"stoles" poems
Cold stoles the coast in geisha voiles
of pawned Atlantic mourning, where
The plangent skirl of larids
carry through the vast exquisite
plains of February emptiness.
Aloft on coronal ruin, she flew
in free form falling, between the spheres
she grew in brightness, and by her stroke,
the moping shale, appeared , as if transformed.
She blessed the face of stained glass saints
hung loud on hallowed walls, From a
palisade of glinting brinks, she
hauled deserted chapels into
parishes of lambent wake
their majesties , reborn.
Mar 18, 2017
Mar 18, 2017 at 3:47 AM UTC
CUMHAL called out, bending his head,
Till Dathi came and stood,
With a blink in his eyes, at the cave-mouth,
Between the wind and the wood.
And Cumhal said, bending his knees,
"I have come by the windy way
And learn to pray when you pray.
"I can bring you salmon out of the streams
And heron out of the skies."
But Dathi folded his hands and smiled
With the secrets of God in his eyes.
And Cumhal saw like a drifting smoke
All manner of blessed souls,
Women and children, young men with books,
And old men with croziers and stoles.
"praise God and God's Mother,' Dathi said,
"For God and God's Mother have sent
The blessedest souls that walk in the world
To fill your heart with content."
"And which is the blessedest,' Cumhal said,
"Where all are comely and good?
Is it these that with golden thuribles
Are singing about the wood?"
"My eyes are blinking,' Dathi said,
"With the secrets of God half blind,
But I can see where the wind goes
And follow the way of the wind;
"And blessedness goes where the wind goes,
And when it is gone we are dead;
I see the blessedest soul in the world
And he nods a drunken head.
"O blessedness comes in the night and the day
And whither the wise heart knows;
And one has seen in the redness of wine
The Incorruptible Rose,
"That drowsily drops faint leaves on him
And the sweetness of desire,
While time and the world are ebbing away
In twilights of dew and of fire."
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Ring-doves with stoles
as black as ice,
constrained by priestly cloth,
flew oblivious to our delights,
blotting the evening sun.
As rooks adorned
The Gallows frame,
with limbs demure and frail,
bleak spectres stalked the shadows
nigh, their faces gaunt and pale.
You sought a comfort
truly base,
on rocks far to the west,
thatched dwellings stirring distantly,
the town it would not rest.
For fear of the malicious one
that steals both young and aged:
The Gallows wait,
their slender necks,
like brittle coppice gates.
Feb 15, 2012
Feb 15, 2012 at 2:05 PM UTC
When the moon faints into the dark
There comes a girl who sells sunlight
Wearing dark bruises into her scratched skin,
Followed by vicious wolves with ****** teeths,
To ward of the gloom
To paint the dark,
For what was been painted on her colored hopes,
Was Labyrinth of suffering
She stoles the sunlight from the day
At least the sun doesnt mind it,
She bends to the peoples who needed the sunlit jars in the moonless dusk.
For their darkling shore of the heart
They try to go to her,
But is held back.
There's a girl who sells sunlight
Dipped in lefted ecstacies
And fades
As None had a strength to
follow her into the dark
Oct 9, 2022
Oct 9, 2022 at 3:18 AM UTC
We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon;
with rich white cloths
and fine silver spoons.
The silent ghosts
of our former lives
danced like newborn moths
above our knives.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
We shivered in the air.
It chilled our veins.
We chatted over old dreams,
still warm in our brains.
The planets quivered
in the arctic air of space.
I studied your smile,
your laugh, your face.
All the ice-cold breezes
swept away your sighs.
All the bone-chilling winds
gave freedom to our lies.
We dined in starlight
on the dark side of the Moon.
And the stars wore white mink stoles.
Jan 16, 2013
Jan 16, 2013 at 2:01 PM UTC
Masks have different kind.
To know their motive, no one can find.
Carefulness,prudent,knowledge and wisdom
are require in any kingdom.
Stoles put on Creator's mask.
Present prophet Elijah,who preach
to gain power,praise,money
and bask.
They live different
from their speech.
Demons come under smiling mask
to accomplish their wicked task;
destruction,distractio contortion,
too difficult to know that they're
convolution.
So also ***** lover.
Who was considered as one's apple.
They caress,hug,kiss and hover.
But only incubus and succubus people.
Which masks are employees putting?
Are they working or waiting?
Inernia,lethargy,forty winks and lazybones,
are these not their dones?
The books and pens feel lexicographers .
Putting on masks of
burning midnight candles.
Destined for doctors,actors,lawyer bankers and geographers.
But at last,merit to have f-9 in bundles.
Which mask are you wearing,
or do your face often appear as made?
Ability,nature,feeling and worrying,
how do you show
this grade.
Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
I used to think you loved me
in my head I was scared
I continued to think you at least cared right ...
were did you go
I cant find what we had its gone
gone
I've looked every were
with you I lost all sense of right from wrong
stoles kissed
stolen right from my lips
why sleep when it will only show me you
you cant just forget
I nearly had *** with you
I fear the touch of men
but some how I
I let you without any fear
know I hate myself
don't wont anyone to touch me
please
someone try to start conversations
I need to tell someone
don't look at me like that
I cant take the judgmental people will give
Im a mess
lost
scared
I need a person to fight through my walls
make me love the way some guys touch
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC
"Which world do you prefer?"
An illusion created by one's mind
May destroy a life
For it is a disease of an irrational illness
Just another hide-a-way
To keep secretes
Separating the real world from fantasy
But, what happens if the delusions
Revealed what is underneath the lies that it be stoles?
And fantasies start to become the real world?
Are our dreams gaining so much power, that is takes full control?
Can it be true?
Humans are afraid to face the truth
So they prefer to live in a world that barely exists
The days light reveals reality
But when darkness falls
The night deeply sleeps away
As more dreams gets created
Adding more power to something that is fake
Then revealing the truth when we awake
Though our foolish minds don't dare to believe,
We would rather live in a world that we establish
When we fall asleep
So I keep running and running
Hoping to reach a stop
Wondering if I should leave behind
All I got
Here I stand,
Ready to take on everything, day by day
I once told myself never to be like my mother
And fear what life gives
Never be like my father
And drink my life away
I failed to do both
I'm not as strong as I thought I was
But I struggle to change
To find the strength and face reality
It is not as simple as most people tend to say
Now I see why others prefer
To hide-a-way
To this day I remain in confusion
Questioning how life can be so brutal
That it pushes us over the edge
To the point where we can't bare
Over time I came to realize
Life is a lesson that's needed to be learned
So be prepared to face the real world
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
One Year plus...
Why bother
...each time
A Win!!!
Stolen by Comrades
Once Loved
...split bounty
away from sight
Three times , no 4 ...
Leaving bread crumbs
To the Veiw
None Cried Out..
Wearing their stoles
******
The real prince
Spotted
At the Scene
Horrified Juror
For his own
Wife
Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:28 PM UTC
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me.
That's what I believed when I was young
But now that's not true at all.
True sticks and stones can break my bones
But words hurt so much deeper.
Wounds inflicted by sticks and stones can be easily understood
But wounds done by words are more complex.
When you use sticks and stones you know you're causing damage
But when using words you don't know if what you're saying really hurts.
So really it should be sticks and stoles may break my bones
But those wounds heal so much faster.
Jun 19, 2016
Jun 19, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC