"upheaved" poems
Tanagra! think not I forget
Thy beautifully-storey'd streets;
Be sure my memory bathes yet
In clear Thermodon, and yet greets
The blythe and liberal shepherd boy,
Whose sunny ***** swells with joy
When we accept his matted rushes
Upheaved with sylvan fruit; away he bounds, and blushes.
I promise to bring back with me
What thou with transport wilt receive,
The only proper gift for thee,
Of which no mortal shall bereave
In later times thy mouldering walls,
Until the last old turret falls;
A crown, a crown from Athens won!
A crown no god can wear, beside Latona's son.
There may be cities who refuse
To their own child the honours due,
And look ungently on the Muse;
But ever shall those cities rue
The dry, unyielding, niggard breast,
Offering no nourishment, no rest,
To that young head which soon shall rise
Disdainfully, in might and glory, to the skies.
Sweetly where cavern'd Dirce flows
Do white-arm'd maidens chaunt my lay,
Flapping the while with laurel-rose
The honey-gathering tribes away;
And sweetly, sweetly, Attick tongues
Lisp your Corinna's early songs;
To her with feet more graceful come
The verses that have dwelt in kindred ******* at home.
O let thy children lean aslant
Against the tender mother's knee,
And gaze into her face, and want
To know what magic there can be
In words that urge some eyes to dance,
While others as in holy trance
Look up to heaven; be such my praise!
Why linger? I must haste, or lose the Delphick bays.
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I stand upon my native hills again,
Broad, round, and green, that in the summer sky
With garniture of waving grass and grain,
Orchards, and beechen forests, basking lie,
While deep the sunless glens are scooped between,
Where brawl o'er shallow beds the streams unseen.
A lisping voice and glancing eyes are near,
And ever restless feet of one, who, now,
Gathers the blossoms of her fourth bright year;
There plays a gladness o'er her fair young brow,
As breaks the varied scene upon her sight,
Upheaved and spread in verdure and in light.
For I have taught her, with delighted eye,
To gaze upon the mountains,--to behold,
With deep affection, the pure ample sky,
And clouds along its blue abysses rolled,--
To love the song of waters, and to hear
The melody of winds with charmed ear.
Here, I have 'scaped the city's stifling heat,
Its horrid sounds, and its polluted air;
And, where the season's milder fervours beat,
And gales, that sweep the forest borders, bear
The song of bird, and sound of running stream,
Am come awhile to wander and to dream.
Ay, flame thy fiercest, sun! thou canst not wake,
In this pure air, the plague that walks unseen.
The maize leaf and the maple bough but take,
From thy strong heats, a deeper, glossier green.
The mountain wind, that faints not in thy ray,
Sweeps the blue steams of pestilence away.
The mountain wind! most spiritual thing of all
The wide earth knows; when, in the sultry time,
He stoops him from his vast cerulean hall,
He seems the breath of a celestial clime!
As if from heaven's wide-open gates did flow
Health and refreshment on the world below.
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Her pellucid aileron's
Upheaved me from that Hades
Her Artistry's done by god
Copied in van-gogh paintings!!!
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 5:45 PM UTC
Fair maid, your beauty sleeps on marble stone,
Yet warm spring color drapes upon your breast,
Whose rise and fall like splendoured kingly throne
Would overthrow all doubt you are at rest;
How delicate, how soft each gentle sip
Of morning air delighting of your tongue,
Playfully dancing over your sweet lips,
Flitting away to voice your slumbered song;
How sound you sleep, your tranquil dreams expressed
By chest upheaved in rhythms, gaily dressed.
Far far beyond awaking, do you roam
With kindred spirits through a leafy glade?
Nymphs born of elder days welcome you home
To bathe in springs beneath old forest shade;
They sing of love for when the world was young,
When forests grew unhindered o'er the land,
When each new day was blessed by endless sun,
When fertile earth knew naught of desert sand:
Your voice rejoiced to join their merry cheer,
My ears rejoiced with every song they hear.
Fair maid, I wonder will you e'er return,
Or will the dreaming keep you for its own?
