Submissions by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Shore
O! Fairest half-remembered shore
Whose waves washed me before—
Whose towers of living stone
I viewed surrounded and alone…
O! Surf I prayed draw near
To wash my strangled tear
When didst thou take leave
To where the sirens grieve?
On earth tormented I must dwell
In heavens half as sweet as Hell—
Where spirits sing a melody
Daring mimic the calling sea—
Daring touch my stilling heart
As I dream the waves depart
Bearing me across the brine
To a far-off dreamer’s shrine.
O! World that no longer turns ...
Whose waves washed me before—
Whose towers of living stone
I viewed surrounded and alone…
O! Surf I prayed draw near
To wash my strangled tear
When didst thou take leave
To where the sirens grieve?
On earth tormented I must dwell
In heavens half as sweet as Hell—
Where spirits sing a melody
Daring mimic the calling sea—
Daring touch my stilling heart
As I dream the waves depart
Bearing me across the brine
To a far-off dreamer’s shrine.
O! World that no longer turns ...
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To One Fallen (For David Bowie)
(For David Bowie)
Dearest soul who art in Heaven
Graced by the flowers we would have given,
Our orisons in rhythmic wreathes surround
Thy slumber in this fair ground.
Our souls we gladly would deliver
In the tears that drip fitfully forever.
Sparkling, radiant, thy palace of echoes
O’er the tomb’s lone silence throws
A legion of cloaked sorrows
Drifting eye to eye; tear to tear
And in each pall we yet may hear
A voice once housed by this sacred bone
From out some high, celestial throne.
And clouds part for but a sliver of...
Dearest soul who art in Heaven
Graced by the flowers we would have given,
Our orisons in rhythmic wreathes surround
Thy slumber in this fair ground.
Our souls we gladly would deliver
In the tears that drip fitfully forever.
Sparkling, radiant, thy palace of echoes
O’er the tomb’s lone silence throws
A legion of cloaked sorrows
Drifting eye to eye; tear to tear
And in each pall we yet may hear
A voice once housed by this sacred bone
From out some high, celestial throne.
And clouds part for but a sliver of...
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A Walk on New Year's Eve
Sing winter a song most rightly sung
To we who dare to love and love so young.
Welcome night star bedight and clear
With a moon’s low shadow near
And towers singing the coming year—
Sing winter a song most rightly sung
To we who dare to love and love so young.
My darling by each frigid mile
We walk sharing our smile
I vow to dream where we stand
I vow to dream by thy hand
When the moon has given rise
To constellations not as fair
As thou standing there
Below the silent skies.
Sing winter a song most rightly sung
To we...
To we who dare to love and love so young.
Welcome night star bedight and clear
With a moon’s low shadow near
And towers singing the coming year—
Sing winter a song most rightly sung
To we who dare to love and love so young.
My darling by each frigid mile
We walk sharing our smile
I vow to dream where we stand
I vow to dream by thy hand
When the moon has given rise
To constellations not as fair
As thou standing there
Below the silent skies.
Sing winter a song most rightly sung
To we...
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Our Mournful Home
Come ye, come ye to my side.
In my eyes to the moonlight now has died,
My mirrored soul the fairest reaper grips
Bearing balm to the poison of my lips
And dreaming through the final sphere
A voice rings the tolling clear;
My coin to the river bed
That guides to the House of the Dead.
Life: Mere vision from whence we wake
When our dream the angels take:
Our breath: each but a prelude
To the heavens openly viewed—
One last wind to the sepulcher
Where eternal we ne’er shall stir,
Where the vermin of the shadowed deep
About our...
In my eyes to the moonlight now has died,
My mirrored soul the fairest reaper grips
Bearing balm to the poison of my lips
And dreaming through the final sphere
A voice rings the tolling clear;
My coin to the river bed
That guides to the House of the Dead.
Life: Mere vision from whence we wake
When our dream the angels take:
Our breath: each but a prelude
To the heavens openly viewed—
One last wind to the sepulcher
Where eternal we ne’er shall stir,
Where the vermin of the shadowed deep
About our...
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To the Mountainside
In the dull waste I cried
For the lover slumbering—
And the mystic wind replied
With a storm’s sad rumbling
To the blooms of the mountainside.
Such a burden I was made to lift
O’er passages amid the trees
While silently, silently did drift
The melancholy breeze
Bearing my life, my love and my gift.
‘Neath the clouds in their stratus gloom,
O’er the brooks that slither by
I bore to the rock-bound tomb
One tear to the whispering sky
Where now dwells my groom.
Though now in Heaven’s shining hours
There yet may dwell a...
For the lover slumbering—
And the mystic wind replied
With a storm’s sad rumbling
To the blooms of the mountainside.
Such a burden I was made to lift
O’er passages amid the trees
While silently, silently did drift
The melancholy breeze
Bearing my life, my love and my gift.
‘Neath the clouds in their stratus gloom,
O’er the brooks that slither by
I bore to the rock-bound tomb
One tear to the whispering sky
Where now dwells my groom.
Though now in Heaven’s shining hours
There yet may dwell a...
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The Black Flame
There rests a black flame
Woe’s Tide is her name…
And in spring’s chariot of perfumed night
Her silent bell strikes eldritch light.
What slumber cracked has driven
From the vaults of fallen Heaven
Such a lone tear to breed suffering
To the gold of one celestial string?
Who will sing to the pearl-wrought pyre
Of the lone God who lies in such fire?
His crown of stars now the birth of sighs
Soaring to the Dead’s eternal lullabies
That raise such dreams as sorrowfully rise
To the accursed of infernal...
Woe’s Tide is her name…
And in spring’s chariot of perfumed night
Her silent bell strikes eldritch light.
What slumber cracked has driven
From the vaults of fallen Heaven
Such a lone tear to breed suffering
To the gold of one celestial string?
Who will sing to the pearl-wrought pyre
Of the lone God who lies in such fire?
His crown of stars now the birth of sighs
Soaring to the Dead’s eternal lullabies
That raise such dreams as sorrowfully rise
To the accursed of infernal...
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Ghost Ship
With ghosts forlorn brimming full
The cup is born to my soul,
Watching the sickle of a strange eclipse
Shine on the ghosts of fallen ships
Drifting clear league on mile
In search of the cumulous isle,
Their winds shattered upon the sea
Quivering in sorrow silently,
Weighing anchor to eternity.
Now sleeps blue the mythic wave
His silent foam upon the grave
Where many a tattered, lost ship’s sail
Shall capture upon the starless gale
A sigh half-dreaming yarns of a forgotten tale
That the bones in coral labyrinths below
Whisper in...
The cup is born to my soul,
Watching the sickle of a strange eclipse
Shine on the ghosts of fallen ships
Drifting clear league on mile
In search of the cumulous isle,
Their winds shattered upon the sea
Quivering in sorrow silently,
Weighing anchor to eternity.
Now sleeps blue the mythic wave
His silent foam upon the grave
Where many a tattered, lost ship’s sail
Shall capture upon the starless gale
A sigh half-dreaming yarns of a forgotten tale
That the bones in coral labyrinths below
Whisper in...
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Nevermorrow
I lay crippled in an hour late
The stream of conscious dryly run
Feeling the dread of the weight
Of a terror richly new begun.
“Come spirit fell
To the Seventh Hell
Cast on this slumber the allure of thy spell”
I spoke with wraiths upon the shore
Of sands fumed to horrid glass—
And in such horror I then swore
To phantoms fell my spirit must pass
To beds of blades
Beyond all shades
In the ruin of starless song
Where broken mirrors belong
To call the specter from his rest
To the dreamer’s silent breast.
“Though...
The stream of conscious dryly run
Feeling the dread of the weight
Of a terror richly new begun.
“Come spirit fell
To the Seventh Hell
Cast on this slumber the allure of thy spell”
I spoke with wraiths upon the shore
Of sands fumed to horrid glass—
And in such horror I then swore
To phantoms fell my spirit must pass
To beds of blades
Beyond all shades
In the ruin of starless song
Where broken mirrors belong
To call the specter from his rest
To the dreamer’s silent breast.
