"sleeep" poems
Olwen grew after mid-winter's passing
the wind had sung her a child's name
she knew her time was now come
the man she picked was strong and wise
and she had seen his death was anigh
the great gift she would give him
a girl child she would carry, birth and teach
her first word would be the name of him
who was to fall in the cattle raid to Seisysllwg
no man to own her or claim her
Olwen mothered
a world of dreams
a world of knowing
she knew the seasons
and the schemes
of life growing
hares and foxes
would sleeep at her feet
enemies before her
would not fight but retreat
Olwen's way was of care and of love
her power of the earth and skies above
no denizens of dark and deepest hate
would stand her eyes that saw their fate
fast eye
clear sky
brown flash
passes by
beast or bird
we cannot see
good Olwen
watching over thee
The child came in the autumn months
gold- clad meadows bear the last of mother's bounty
as she came into the world scythes cut the last bushel
weak with the birth she carried the child
to the stone on plynlimon's east side
"let the source of the five feel the spirit of this child
carry her through her life with power and love..."
When Cariad was five she took her to the great marsh south of the Dyfi
and watched as the child threw her father's sword back to his spirit
further than any man could throw
ask not for power
for your arm
ask for strength
in your heart
ask not for dominion
over men
seek love
for the world
ask not for thyself
anything you
would not give
away freely
no shadows came to dwell in the hills and vales
where peace eternal dwelt with power of hearts
Olwen slept after one mid-winter's passing
She died when the spirits asked for her
Cariad bore her to the Plynlimon stone
where all wise women's bones will lie
The rivers remember her eyes
The trees remember her wisdom
The birds remember her song
The stars remember Her dreams
The Stones of Deheubarth
remember their Wise-Woman
when Moon and Sun rise
and the shadows flee
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 9:10 AM UTC
Her brother's
vinegar-soaked-oven-baked
conker
conquering all other
conkers.
The moment held on a a string
before swinging to collision
like a cartoon
pOW!wOW!baMMM!
She cuts her chestnut
carefully in two.
The popped out conker
...her baby
in its greeny spiky
pram.
She talks to it.
Kisses it.
"Shhhh...baby a sleeep!"
Her brother's marble
a blue and cold world
propelled by a swift deft flick
of a bitten-to-the- quick thumb
the little blue world inches
relentlessly towards
scattering all be-
-fore it:
when worlds
collide.
A solar system
destroyed.
He now
the conquerer of conquerers.
She
places her marble
gently in her other
spiky green pram
like she's rearing
an alien.
She's got two babies.
One a conker...the other a marble.
She takes good care
of both of them.
Worries about
their well being.
Loving them for what
...they are.
She watches the world
through the eye of the marble
a tiny blue universe
held in her palm.
Aug 16, 2015
Aug 16, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC
it was a tuesday afternoon, in the middle of june,
this barternder and blue moon will surely be my demise..
Its become a routine, every week im a fiend but suddenly to my surprise...
A woman walked in standing at 5'4, seeemingly hungover and beat.
Eyeliner & lipstick fading..lookin as if she couldnt find sleeep,
her hair has half ***** half curly and partly braided.
she sat on the stool next to me partly *** what i stated...
I said "welcome! take a seat, this is the sober section, besides. all the good seats are taken".
She smiled, more like a smirk, then proceeded to sit, at first oddly looking a bit shaken..
i noticed she was young, pobably barely 21, and she had a tattoo on her back, as she reached for her purse...
Clearly i didnt kno her origin, but an idea i was formin, especially when her art read, 'beauty is a curse'...
Clearly she was gorgeous. Green eyes with a brown complexion..
I asked her in awe which town she was sent from?..
She said she was from the bay..
grew up in her mommas house but now shes living with her bae,
I said oh word, whos the lucky man who gets to keep you???.
She said God......
*** she doesnt need to mess with people.
what brings her here,?
in this bar by the pier,
where theres something in the beer, making normal people fear.
She said she came to spread the word of God....
immediately i figure shes a fraud.
Hows a 'martini, piercing on her lip, tattooed from her back to her hip,
looking like she wont tip....'
typa girl claiming to be holy?
She smiled, more like smirk, and whispered,........
you dont even know me.
And proceeded to say she came in this bar because there was a presence of a demon in disguise..
I laughed are u sure it isn't just u?
She held up a mirror. I saw a demon in my eyes.
-afj
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:41 AM UTC
violent You are like a biggest sound
cloyingly honeyed on my mound of massed
and singing chords
(you are a rose most thorned and beautiful
i clutch idiosyncratically
strangled scarlet petals bursting
a foal i;ve nursed with tremoring pits of bold
gangling and accurate stench
violent you're a tedium
a lush and decaying growth
so lightly cancering my cell
and I breath your daily blood and i whimper first glowering fist
my hand to take that penitent shape
and i"ll whisper it
to their chins:
they who art most a mortal folly
as to wade in my
quaking presence
andi
'
;ll
sleeep them quickly rushing rushing
oBliviOn)
Dec 9, 2010
Dec 9, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
Sleep, where for art thou,
Sleeep, I need you now.
