Submissions by LeMuseNoir
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When it comes to writing poetry- I am rather like Mark Twain- for I tend to "follow the cat of inclination".
LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 7:17am
23rd Feb 2013 7:17am
Lover's Lament
I grieve for the elegant darkness
The soft velvet shadows of it
The deep cool places of it
The sweet caressing feel of it
I long for its sensual quietude
Yearn for the cool expanse of its hours
Ache for the redolent sensations
Perfumed by moulder and moonlight
They have filled you with monsters
Have made of you a zoo for freaks
Where once dim silver stars kissed the lips of old gods
Now pointless pop-culture zombies wander
Where once lost wind-voices sang
Counterpointed by rustlings of bone-dry leaves
Where once sighed the...
The soft velvet shadows of it
The deep cool places of it
The sweet caressing feel of it
I long for its sensual quietude
Yearn for the cool expanse of its hours
Ache for the redolent sensations
Perfumed by moulder and moonlight
They have filled you with monsters
Have made of you a zoo for freaks
Where once dim silver stars kissed the lips of old gods
Now pointless pop-culture zombies wander
Where once lost wind-voices sang
Counterpointed by rustlings of bone-dry leaves
Where once sighed the...
767 reads
3 Comments
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
23rd Feb 2013 1:59am
23rd Feb 2013 1:59am
The Genuine Article
To rouse a nose the ruby rose
Releases redolent aromas.
Which seem to have the uncanny power
To lull women into comas.
Now they concentrate the distillate
Through chemical titration-
Place it into fancy bottles
And peddle it 'cross the nation.
None care at all for the forgotten bloom
They all prefer the fake perfume!
And so it is- or seems to be-
That while poems are made by fools like me-
You can make a fortune in perfumery!
Releases redolent aromas.
Which seem to have the uncanny power
To lull women into comas.
Now they concentrate the distillate
Through chemical titration-
Place it into fancy bottles
And peddle it 'cross the nation.
None care at all for the forgotten bloom
They all prefer the fake perfume!
And so it is- or seems to be-
That while poems are made by fools like me-
You can make a fortune in perfumery!
684 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 10:38pm
22nd Feb 2013 10:38pm
An Ode In Praise of Erato Disguised
Pray, think you, sweet Erotic Muse
To so easily obscure and confuse?
And seek to place impediment
By feigning vestal embodiment?
True poets see through truer eyes
And are not fooled by such disguise.
Though lesser talents be thus persuaded,
I know you a Goddess consecrated.
More obvious gifts let others seek,
Curve of hip and bloom of cheek.
For I know thy true power doth lie
In smirk of lip and flash of eye.
Of more earthly pleasures let lessers rhyme,
And seek them in more "southern" clime-
Tis thy laughter...
To so easily obscure and confuse?
And seek to place impediment
By feigning vestal embodiment?
True poets see through truer eyes
And are not fooled by such disguise.
Though lesser talents be thus persuaded,
I know you a Goddess consecrated.
More obvious gifts let others seek,
Curve of hip and bloom of cheek.
For I know thy true power doth lie
In smirk of lip and flash of eye.
Of more earthly pleasures let lessers rhyme,
And seek them in more "southern" clime-
Tis thy laughter...
1025 reads
5 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
22nd Feb 2013 7:19am
22nd Feb 2013 7:19am
La Pie (The Magpie)
With naught but words, and some feeble skill,
Do I attempt this bird to thus beguile-
In hopes that this poetry, though rustic, still
Might from his lips coax forth a smile.
Le Pie est un artiste' vrai
So will this muse's musings sway
Him to find some small delight
In this affable dreamer of the night?
Who but seeks to, as muses do, inspire
The artist to a truer art-
And as true friend has no desire
To lay claim upon an unwilling heart.
So, if these words have given pause
To consider in any wise this plea-
Let us then...
Do I attempt this bird to thus beguile-
In hopes that this poetry, though rustic, still
Might from his lips coax forth a smile.
Le Pie est un artiste' vrai
So will this muse's musings sway
Him to find some small delight
In this affable dreamer of the night?