“Though...
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Doom
Welcome veil of the grinning moon
Peering through clouds of emerald noon,
Welcome crows ill looming
O’er fountains sickly fuming
Where the waters foaming lie
Mirroring the terror of the sky
That befalls with fire-winged gown
On the towers and spires of that sinister town.
From beyond clouds—gold-streaked and lime
To the bell tower’s hollow last chime
Slithering through each vacant, grey street
To the leagues where mounts and lees meet,
To the forests where the poison pools brew
Visions the mad magi view.
Then dance the demons of the...
Peering through clouds of emerald noon,
Welcome crows ill looming
O’er fountains sickly fuming
Where the waters foaming lie
Mirroring the terror of the sky
That befalls with fire-winged gown
On the towers and spires of that sinister town.
From beyond clouds—gold-streaked and lime
To the bell tower’s hollow last chime
Slithering through each vacant, grey street
To the leagues where mounts and lees meet,
To the forests where the poison pools brew
Visions the mad magi view.
Then dance the demons of the...
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Fallen Angel
Dear fallen angel, what tidings doth thou bring
Swept ashore in the ice and rain?
Why in the shelter of thy wing
Do I feel no pain?
Alas even the holy must leave
But say it is not so
That I cannot grieve
To see thee go.
Didst thou sail the surf of prayer
For a lone soul’s despair?
Didst thou find one lost, forgiven
Fair sentinel of the storming Heaven?
Thy shattered halo once so proud on high
Never again to glaze the twilit sky
With the hues of thy harp’s lustrous chord
That sang lullabies to Our Lord.
Angel...
Swept ashore in the ice and rain?
Why in the shelter of thy wing
Do I feel no pain?
Alas even the holy must leave
But say it is not so
That I cannot grieve
To see thee go.
Didst thou sail the surf of prayer
For a lone soul’s despair?
Didst thou find one lost, forgiven
Fair sentinel of the storming Heaven?
Thy shattered halo once so proud on high
Never again to glaze the twilit sky
With the hues of thy harp’s lustrous chord
That sang lullabies to Our Lord.
Angel...
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His Eyes
What glare shall be our rainbow?
Is it in thine eye’s shifting glow?
What hues in light or shadow rise
Where the seat of thy spirit lies!
What angel bears such fire
As graces thee my sire?
What diadem fair doth adorn
These spheres where the King’s Star is born?
From the green of sacred lees
To the blue of distant seas
The light thou doth bear
In the beauty of thy stare
Echoes a myriad Heavens that grace the sky,
But no bastion above
Or citadel on high
Echoes thee my love,
For the song of thy sight ...
Is it in thine eye’s shifting glow?
What hues in light or shadow rise
Where the seat of thy spirit lies!
What angel bears such fire
As graces thee my sire?
What diadem fair doth adorn
These spheres where the King’s Star is born?
From the green of sacred lees
To the blue of distant seas
The light thou doth bear
In the beauty of thy stare
Echoes a myriad Heavens that grace the sky,
But no bastion above
Or citadel on high
Echoes thee my love,
For the song of thy sight ...
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The Garden
There is a dark garden
Where stone vines curl,
Where shadows repose
‘Neath trees of stained pearl
Watering thorns of the onyx rose
Hanging o’er mirrors
Where swims the starlight
And spheres without aim
Their banks glowing bedight
In violets of flame.
High granite leaves
Dressed in webs of crystal
Hanging o’er the silver grass
Where grows the iron thistle
In moonbows of brass
Sigh eldritch and still
As the mourners cross
Paths by gravestone wrought
Weeping crestfallen their loss ...
Where stone vines curl,
Where shadows repose
‘Neath trees of stained pearl
Watering thorns of the onyx rose
Hanging o’er mirrors
Where swims the starlight
And spheres without aim
Their banks glowing bedight
In violets of flame.
High granite leaves
Dressed in webs of crystal
Hanging o’er the silver grass
Where grows the iron thistle
In moonbows of brass
Sigh eldritch and still
As the mourners cross
Paths by gravestone wrought
Weeping crestfallen their loss ...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)