"valediction" poems
Serendipities torrential deluge
Of dulcet applause reigning
In the divine dynasty of
Empiricisms arcane lore,
Heavens most high of heirachies
Beyond the veil
Drowning in altruistic
Reflexive salutations;
The regnant patent mutitioning
Of the waters Lethe from
Serpens poisened chalice of saints
Evoking the advent vigil of
Dusts chaldean dreams,
The sabbatical ordination
The fatal ravens annunciation
Heralding valediction
Convening betwixt and between
Gates of ivory and horn
Arraigning the apostolic conclave.
ELEETE J MUIR.
Jan 13, 2012
Jan 13, 2012 at 9:35 AM UTC
As virtuous men pass mildly away,
And whisper to their souls to go,
Whilst some of their sad friends do say
The breath goes now, and some say, No:
So let us melt, and make no noise,
No tear-floods, nor sigh-tempests move,
’Twere profanation of our joys
To tell the laity our love.
Moving of th’ earth brings harms and fears,
Men reckon what it did and meant,
But trepidation of the spheres,
Though greater far, is innocent.
Dull sublunary lovers’ love
(Whose soul is sense) cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
Those things which elemented it.
But we by a love so much refined
That our selves know not what it is,
Inter-assurèd of the mind,
Care less, eyes, lips, and hands to miss.
Our two souls therefore, which are one,
Though I must go, endure not yet
A breach, but an expansion,
Like gold to aery thinness beat.
If they be two, they are two so
As stiff twin compasses are two;
Thy soul, the fixed foot, makes no show
To move, but doth, if th’ other do.
And though it in the centre sit,
Yet when the other far doth roam,
It leans and hearkens after it,
And grows ***** as that comes home.
Such wilt thou be to me, who must
Like th’ other foot, obliquely run;
Thy firmness makes my circle just,
And makes me end where I begun.
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Winter, my last friend, thank you for this morning.
Even as your silver cloak grows frayed
With new freckles of azur accenting
The golden, our covenant you have not brayed.
This silent valediction, moonstone rayed
Belies the dying of our Sapphire,
Our council, our secret, our pyre!
Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 12:28 PM UTC
Autumn arrived clothed in whiskey and wind
that dressed the ground in leaves it lifted
from the old oak trees. In the crisp air
you traced the outlines of their branches
to give their loss meaning, you said
as I considered the weight of the golden leaf
I was twirling absent-mindedly
between two fingertips. Then in October
we became thieves like the harvest
breeze, surreptitiously stealing glances
and words and then, feeling brave, kisses.
Under the gray afternoon sky
you fashioned a map out of fallen leaves
to give their death purpose, you said
as I tread lightly over their surface, now
brittle and brown. Then in autumn's quiet
valediction came the swift invasion
of winter, who cloaked our leaves
in a blanket of snow, robbing us
of the delicate guidance of that
which we had come to know as beauty.
Aug 6, 2010
Aug 6, 2010 at 8:22 PM UTC
Let me pour forth
My tears before thy face, whilst I stay here,
For thy face coins them, and thy stamp they bear,
And by this mintage they are something worth,
For thus they be
Pregnant of thee;
Fruits of much grief they are, emblems of more;
When a tear falls that, thou falls which it bore,
So thou and I are nothing then, when on a divers shore.
On a round ball
A workman, that hath copies by, can lay
An Europe, Afrique, and an Asia,
And quickly make that, which was nothing, All;
So doth each tear,
Which thee doth wear,
A globe, yea world, by that impression grow,
Till thy tears mixed with mine do overflow
This world—by waters sent from thee, my heaven dissolved so.
O more than moon,
Draw not up seas to drown me in thy sphere,
Weep me not dead, in thine armes, but forbear
To teach the sea what it may do too soon;
Let not the wind
Example find,
To do me more harm than it purposeth;
Since thou and I sigh one another’s breath,
Who e’er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other’s death.
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When the word over finally made sense,
I shook you from me
like water,
like sleep.
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 1:21 PM UTC
Diastolic memory fills mind with blood
Heart purges other unforgettable serum
Gushing in and out; valediction, invasion
Scent left on bed sheets binomial theorem
Calculus, physics computing mnemonics us
Trust not sum of it, exponents baying flux
Participles and components abject humbling
Stumbling bio discourse create sedentary crux
Stupefying brain surgeons, those of heart too
Call in mathematicians, astronomers as well
No making sense of it, linguistic doctorates few
To tell of this push-pull sensory denoting hell
Not much time to live after lungs dispensed
Entrenched questions remain to be adoring
Extravagantly historians exploring
Unanswerable examining of this imploring
Must breathe the linens till all dissipation
Your essence in the ether of our resting
Place turned into mad languid laboratory
Conjuring back moments I am requesting
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 9:30 AM UTC
Your two fingers gently caress your face
precise in their touch
rhythmically moving upward
to come together;
herald of a new day …
Your dark hours
caress me, hide me, protect me,
I adore your silence
save the gentle pulse of you.
