrush blend;
Gentle breezes through meadow grasses sigh.
I am reminded of my lovely friend
Causing worries and grief from me to fly.
I am so happy to call you my friend!
Happy Mother's Day Wishes I do send.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC
I have a picture of you saved,
For no eyes but my own,
That I take out of my drawer
Every day when I come home.
I pretend you're here in front of me,
As your body remains statuous,
And cry into the picture
As my grief for you grows fatuous.
For though your captured smile is still
I hear your loving laugh.
That joy can't even be contained
Inside this photograph.
And though your captured skin is still
I feel your heat reach mine,
Radiating through the frame,
Its mem'ries stopping time.
And though your captured eyes are still
The beauty of your gaze is just
Too much for this poor photo
To be able to contain.
They say a thousand words
A single picture can confess.
But your frozen lips say nothing
As the sun sets in the west.
In your melancholic silence
I place the picture in the drawer.
Tomorrow I'll take it out again
And grieve your love once more.
- p. winter
Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 8:59 PM UTC
Come and look at my family
it’s big and rambunctious
they all mean a lot to me
theres lots of different branches
there’s a writer, called M. Rase
and David too
they’ve taught me things I never knew
but of course they all do
Im related to royalty
a king and a queen
Named Jose and Whispwill respectively
I wonder if they’ve met each other yet?
Then there’s determined Yuu
who shredded my heart with Blackberry Tea
some of them have hurt me, don’t worry though
I’m sure their OC's will be fine after all they’ve been through
R. Merryweather writes lots of things
there’s even a new series
next is Vel, with her apocalyptic mysteries
Ana and Kittie are new to the family
give them a big welcome when you see them
Rukan’s drawing a series, seki and keisuke are my OTP
Bob likes animals, she’s a skilled gal
I really miss Yuumei, Wave, and Jun Lee
but they’ll return someday, you’ll see
Kura updated recently, Nick brought me to tears
MAT and Ariel Ries crossed different boundaries
but everything will be alright
NaniRoxy's not around, she’s making some adjustments
so you’ll just have to leave a message
Viryse is in the hoodie brigade
with Yuu, Jose, and Kao too
GlanceReviver and KJ Tower
write exciting love stories
SnailLords is gone, but not really
he moved his web series such a tease
Captain Juuter and Kinkan Yoona
slice up life in different ways
this is badly written and doesn’t make sense
and I know its long but it needed to be said
and someday you can meet the rest of them
the rest of my big family
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC