"thieved" poems
O stony grey soil of Monaghan
The laugh from my love you thieved;
You took the gay child of my passion
And gave me your clod-conceived.
You clogged the feet of my boyhood
And I believed that my stumble
Had the poise and stride of Apollo
And his voice my thick tongued mumble.
You told me the plough was immortal!
O green-life conquering plough!
The mandril stained, your coulter blunted
In the smooth lea-field of my brow.
You sang on steaming dunghills
A song of cowards' brood,
You perfumed my clothes with weasel itch,
You fed me on swinish food
You flung a ditch on my vision
Of beauty, love and truth.
O stony grey soil of Monaghan
You burgled my bank of youth!
Lost the long hours of pleasure
All the women that love young men.
O can I stilll stroke the monster's back
Or write with unpoisoned pen.
His name in these lonely verses
Or mention the dark fields where
The first gay flight of my lyric
Got caught in a peasant's prayer.
Mullahinsa, Drummeril, Black Shanco-
Wherever I turn I see
In the stony grey soil of Monaghan
Dead loves that were born for me.
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The seasons circled back again
To touch from start to end
I feel the summer creeping forth;
Its voice is in the wind.
The warmth is like a long lost book
I open once again
To stroke aside each dog-eared page
To see where this began:
Two years ago, two summers past
On morning such as this
The sun was climbing up the sky,
The grass was touched with mist.
I chased the dawn down past the lake
That imitated glass
The early-morning gentle air
Breathed wind, so soft and chaste.
We moved then like the moon and sun,
One far and one behind.
I followed shrinking shadows while
You basked in morning's shine.
A wistful turn would break that spell,
Your warmth was hard to miss
There in the daybreak's balmy air
So fresh, so new, so crisp.
And you- the sun- you rose and came
Like light across the ground
My breathless lips would part in awe,
Yet utter not a sound.
Sweet Sunshine thieved my breath away
And filled my marveling eyes
The once eternal nightingale
Had turned her back on night.
That was the long-lost summer when
All things were then in bloom
The beginning of the ending when
The Sun fell for the Moon.
May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 11:12 AM UTC
**You were a predator in disguise
And I was a lamb in your eyes
You're a threat to everyone
Because you can be anyone**
**You took interest on me
Like a prey ready for free
You use words so gentle
But deep inside it is brittle**
**You do some kind of trick
So instant in just a mouse click
Letting someone be deceived
Their trust, you thieved**
**I am sickened and disgusted
Of the scene you combusted
People like you should not be trusted
And I hope you will soon be busted**
5:03, 12-25-14©
Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 4:06 AM UTC
.
*Gaze ye not
'pon the misfortune
of the Harlequin,
his dead eyes
will see nothing
of your heart.
Pity ye not
the clown 'pon
his misery bed
of Narcissus petals.
Emotion has thieved
its own fortune,
carrying the weight
of bitter experience.
The furnace, long cold.
Never the embers
glow in his soul,
trapped in a world
when life cares not,
nor matters to the afflicted,
who is mocked
by thy Gaze.*
© Pagan Paul (11/11/18)
Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 1:02 PM UTC
Now the rich cherry, whose sleek wood,
And top with silver petals traced
Like a strict box its gems encased,
Has spilt from out that cunning lid,
All in an innocent green round,
Those melting rubies which it hid;
With moss ripe-strawberry-encrusted,
So birds get half, and minds lapse merry
To taste that deep-red, lark’s-bite berry,
And blackcap bloom is yellow-dusted.
The wren that thieved it in the eaves
A trailer of the rose could catch
To her poor droopy sloven thatch,
And side by side with the wren’s brood—
O lovely time of beggar’s luck—
Opens the quaint and hairy bud;
And full and golden is the yield
Of cows that never have to house,
But all night nibble under boughs,
Or cool their sides in the moist field.
Into the rooms flow meadow airs,
The warm farm baking smell’s blown round.
