Palindrome Poetry

a palindrome  

of others  
little think we when  
we withhold kindness—  
frowns and hiss-teeth  
eyes slanting  
words harsh—  
of little things  
we make messes big and  
a w f u l  
and big messes make we  
things little of—  
harsh words  
slanting eyes  
teeth-hiss and frowns—  
kindness withhold we  
when we think little  
others of  
 
© Copyright 2019 December 31  
by Clyve A. Bowen♫

( a Palindrome poem )  
  
   
   
chasing  
spirit  
racing brightest ever  
stars scattering  
escape in tandem  
skyward twisted  
hurling spinning  
sparklers sizzling  
hissing guns blazing  
smoking red of  
popping cacophony  
punctuates  
cacophony popping  
of red smoking  
blazing guns hissing  
sizzling sparklers  
spinning hurling  
twisted skyward  
tandem in escape  
scattering stars  
ever brightest racing
spirit  
chasing  
 
 

 
 
The words will come all dreamers pray as they prepare to write.
Out my window reigns the full moon on this last autumn night.
Should I put to parchment things I’ve heard about this time of year?
And ring louder now the whispered stories that fell soft within my ears.
Strange my candles flame doth bend away from encroaching gloom.
As alone I am I feel a presence bearing close within my room.
Tis hardy nymph or fairy child of sweet and pure felt heart.
Dancing shadows and tethered owners are freely torn apart.
Into the darkness strain mine eyes that’s both alive and with out life.
I wish to shred this blackened specter’s cloak should I beheld a knife.
These later years recall my youth’s nightmarish childhood dreams.
As the comforts that surround me now may not be as they may seem.
Rushing to an open window I hope to further fortify my keep.
I see the rolling meadows fog beyond where swampy creatures sleep.
Up peers the red glowing eyes each of a tortured forgotten soul.
Aberrations dressed in death as black as charred briquettes of coal.
I know them well, I wished them life, they were of stories told.
It’s the tales magic that holds a curse for it never can grow old.
Now for me they have come my days are weak and old.
What’s written is but of a terrible sameness of earlier stories told.
At my hearth I stoke the flames and feed it well with coal.
My spirits comfort grows with the fires light though terror fills my soul.
By fright my vigilance is worn down but I dare not take to sleep
Away slips the slow ebb of time stealing the sanity I pray to keep.
I reason there visions but it’s less the truth than they do truly seem.
More than flights of fancy or haunting ghost of some disturbing dream.
Defenseless am I against these demons not a musket or a knife.
Approaching nearer is that sad moment when I may loose my life.
The logic that once served me well rips my every thought apart.
I savor my gasping precious breath and chest beat of my heart.
This last stand is it to be my grave instead of private rented room?
Like triumphant warriors the dawn appeared to chase away the gloom.
Erupts the quiet din replaced the howls that rudely cursed the ear.
I survive once more the hallowed season to live another blessed year.
The mornings rise herds away the loathsome creatures of the night.
Quaked so great by fear touched nerve never more shall I write.

( a Palindrome poem )  
  
   
   
chasing  
spirit  
racing brightest ever  
stars scattering  
escape in tandem  
skyward twisted  
hurling spinning  
sparklers sizzling  
hissing guns blazing  
smoking red of  
popping cacophony  
punctuates  
cacophony popping  
of red smoking  
blazing guns hissing  
sizzling sparklers  
spinning hurling  
twisted skyward  
tandem in escape  
scattering stars  
ever brightest racing
spirit  
chasing  
 
 

 
 
