"soother" poems
XVI. TO ASCLEPIUS (5 lines)
(ll. 1-4) I begin to sing of Asclepius, son of Apollo and healer
of sicknesses. In the Dotian plain fair Coronis, daughter of
King Phlegyas, bare him, a great joy to men, a soother of cruel
pangs.
(l. 5) And so hail to you, lord: in my song I make my prayer to
thee!
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Beside me, in this unforgiving November’s winter, is she…
My queen beside me, amidst this rotting debris gifted to me.
Daphne, the comforter sent from the highest skies of Elysia
And Daphne, my love, you put a stopper… on my withering
Never did the sounding of a name, here, blossom a magnolia
Daphne, yours made my hell, the eternal orchards of Elysia.
We were betrothed to each other in here, in this wasteland
I await; you at our wedding, in your wedding gown, oh…
‘Tis her, the beau sky wrapped around your gentle frame
In your adornments, gifted from the agents of light, oh…
They are sapphire stars plucked from that midnight blue
On the edge of the Aegean sea, we await, in this wasteland
I await; you at our wedding, in your veil and crown, oh…
‘Tis her, the clouds and her raindrops, adorning your face
I await our wedding waltz, in our deserted fields, oh…
Without our kin, persecuted and orphaned by the world
Alone we shall dance, on the edge of Ymos, our dwelling
Alone we shall be in our vows when our eyes rain in joy
I await your grand advent, beaming gleefully, towards me
Bringing me, serenity; being my succour, with your smile
I await your silhouette, irradiating the wide evening blue
Bringing me, release; being my soother, now I live anew
Daphne, your midnight blue eyes, your voice of mead…
My pen fervently gallops for words, as I just gaze in awe
Let the sands of time tick away in joy, ticking, grain by grain
The heavens merry till the penultimate hours of our union
Now, in these salty Aegean waters, I taste honey and wine
I await our pristine union; as your hand knots with mine.
Beside me, in this unforgiving November’s winter, is you…
Daphne…
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 5:35 AM UTC
Giver of life, bringer of joy
Soother of sorrow, restorer of faith
Great nurturer, healer, and fountain of hope
Unonscious morality, a wisdom unspoke
Center of pride, core of my being
Source of my strength, an angel unseen
Mama loves the ocean and she loves the sunrise
Sun rays in her hair, blue waves in her eyes
A Timeless beauty of infinite grace
An embodiment of love and engulfing embrace
That surrounds me with warmth and compassion and peace
Always at my side and in times of need
When trouble shakes that of this mortal soul
The whispering voice that calls my name home
May 12, 2011
May 12, 2011 at 1:42 PM UTC
Fire in her eyes love in her thighs as the cougar seeks her quarry
His clothes to be ripped his face to be kissed his body to devour
A younger flesh to be her next to feast and writhe upon
Oh she's complete with heels on her feet and nylons just for him
Oh why oh why did she not meet the focus of all her desire
Well you where in college while he was in shorts with a soother shoved in his mush
But now he's a man with a mind of his own and a mission to seek what he wants
Others may weep as they slip between sheets but love has no age size or creed
So mark my words well we're all off to hell and I hope with the person we love
As old as we get or as much as we try you can only be who you are
So sleep with the love whomever they are and wake in their warm embrace
For life is to short to tary with age and miss the one made for you.
I know as I missed and no longer resist and hope that you do too
May 17, 2013
May 17, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
Queen Nubian,
keen enough to school me in
the 'ways of the rulers
with intentions to pursuit' her.
A man who looks down on men
would never suit her
She's a healer, and a soother,
It takes love to truly move her.
Such a strong mind that
heartbreak won't ever bruise her.
You'll never be the chooser,
You just manifest through her.
She changes your demeanor
into super from a stupor
Because when you see her face,
you see your future.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
I don't recall year one of life,
But I'm here now,
So they got it right.
Yet I remember being one,
On a mattress, in the sun,
The smell of bacon and farm odors,
Were part of me as I grew older.
But I never asked to grow up.
I walked first steps
In my father's shoes,
Blathered blissfully when I was two.
By the time I turned three,
I was sure youth suited me.
I could reach the outside door,
When I grew to the age of four.
Now the world's mine to explore.
But I never asked to grow older.
Then by five I tried to hide
From the travails of an older child;
The digging, weeding, painting, work:
My escape to school was my re-birth.
But I never asked to grow older.
I didn't ask to turn six,
Seven, eight, nine or ten;
I shuddered at our portends,
I didn't like how my world ends,
I finished fishing with Amens.
But I never asked to grow older.
I made twenty years ago,
When decades moved ever so slow;
Thirty came, forty gone,
And fifty didn't last that long.
But I never asked to grow older.
Since I must,
Please remember,
Dip my soother in Irish whiskey,
Include me if you solve the mystery,
And reference me and my life's history.