Sleeeep, let me feel you,
Sleeeeep, I hear your coo.
Sleeeeeep, caress my face,
Sleeeeeeep, I feel your embrace.
Sleeeeeeeeep, closer you come.
Sleeeeeeeeeep, I am numb.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 9:11 PM UTC
lay
down right nex
t
o
there sleep well
and sleeep tightttttttt
dream soft
dream
brig
ht
words kill words bite
time flies
time hurts
your Hair
your per
fect
face
like a sun
shining
some
where
wor
ds
am
i am
i know
to seed the
farm
and let the bodies
let them go
and let me go
i'll be right there
to see it through and throw my hands right through your hair andc cry out yes and hold you close and put your lips right on my mouth
and eject
...
hold
me
close
...
and
go
away
i
now
i'm
lonely
on
vicarious
envy
you
only
you only you only you only you only you only you only you only you only you only
love me
...
Jun 6, 2013
Jun 6, 2013 at 3:30 PM UTC
Me on the left and you on the right
the way we laid our bodies the start of the night.
My head on two pillows as yours lay on one
tired from the day and all we had done.
One arm under pillow, the other kept you warm
I'd pull you in close during thunder and storm.
I still remember the sweet scent of your hair
As we closed our eyes and I held you for prayer.
The rise and fall of breath from your chest
would remind me of that day that God had blessed.
Your face would go soft and lips would yawn
You'd fall asleep with the television still on.
Middle of the night your house stayed warm
The fan on high was always the norm.
I'd stolen the blanket and kicked down the sheet
The only pillow you had now lay at your feet.
Sometimes I'd wake while there you still lay
I'd creep to your bedside and kneel as to pray.
I would lean in close as if to steal a kiss
These moments of affection are the ones that I miss.
I'd sit and watch while you lay there and snore
I'd sometimes fall asleep with my head on the floor.
You always thought you slept without peep
Instead of counting them you baa'd like a sheep.
Your body lay still 'cept for the rise and fall
Of your beautiful body that lay there in sprawl.
But the most memorable part of those sleepless nights
Wasn't the snoring, the prayer or absence of lights-
It was the way in which your eyes would flicker
Beneath lid and lash I would try not to snicker.
To me it was funny to just watch them move
As if they were dancers stepping to groove.
I could only guess what your mind would dream
Maybe thoughts of our future and how it would seem.
Would it be an uphill battle, a test for all time?,
Or simply steps in a stairwell that together we'd climb.
Most of the mornings you'd wake with a smile
And some you slept in for at least a little while.
But now these memories are just written in line
And filed in a cabinet in the back of my mind.
Memory of you sleeping, snoring, eyes wide shut
Now my heart beating, bleeding, crimson and cut.
Your eyelids would flutter as your eyes would dance
And I'd pray to God to just give me the chance-
To fix what I'd done and to right the wrong
Of the poor choices that I'd hidden for oh so long.
These are the thoughts I now remember the most
the memories in my heart I still hold so close.
Times I sat by your side as night was still grey
All through the morning before dark turned to day.
I'd ask Him to bless this love I'd forsaken
Taken for granted and stole for the taking.
Unfortunately I received a different kind of answer
but you will always remain my eyelid dancer.
Jan 9, 2015
Jan 9, 2015 at 8:08 AM UTC
You see more of me,
in the hours you’re asleep;
than when you’re ready.
instead you release,
all the while i relieve,
and ask for nothing,
far and few in between .
out of sight,
out of mind,
but return we shall,
in your dreams you believe.
like a memory to retrieve,
faithful; loyal,
ready to seize,
if i, you, we please.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 9:07 PM UTC
SHE PLAYS WHAT SHE PLAYS
Her brother's
vinegar-soaked-oven-baked
conker
conquering all other
conkers.
The moment held on a a string
before swinging to collision
like a cartoon
pOW!wOW!baMMM!
She cuts her chestnut
carefully in two.
The popped-out-conker
...her baby
in its greeny spiky
pram.
She talks to it.
Kisses it.
"Shhhh...baby a sleeep!"
Her brother's marble
a blue and cold world
propelled by a swift deft flick
of a bitten-to-the- quick thumb
the little blue world inches
relentlessly towards
scattering all be-
-fore it:
when worlds
collide.
A solar system
destroyed.
He now
the conquerer of conquerers.
She
places her marble
gently in her other
spiky green pram
like she's rearing
an alien.
She's got two babies.
One a conker...the other a marble.
She takes good care
of both of them.
Worries about
their well being.
Loving them for what
...they are.
She watches the world
through the eye of the marble
a tiny blue universe
held in her palm.
Aug 17, 2017
Aug 17, 2017 at 11:04 AM UTC