Submissions by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 5:36pm
19th Nov 2015 5:36pm
One With the Dead
I traveled that garden with the harvest moon’s rise,
Where drift in secret glass-winged butterflies,
Where towers of rich pine
(Gathered proudly in a line)
Where the marble cherubs dwell
Serve the shadows well.
Where, mystic, they watch the streamlet pass,
Marble sentinels in the autumn grass.
There is a name writ in holy stone
Housing sacred ash and bone.
An unknown memory I imagine
As I yearn to lie within
The enclosed bed; brilliant and dim
With the feast surrounding him
The infinite yawn of space
Hides my heartbeat...
Where drift in secret glass-winged butterflies,
Where towers of rich pine
(Gathered proudly in a line)
Where the marble cherubs dwell
Serve the shadows well.
Where, mystic, they watch the streamlet pass,
Marble sentinels in the autumn grass.
There is a name writ in holy stone
Housing sacred ash and bone.
An unknown memory I imagine
As I yearn to lie within
The enclosed bed; brilliant and dim
With the feast surrounding him
The infinite yawn of space
Hides my heartbeat...
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DARK POEM
Published
19th Nov 2015 5:35pm
19th Nov 2015 5:35pm
In This Temple Nay This Lair
In this temple—nay! Within this lair
We open only to despair.
Damned be your “sophisticated” claim
That you may dare to speak our name,
Our own wretched blood we spill,
Fulfills our hungry idols still.
No! Your less-interesting personality
Cannot kill our dark calamity.
Secret lore from these halls doth flow,
Secrets your soft, poor mind can’t know;
Secrets the sane mind must abhor:
This is why we lock the door!
You must return to your peaceful land
To the truths you might understand
We beg you, please now turn away,
Forget what you...
We open only to despair.
Damned be your “sophisticated” claim
That you may dare to speak our name,
Our own wretched blood we spill,
Fulfills our hungry idols still.
No! Your less-interesting personality
Cannot kill our dark calamity.
Secret lore from these halls doth flow,
Secrets your soft, poor mind can’t know;
Secrets the sane mind must abhor:
This is why we lock the door!
You must return to your peaceful land
To the truths you might understand
We beg you, please now turn away,
Forget what you...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 4:08pm
18th Nov 2015 4:08pm
Prison
Surely this garden of iron doors
Yet houses cadavers of stray horrors.
Empty towers with windows of grime
Are the trophies of that time,
When each spirit would vainly crawl
Hoping to scale that wall.
Though gone the sadness remains
In the flower’s dawn lit tearstains.
And gathered ‘neath aurora dim
A throng of grey seraphim
Stand on a wind faint and low
Bearing what faded long ago:
Gifts of light bathed in woe.
Seeking echoes of recalled footfall
Down each rotted hall,
They weep from faces of stone
Where no lovebird’s song has...
Yet houses cadavers of stray horrors.
Empty towers with windows of grime
Are the trophies of that time,
When each spirit would vainly crawl
Hoping to scale that wall.
Though gone the sadness remains
In the flower’s dawn lit tearstains.
And gathered ‘neath aurora dim
A throng of grey seraphim
Stand on a wind faint and low
Bearing what faded long ago:
Gifts of light bathed in woe.
Seeking echoes of recalled footfall
Down each rotted hall,
They weep from faces of stone
Where no lovebird’s song has...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 4:06pm
18th Nov 2015 4:06pm
Mood
In mood somber yet serene
In dreamed-of fields of living green,
I rest to nurse my melancholy
And wonder at the midnight sky
As the air is brimming, thick
With a strange, low music:
Melodies peaceful men would hate
With voices of a beauty desolate,
For no beauty is without sadness.
While lovers hint of madness
With lavender mists, picturesque
In this realm of hearts grotesque
There comes a shine to the rain
To wash away the cerise stain
Of all we fear may rise again.
Of what fear the lost who terry
Alone, afraid in their...
In dreamed-of fields of living green,
I rest to nurse my melancholy
And wonder at the midnight sky
As the air is brimming, thick
With a strange, low music:
Melodies peaceful men would hate
With voices of a beauty desolate,
For no beauty is without sadness.
