Ravens

 

There is a ruckus

within my skull:

ravens are perching

on the nerves;

pecking at the walls;

etching their names.

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the Breathe of Seas

“‘Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls;

all your waves and breakers have swept over me.’”

Hunger

There’s this hunger inside of me
A living, writhing thing of many limbs
Ever insisting, never satiated

Tempests of Thought

In Tempests of Thought Thou first Unspiraled
Mystery to Every mind,
But fact to Thee, like its own fiction spinning;
Deductions Simple, that none else shall find.

Casting back Thy Silken Locks, where Thou Gazest sharply,
To Pique Thine Interest, fortune plays a hand,
But given over to Conscientiousness,
Hints of Thy true nature to Understand.

Clues in lesser shadow falling than in darkest night,
To Tempt Thy Passions, most bemusing,
While Accosted in the fleeting light of day
By floods of details, generously accusing.

Passion

“Take O! Take those lips away,

Those so sweetly were forsworn,

And those eyes, the break of day,

Lights that do mislead the morn;

But my kisses bring again

                                                               Bring again

Seals of love, but sealed in vain,

                                                                           Sealed in vain.”

Lost

Clinging to shadows
Floating in space
Noise-less wonder
Endless race

Crossroads scratched
Bridges down
Storms are coming
no way around

The Sphinx

Sphinxes (Photo credit: schmaeche)

Sitting all alone

on a forgotten throne

of desert debris and spoiled human meat

No greedy follower to worship

nor sacrifices to hold

You ate more than your fill

and enslaved the needy

You’re dead now

but   left behind is

a feminine mind

Doves

Departing in the dark of night

I leave behind familiar tunes

of you and I and what was and used to be

wordless joys and hopeful dreams

we were like doves nestled in an olive tree

embracing peaceful serenity

we raised our own

taught them to soar

spreading peace and razing calamities

For in our youth

we spread only truth

and left all vile behind

never looking back to notice

The arrowhead that pierced your naked heart

Lost love Returned

This poem is also published on my new writing blog, 1000 words

Copyright © 290413 by Karen Payze

Every word.

Posted for Missy.

Every word you speak
is like a dealt blow
that throws me into the emptiness of confusion.

You speak of your hatred
for me,
the more I try to love and honour you
for God’s sake.

Good times don’t last for long
not even a second
till depression invades.

skyfall

rain spilling so slowly without any sound

clouds lofting by,as descriptions are found

character’s toppling  one at a time

names being similar to  nursery rhymes

rays spraying the scenery , they pick up our day

Her essence

For poetry challenge 2

With all her essence

she enters the room

fragrance’s amplify

like fresh roses in bloom

chants were all fluid

soothing to my ear

thoughts of her in past

always brings a tear

The Key

confusing it gets as the further I go

the more that I think the lesser I show

the balance I seek seems still out of reach

a contradiction to me in the beliefs  that they teach

Ghosts

Hi guys! I’m posting this in response to the Trifextra Writing Challenge at http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/2012/12/trifextra-week-forty-five.html! It’s community judged, so if you like it please spare a few minutes to put in a vote for me (Sorrows In A Serenade)! Really appreciate it, thanks! 😀

Ghosts of boxy apartment

walls wail watching

soul after soul fall; fail

spectacularly –

clean, crisp sheets tugged

up by cold, clammy fingers of hell,

smothering and blinding.

Light succumbs, darkness wins.

Ghosts wail.

more at sorrowsinaserenade.wordpress.com!

Hollow

Finally back after a long uncomfortable absence! Hope you missed me! 🙂

hollow eyes –
window to
hollow soul.
rainbows of youth
faded, dull grey hues
plague cloudy skies.

sleep walking

morning air

morning air

is what I need

this restless life

I want to bleed

mind is stuck

to past events

when all I have

is good intents

beliefs are mine

I need sometimes to kneel and talk

beliefs are mine and not to balk

thankful for the light of day

even when the sky is gray

Bridges

I walk along the rivers
Which sources lie between
The pale white clouds in the sky
Which ends anywhere
Its tail a snaking wisp of smoke

The Photocopy Machine

Green glow consumes the person.

Churning, whirring,
White papers with black dots, white papers with black dots, white papers with black dots
Again.
The same blots on the same purity.

Winter’s Nocturnes – A Sestina

He sits down.

Melodies unfurl with a twitch, a light trill,
And the man leans back, savouring every note
Cloaked in black, and stained with tears,
Winter’s gifts a forgotten sight. Under the stars,
He bows his head, straightens his back, and the haunting
Begins. He slams on the piano keys, sorrow a dark cloud.

He remembers lying down, watching the clouds,
He remembers the chirping birds’ magnificent trill,
He remembers her – her bright green eyes haunting
His own. Her hand, knotted
With his. He remembers lying down, watching the stars
As each twinkled, then faded, merely a tiny tear.

A Broken Umbrella

We’ll dance a waltz in the rain.
Let
the twirling raindrops breeze past us
And the lovely patters sing.

We’ll grow our roses in the rain.
Let
the soothing winds fondle our creation
And blooming petals rise.

Fishermen’s Song

Gnarling fury,
Menacing wrath!

From Poseidon’s clutches
Deliver thy torn sail!

A Meal.

Shaking hands prepared this meal,
Shaking hands finish this meal.

Mother and Daughter
Eat in hushed silence
Mother and Daughter
A suspense, turbulent.

Fish.

Eyes turn to stare
At the new fish on the street

Dirty brown, ragged, dusty, filthy.
A pure-bred,
A perfect addition to their collection
In the tank.

Joining the ranks of four others,
A school, lined up in neat row.
Body after body after body after body after body
Resting on their tails – fish have no legs.

Alley – A Sestina

apologies for not updating for very long! Lots of projects and schoolwork, but the busiest period hasn’t even arrived yet! Really very sorry for my lack of discipline >< anyway hope you like this! A sestina, on how we all too often lose our way through the treacherous territory of gold and diamonds. Hope you like it, and appreciate the comments!

In the alley, I meet the Spirit
The maiden of the Fair
Night, shrouded in mist.
Claiming lives
From clutches of play
To join her in the fog

The Fairy Woman

The fairy woman wails during the night.

Her piercing, screeching sound brings fear.

Crying aloud, she hunts out death.

Poem: Age

The bones are creaking.

Joints in pain.

Starting to swell.