The words will come all dreamers pray as they prepare to write.
Out my window reigns the full moon on this last autumn night.
Should I put to parchment things I’ve heard about this time of year?
And ring louder now the whispered stories that fell soft within my ears.
Strange my candles flame doth bend away from encroaching gloom.
As alone I am I feel a presence bearing close within my room.
Tis hardy nymph or fairy child of sweet and pure felt heart.
Dancing shadows and tethered owners are freely torn apart.
Into the darkness strain mine eyes that’s both alive and with out life.
I wish to shred this blackened specter’s cloak should I beheld a knife.
These later years recall my youth’s nightmarish childhood dreams.
As the comforts that surround me now may not be as they may seem.
Rushing to an open window I hope to further fortify my keep.
I see the rolling meadows fog beyond where swampy creatures sleep.
Up peers the red glowing eyes each of a tortured forgotten soul.
Aberrations dressed in death as black as charred briquettes of coal.
I know them well, I wished them life, they were of stories told.
It’s the tales magic that holds a curse for it never can grow old.
Now for me they have come my days are weak and old.
What’s written is but of a terrible sameness of earlier stories told.
At my hearth I stoke the flames and feed it well with coal.
My spirits comfort grows with the fires light though terror fills my soul.
By fright my vigilance is worn down but I dare not take to sleep
Away slips the slow ebb of time stealing the sanity I pray to keep.
I reason there visions but it’s less the truth than they do truly seem.
More than flights of fancy or haunting ghost of some disturbing dream.
Defenseless am I against these demons not a musket or a knife.
Approaching nearer is that sad moment when I may loose my life.
The logic that once served me well rips my every thought apart.
I savor my gasping precious breath and chest beat of my heart.
This last stand is it to be my grave instead of private rented room?
Like triumphant warriors the dawn appeared to chase away the gloom.
Erupts the quiet din replaced the howls that rudely cursed the ear.
I survive once more the hallowed season to live another blessed year.
The mornings rise herds away the loathsome creatures of the night.
Quaked so great by fear touched nerve never more shall I write.

 

“Go,” he says and turns away.
Snow like tears she begs to stay.
Away must be, his sadness swarm.
Stay with her that she’ll be warm.
Swarm around him in my sleep.
 Warm sweet lips she shall not keep.
Sleep his wish may wake some time.
Keep embraced while she is mine.
Time is frozen within his hold.
Mine this season she’s of the cold.
Hold so tight his warm strong hands.
Cold fractured ground where she stands.
Hands still gripped and won’t let go.
Stands, “Return with me.” In the snow.

         "Palindrome poetry"

Unseen and hidden dark things
Bringing worth and virtue
Adding sense and driven-purpose
In
Separately
Tortured lives
Daily
"MIND-MY-BLOWING"
Screams
&
Shouts
&
Voices
&
Hands reaching out
Of
Empty Graves
Yet
NONE
======
HEARS
======
NONE
Yet
Graves empty
Of
Outreaching hands
&
Voices
&
Shouts
&
Screams
Blowing-my-mind
Daily
Tortured lives
Separately
In purpose driven
And sense adding
Virtue and worth bringing
Things dark hidden and unseen

(A Palindrome Poem)

Eternity from life
contemplating dark days
in pain
Understand
you will end this all
Once,
you have,
felt pain more
and
shed tears more
Accept
Life giving light
is coming-up
SOON
Up-coming is
Light giving life
Accept
More tears shed
and
More pain felt,
have you,
Once
all this end
will you understand
Pain in
Days dark contemplating
life from eternity

         "Palindrome poetry"

Unseen and hidden dark things
Bringing worth and virtue
Adding sense and driven-purpose
In
Separately
Tortured lives
Daily
"MIND-MY-BLOWING"
Screams
&
Shouts
&
Voices
&
Hands reaching out
Of
Empty Graves
Yet
NONE
======
HEARS
======
NONE
Yet
Graves empty
Of
Outreaching hands
&
Voices
&
Shouts
&
Screams
Blowing-my-mind
Daily
Tortured lives
Separately
In purpose driven
And sense adding
Virtue and worth bringing
Things dark hidden and unseen

(A Palindrome Poem)

Eternity from life
contemplating dark days
in pain
Understand
you will end this all
Once,
you have,
felt pain more
and
shed tears more
Accept
Life giving light
is coming-up
SOON
Up-coming is
Light giving life
Accept
More tears shed
and
More pain felt,
have you,
Once
all this end
will you understand
Pain in
Days dark contemplating
life from eternity