Feb 27, 2019
Feb 27, 2019 at 11:34 AM UTC
I am more
than equipped
to handle
my indiscretions,
but I'm soooooo much more
than a soother
for internal heat-rash.
Tho' I could have fooled myself,
I think I have a brain.
I know I have
a full set if teeth.
Lord knows,
I've had my own
share of grief
loving pain.
Dec 18, 2013
Dec 18, 2013 at 7:12 AM UTC
I'll never be good enough for her but she's the only one who can quiet this screaming soul
She is filled with love and grace, of a soul that's amazing and not a waste
The kindest person you'll ever meet, though sometimes her anger is not discreet
I'll never be good enough for her although she's definitely the cure
This life I've led is filled with choices down the road always traveled, minus a few down a road no one dared to take
To avoid the road less traveled I thought I could follow the crowd to make this passionate mind like the rest, a mind that I've grown to detest
This road which has torn me down like the worn ground I walked down to seek what I thought was the crown
This road is not for me, it took to long to clearly see, it took too long to set myself free
On the roads no one dared to take I was given bumps and bruises, scraps and thorns, mother nature, she surely abuses
If I could go back I'd make this choice, take this road towards the soul decision I always come back to
I would make that choice, I would have fully risen, I would be the man forged from fire and fission
Alas, we know time will never rewind in any manner, it ticks on and on and on and on
I've been the product of my own mistakes, choosing the wrong people that were always fakes
I'm tired of fighting this battle...
I don't want to do this anymore
I'm done shunning her and closing the door
This should be considered an open letter because I can change to make life better
I fear the damage is done and she'll forever be on the run
I'm tired of fighting this battle...
I don't want to do this anymore
I'm done shunning her and closing the door
Chances come few and far between in life and so I fear I've run out although one thought stays true...
I would chose that girl one million times over
Though she'll never pick me, I'm broken, I'm shattered
She's always been the most perfect music to my ears, the soother of all my fears
She's an angel on the eyes and she wears no disguise, the teller of truths and not lies
Am I just far fetched dreaming?
Am I a torn man, ripping my seaming?
Am I really that forgone?
I'm still filled with doubt, the opposite of the colossus of clout
Can I ever catch this break, my heart being hers to take
I fear for the worst for I will never bee good enough for her, at least for now that's what is for sure.
Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
You know
At this point I'm compelled
to join
in this dance, this masquerade. I
have an
assortment of hats, green, black, blue ,
stripped, ribbon,
turquoise, I can hide behind. No ones seen
the face
that holds it all. They've only seen the color of my mask
on that
day when the world was at turmoil, no
mask to
wear. Emerge the healer the soother
for mines
run out please. Have it anyway you like and enjoy but
be weary
of the no soliciting sign at my door. We don't need
the world
to end because the appropriate mask wasn't marked
With flowers.
See beyond the masks and see that they're all me past present and future.
Jun 20, 2012
Jun 20, 2012 at 12:30 PM UTC
She is .
She is. Beautifulll
Beautiful. She is.
This question bears an answer.
If the eyes are the windows..then
Pray tell..
What are the hands.
Or the orifice that says this to that.
Parts to smile..
Pouts to. Petulence.
Smiles.
But.. wait.
The peripheral hands.
They speak.implore. revel.
Demand.
But softly. They bear witness.
Carry hidden charm.
Fingers ornate.
Slender wrist
A testament to fluidity.
A cultural roadsign.
Ornate. Or bare.
Ornate in essence.
Ornate in message.
The messenger.healer.
Soother. Holder.
Ornate is the woman
Preceeding.and warm.
No small feat.
Sep 30, 2013
Sep 30, 2013 at 12:42 AM UTC
In our dark moments
We drift to God -
The peacemaker, reconciler, pacifier,
The believer's ultimate remedy!
The belief in the shaken soul
That nothing he can miss,
He's ever there with his wand of justice.
In our luminescent moments
We thank god -
The harbinger of all that's fair,
The soul's ultimate soother!
God up there all alone
Has his reward -
He's always needed in good times and bad!
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 3:19 AM UTC
The clouds decided to cry this week,
so I went outside to wander lost yet not alone,
for everyone leaves the sky when it's sad;
They don't comfort it or ask what's wrong,
instead they just walk away, go inside,
wait for it to be over.
Walking through its falling tears,
I become a gentle, delicate soother,
knowing well what it's like to be avoided,
at the times you need everyone most;
My whispered thoughts are sent to a darkening shade,
for words are not always needed.
It matters not if thunder rumbles, lightning flashes,
I get struck, thrown back, die,
so long as I get to give to it what I had not.
Slowly, the tears come to a stop,
washing away my blood from the pavement;
With a smile, I blow a lonely kiss.
May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
Love’s soother, sweeter than all lyre’s thrall,
Hark the lullaby held it captive, lest all sirens fall…
O sweeting!