Inside and out, and sky and ground
Are much the same; the wishing star,
Hesperus, kind and early born,
Is risen only finger-far;
All stars stand close in summer air,
And tremble, and look mild as amber;
When wicks are lighted in the chamber,
They are like stars which settled there.
Now straightening from the flowery hay,
Down the still light the mowers look,
Or turn, because their dreaming shook,
And they waked half to other days,
When left alone in the yellow stubble
The rusty-coated mare would graze.
Yet thick the lazy dreams are born,
Another thought can come to mind,
But like the shivering of the wind,
Morning and evening in the corn.
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Hey there my dear,
It's been like a "year".
And yet I am here
Trying not to shed tears.
About that mistake
you thought it was fake
But then it did take
your one life and sake.
I recall that time
That afternoon chime
I heard that a crime
was your death's grime.
Oh, could you believe
How your mama grieved–
That it has been thieved;
That your life had leaved?
And then there's your father...
No one could cry greater.
You said "See you later."
But later was never.
Your sister was weeping
with each step she's taking
each closer she's getting
your record of dying.
Your brother looks for you,
and he's asking me too
Why we're all so blue.
We can't tell him what's true.
I can't accept this,
After all you promised
After that last kiss,
I'll remember in bliss.
I can't accept that...
you're gone. It's fact
Us all (and your cat),
Hope heaven's where you're at.
I can't blame your choice,
I could not stop your voice.
You were with the boys,
But you were just their toy.
A first it was fun,
You thought you were one.
A brother; yet when done
No longer saw the sun.
You prayed you would last,
But that time had past,
Fate's vote had been cast.
Frat had you harassed.
It just was not fair,
I can feel your lost air:
That you died in a chair,
And they pulled your hair
They had you in a daze,
planned to have you a craze
You died into a haze,
Big mistake: the frat maze.
See the bruises they made,
None of them were your aid
You prayed you don't fade,
I prayed you just stayed.
But you left anyway,
and without further a say
Frat took your life away
on a cold winter day.
Battered flesh, broken bone.
Altogether, alone.
That call on the phone,
Hung a chilling sad tone.
And again, they did tell
That you badly swelled.
That nothing went well,
That into death you fell.
I'm not moving on...
you're gone...you're gone.
But your frat went on.
and on and on.
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:09 AM UTC
Velcro-like hands
Grip and pull
At every thread of his textile presence
As a spider clings
to her
silky haven in the rain
With every tear
she grows less stable
And every shudder
draws hopes of Heaven
Past this haven, in the tree branch, that she built her life upon
And the web; it softly whispers
It is trapped in finite murmur
Once high hopes of hereafter, embroider fears that she “was once”
In the rain,
she is suspended
Thoughts thieved away by daydream
Her mind drifts back to sunny lives
And her Velcro-like grasp
Loosens
Just a little.
Jul 11, 2012
Jul 11, 2012 at 1:08 PM UTC
well peasant boy milked the cow proved god
that fed and gave the mosquito,
and the people still desired the flashy bling:
that stole the magpie -
that stole the magpie from the cake
in diadem of whipped cream of having it too;
what the magpie stole, from having it too to not having
it, the magpie with the magpie’s thieving eye
accustomed itself to what is desired being thieved
but not thieved by a magpie:
aesop’s eloquence would have helped here
to compare a silver spoon given to the groom
prior to marriage... as the twinkle in that magpie’s eye
or the antidote in bullet shot at a warewolf
sitting lonesome with the moon, bare-chested in the forest
hearing a creepy sound of a fallen branch breaking nearby
under pressure from a foot - echoing the words:
‘no wild animal comes this close to man in the depths of its niche.’
Nov 21, 2015
Nov 21, 2015 at 12:20 PM UTC
Hello sad clown
You must peel that irony off your lips, you thieved it from me.
Your grotesque eyes bore through don't they?
If so, why am I not all bones yet?
Hollow noises would ricochet would my flesh would turn weary of holding me.
Hello sad clown
With your frown- upside down-
Is your plastic as tensile as my heart seems to be?
