"swiftest" poems
It's beginning...
As my day matured into the tangerine sun.
Familiar feelings effortlessly conjured as the same old tales were spun.
Some came in hues of marmalade
Traces of citrus that left in haste.
Initial sweetness on the palate that would fade
Only making way for a bitter aftertaste.
A few were wrapped in tints of ginger.
A jolt-like sensation that spoke...
Intense and unmistakable in nature.
Like glowing embers engulfed in latent flames and smoke.
Several bore the colours and scent of marigold
Boasting of orange petals whimsically waving to the clouds...
Whispering hints of rumours from days of old,
Days of when mine was the only silent face in a boisterous crowd.
The ones forged in bronze were few and hardly said.
Like the only compelling excerpt embedded within infinite chapters.
Hidden words in plain sight strung together boldly in red.
Rubies cast carelessly in the swiftest of rivers...
It is beginning...
The end of today as the sun grew redder...
I'd bide the sands of time as it slips away into forever...
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 11:33 AM UTC
The all seeing iris imperial city
The swiftest of stylus this side of the ‘sippi
The trippiest spittin’ Promethean hippy
Conspiracy theorist of eeriest verse
The despotic hypnotic black flag bearin’ Hearst
Still immersing myself in a poverty trap
As I grapple with lack of fact check cashing crap
Cryogenically frozen emotion vibes flowin’
From out my funk bunker boombox
Overthrowin’
Your global dominion opinion with ease
Shootin’ breezes with Tirailleurs Senegalese
I’m the kid wicked picket sign paintin’ Tom Sawyer
The ill eagle Taino privilege enjoyer
Still swoopin’ in mean on each **** I make clean
Pick the bones dry of serpentine oil green dreams
Then I bury what’s left of your money machines
With the pharaohs of old’s latest pyramid schemes
Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
A late hour indeed, darkness over land, but
A bright light shines from a moon above
As a shadow sweeps across the surface.
For a moment, it stands emblazoned, precarious
Adumbrated phoenix in the sky,
But it does not flare out.
Sweeping lower, the form resolves,
Alights narrowly on a fine branch.
For a moment, it struggles for balance
But soon it finds a niche, stands true;
Visage of wisdom in the night
But not without flaw
Not the swiftest, lacking in grace
Lost territories in cunctation.
Still, secure in its plumage,
Into the night, ready to fly:
Hunter poised in the trees
It soars aloft
Nearby, another branch inhabited
Not a vision this one, a voice.
A lighter weight, a softer presence
Harmonious to the calm
Tones of beauty to the air
It rings forth
Awhile, this one too struggled
It tried the songs of the mockingbird
Some rang esthetic, others strange,
But now its own song found:
Anthem sung for the heart
Chorus all may hear
Birds of the night. Dark to dawn
Their habits thus have been.
Now with the new morning,
A change in the season;
Mind and Song together to the sky
Light out for the lit horizon …
~D.B. Guy (May 2008)
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 2:23 AM UTC
Entangled, inseparable, the dark and the light; the sun and the night.
Sandy blond hair and a musical laugh; jet black locks and swiftest flight.
Heights they encompass and the depths they rule.
One, united forever, from balance to fall.
He, the prophet, musician and scholar; She, the maiden, huntress and guardian.
Spheres opposing, mixed and mighty.
Fire and water, the shadows in the forest and the piercing rays of dawn.
Starstruck, moonstruck and tied together in lunar madness.
The Lord, the Lady, marked by fate bound by destiny, yet the fall begins.
Intoxicating, this bond is; the burden of power, responsibility and statute.
Deep they fell, into abysmal glorious ecstasy, and crossed the forbidden boundary.
Their spheres merge, tempted they are and temptation the succumb to.
Blood, the blood they share, reddens the moon and darkens the sun.
The Earth descends into eternal twilight.
Oct 2, 2013
Oct 2, 2013 at 12:23 AM UTC
it begins about mid-evening,
the edges of the rug being pulled
ever so gently.
intoxicated feet
do not notice a room slipping
beneath them.
it hastens nearer to morning;
as the magic carpet ride is
coming to a close
we begin to pat our bodies
& notice the things that fell from us.
sobriety. clothes. drugs. money....
ego walls pain
After inventory is taken,
the day starts without waiting for
your tired eyes.
oh, the saddest meeting of eyes,
with the swiftest passing of friends, drugs, memories, laughter
evening abliss.
I am dropped,
center stage -- reality.
at the same moment the drugs wear off. the last quarter is spent. the first rays of the sun peek through
and the last meeting of eyes
as the last glimpse of a shoe
disappears at the door's edge.
the rug has been pulled
reality
and the curtains have been drawn
slumber.