Sang the wind unto me,
Lacking stature, crimsoned complexion,
My wishful gaze upon one…
Shades of affection, a dye hight red,
Sparked living as I gasped, “O yonder boon !”
Harbouring lust, yet gallantly shining;
Enchanting I, my soul deeply ensnared,
Yonder eyes, colourful or maybe of a shade?
One upon worlds, fair gleaming masquerade,
Myriad in colours, the fountain of all shades,
All but one it gleams, ‘tis yonder shade yclept fade…
Like Mab granting night’s pseudo-heaven,
Thou art to me my fairy, verily Mab; O amabilis!
Mine velvet noon, whose night’s fair and fancy,
O fair muse! La pucelle d’Alfheim, I flatter thee!
Flattering personas, all of the fairest,
Though one was lost, of all which I know not,
Wilt thou? Indulge me in those, thy full façade?
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 1:18 PM UTC
A body of music chords and sturms not required.
The body here never will it retire.
Most will seek and listen to her for desire.
Multiplier, of logic into her music she will muse your health, and tickle your sprite.
Not simply drew into scene with graphite.
At camp sights she's the fire bringer circle form of souls.
To behold, her lessons and keys to Understand, life is music, and all shall remember there worth.
Adagio, listen and enjoy for you will discover your path of being.
Albino lips speak hush your rigid anger.
Let music cleanse your behavior and calm your conduction.
The man ask of seduction, your scale is fierce keep in my mind, your beauty is musical made into devine.
No body yet you, that is "who" the conducter
We are keys in your puzzle, made to seem the reason of all.
So the keys you are now surround me with your flaws.
Disburst and subtract resume as once was.
Go threw life scaling above basic moments.
Life made mysterious, with craters on soil.
Music made to be heard.
So why not grow some more herds.
For points not able yet to be reached.
She made a music melody, so advanced when you hear your mind, will unlock hiden potentials.
That are truly essential.
For a life as a magical condition.
It is a heart, that made life as art far away yet right at place .
So as pulse and rate are in harmony with soul.
You conclude, your self on a plane that your riding coach in luxury comforts.
Gas never needing refilled for your life force is all that it will appeal.
Music is our ears soother telling us to love more than hate.
For hate has only a slow un natural pace.
That we as keys should avoid at all times.
You my music, I commences to ease the world into your harmony and power.
And shake your favorite chrods at it so it may become untralved.
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 12:36 PM UTC
A ring,
Soo many give one without thinking twice,
A king,
A queen,
Is there no wrong nor any right?
A bolter I hold at the end of the stick,
Tired ripped, shot down as me.
Burdened fish to thine sea,
Oh creator? Didst thou maketh me one?
I am thy own son, yes?
Bypass all the rest, for I will find one brand new,
A brand of secretive muse, a piracy smuggled in..
To cleanse me from sin's, external, and internal put..
Eyes to see all miracolous, no more plankness of soot.
Boreal freshness to tease this European glosser,
For dare I wish , this I do mindful reader..
Immaculate soother, one to bare these holes in hands,
To take this crown of thorns, as I.
For no saint I am.
I want no cathode, but the exact alike,
Where thou giveth her thine life, and the return comes full payment,
I want no show, I seek no entertainment,
But as a priest in ordainment,
I seek a high chemical capsules cannot plot you.
A spirit see through,
Transparent as thy ghost!!!!!!
A special toast of winding hills, and pickled thoughts,
Where nothings sold nor lost, but catheter to ways unknown!!!
Excreta to flow from our kisses, as our lips grown close by stitches, and hands go glued by palms...
A father and dame, a betwixting so tame, nothing worldly can be so exclusive!
I want one who shall exude me,
To move me,
To shake me in earthquake foundation's....
One of spiraled radiation.
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
We who see to plumb and ponder always turning pebble and stone,cutting to the quick pulling marrow from bone.Why ?
Arrested in time like children asking. The joy of disection. Us who seek.
We pose the querry never content. The puzzled inquisitor.
Poet ?
A frazzled strand on the helix. Pain emmersed ? Love unrequited.
We stand afar and scan the horizons.mark the twain at depths uncharted. WE who are blessed and cursed look deeper and longer at the Gorgon on certain pain.
Poet.seeker
Poet.mind painter.
Poet.mind sailor.
Poet.soul soother
Poet.revelator.
Poet.truth warrior.
Poet. My kin.
Poet.my sister
Poet. My brother.
Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC
There is the smile I carried alone for so long.
But yours is the smile I coerced from the steps.
Leather green *** slave
And on soother days I perform future's work.
God's deeds.
Breathing heavy
hoping yet
we are
breathing light
in dreams
A lullaby of sorts
That might make things a bit clear and if it doesn't
Well then that this is okay
Face staying warm and risk growing from my ribs
I wonder how colors taste to the heroes I've burned
Idols
Heroes and idols.