I would slice a knife beneath your sloping eyebrows, so you wouldn't see what I have.
It was pretty as hope and it decided to **** me.
Hello sad clown
Do you miss your happy shadow?
Or does it leech around in sadistic mockery murmuring things about your past?
I would lend you all my heart-cheats -
But they would involve the blackness of your soul or inside your eyelids.
**Mirror mirror on the wall,
Am I the saddest clown of them all?**
Dec 27, 2013
Dec 27, 2013 at 5:09 AM UTC
A darling girl of three
Violet ribbon cradles golden hair
They fuss over her porcelain skin
Blushing cheeks and baby blue eyes
“Eyes you just want to steal,” say They.
She crayons pictures of castles
And heroic princes.
Her little dolls are played
Then locked in their little dollhouse
A fair girl of fifteen
Mornings she is taunted and condemned
By the mocking mirror.
She stares
And draws a smile on the vacancy.
Head, shoulders, knees and toes-
Strings attached to all.
Puppetted by the fetters of Expectation,
She smiles, and acts,
And dresses in little outfits
To please Them.
A charming girl of seventeen
Immured little fingers cradle the wiled world.
A Crayoned face fronts the masquerade.
Mangled in tangled strings,
She offers her heart and scissors to a little blonde boy
And cries, Kiss it better.
He smiles and smooths her brow
As his honeyed whispers tear her open
And he ties a heartstring.
He stitches her up with the thread of Promises
Leaving ribbon-scars delicate as lace.
Blueblack bruises blossom across
And stain her porcelain skin.
She shatters
While screaming his innocence.
Thieved eyelight
Makes for a jaded girl of eighteen.
A darling girl of three
Plays with toys
As They toy with her.
Just another broken doll to be.
Nov 2, 2011
Nov 2, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
Bow to
the greatest thief that ever thieved.
I can steal opportunity from
myself
with ease.
Bow to
the greatest liar that ever lived
I can kid
myself
if I so please.
Bow to
the greatest killer that ever breathed.
I can leave
my dreams
deceased.
Feb 22, 2016
Feb 22, 2016 at 5:52 PM UTC
Below the river’s mirrored surface
Sun-catchers collect the eyes of fish
And in reflecting rainbows
Cast shadows through the currents.
The slippers of dimpled stones
Tip-toe down-river-bottom
The same direction that the
Weeds blow.
Naked bodies that gleam blushes
Connect with the hot rocks
And rippled movements,
Each one dives into the cold clutches of aqua
Each one leaps on the rocks to lie in the sun.
The black and blue dragonflies,
They boast their fast flight
In full circles and angled turns
And from their deep-set ebony eyes
Pierce the spaces under rocks and between leaves.
Grains of sand are thieved from the shores
By the fast fleeing waters that do not
Stay in one place long.
Those under the water
Those that listen
Hear the music that is so subtly drawn with each grain of sand
Hear the music in the reflecting sun-catchers
Hear the foot-falls of every dimpled stone
Hear the music in the movements of those naked bodies
And in the speedy flight of black and blue dragonflies.
Jan 13, 2013
Jan 13, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
the shadow picks
a nice path on your face;
across planes,
in wells
I never drank from,
on a pink bud
from which I stole
sugar
instead
of
tasting.
Where words slipped
I thieved, not
kissed.
shadow hovers
as a bee
searching
for pollen
in darkness.
It loves all
the places
I missed
because
I substituted French phrases for
your limbs;
spoke to your
light
in a language I didn't quite
know yet
but
sounded
like
like
the poetry found
in light's absence.
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 1:21 PM UTC
The Oak tree in the garden fasts
her luscious bodice skinned
Though dream we did that autumn last,
none could conquer cold coarse wind
Ethereal laces, red and gold
once cloaked her graceful form
As sun-warmed skin, turned white with cold
flesh falls like ladies’ laces torn
Light which drenched her leaves ’til soaked
has vanished long with autumn’s coat
Instead, bare arms, broken and *****
Fight November’s bitter, bleak demote
And then one day I check upon her
Has winter’s brutal beating claimed
vict’ry by that cruel crisp monster
gainst my garden’s fairest dame?