While lovers hint of madness
With lavender mists, picturesque
In this realm of hearts grotesque
There comes a shine to the rain
To wash away the cerise stain
Of all we fear may rise again.
Of what fear the lost who terry
Alone, afraid in their...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 1:02am
18th Nov 2015 1:02am
For B--
My promise to walk with you
On the thread of your dream.
To watch the stars wake
O’er the sun’s final beam.
What embrace may ensue
Within the grace of your side?
What ground may silently quake
While we the night’s chariot ride?
My gift—if I had but one
I would take you by the hand
I would give you the sun
Of your dream’s silken strand.
No kiss could compare
To you standing there
In this dream’s Promise Land.
On the thread of your dream.
To watch the stars wake
O’er the sun’s final beam.
What embrace may ensue
Within the grace of your side?
What ground may silently quake
While we the night’s chariot ride?
My gift—if I had but one
I would take you by the hand
I would give you the sun
Of your dream’s silken strand.
No kiss could compare
To you standing there
In this dream’s Promise Land.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
18th Nov 2015 1:00am
18th Nov 2015 1:00am
The Crystal City
Far beyond the golden glade
Where the stallion bears the horizon
Flaming with the high blade
Of fair Orion
The lone city of crystal sadly gleams
Her high spires driven
With the fading dreams
That flutter soft to desolate Heaven
To the harp's silver melody,
Low eiderdown notes
Of that Kingdom's melancholy
Where the lone banner flows and floats
To the ground where each flower lies
At the door of each ancient tomb:
Flowers of mourning, of discordant sighs
Without fair hue, without perfume.
O'er their thorns strange spirits fly...
Where the stallion bears the horizon
Flaming with the high blade
Of fair Orion
The lone city of crystal sadly gleams
Her high spires driven
With the fading dreams
That flutter soft to desolate Heaven
To the harp's silver melody,
Low eiderdown notes
Of that Kingdom's melancholy
Where the lone banner flows and floats
To the ground where each flower lies
At the door of each ancient tomb:
Flowers of mourning, of discordant sighs
Without fair hue, without perfume.
O'er their thorns strange spirits fly...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 4:45pm
17th Nov 2015 4:45pm
Untitled
Though light has left his marble eyes
The tomb has made him wise.
There deep, cold, on stone-clad ground
His thoughts swirl round and round.
There on his back
In a world of black
His mind is clear and sound.
The village comes in envy
All to see
His brow by knowledge crowned.
Great thoughts yet bind
His deepest mind.
And all the village comes to see
The man slain by immortality.
The tomb has made him wise.
There deep, cold, on stone-clad ground
His thoughts swirl round and round.
There on his back
In a world of black
His mind is clear and sound.
The village comes in envy
All to see
His brow by knowledge crowned.
Great thoughts yet bind
His deepest mind.
And all the village comes to see
The man slain by immortality.
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 4:43pm
17th Nov 2015 4:43pm
Melody
So haunting a melody
Twinkles like starlight on high.
Through veins it travels like lustrous wine;
A jewel sought that no man can define.
Down low halls it majestic flutters
And the violin sweetly mutters
Soft as swirls of snow on grounds consecrate
Where sighs each grave of long-lost fate
Below the tide of a chorus imagined
Upon eiderdown layers of silent winter wind.
Notes I heard where my dreams bled
A pool of sorrow from within my weary head,
Poison though with allure sublime
In each mirthless, well-studied chime.
Echoes raised in...
Twinkles like starlight on high.
Through veins it travels like lustrous wine;
A jewel sought that no man can define.
Down low halls it majestic flutters
And the violin sweetly mutters
Soft as swirls of snow on grounds consecrate
Where sighs each grave of long-lost fate
Below the tide of a chorus imagined
Upon eiderdown layers of silent winter wind.
Notes I heard where my dreams bled
A pool of sorrow from within my weary head,
Poison though with allure sublime
In each mirthless, well-studied chime.
Echoes raised in...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 2:45am
17th Nov 2015 2:45am
How I Envy Thee!
How now, my cruelest fate?
