"sheeny" poems
Non Draco Sit Mihi Dux 1
That wicked liar offers us a poisoned cup
In whose sheeny surface we see ourselves
Reflected in his cold imaginings
And not our own, in what we ought to be
There is another Cup for us, not this one
Just as there is a stone that must be moved
A bird of night to be repudiated
A thorny bush that burns, but not itself
A blessing breaks that false and bitter cup -
We share the one that God has lifted up
1 In English, let not the dragon be my guide; it appears on the medal of Saint Benedict as NDSMD.
Jul 11, 2018
Jul 11, 2018 at 3:11 PM UTC
I had a dream on a sleepless night
Wandering on the storm of luminary spheres,
I counted them all as they wink.
I reached for the bedazzling sea,
To the lustrous and splendid heaven,
But then I was bleary.
I went back in my disconsolate bed.
I glanced finally to the lucid ocean,
Then I perceived the quotidian,
A discernibly sheeny spot.
I felt it with the slightest touch.
Then I was back to my senses.
I sighed deeply and questioned,
Was that a dream on a sleepless night?
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 1:44 PM UTC
lost in fain quagmire of words
rambling rays of golden sun
seep in smirking hearts of flesh
beating mingle all in one
drape a warmth from chin to thigh
simple shadows worse or right
glaring hollow flop and fling
fingers fallow slip in ink
sheeny glow of festive light
gleaming glint in eyes of sky
dangling gasp of playfulness
sway expedient leaping legs
further out and drawing in
softest clangs of merry din
mark a mirth of yellow chimes
in chirping chat of cider, wines
freshest fruit of toiling trees
sowing, growing, reaping seeds
labour harvest of the soul
caught in diamond grains of gold
while stringing verses all in part
melt in swirling blooming hearts
through rambling rays of saffron sun
we find us mingle all in one
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 5:39 PM UTC
Written on: 02/11/2017
He dreamed of a happy life,
He dreamed of that smile.
He went through the dark clouds,
Which he was afraid of.
He dreamed of a glory future,
He dreamed of that shine.
He got lost in sheeny forest.
Which he couldn't come out of.
He dreamed of a fairytale,
He dreamed of that fib.
He walked through the realist world,
Which vanished that life of which he dreamed of.
He dreamed of a lovely soul,
He dreamed of that charm.
He got drenched by awful rain,
Which he had never aim of.
Oh! The faded dreams when will you come true,
He dreamed of a life which is surrounded by you.
Why you got vanished why you got fade,
Tell me How can he heal this wale.
He dreamed of you now and then,
You got vanished as he was none.
- Shahid Meer
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 11:47 PM UTC
All of the old times, they have this kind of sheen to them,
I just read in a book that memories will continue to come back to you,
And what I thought was, they might be gone forever one day,
And then on the next page I remembered a time at a cinema with a friend or two,
And it had that sheeny coat to it on the outside,
It’s just a memory but I remember feeling like I felt, subtly alive
And I know there were times I felt empty and not there,
But looking back it would probably still feel the same,
Right now I’m not dissociating but I don’t see how things can live up to memories,
I don’t want to think of them but
All I want to do is to remember,
To never be able to forget
But I know memory is flimsy and unpredictable,
I don’t think many can remember forever.
Jan 6, 2020
Jan 6, 2020 at 3:40 PM UTC
She was like a star
An unnoticed one, that is
With spark not darker than normal
But not brighter than this
So, in order to be seen
She did her best to shine
She wanted to fit in
So she pretended she was fine
And yes,she did it
Her spark was perfectly sheeny
And people came to notice her
While other stars were envy
But then one faithful night
Without warning, she darkened
Everybody was confused
I guess they have forgotten
They didn't see what's within
And focused on what's out
They forgot a star shines brightest
When it's starting to burn out
Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC