"vashti" poems
Take my gold and frisk my crown
Pull jewels from my neck and scrub the expensive oils from my skin
Burn the fine linens and strip me of my silks
I have no need for such trivialities.
Turn your face from me and harden your heart
Cast me out from my home, my sanctuary
I shall die in a shelter rather than a palace, but all the same,
I shall be just as dead here as there.
Lose me my birthright, my title and my throne
Change the name on the scroll of the fate I was born for
Sell your right-hand seat to the prettiest bidder
I will die knowing I would not sell out.
You, the one I held in my foolish heart so dear,
Can take away from me everything I gave you
But you cannot take the strength with which I was born, for
I represent the one virtue you cannot own.
Replace me if you must but know that I will lie in peace
Forget me if your heart allows it, but never forget
That I-- the woman who dares defy the king--
I hold more power in my will than you have in your court.
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 2:18 PM UTC
Thus she pulled tautly
Against his well worn jerkin
Free of woes and clothes
And skin without sin
Removing the veil of enchantment until she rose
Like a full ripe moon high
Upon his radiant earthly body
The welkins were pleased
Sighed with relief
So silken was she within
His richness and majesty
They adorned her with
Their supernatural jewels
To symbolize her graceful submissive gentle nature
They removed from her the chains erasing her paint
This transforming her scars
Into bejewelled stars
To bedeck the ashen midnight of her past with dawns beauty and light
Presenting them both
With a present of eternal
Passion and fulfilment
Mary C Puls
Thus she pulled tautly
Against his well worn jerkin
Free of woes and clothes
And skin without sin
Removing the veil of enchantment until she rose
Like a full ripe moon high
Upon his radiant earthly body
The welkins were pleased
Sighed with relief
So silken was she within
His richness and majesty
They adorned her with
Their supernatural jewels
To symbolize her graceful submissive gentle nature
They removed from her the chains erasing her paind
This transforming her scars
Into bejewelled stars
To bedeck the ashen midnight of her past with dawns beauty and light
Presenting them both
With a present of eternal
Passion and fulfilment
Mary C Puls
Vashti Ayla Miria
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
n leas of dying daisy's
he lies upon the backs
of those he lays
the lies like upturned bricks
thick with spittle
and coming mud
he muddles through each splotchy patch
as if it is his idem
everlasting
last
coiled he reels
reeking in wait
for his unappealing
stiffened snake
insipid wretch
with rusted wrench
his shrivelled tools
a cake with stench
each loose lewd *****
is one more lent
to the putrid pool
of polliwogs and salamanders
spent drenched in his capsized
boats of ill demise
he criticises truth and lies
again the pain is gnarled around his pen
Vashti Ayla Miria
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
patch
no prom queen
blue jean teen
empty holes
empty eyes
wash away fade
Vashti
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:40 PM UTC
Still I see you in my dreams,
You taunt me, and jeer,
This is more than I can bear,
Thus I go to swim, tonight, the ****** streams.
Apr 3, 2013
Apr 3, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC
item
it
list
****
it
is
over
and
over
again
gain
nothing
no thing
idem
mentality
Vashti Ayla Miria
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 9:30 PM UTC
I’m on Spotify
I like to see if you are online
I like to hear what you hear
I like to look up the lyrics
of the songs you play
I’d like to walk in your mind someday
by Vashti Bunyan
I posted that one in my playlist labeled with a capital “X”
I’m not sure why I labeled it that
But that playlist is how I feel about you
I like what you play when you are on spotify
I think we have a lot in common
Musically
and I wonder why we can’t hangout anymore
Or why you haven’t even tried
Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 12:50 AM UTC