My eyes behold your beauty, yet they yearn
For tho' you are still here, I am alone;
Bid farewell to the forests, to your kin,
Bid farewell to each cool refreshing stream,
Return to wear the beauty of your skin,
Your kin will wait in some forever dream:
But now I pray you'll wake, return to me,
To see the dreams my eyes reflect of thee.
Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Oh west wind, wrongfully called wild,
Oh dear and tender Zephyrus,
How could ever be your name befiled,
If they knew your soft caress?
A face so soft and rounded strong,
And warm hands that softly comb through hairs.
Yet do I despair now when I see
The face that I adore.
I see it dying, Zephyrus, why?
Tell me, let me be part of your
Sorrow and I will take your fate.
Why, my love, do you look so sore?
Is it us? Exhausts exhaust,
Did we **** you in cold blood?
Were you the one our lives have cost?
Your lips they shiver white,
Are you cold, Zephyrus, are you
Still alright? It’s a fever! Am I right?
My love, stay, I beg and plead,
Don’t die there, Zephyrus,
We'll get through this, I'll keep you upheaved.
Zephyrus, please, where are you, are you gone?
Zephyrus mine, don’t be dead.
I want you to know that, I love you, Zephyrus, even if it’s wrong.
I too have died, Zephyrus, knowing that I stopped your song.
Jun 14, 2025
Jun 14, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
in the mist
lay wake to harboured secrets
like legends of a distant shore
but without the heroine
and lacking in proper plot
development
without need for
a rising action
and falling blind to a gasping
******
leaves breadth for
raw discretion
at an indiscreet source
who found the confounded treasure
and upheaved it
from
the hiding
fort
Dec 19, 2014
Dec 19, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
The dry leaves a whisper
In the cool night air .
The future lurking
Face to face with the moon .
He drank in her sigh.
Inhaled .
This night must last till
there is no tomorrow.
No thorns .
No tears.
Feeling a pleasant stir
Darkness faded and
slipped into perspective.
Ocean dancers dream
The music of the sands .
The young optimistic
The old find acceptance
In dreams that have
Gathered dust .
Spiritually bloodied and beaten
The morning was chaos
In a minor key .
In the waiting air of
The storms eye .
The old growth forest
waded into the shallows
As the wind moaned
like a salty cello .
The flag of her life
was set at half mast .
Following a path
Of fire ,
Of ice .
Listening to the song
of the angels.
Carried on the ancient
winds of sorrow.
She knew all the secret places
between right and wrong .
The angels song was
one of tears
That lightly pushed the waves
Over the thorns .
He ran back from the morning
Fighting the odds of the elements.
She was indegenous as the
roots upheaved from a withered oak .
A wave of desolate fury
Inside a sea of
Wrongfulness
Or
Righteousness.
The journey is not over .
Mar 1, 2018
Mar 1, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC
I keep looking back
Grey shades flashing by
Hear the songs fill the air
Bring me back in time
The past is staring me
Directly in my eyes
And yellow separates
Between the finest lines
Fumbling inside myself
Building me back up
Yesterday is fighting hard
Now it’s not locked up
Accelerate the space
Pace and time
Turn back around,
To see myself, I’m fine
In today’s reflections shine
I’m sewed and stitched
Trampled and battered blue
But my insides finally
Upheaved, and I’ve been born a new
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
Evil orange sun
In no way either inherently, underneath it all
all the smog, smoggy smoke and upheaved
Dusty dirt is a life giver a killer a creator a cop
A desire manifest
Evil today, been evil still will be evil
As long as its clouded this way
And if its clouded this way for much longer
I will seal its evil between my greenish eyes and the orange paste
Reflection where the two colors have no
Harmony only some kind of indifference which neither
transcends or pierces the other and there’s no
Way to tell if one knows the other exists
The light hits all corners of my home and I cannot
Escape this evil orange and when I close my eyes
They only adjust to black according to the former
Still evil and apocalyptic I am close
To doing nothing anymore
Till suddenly even nothing creeps back and presents
Its evil and purposeless self right
Before my illusory green and dumb eyes
I am profound
So profoundly struck by evil
That my fear bubble has burst and
Scattered its microscopic babies in every
Direction to outlive its competition my wit
And reality, non paranoic paranoid nerve endings and synapses and
Neurons I am scattered now completely overpowered by tiny
Tiny
Evils I’ve created that this orange has put inside of me
That I have grown and birthed I
Am now going to sit and go about my evil day
Eating my evil sandwich evil Thai food and
Washing my evil hair as long as the orange sun shines on me
Gods child
Sep 13, 2020
Sep 13, 2020 at 11:08 PM UTC
Life was simple and clean
Nothing at all was dim.
