Submissions by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 5:38am
16th Nov 2015 5:38am
Eternity
I have walked the storm-shod mountain,
My feet in the rumbling grey.
I have bathed my bosom in the fountain
That held a sea of nil within her spray.
My shade traversed the terrain
Of shattered light and bliss’s perfumed lore;
Flowered lore—such balm to pain
That bleeds the pleasant days of yore.
My specter knew the Kings of Longing,
Watched as they dreamed on satellite thrones,
While below doom shined with the dawning
On a desert of drying bones.
I listened at the doorways
Of true love’s chamber dear.
But also where soft...
My feet in the rumbling grey.
I have bathed my bosom in the fountain
That held a sea of nil within her spray.
My shade traversed the terrain
Of shattered light and bliss’s perfumed lore;
Flowered lore—such balm to pain
That bleeds the pleasant days of yore.
My specter knew the Kings of Longing,
Watched as they dreamed on satellite thrones,
While below doom shined with the dawning
On a desert of drying bones.
I listened at the doorways
Of true love’s chamber dear.
But also where soft...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
16th Nov 2015 5:38am
16th Nov 2015 5:38am
Candles
Where the ravens split the night
With her mantle of weeping flames
Bleeding their hearts of unheeded plight
To feed rivers where the Lost set sail
I will wait for one line of good morrow
With my delusion breeding sight of lavender candles
That glow between our whispers
And fade slow as dawn reaches
To caress my sorrow
With the blooms I would have sent thee.
Roses now teardrops
As the dread season shifts before me
And I kiss my pillow good night.
With her mantle of weeping flames
Bleeding their hearts of unheeded plight
To feed rivers where the Lost set sail
I will wait for one line of good morrow
With my delusion breeding sight of lavender candles
That glow between our whispers
And fade slow as dawn reaches
To caress my sorrow
With the blooms I would have sent thee.
Roses now teardrops
As the dread season shifts before me
And I kiss my pillow good night.
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 5:47pm
15th Nov 2015 5:47pm
Brandon
Sitting, ponder; hand stroking chin,
Homesick for what has ever been.
A note (I know not flat or sharp)
Quietly leaves the angel’s harp.
O’er these bones the sound shall drift,
While all my soul will try to lift
The lid by cherub viewed,
Where sacred worms intrude.
Brandon! In this gown samite,
Lie lovely this eternal night.
My drumming shan’t wake thee,
My arms cannot take thee
From this stone-clad repose
Where breathes naught that grows.
Ah! Smiles of yesterday!
They were our bouquet.
Today’s silent forever after
Is a cold...
Homesick for what has ever been.
A note (I know not flat or sharp)
Quietly leaves the angel’s harp.
O’er these bones the sound shall drift,
While all my soul will try to lift
The lid by cherub viewed,
Where sacred worms intrude.
Brandon! In this gown samite,
Lie lovely this eternal night.
My drumming shan’t wake thee,
My arms cannot take thee
From this stone-clad repose
Where breathes naught that grows.
Ah! Smiles of yesterday!
They were our bouquet.
Today’s silent forever after
Is a cold...
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DARK POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 5:45pm
15th Nov 2015 5:45pm
First Date
Kiss me in this garden drear
At the blades of the iron gate.
Meet me there my dear
Where the marble cherubs wait.
Dance in the calm of death
That surrounds with so dark a glow
I shall inhale plumes of thy breath
Neath the threat of snow.
Break my mind where the cherubs pray...
Where each Mary sheds a tear.
Cast my heart and dreams away
Hold me--God hold me in whispers of secret fear.
The dead--steal their bouquets.
Cast them to the sky
While we their epitaphs praise
And o'er the sleepers lie.
...
At the blades of the iron gate.
Meet me there my dear
Where the marble cherubs wait.
Dance in the calm of death
That surrounds with so dark a glow
I shall inhale plumes of thy breath
Neath the threat of snow.
Break my mind where the cherubs pray...
Where each Mary sheds a tear.
Cast my heart and dreams away
Hold me--God hold me in whispers of secret fear.
The dead--steal their bouquets.
Cast them to the sky
While we their epitaphs praise
And o'er the sleepers lie.
...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 1:26am
15th Nov 2015 1:26am
A Hanging
Though wilted our flower still can cheer,
Though faint now, the vision still doth show
The love ere we swing to heaven here
When wine and dreams did flow.
I wish to know thy trailing ghost
How I wish it may haunt me
As I recall what I loved the most
Ere we slumber at the gallows tree.
And as thou doth embrace the cloud
My tears I must alas deny
To fall before the crowd
Who laugh into the sky.
We sinners all will cast a stone
And spit into the eye
Of they who dare to sin alone
And rejoice as sinners die.
Farewell innocent...
Though faint now, the vision still doth show
The love ere we swing to heaven here
When wine and dreams did flow.
I wish to know thy trailing ghost
How I wish it may haunt me
As I recall what I loved the most
Ere we slumber at the gallows tree.
And as thou doth embrace the cloud
My tears I must alas deny
To fall before the crowd
Who laugh into the sky.
We sinners all will cast a stone
And spit into the eye
Of they who dare to sin alone
And rejoice as sinners die.