I need with a black passion
to hold these moments forever,
to stop your onward journey into the light of day
for this morning must never come.
But my efforts can never bear any result
for, even if I could stop your relentless march,
you serve a greater master than me
and to stop that celestial dance
is beyond any possibility.
So I know what I must do
and smile at the simplicity of it …
It is I who must withdraw
from this unending journey
of dark into light...
One grain, one taste,
stretches every minute, every second;
you slow your caresses,
the celestial dance ceases,
the black night settles over me…
I have bid farewell to morning ...
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 3:53 PM UTC
Call me a heretic
I question the Bible
I question faith
my own.
I believe because it says that it's the right thing to do
I'll be saved?
But define religion.
Define what is infinite but is secrete
God, YHWH, Allah, The Creator
of what?
We are able to gain information of such large rocks
within our galaxy
Yet we see them...
from Earth
As tiny specks through a large magnifying glass
That makes it seem colossal or the actual size
but still remains at distant and a permanent mystery
Never in person. Inaccurate as well
I guess everything is just a hypothesis
It's become a habit that if you get more people to agree with you
You assume valediction
Well if that's what it has come to nowadays...
Amen.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 12:33 AM UTC
Keep your options open
Keep your self apart
Clear out the reminders
Never tie your heart
But I could never follow
Your truly sage advice
I'd rather feel the feelings
Though one must pay the price
And though the speech was spoken
And though we have last kissed
And though the door has closed
Leather still binds my wrist
And though Xoxo is banished
And though you learn the bass
I still look at your picture
Maori on your face
And though the cost of loving us
Was more than we were able
And though there is no fairy dust
Your bowl will grace my table
And though the first half gain
And second half was loss
Despite that wrong direction
I still lean when I floss
Though we talked without our hearts
And only with our head
Though I left not crying
Your smile still warms my bed
And though you do not tiptoe
So hearts are breast to breast
Though you say valediction
Your compass claims my desk
And though our love was lust
And though I am a mess
A balloon hides in my closet
And I am truly blessed
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:23 PM UTC
The world started as a mouse maze
science knows that but not Miss Anthropy
the hunger lets us smell the happy-meat
Run, children, R-U-N, witches and **** wolves are coming you see
I aimed the small gun for my head but got the shouldered white-angel instead
accidentally made a blood paint on the wall like glaze
No doctors! I do this my own self fast
Trap some daylight in a jar and go inside
Poke some holes in you Miss, like a reverse vampire death
let the light out. Burn, Burn. It's you are me all that's left
I'll mouth you and duct tape for mount ride
Invade. Take the tall kingdom. Shadow cannot last.
Signifying not a thing-- Idiot Doc and weird *** science
and Hate Hate Hate, what would you do?
-- Eat 'em up, **** 'em dry. Of course, take them in. Drown them in acid
--Sounds like fury to me -- No! No!-- It's a valediction hid-
den inside your love-soul. All is careful in a yellow hue
Two sides to the hitting fence: Love you lonely or build a shoddy allegiance.
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 11:45 AM UTC
I died a few times in the night.
Hungry lips are decades away.
My passport is locked up tight
in the safe in my closet.
I’ve been a poet for so many years now,
but this feeling will always be
ineffable.
All the nudists riding bikes past my window,
all the love songs, all the sad songs,
all the lens flares and strong ‘o’ sounds,
and Jameson, always Jameson;
my hands get shaky
and tap out
you—you—you
on the coffee table
and suddenly I’m spilling drinks on myself
and I need to go for a run
and I feel sick to my stomach
and none of this makes sense.
I see the maintenance man every morning
and he says,
“Just another day in paradise”
and I actually believe him.
It’s easier when you’re so far away
because I don’t have to worry about
having you and then not having you.
I am terrified of the valediction.
May 20, 2017
May 20, 2017 at 12:02 AM UTC
Finding myself away from you,
I wonder now
How we survived
Pre-cell phone,
Pre-Internet
Pre-instant
Everything.
Then I remember
Poets of the past
Whose lovers waited
Months,
Or even years....