I would carry out my days with peace.
But then I met him.
My world was upheaved
When I met the other side of me
Sleeping a peaceful sleep,
But threatening my right to be
“I am me. Nobody else,” I once said
Well I guess that was a lie
Because now I'm looking up at him:
I was never whole, even though I tried.
Only one of us can carry on
And I'm fighting till the end
But I know that the world waits for him,
Not me. Only he can mend.
This world wasn't made for me
But it was made for my other side
I have to give him his stolen memories
And release his hidden pride.
So now on the edge of life and death
I look at him and think about what I went through.
“You're lucky,” I say, tears streaming down my face.
“Looks like it really has to be you.”
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 11:21 AM UTC
Unaware of you at first
You
Crept
Upon me
And strike .....
Weeping
Winding me instantly
Unable to account for the cause
Polluting and heavy
Once started
It spreads through me
Overwhelming me
Tired and defeated
Mocked of pride
Put in place and offended
But deserved ??
self guilt and doubt stirring
an ocean ..... a bottomless pit
Dragged up and upheaved
To cut the surface sharp and wounded
Still raw and open
Unrealised ....
And ...... unaddressed
Get back down .... now go
Sink
&
Rest
(C) Ashley Kane FB
Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 1:58 PM UTC
I can feel the cogs in my brain getting loose again,
Not quite fitting -
not quite spinning in time,
Spitting sparks that fly, ignite and burn
Bringing light to dark corners and melting locks that keep the past in its box.
I pandora, so out of time,
moving towards
and away from you
As I find my feet dancing in complex rhythms
Driven by the drums of my demons that have learnt to remove their muzzles and sing
Do you see this vessel shake out of tune?
Do you feel the tremors that set muscles moving to the moments of memory?
There is a girl that wants you to notice and wrap her up
There is a girl that wants you to notice and give her up
There is a girl that hopes you never notice something is up
In my head again,
Upheaved
I can't quite sit still again,
can't quite smile straight again.
can't quite sleep right again
so these pills sit tight on my tongue again
Blue like my blood that calls out for more
Blue like the bruises only my eyes still see
Blue like the unsafe flame our science teacher warned us of,
This blue has become apart of the essence of me
Hot, I flicker in shades of the ocean,
And blue flames flicker with violence
I move blue, I move blind,
With these waves in my mind
That crash hard
And lap slow.
I can only apologise for the temper of my tides
This sea is angry still, sad still, yet loves you still.
I pray ur boat sails strong.
Feb 28, 2020
Feb 28, 2020 at 2:28 PM UTC
Axis tilt
pendulum plunged
plane upheaved
when wane has won.
Incarnation cleansed
as lovers spill
trajected dreams
of somedays still.
Teetered fulcrum
down to slide
when tomorrows dim
forboding good-bye.
No more whens
just glazed memories
only binds left
connecting you through me.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:27 PM UTC
The weight of the ideology
flattens your upheaved chest.
You speak, what you did not want to say.
A fake hunger and pseudo-demands,
put you on the pathless clouds.
How would you now fly towards the sun?
The polarization was deliberate,
to usurp the authority. Blue jays
have refused to join gangs.
A faded document tells about
your missteps. A bunch
of eunuchs have come to guard the palace.
Black versus black will
not brighten the screen. One third of
generation had the criminal record.
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 12:27 AM UTC