Alas, my prize has not been slain
her beauty ne’er been thieved
For in the night the winter came,
but dressed her as a queen!
Under folds of whitest silk she stands
draped in drops of diamond light
Defeated crude and forceful hands
bow down to such exquisite might
So once again she rises,
sleek and silver stands she now
Transformed by winter’s laces whitest
she shall remain my garden crown
Oct 2, 2014
Oct 2, 2014 at 8:34 AM UTC
Your body took mine on a slow dance, slow motion
four days milliseconds stopped to whistle.
You, in my ear too, with your songs of the weather:
we meet the hurricane with camellia headbands
to water from left to right. Some of your
vessel had fell into mine – it buoyed, that naked sea.
I only knew about your skin and bones
how it bubbled when burned, a bacteria bathtub
and that your eyes became less than caramel
rather a stern grey. I gathered sand.
It made you a beach devastated by summer squalls.
Next morning, a fog was caught in my throat –
thieved from those red-veined orbs.
The sheets said you tossed and turned while I dreamt
but I still awoke to your lips coupling my neck.
Lovers do not walk or limp, you maintained
and so there was a waltz beneath rain – time paused
as we sped up but the tide did not stop crashing.
Mar 23, 2013
Mar 23, 2013 at 1:09 AM UTC
Skating under the ice
Is there a skating rink in hell?
How to live my life when all has been lost at such a cost
Thieved by fools lost my jewels
No shoulder to cry on
No one cares
All I get is blank stares
My stomach Aches for food
In a world of filthy dopes
How I can cope ?
Dogs bums ********* pimps fools
******* ******** ******* jerks jickets
Scams greedy pigs the works
I just don't know
D Clare
May 9, 2015
May 9, 2015 at 3:01 PM UTC
This insipid night, Time has thieved you from me
As angels and demons cry on the other’s shoulders
The Gates of Heaven open wide for you
The halls of hell accompany my misery
But one day… he shall return me to you
At the crack of dawn, my world will bloom colours
And on that dawning, I will see
When I gathered timber to set your pyre
When I bore you with my numbed sinew
When I laid you, gently, upon your bed
When, as you lay, I set ablaze your bed
I cast my heart into the consuming fire
Behind the roofs of my eyes,
Seething tears shrivel to hail
The scent of the carnations I braided to your hair
The allurement in the purple stretch of your lips
The nap of the face I once held in my palms
I gather shards of me as it all burns into the air
Like your ashes, I hold myself in a clenched fist
Like pounce, I am seeping away through its crevices
The fire I lit, he rages, swallowing my soul
To your ethereal suite, he ushers you, my paeony
The fire I lit, carries the ashes of my soul
To the one who received me
To you…
The air’s now a smothering dense smoke
I hold a smouldering purse… your ashes
With my hollow soul, in my fumbling palms.
Cyra, writhing to hold you… I am broken.
This insipid night, her stars united to chain me
Her chain numbs my soul into the night’s blue
And every night after, that chain grew denser
Tallying every moment, I bide, for my sun to rise
That transfigured sun will melt her chains off me
And his sky will wrap me away from his rays.
Rest now, ‘Twas a long way from home
Until our sun ascends,
Goodbye, Cyra…
Mar 20, 2021
Mar 20, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC
the moment I met you,
stood in dismay,
found a lot of
beauty incomparable
to be thieved from you
I became a kleptomaniac
in an instance,
would you believe?
even if sounds fantastic
understand the compulsions
of my heart,
see how love turns and twists one
and changes beyond recognition.
stealing your heart
was a masterly heist
the peak of my expertise
that brought me face to face
with my newly acquired talent.
but with such ease
I could rob your glowing heart.
I can't contain my happiness
and got goose bumps all over.
and at last, I sneaked
in to this long corridor
leading to your soul,
to take away the best
you had in display, there.
and what did I see?
my own eyes-
in multiple images
looking at me intently.