Who but seeks to, as muses do, inspire
The artist to a truer art-
And as true friend has no desire
To lay claim upon an unwilling heart.
So, if these words have given pause
To consider in any wise this plea-
Let us then...
798 reads
9 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Feb 2013 5:38am
21st Feb 2013 5:38am
Morning Star
Dedication - To "M'Lady" a Morning Star if ever there was one!
Perhaps I have dwelt all overlong
Midst tombs by memory and moss o'ergrown,
And to dirge-ful pitch set all of my song
As singing, I've wandered these dark lands alone.
And draped in cold cerements of dismal gray shade
Have hidden myself in the shadows I've found,
That lie thick and dark in the stygian glade
Where long years of grief's leaves pile thick on the ground.
But it seems that this dolorous darkness must fade,
For far in the east a beam pierces my noir, ...
Perhaps I have dwelt all overlong
Midst tombs by memory and moss o'ergrown,
And to dirge-ful pitch set all of my song
As singing, I've wandered these dark lands alone.
And draped in cold cerements of dismal gray shade
Have hidden myself in the shadows I've found,
That lie thick and dark in the stygian glade
Where long years of grief's leaves pile thick on the ground.
But it seems that this dolorous darkness must fade,
For far in the east a beam pierces my noir, ...
962 reads
8 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
20th Feb 2013 7:07am
20th Feb 2013 7:07am
For David - On His Birthday
You make promises
Alot of them-
All my desires fulfilled
All my fantasies made real-
....but....
I've learned from the past
That promises are fragile-
That the road to hell is paved
Not with good intentions but promise shards-
....so....
Though you say you are fair
And your eyes are as green as the sea
That your smile is warm-
I still cannot trust you.
....because....
There was another once
Another who was fair-
Another who was warm
With eyes as blue as wedgewood-
....promised....
To love forever
To never...
Alot of them-
All my desires fulfilled
All my fantasies made real-
....but....
I've learned from the past
That promises are fragile-
That the road to hell is paved
Not with good intentions but promise shards-
....so....
Though you say you are fair
And your eyes are as green as the sea
That your smile is warm-
I still cannot trust you.
....because....
There was another once
Another who was fair-
Another who was warm
With eyes as blue as wedgewood-
....promised....
To love forever
To never...
722 reads
STORY POEM
Published
19th Feb 2013 6:18pm
19th Feb 2013 6:18pm
Contrary
The night was deep and dark and chill,
The cat sat silent on the window sill.
His eyes reflected the pale moon's beams,
He stared into the dark and dreamt cat dreams.
"Come cat," the sleepy woman said,
The hour is late- it's time for bed."
"I'll put one more log upon the fire
And you and I shall then retire."
The cat gave no outward indication
It had understood her conversation.
But jumped down lightly to the floor
And slowly glided to the door.
"Come cat, it's time we were a-bed,
Now leave that...
The cat sat silent on the window sill.
His eyes reflected the pale moon's beams,
He stared into the dark and dreamt cat dreams.
"Come cat," the sleepy woman said,
The hour is late- it's time for bed."
"I'll put one more log upon the fire
And you and I shall then retire."
The cat gave no outward indication
It had understood her conversation.
But jumped down lightly to the floor
And slowly glided to the door.
"Come cat, it's time we were a-bed,
Now leave that...
686 reads
4 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 10:22pm
18th Feb 2013 10:22pm
Would That -----
Would that thine eyes, so lustrous clear, deign to look upon me with pleasing glance of kind intent.
Reflecting some sweet and subtle sentiment, perchance, for my company's sake.
From such as these my soul might slake its parch-ed longing for love's nectar sweet, in those limpid pools distilled.
I fain would find my thirst fulfilled, complete.
And deep within them, might I see reflections of thy sweet mystery?
Would that my hand, with trembling touch, stroke full lightly the shining gold of thy lustrous hair.
And find its fingers nesting there, to hold a...
Reflecting some sweet and subtle sentiment, perchance, for my company's sake.
From such as these my soul might slake its parch-ed longing for love's nectar sweet, in those limpid pools distilled.
I fain would find my thirst fulfilled, complete.