Jul 28, 2017
Jul 28, 2017 at 2:03 PM UTC
Just because we've torn their statues down,
and cast them from their temples,
doesn't for a moment mean the gods are dead.
Land of Ionia, they love you yet,
their spirits still remember you.
When an August morning breaks upon you
a vigour from their lives stabs through your air;
and sometimes an ethereal and youthful form
in swiftest passage, indistinct,
passes up above your hills.
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I was a single monkey I drew him in my world
typing the opening of my Hamlet. I write him in my lines.
different from all I had ever known a love that will only die with me.
every atom belonging to me as good the heart that keeps mine beating.
It belongs to her You were none
Her soul was beautiful now you’re all.
and she kept it veiled his swiftest blow,
lightly-laced humility and fear we righted our mistakes
with a strangely aching heart I trusted in his honest utterance.
I and this mystery, here we stand. Oh blind cupidity! insane anger!
She went out like a firefly, I never broke my faith
The heart hoards its thorns my heart is always propped up
Just as the rose profligates. in a field ready for the next arrow
I wondered about you when you told me never to leave.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
Life’s a marathon
It’s never been a sprint
But time goes by so fast
You’ll wonder where it went
So make the most of it
Would be my comment
And when the clock runs out
You can die content
Life’s a marathon
It’s never been a dash
You must conserve energy
If you want to last
It’s not won by the swiftest
Because they run real fast
Is it won by the wisest
You might want to ask
Life’s a marathon
So to stay in the running
More than being fast
You’ll have to be cunning
If you want to last
And be deemed as stunning
Once the dye is cast
Your victory is coming
Life’s a marathon
Not a simple race
If you want to win
You’ll have to keep pace
And time yourself
To stay in the chase
In order to cross the line
And come in first place
Cedric McClester, Copyright 2016. All rights reserved.
Sep 9, 2016
Sep 9, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
The wildfire spreads
Engulfing everything in its path
Burning them into ruins
Passing on the flames
To the last ones standing
It's merciless
It's mighty
Come the bravest
Come the swiftest
The army that fights the beast
Watching on
Helpless
As the fire destroys
Wrecking all into ashes
Sep 19, 2013
Sep 19, 2013 at 5:11 AM UTC
Stay, rivulet, nor haste to leave
The lovely vale that lies around thee.
Why wouldst thou be a sea at eve,
When but a fount the morning found thee?
Born when the skies began to glow,
Humblest of all the rock's cold daughters,
No blossom bowed its stalk to show
Where stole thy still and scanty waters.
Now on thy stream the noonbeams look,
Usurping, as thou downward driftest,
Its crystal from the clearest brook,
Its rushing current from the swiftest.
Ah! what wild haste!--and all to be
A river and expire in ocean.
Each fountain's tribute hurries thee
To that vast grave with quicker motion.
Far better 'twere to linger still
In this green vale, these flowers to cherish,
And die in peace, an aged rill,
Than thus, a youthful Danube, perish.
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It's all been soiled like some overused sponge stinking of mildew and the precise antithesis of the cleanliness it was meant to produce.
It took but a second for my overly-romanticized secret affair to be shoved into the bottom of the garbage disposal and minced over and over by the thunderous roar and bite in the throat of the sink, and *good ******* lord* I felt every grind and tear slicing up my entrails and leaving me gutted and panicked on the kitchen floor.
This is why he, and every other precious charm sparkling in the trove of my heart belong locked away in a safe and hence buried at the deepest trench that can thus even only be located by the swiftest of explorers.
I should have known you to surpass qualifications in navigating the turbulence (there be none for you, probably, anyway) and disarray that is the ever-winding contour of halls and trap-doors within the chambers of my heart.
You're too sly to just float along the surface to the tempo of my shallow praises in that scarlet inner tube and work on your tan from the UV Rays emanating from the warmth of my I am happy smiles,
No, you're unsatisfied lest you've overturned every lingering mystery and lighted the sad, empty shadows that I had humbly darkened so to preserve the pathetic weaknesses and guilty pleasures that I hide inside them.
I'm sad that you think that with that necessary darkness comes malice, because I've never had an honest evil wish for even the scaliest of serpents.
But now you know that for yourself, and you knowing is the same as five billion men and women hearing and seeing and discovering at last the very unremarkable and demeaning secrets of my heart.
I'm going to try to be okay with this, so all the while please,
if you can manage,
try to be okay with me and my "lie".
Oct 9, 2013
Oct 9, 2013 at 2:48 AM UTC
He or she who can put pen to paper
And write words for all to cherish and savour,
Who can touch the heart and fire the mind
And make us see things as if we were blind;
Who paints word pictures, again and again
With the swiftest strokes of a fountain pen,
Awakening feelings of wonder and awe
That, perhaps haven’t been sensed before;
Who makes heavy hearts feel at ease
As easily as warm winds bend willow trees;
Truly, on that Poet’s words we should feed
For surely they’re worthy of praise indeed.