Farewell innocent...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
15th Nov 2015 1:25am
15th Nov 2015 1:25am
Friendship
The breezes all have faltered--bells no longer ring
Since the days they left me in youth's fairest spring.
We spoke of friends forever
Forever and a day
They swore to leave me never
Then all were swept away.
They came, but none could understand;
They came, then came no more
Due to the distant fairy land
That I was dying for.
They came--they went without farewell,
And locked was every door
So now I pray where lone I dwell
For what was mine before.
If one could but see me weep
And know how great I yearn
Perhaps I...
Since the days they left me in youth's fairest spring.
We spoke of friends forever
Forever and a day
They swore to leave me never
Then all were swept away.
They came, but none could understand;
They came, then came no more
Due to the distant fairy land
That I was dying for.
They came--they went without farewell,
And locked was every door
So now I pray where lone I dwell
For what was mine before.
If one could but see me weep
And know how great I yearn
Perhaps I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Nov 2015 4:53pm
14th Nov 2015 4:53pm
Dandelion
On this dandelion, I make request
That my sorrow may be laid to rest.
Desperate pleas from so frail a lung,
Begging for all that ever died so young.
But these seeds—they are not driven
To the blue house of prayers that we call Heaven.
In the ground my wish finds death,
So, to another I give my breath.
I wish to meet but one soul
Who may my own console.
But these seeds—they do not rise
To the cage of all hope in the skies.
From each crown—not all will come off;
My breath and my will are not power...
That my sorrow may be laid to rest.
Desperate pleas from so frail a lung,
Begging for all that ever died so young.
But these seeds—they are not driven
To the blue house of prayers that we call Heaven.
In the ground my wish finds death,
So, to another I give my breath.
I wish to meet but one soul
Who may my own console.
But these seeds—they do not rise
To the cage of all hope in the skies.
From each crown—not all will come off;
My breath and my will are not power...
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DARK POEM
Published
14th Nov 2015 4:52pm
14th Nov 2015 4:52pm
The Pond
Where a storm's turmoil hideously yawned
I walked the shore of an ancient pond
High rocks surrounding moss-clad
With waves murmuring low and sad
Whispering as though the drowned all
Sighed plights in their rise and fall
Begging the gods for luscious air
From the depths of that liquid lair,
Strips of odd flesh and, here and there,
Heads of algae-ridden hair
Floating face-down in the fetid waves
Yet to sink eternal to their graves.
And 'neath the whimper of distant thunder claps
I felt my feet might perhaps
To that pond in desperation...
I walked the shore of an ancient pond
High rocks surrounding moss-clad
With waves murmuring low and sad
Whispering as though the drowned all
Sighed plights in their rise and fall
Begging the gods for luscious air
From the depths of that liquid lair,
Strips of odd flesh and, here and there,
Heads of algae-ridden hair
Floating face-down in the fetid waves
Yet to sink eternal to their graves.
And 'neath the whimper of distant thunder claps
I felt my feet might perhaps
To that pond in desperation...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Nov 2015 5:18pm
13th Nov 2015 5:18pm
How Low; Soft Wind Curves
How low; soft the wind curves
Solace to my diseased nerves.
Bearing quaint a perfumed breeze
Of all graves in troubled seas
Where the ships fade into twilight
White sails crimson-bathed in flight.
And on the shore I drown in the breath
Of low tides that speak of death.
There is an illness; a horrid fear
That a tomb waits for me here.
Though I know I shall survive
Henceforth I cannot be alive.
Creations of fever a throat that speaks
Of what a dying man alone still seeks.
Though I know that in this wave
None have prepared for me a...
Solace to my diseased nerves.
Bearing quaint a perfumed breeze
Of all graves in troubled seas
Where the ships fade into twilight
White sails crimson-bathed in flight.
And on the shore I drown in the breath
Of low tides that speak of death.
There is an illness; a horrid fear
That a tomb waits for me here.
Though I know I shall survive
Henceforth I cannot be alive.
Creations of fever a throat that speaks
Of what a dying man alone still seeks.
Though I know that in this wave
None have prepared for me a...
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DARK POEM
Published
13th Nov 2015 4:03pm
13th Nov 2015 4:03pm
Thy Scars
I kiss the scars upon thy skin,
Radiant trails that cannot be swept away;
Each whispering of pain that long has been
In the words you dare not say.
Kiss my palm--each troubled line,
Thy coldness soothes the quake in mine
Below this light of sunset red
That casts a crown upon thy head.
Each word a vibrant rose
That silently throws
A pall over my loneliness
With the allure of our sadness.
In terror my soul did wake
When my heart you swore to take.
A terror that lit the night
Without balm, but without fright.
And ah!...
Radiant trails that cannot be swept away;
Each whispering of pain that long has been
In the words you dare not say.
Kiss my palm--each troubled line,
Thy coldness soothes the quake in mine
Below this light of sunset red
That casts a crown upon thy head.
Each word a vibrant rose
That silently throws
A pall over my loneliness
With the allure of our sadness.
In terror my soul did wake
When my heart you swore to take.
A terror that lit the night
Without balm, but without fright.
And ah!...
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DU Poetry : Submissions by MartenHoyle (Vate C. Carmen)