And deep within them, might I see reflections of thy sweet mystery?
Would that my hand, with trembling touch, stroke full lightly the shining gold of thy lustrous hair.
And find its fingers nesting there, to hold a...
799 reads
7 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
18th Feb 2013 4:39am
18th Feb 2013 4:39am
Dark memories of Sunrise
This thing we know as parting, this end of "us", this rending in twain
Of thoughts, desires, and hopes held close in heart, and soul, and brain.
Our grief is measured out for us in dull hours and long miles,
Days and distances compete to wound us with their wiles.
This thing we know as parting, this sad and slow decay from "us" to "me"
Leaving each to gaze upon their private eternity.
It's all we fear of darkness, and all we can hope from light-
Dark memories of sunrise, bright visions of midnight.
Of thoughts, desires, and hopes held close in heart, and soul, and brain.
Our grief is measured out for us in dull hours and long miles,
Days and distances compete to wound us with their wiles.
This thing we know as parting, this sad and slow decay from "us" to "me"
Leaving each to gaze upon their private eternity.
It's all we fear of darkness, and all we can hope from light-
Dark memories of sunrise, bright visions of midnight.
704 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
17th Feb 2013 00:00am
17th Feb 2013 00:00am
Les Yuex du Reynard
There is something about those eyes-
Something in them- of them -
Something unchanging- yet insubstantial-
Unassailable - or perhaps - unattainable.
There is something about his eyes.
They are fair - they always were.
Their hue? Trivially unimportant -
It is not their color- but their content that beguiles.
They are "les yuex du reynard" -
The eyes of the Fox.
There is pain in them- for this Fox has known the hunt.
He knows - all to well - the harrying hounds-
Some psychotic - some bureaucratic-
Baying after him -...
Something in them- of them -
Something unchanging- yet insubstantial-
Unassailable - or perhaps - unattainable.
There is something about his eyes.
They are fair - they always were.
Their hue? Trivially unimportant -
It is not their color- but their content that beguiles.
They are "les yuex du reynard" -
The eyes of the Fox.
There is pain in them- for this Fox has known the hunt.
He knows - all to well - the harrying hounds-
Some psychotic - some bureaucratic-
Baying after him -...
753 reads
2 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
12th Feb 2013 5:58pm
12th Feb 2013 5:58pm
To Love An Artist
In spring my artist lover would take great delight
In scourging me with blossom-laden branches
Upon my naked back
He found it artistically and erotically inspiring
And claimed that as his muse it was my duty
I however- found the experience contradictory
There was pain of course - that goes without saying
Though I have just said it
But mixed with it - a subtle pleasure too
The shower of petals- floral snowfall - cooling my burning ze'brures
And pulped by the continuous blows into a balm
For the torn flesh where-on they landed
...
In scourging me with blossom-laden branches
Upon my naked back
He found it artistically and erotically inspiring
And claimed that as his muse it was my duty
I however- found the experience contradictory
There was pain of course - that goes without saying
Though I have just said it
But mixed with it - a subtle pleasure too
The shower of petals- floral snowfall - cooling my burning ze'brures
And pulped by the continuous blows into a balm
For the torn flesh where-on they landed
...
1051 reads
3 Comments
LOVE POEM
Published
11th Feb 2013 10:23pm
11th Feb 2013 10:23pm
While The Sky Weeps Snow - A Haiku Cycle
He is coming now
Pale as white jade by lamplight
While the sky weeps snow
While the sky weeps snow
Shedding his warm kimono
His sweet skin trembles
His sweet skin trembles
Under the touch of my hand
Seeking there for spring
Seeking there for spring
My lips search his for kisses
Finding only frost
Finding only frost
My heart now fills with winter
While the sky weeps snow
Pale as white jade by lamplight
While the sky weeps snow
While the sky weeps snow
Shedding his warm kimono
His sweet skin trembles
His sweet skin trembles
Under the touch of my hand
Seeking there for spring
Seeking there for spring
My lips search his for kisses
Finding only frost
Finding only frost
My heart now fills with winter
While the sky weeps snow
653 reads
6 Comments
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