Jan 19, 2012
Jan 19, 2012 at 1:38 AM UTC
APA hates American Typewriter,
14-point font,
and loves that double space,
But as a writer, I have permission to dismiss.
Topsy-Turvey,
Backwards motion.
I once, angry, ****** in ocean,
And drank seawater with mayonnaise.
I freaked dolphins and made crater waves.
X-ray
Baybay
Snuffleupagus
Pay to play
Win the day
Ruffle-up-opus
Eye-spy
Night by
Night by
Nigh by
The swiftest hand
Comes night by
Weirdly flowing blind sty.
Pierce my hands for understanding.
Oct 15, 2013
Oct 15, 2013 at 2:39 PM UTC
Scintillating shades of brilliance absorb into my pores
Opulently bathing me in a radiant light
Flowing through my senses, appealing to my soul
An incandescent energy of pure delight
Tranquil beads of silken dew form upon my skin
Expressing adoration for the light
Pleasing drops of exultation, tears of joy divine
Sending darkness into the swiftest flight
A renewal of my spirit, eagerly blooming intensity
Persuasion of the sweetest kind
Is found in this release, the delightful peace I keep
Bathing in the brilliant light I find
An incandescent energy is flowing from my senses
Sending darkness fleeing from my soul
Tranquil beads of light are beaming from my spirit
Sweetly smiling, as darkness loses hold
Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
PEREGRINE
Swiftest falcon wings
keenest sight from highest heights
sky-diving arrow.
SWALLOWS
Raindrops' graceful plumes
swift wisps and springs arriving
two tail brothers' breeze.
CROW
Observant shadow
pies memorizing faces;
jet sharp reaper waits...
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 6:11 PM UTC
down south you forget the ripening leaves
and chilly mornings of bright october
no matter for redly a dying time grieves
sunlight on water fair smiling deceives
at dawn the frost shone hard on grass and clover
down south you forget the ripening leaves
yet clock there remains the swiftest of thieves
treating the same way both stayer and rover
no matter for redly a dying time grieves
telling each young one that what he believes
is false never true and patience is over
down south you forget the ripening leaves
slowly to slaughter we marched off the beeves
a suitable task for the youthful drover
no matter how redly a dying time grieves
the adult must measure how much he achieves
in calm acquiescence knowingly sober
down south you forget the ripening leaves
no matter how redly a dying time grieves
Feb 24, 2010
Feb 24, 2010 at 3:46 AM UTC
Be gone thy spirit and soul.
Let me die here and now.
For I have lost all hope of this life.
I wish for death on the swiftest of wings,
or a sign of hope on the stampeding
hooves of life.
Beaten down into the earth.
Bones of mentality shatter,
a dozen times over.
Screaming anxiety let my soul die.
Let my spirit dwindle.
I banish thee and go in grace.
For I have tried and failure prevailed.
I need not be here.
I don't belong.
So let me be and go and rest my
splintered spirit and die on this barren ground
which is called life.
Nov 2, 2010
Nov 2, 2010 at 2:39 PM UTC
In my search for the serene quietude of dawn
To warm with embers the cold rivers of my soul
I have forsaken your dark shores
Rising and gliding above the hills and mountains
In the swiftest speed I roared
But a giant realization had snatched me
From the mountainous caverns of solitude
Indeed as I have always known, it is
Inside the warmth of your animated splendor
With impassioned ears, I listened to
The sweet cacophonies of jeepneys roaring
In your busy streets, and the hawkers hawking
Along the sidewalks and sidestreets of life
Hustling under the red skies of your twilight
I am alive, and you are alive
Amidst the death that pervades the air
And the disquiet of the surrounding chaos
Like a dark ominous fog that rises into the stars
Destroying the holiness of dreams
Life, life, life! I screamed into the depths of your bay
Hoping to dredge from the red waters, the long gone
Where tattered dreams where made anew
Woven from the silken threads of sleep
Birthed by the once glorious rising of the sun
We are alive, we want you alive
And with our heft, we will raise our fists
We will break the locked doors of heaven
To drag out the kings to hell
And sentence them to the nothingness
We will dance, like the galaxies
Hammering and pounding the ground
Shattering the yokes of cerebral slumber
To ignite the furnaces of life
And start anew a fire that would burn
To bring the light through the everlasting dark!
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 8:48 AM UTC
I've seen the known swiftest person lose in a race
The strongest fought in a battle and came out defeated
The unqualified applied and emerged the chosen one
Meeting/exceeding the requirements is NOT always what it takes to win
Sometimes, grace and favor make all the difference.