With thee I lie to debate
With furious archers of these silver skies,
Piercing me ere I knew his eyes.
Their words, which I count as lies
With each day only prove
It is he I truly love.
What darkness! Lo! Such pain
Of a heart so alive yet slain
By desire to remain
In this state—to love in vain.
Sadness—fogged mirror to reflect
One mind’s syndrome and defect:
O! Archers! O! God! Make it known
If they shall not be our own
Why then dost thou be cruel
To make not wise the role of fool?
Thy words! What...
With thee I lie to debate
With furious archers of these silver skies,
Piercing me ere I knew his eyes.
Their words, which I count as lies
With each day only prove
It is he I truly love.
What darkness! Lo! Such pain
Of a heart so alive yet slain
By desire to remain
In this state—to love in vain.
Sadness—fogged mirror to reflect
One mind’s syndrome and defect:
O! Archers! O! God! Make it known
If they shall not be our own
Why then dost thou be cruel
To make not wise the role of fool?
Thy words! What...
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DARK POEM
Published
17th Nov 2015 2:44am
17th Nov 2015 2:44am
Farewell to the King
The organ piping, cool and lone,
Near the pearl, empty throne
Sings to woe of never morrow.
A jester veiled in notes of sorrow
With painted smile, though there is no king,
Pulls somber at the puppet’s string.
No laughter graces that proud hall
While outside there vainly call
A realm of lovers who believe
Hope yet reigns, and will not grieve.
Their candle flames heave and dance:
Golden shreds of living romance;
And flowers round the marble guard posts
Sway as with the breath of ghosts.
Frost...
Near the pearl, empty throne
Sings to woe of never morrow.
A jester veiled in notes of sorrow
With painted smile, though there is no king,
Pulls somber at the puppet’s string.
No laughter graces that proud hall
While outside there vainly call
A realm of lovers who believe
Hope yet reigns, and will not grieve.
Their candle flames heave and dance:
Golden shreds of living romance;
And flowers round the marble guard posts
Sway as with the breath of ghosts.
Frost...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 5:22pm
16th Nov 2015 5:22pm
The Phantom
In the tavern on dark Halloween
Stood the purest soul that I have seen
In garb of ancient phantom fair
With smile of pearl he stood there
Yet with sorrow in so deep an eye
Where a pain I saw radiently lie.
What caresses marked the hours
Of the brief love that was ours
I with that phantom--that phantom fair
Round his neck my arms I threw
Praying this love I briefly knew
Would live more than but one night
'Neath the neon's stain of light
Ah great was my drunken prayer
To be loved by that phantom--that phantom fair
Who showed to me...
Stood the purest soul that I have seen
In garb of ancient phantom fair
With smile of pearl he stood there
Yet with sorrow in so deep an eye
Where a pain I saw radiently lie.
What caresses marked the hours
Of the brief love that was ours
I with that phantom--that phantom fair
Round his neck my arms I threw
Praying this love I briefly knew
Would live more than but one night
'Neath the neon's stain of light
Ah great was my drunken prayer
To be loved by that phantom--that phantom fair
Who showed to me...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 5:20pm
16th Nov 2015 5:20pm
Distance
O! How distance makes thy beauty sweet,
And the bleeding of despair I meet
Is an odd pleasure to hold dear.
Though the deepest flags I fear
Have in crimson risen
From the remorse thou hast given
Tie me to a desired tear
That drenches a soul in melancholy
Most exquisite and unholy.
To remove thy spirit is to deny
The treasure that yet pierces mine eye:
A light that feeds like unto the sun
The crystal fields where love's bright rivers run.
O! Faraway spirit fair
Canst thou bleed this despair
With leeches of assurance
From...
And the bleeding of despair I meet
Is an odd pleasure to hold dear.
Though the deepest flags I fear
Have in crimson risen
From the remorse thou hast given
Tie me to a desired tear
That drenches a soul in melancholy
Most exquisite and unholy.
To remove thy spirit is to deny
The treasure that yet pierces mine eye:
A light that feeds like unto the sun
The crystal fields where love's bright rivers run.
O! Faraway spirit fair
Canst thou bleed this despair
With leeches of assurance
From...
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