Stand in my little monster
Is this the sequence of regret and tragedy
Or is it now as someone said once
Sobering I call it these days
What is it?
The feeling of not composing the self
only involving your belch in the chorus
On the bus line I grew.
Temporal
Temporal
Temporal
And I cry
Long ago required my mind to separate tears from my eyes
A dry hobble and a glance over my shoulder
My hair perfect
My lines hidden a verse 1 space over
That's perfect I say
Reciting the image line of bloated pug carcasses and skin I've made in case of nights like tonight
End quote
I want out I want out with a bang
My blood grew
Flooded the hallway and now my thoughts of suicide dissolve
Father is it me now?
Am I that sound the crunch of glass meeting wood on elegant wood flooring?
Or father...
Am I the cherry asked for but left undigested
Alone in a trashcan
And then again alone in a dumpster
And simply waiting for a kitten to find me
And fill it's own belly
And finding in the morning
I've Teman not touched
Cowering under sunshine
Discovering a cowl and cane
I discovered locomotion
My reach far exceeding its grasp
Living with this world but very unsure if I belong to this blur
Do I belong to this blur?
Am I alone in this void?
Will I die *****
Watch a piece of myself die.
Oct 17, 2016
Oct 17, 2016 at 6:45 AM UTC
Speaking of bouncing off walls and of ceilings
to take off the edges from some
of my feelings
and in the process of falling to rise again calling
to someone
to anyone
to myself in the main
because pain is so personal.
Deep in the ego which has many dimensions
and with no intention of self analysis
which in itself
causes self paralysis.
I dive down and I find another me
of a kind that's unknown.
Where I thought was a child is a man fully grown
and the
loan of this man to the child who can see
beyond the borders of egos
beyond the borders of me
is a revelation
but did I want this to be?
all the trials we must take when I'd much rather make
gurgling sounds
all the ground we must make up when I'd much rather take up
the offer of a cot
yes
with a bottle and soother life was much smoother
but
time rings and with it brings responsibilities
abilities that will teach me
to reach out
to leach out
the last remnants of play as a child I would say
go away
I'm not playing
this game is no good but as only a child could
he finds something that
should make him smile
then imaged for a while
somewhere between the reflex and the shutter where the action is muttered in the click of a button
he puts his coat on and dives deep
to where the ego forgets and will keep
his secrets.
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 4:59 AM UTC
There are worse things I could do
Then fall for a battered heart or two
My mind gets lost in their confused translation
Are you in for the long haul or a short gestation
I do not mind soothing the ache for a while
Just as long as when you leave, you leave with a smile
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
The dreary weather
Pounding against the windows
Entirely impractical-
The windows I have: entirely imaginary
My train is due to come
A stowaway, I am.
The only soother for my wayward will
Aug 2, 2021
Aug 2, 2021 at 2:56 AM UTC
Listen,
you know at fifteen, sixteen,
someone beautiful arrives
and wins you over
with childish butterflies.
You might become obsessed
or think you're in love
but you're young -
you don't even know what love is.
Sometimes,
a person can be a security,
a little safety blanket or a dummy.
A soother to wipe down
my feverish head
when the night terrors kick back in.
You're not that.
You're the older, more beautiful,
bubbling entity I could tell my life to.
Imagine little kids
and a house in someplace boring.
You're exciting, terrifying,
you make me nervous. You make me
laugh like a geek
and scream like a sinner.
"You're a bad girl aren't you."
Yes, boy, yes I am.
I could be good for you though,
I promise I could be.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
Accompanying each other
complimenting one another
walking uphill and down hither
Taking twists and turns thither
at every nook and corners together
a journey without a bother
for years down altogether..
Still on ways smoother
Than any feel of smother
With no bubbles of frother
But as real like a soother..
With all imperfections like any other
For our friendship is like no other
Cheers to you , my friend forever...!!
Mar 17, 2023
Mar 17, 2023 at 12:18 PM UTC
that manuever
them other
words to
anything
you are
my
soother
this choke hold
you cast me
in
your grip
from an crush
to
an
touch
thank you
so
much
you have sewn in me
more than that
manuver
?
...
..
.
Mar 14, 2018
Mar 14, 2018 at 8:00 AM UTC
i do not love you for your
strength and grit, for your set jaw,
for the hard cartography of your knuckled
fist. i do not love you for your
sharp corners.
i rub your tensed wrist like
a pliant mouth, i wait for spread
fingers and vulnerable palm: a
hollow nest to dream in.
i want the hurt you soother like an
ulcer in your mouth, your night terror,
your ra-eyed vulnerability: these
unarmored parts which
are mine alone.
darling, you are not at war.
slow down, breathe deep, drop your guard.
no one is chasing you but me.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 3:42 AM UTC