Mar 9, 2021
Mar 9, 2021 at 8:03 PM UTC
all the best things
it seems
end abruptly
a thunderstorm in summer
when the clouds suddenly disappear
spent
and the sun starts to shine
the book containing missing pages
that will never be filled
by the author
who died
peacefully
unaware
in his sleep
the sunset
falling behind the ocean
and covered by the streaming
black ink
of night
the shooting star
that you saw
disappear
before the wish
you wanted to whisper
could tumble from your lips
the song
missing the last chorus
that shattered
into a thousand pieces
of silence
the sentence
you always started
whispering
but could never finish
the phone call
that dies
in the dead of night
your birthday
lasting the swiftest
twenty four hours
why does it have to end
at 12am
(when i wasn't born at midnight?)
this poem would
too
if i were brave enough
but i'm not
so i'm ending
on you
Nov 8, 2014
Nov 8, 2014 at 3:51 AM UTC
Part One
WALK IN THE PARK (ON A GOOD DAY)
______________________
ROADS
Where choices begin,
some are quick to find its end,
wise keep journeying.
STAINED GLASS
Shattered pieces make
The cathedral of your soul,
stained light still shines true.
WINDOW
Take a peek inside
the lives within kept warm.
Make yourself / a home.
BUTTERFLY
a dangerous thing:
inspiration's fragile wings
metamorphoses.
LOTUS FLOWER
Morning-star-burst-bloom
floral crown on tranquil lake
she walks on water.
NAPE
Warm whispers of lips
down the meadows of your neck.
Sweet familiar bed.
BOMBYX MORI
White mulberry leaves,
its veins univoltine wines
silk, worm's waste of time.
PEREGRINE
Swiftest falcon wings
keenest sight from highest heights
sky-diving arrow.
SWALLOWS
Raindrops' graceful plumes
swift wisps and springs arriving
two tail brothers' breeze.
RENEWAL'S GLEE
Cherry blossom clowns
winsome pink dandruff laughter.
Spring floral snowflakes.
TAI CHI
Dawn's ceremony
wet grass tickling our feet
we wave away night.
SOCCERMOM
Mother's sideline cheers
loud for wheelchair legged champ
no goals made red card.
WEDDING
Now that we've fallen,
hand in hand so grippingly,
until death our kiss.
FAMILY CIRCUS
Death defying lunch
life in a trapeze show gasp!
Fights for ringmaster.
PEANUTS
Child's play tricks we played
like pigpen we ***** love
Flight of red barons.
OSMOSIS
Blossoms in Springtime
burst like Japanese kisses,
how to love haiku.
Mar 21, 2016
Mar 21, 2016 at 3:49 PM UTC
I look at the image of your face on my phone
more often then I should
I wonder why you leave with the swiftest ease
You were/are broken pretty bad
I can't help noticing how selfish I am
sometimes
I wonder when you think of me
I wonder when/if you'll care
I drink in excess
I'm broken myself
My brake makes me a coward
I hope you will forgive me
If/When you leave I'll cry
I'll curse myself, I'll die
in forty years
Because when the time comes I'll
replay every time you told me how you
felt, And I won't stop your leaving
or even try, until you've left and it's too late
And I'll be a huge cliché, just as you told me I was
But until then, I'll piece you together
next to the memories in my head
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC
Your soft breath upon my face
It slithers through the feathers of my hair.
The scent of your skin,
Presses me into tender dreams.
As your eyes gently lift up to meet mine.
I hastily drifter mine.
As your stare rolls over my face.
My timid eyes ended up staring
Onto the swiftest corners of your body.
What would I say, if you caught my gaze?
A simple taste of desire,
Has left my body, caught in fire.
Fever it is, that deep look on your face.
As the room spreads out the moment
Into a lifetime, into ocean and space.
And again my lips trembles,
As the tip of my tongue tries hard,
To lick away the dry and delicate circumstance.
You rub your fingers on my arm
Playfully with a soft disguise of empty eyes.
I know you're staring at me.
You know I'm staring back at you.
What more do we need,
In this moment of truth?
No words will suffice.
Except for a gaze in your eyes.
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:29 AM UTC
On the edge, I feel a gust of wind splinter
It chills me like an icy hug from Old Man Winter
I see my target now
And to the Gods of frost, I begin a bow
He is my nemesis, a slimy thief
He stole her heart and left me a receipt of grief
She holds his arm, crystal love in her eyes
Beholding this sight, righteous rage starts to fly
I bound towards them, a hateful beast
My hunger for revenge awaiting its feast
I nudge her aside, unwilling for her harm
I look into my enemy’s mind, seeing the oceans of hollow charm
Unto him, I will unleash my pain
The need for catharsis has driven me insane
My love barely manages to scream, “Darling, please!...”
I severed his throat like swiftest breeze
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 10:54 PM UTC