Napoleon's letter to his Joséphine de Beauharnais,
Having been away on campaign for months,
"Coming home in three days...."
(And then his coded lover's words.)
Or Donne's "Valediction Forbidding Mourning,"
Reminding her of love's elasticity, fine as beaten gold,
Before he left his wife to journey far;
Or Ezra Pound's translation of the letter
From the Chinese merchant's wife
Whose love had driven her to journey
As far as Cho Fu Sa....
I realize the softness of my day,
The way 21st Century love hangs
Eternal or ephemeral,
Electrically upon the ethereal air...
Commit myself again to you.
Thirty-two years is
A long time and a short time
In the scope of centuries of lovers,
An eternity of generations who remember
Better loves in spite of harder lives.
My love is all for you.
Jun 21, 2012
Jun 21, 2012 at 2:25 PM UTC
A Valediction to a Love
_____________
Here I lie, my Love, beneath
the sod upon this barren heath.
And in my crypt deep underground,
your forlorn tears my only sound.
But weep not for me, my Angel Love,
for soon your soul, as like the dove,
freed will be from earthly bound
and join me here beneath the ground.
Then, as two lovers, hand in hand
we shall walk this barren land.
And to all about we’ll seem to be
no more than the whisper of the trees.
And at the dying of each day,
as in each other’s arms we lay,
so shall we sleep beneath this earth
’til the dawn and day’s rebirth.
The Lover’s Reply
_______
I rest upon this barren heath
Knowing you lie dead beneath.
My tears that rain upon the ground
are pearls in which our love is bound.
And I can aught but weep for you
For what we had was love so true.
And so this phial gripped in my hand
Will lead me to that distant land.
Once there I can in your arms lie
as one again our spirits fly.
And we shall walk the land above
As gentle zephyrs sing our love.
Then as the growing light of day
Sends the shadows from their play
So shall I wait beside your tomb
”til we shall sleep in Death’s dark womb.
Dec 22, 2012
Dec 22, 2012 at 11:36 AM UTC
if he were to leave like
a passing storm,
tracked by a team
of experts,
but, swept out to sea,
forgotten by forecasters
but remembered by fish.
if he chose to
leave on terms
gathered,
saying goodbye in a
short note of giving:
“Heather,
Your pretty face wasn’t enough,
I saw the *** marks and
I actually feared them.
Mike,
You ****** at soccer,
the idea it was better than
baseball disgusted me,
Gail,
Your younger years made
my whole life whole,
remember that,
Trisha,
I always loved your pies,
blueberry, pumpkin,
who could leave out apple,
John,
I leave to you my
knuckleduster,
Fred,
to you my ’69 chevy,
Uncle Steve my
Who Pinball machine,
Helen,
my distasteful character.
Mary,
my married heart.
Jesus,
you know.
and my putrid eyes to a ****** of magpies”.
Oct 14, 2013
Oct 14, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
When my feet touch the grass
In the place I call home,
My reception will not be that at all,
But a valediction.
Nov 13, 2016
Nov 13, 2016 at 9:47 PM UTC
One phone call later.
A swift valediction-
Volcanic silence erupts.
Animated adrenaline fires
through my veins
singeing like flames licking paper.
Just his voice,
his words have flipped my internal balance
and let the butterflies out of their cages.
So they fly,up up and up
around in perfect tea cupped patterns.
and I'm helpless just to watch their performance.
I don't feel like me,
More of a mysterious mirage that appears when you call
and when the phone clicks- it ends.
when I'm around you,
you my dear just you
I'm intrepid.
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 11:15 AM UTC
No one ever plans on getting addicted
*It's just for ***** and gigs in the summer*
Until your Time derails and redefines horrific
now presenting: Time, Version 10-50
and she's prolifically sadistic
Oh & never forsake:
Time's strung out alongside you,
***Every.
Single.
Hit.***
And she's one haphazardly twisted
tantalizingly commited mistress
--Also, it seems we were just now informed
that it's way past Christmas.
Now a hot mess,
forlorn & seditious
Not to mention royally ******
by Mistress Time, still for sure
a 10-50 in progress
Needless to tell you,
we contradicted our predictions
Now Mistress Time's
throwing an egregious conniption
even though I know hearing
Self-Inflicted
makes for turned cheeks and Alienation,
Exigently,
if you please
I'm in dire need
of someone else's Time
To assist in the Valediction
of this debilitating infliction
so innocently called Addiction
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 9:05 PM UTC
Snap your fingers,
Tap your bag,
Grab your hair,
Scratch your skin.