Your adoration and trust,
humbles me and touch
so deep, it's incomparable
I stand here
disarmed,
in full surrender.
O
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 9:29 AM UTC
waiting for inspiration to strike
itching of the minute hand
drying of ink
as the seconds throb in my ears
silence rings through the
skeleton frame of the empty shell
that is my own.
heart once beating struck still
ice enclosing the useless thing.
paralyzed not by fear
but from the routine disappointment
that had made these blue eyes glaze.
there is no reason to move.
no reason to uproot these bones
from the ground in which they trusted.
i was cut open
blood has spilt and energy stolen
and it has your fingerprints.
our house was thieved
belongings claimed by selfishness
walls caving into the hot flames
that consume.
bold and i know it was you
pictures withered away
fades into the dark abyss
where you have chose to hide.
your face dissolves into those passing by
your voice in my mind softens each day.
every mark on the calendar loosens the noose
around my neck and lets my body fall to the floor.
feet distance from your victim.
waiting for inspiration to strike
but have none left in the
empty jar of my mind.
nothing left.
nothing left after you.
you took everything that i had
when you walked out that door.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 8:53 PM UTC
I realized today that there are spaces in letters
Spaces in atoms
Spaces between my fingers and my toes
Between the hairs on my head
Spaces in between the floorboards in my room
Wide open space
The kind where you're standing on a mountain
Trying to catch the stolen breath, beauty thieved from your lungs
There is blank space
The spot where you write your name at the top of a paper or the kind where complete bliss wipes the ***** chalkboard of thoughts in your mind
Space where the moon floats
The universe exists
Then there is the aching space between bodies
Clinging so tightly to one another
The kind that two souls eclipse in attempt to defy theoretical physics
I concluded space is an amusing thing
It makes you **** your head
Humans try to fill it up with their bodies, their thoughts, and their emotions
Space is like time
Both are concepts
And I will irrevocably attempt to fill the spaces between my fingers with yours and think about you at 4AM
Nov 9, 2014
Nov 9, 2014 at 6:05 PM UTC
all my joy has
been thieved from me
stolen
tooketh
i have sat and compared and
looked up and down
examining beautiful girls
im supposed to look like them
but no
my joy has been thieved from me
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 1:18 AM UTC
on your shelves there is a book
with a dog-eared page you'll never turn
you remember every sacred word
for that page is just a paper crook
it stole your every gasping breath,
thieved your thoughts through your eyes
your beating heart it burglarized
as words danced around your fingertips
it ***** your mouth and made it bleed,
ground your bones to sticky paste
your swollen head it clean erased
when you sang aloud its melody
but overtime you just forgot
that page that put your mind at rest
so you never made it to the end
and on forgotten shelf it rots
Feb 7, 2010
Feb 7, 2010 at 7:13 PM UTC
Oh the peculiar village,
her eyes carved out
from her visage,
thieved just to
look at the moon
and the stars' lagoon,
for the moon isn't the moon
the night isn't starry,
when not seen from her eyes,
she who seems married,
to the night sky of course.
Dec 7, 2021
Dec 7, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
lost inside this leaf,
all has become gone.
sun, is time thieved,
life has become no-one.
where did it go?
that silly soul of mine.
all i am is tree-branch-fallen low,
thoughts summerautumnwinterspring kind.
swallowed by the breeze,
encumbered by something unknown.
i can't dance tonight, my lovely, see.
the breeze floats by where it has flown.
finger hand arm, thoughts in the eye
no longer leaf-lost, thoughts found mine.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 2:08 AM UTC
Sadness and sorrow
is thick
(in what is left)
on the breathes
of our noble men
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red bodies
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thieved of our glory
and stripped of our pride
forced to survive beneath
the feet of wandering eyes
sleeping among a silence that seems too violent
to compromise
from sunset to sunr
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harro-
wing whispers and
tender cries
Jun 10, 2011
Jun 10, 2011 at 6:47 AM UTC