Walk as fast as you can,
Don't run yet,
Don't look back
Don't fight so hard
Hope that he'll help,
Grab your hand,
Just to hold you down,
Keep you here
Watch the blood drip onto the keyboard,
The welts and bruises on your forearms
You were meant to look nice before you leave..
Leave this town and this home,
Leave these friends and these lovers
Ha.
Lovers.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 1:24 AM UTC
Lose yourself in the endless skies,
Drown in an ocean of sighs,
As the last rays of the sun go lilting by,
As you float up above in the sky
The gilded sky, painted with ichor
And the wind roaring like summer's laughter
weaving through hair, caressing your face;
You, standing there and staring into space...
It's the valediction of the sky to the sun
A night of separation from its companion,
The all encompassing blues,
Light up into a million hues.
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 2:23 AM UTC
Thin respect veils the difference
between dawn and morning
Circles of chairs watch the small
worryings emanate from my hands
and folded arms
Routine is fallacious, and I'm starting
to think, so are you
So, without further delay, adieu.
-cj
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
Now don’t get hurt
Because the way that things are going
Proves this will only get much worse
So I observe
Then I codex the minutiae
That comprise your waking world
Threats unfurl
Then I realize way too late
That I cannot shake this girl
No, I cannot break the pearl necklace
And let the pearls disappear
I’ll wait a year
And maybe realize that by then
That this was all unfounded fear
You’ll disappear
My emotions will reset again
And then I’ll settle here
For whomever I’ll come close to
Someone close enough to hear and feel and hold
Someone close enough to love
But I won’t forget the space we shared
The stars we shared above
And I won’t forget the memories
Affection, care, and gentleness
Fate silently rebuffed
Come closer here and together
Let us share a final dance
Come with me dear, and let’s have fun
Forget any romance
Because that’s not what we’re here for
We’re here for the blissful radiance
The comfort of togetherness
The closeness of companionship
The air suspended in a trance
And so we dance and dance and dance
One, two, three step, dear don’t trip
I’ll rest my hand upon your hip
And relegate existence to a grade lower than this
So I’ll concentrate on keeping my eyes
From resting on your lips
This is goodbye, I’m well aware
Admission, valediction
Along with regrets I’ve yet to spare
How I would’ve liked to daily run my fingers
Through your hair
Oh what I would give to gaily
Spend my days with you still there
But mental fictions hold no truth
And hope degrades into despair
So I cannot let this pass
Without saying all is fair
Oh, these days have been so fair
But tonight we’re waltzing in an hourglass
And time has crystallized
And the sands have stilled like snowflakes
Seen reflected in your eyes
No, I can’t let go just yet
Oh, I’m so lousy at goodbyes
If a good life’s led to this
Then I’d assume this was the prize
In our little bubble
The universe has folded in
And I try so hard to exile
Feelings I have so long held within
But in this endless moment
All I manage is a grin
And in an instant realize
Just how good our time has been
Oh
How good our time has been
-AK
Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 11:25 PM UTC
when i was ordained a journalist,
a halfwit wisdom-speller with i's too often after e's,
they mounted a valediction for me:
"goodbye, you crucible of culture and the end," they pomped.
"we wish you joy on your carpetbagging beats,
the inciting sins you write your things about—
"the ways in which we fall.
and glory to you, the one who settles truth
by shivering quotes in darkness
and flickering candles in caves.
for what would be the world without you?"
a better place, I'm told; a feast of fiends without wits.
and likely more bourbon
to go around.
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:27 PM UTC
Drunk, numb, and fainted.
Just to find myself laying in bed.
Awoken, sober views tainted.
Tracing lines inside sore eyes,
Trying to find clear sights.
Clarity, where do I find clarity these days?
Detoxing the same old story, different chapter but the pages read the same.
24 years written inside 24 pages of this book.
Valediction, but not vindicated
Where has time went ?
Where have I been?
Lost in shame.
Lost in shame.
Lost in shame.
I'm not who I used to be.
I'll never be the person my thoughts imagine me to be.
I'm not who I used to be.
I'll never be the man the world wants me to mold myself to be.
I'll never be anyone or anything.
I'll always be that lost little kid
Walking In circles inside the idea of who I'm suppose to be.
May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 4:12 AM UTC
"Validation, valediction
What's the difference now?
Eschew the standard
Turn the paradigm upside down
You could be happy, if you wanted to be
Don't feel obliged to live a life you never wanted to
The best way out is straight through
Let intuition guide you
You could be happy, if you wanted to be".
Jan 4, 2022
Jan 4, 2022 at 11:44 AM UTC