Submissions by Xaphan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry - To muse in the inner space of imagination.
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Dec 2016 11:57pm
2nd Dec 2016 11:57pm
Gravity's Calling
Gravity's calling, it's pulling me down
Dragging me back to the invisible ground
I'm free falling, through cobalt and white
Caressed by the touch of a thunderstorm sprite
I thought I was free, had escaped the somatic
Thought I was an airborne spirit and akin to nomadic
I was gone, I had passed into a whirlwind and its vertical thrust
Weightless, I was trace crashing through a cloud of angel dust
And I was so close to heaven and a thousand miles high
So I reached out and stretched, almost touching, but shy
And everywhere was a...
Dragging me back to the invisible ground
I'm free falling, through cobalt and white
Caressed by the touch of a thunderstorm sprite
I thought I was free, had escaped the somatic
Thought I was an airborne spirit and akin to nomadic
I was gone, I had passed into a whirlwind and its vertical thrust
Weightless, I was trace crashing through a cloud of angel dust
And I was so close to heaven and a thousand miles high
So I reached out and stretched, almost touching, but shy
And everywhere was a...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
19th Nov 2016 00:24am
19th Nov 2016 00:24am
A Synergy of Energy
Fear not the life you lead, or to sin attest
For when your being's doused, it's your time to rest
Leave behind a bag of bones, seized by rigor mortis
And let your silent soul rise from the inner to the outer vortex
Gone for good the shackles of an existence criterion
When you're borne on winds up to the highest empyrean
And all that there was will fade, en masse, no crowds
As you're cast adrift amongst and then above the clouds
Unfurl no wings, let your soul untether
To see what was and what will be forever
And come that final, fateful day,...
For when your being's doused, it's your time to rest
Leave behind a bag of bones, seized by rigor mortis
And let your silent soul rise from the inner to the outer vortex
Gone for good the shackles of an existence criterion
When you're borne on winds up to the highest empyrean
And all that there was will fade, en masse, no crowds
As you're cast adrift amongst and then above the clouds
Unfurl no wings, let your soul untether
To see what was and what will be forever
And come that final, fateful day,...
#death
#spiritual
#LifeCycle
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
4th Nov 2016 8:05pm
4th Nov 2016 8:05pm
Dragonfly
Silent flutters; a dragonfly glides by
Or maybe a peri, in a wise man's, mind's eye
Enigmatically ethereal, quintessentially sublime
Flitting through moondrops, bathed in rainshine
It muses, in a hover, above the silky surface of an improbable pool
Reflecting the silver luminescence of a rainbow askew
A sparkling crescent of crushed crystals of ice
Aglow from a satellites echoing light
Moondrops and rainshine on a dragonfly's wings
For all that's perceived, is perceived from within
Belief's a pure...
Or maybe a peri, in a wise man's, mind's eye
Enigmatically ethereal, quintessentially sublime
Flitting through moondrops, bathed in rainshine
It muses, in a hover, above the silky surface of an improbable pool
Reflecting the silver luminescence of a rainbow askew
A sparkling crescent of crushed crystals of ice
Aglow from a satellites echoing light
Moondrops and rainshine on a dragonfly's wings
For all that's perceived, is perceived from within
Belief's a pure...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Oct 2016 2:42pm
20th Oct 2016 2:42pm
This Halloween
They skulk in shadows, those with hideous painted faces
But 'tis now this Halloween and they'll not be so evasive
And on this frightful night akin to the Grand Guignol
They'll play their gruesome part and take a bloody toll
So all the frightened little witches, ghosts and ghouls
Should run for cover to escape these demonic fools
With their trick or treat, no treats, just tricks
They will shatter glass with flying bricks
A jesters harmless humour, their aim is neither
As they walk the streets with meat slicing cleavers ...
But 'tis now this Halloween and they'll not be so evasive
And on this frightful night akin to the Grand Guignol
They'll play their gruesome part and take a bloody toll
So all the frightened little witches, ghosts and ghouls
Should run for cover to escape these demonic fools
With their trick or treat, no treats, just tricks
They will shatter glass with flying bricks
A jesters harmless humour, their aim is neither
As they walk the streets with meat slicing cleavers ...
#dark
#Halloween
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DARK POEM
Published
7th Oct 2016 11:37pm
7th Oct 2016 11:37pm
October
Of callous thoughts, of basest evil reason
October falls, to call, to the heinous heathen
So hail the hail, in storms and violence
And praise the darkness and an old alliance
The sun will set in non-shifting shadows
Hiding the arrival of New Drop gallows
And the howling wind will sing through garrotting wires
To fuel the flames for the witches pyres
And they'll await the date of All Hallows' Evening
For the innocent, caught, will not be leaving
In satanic black, wandering ghosts in masks
Will hunt to kill, like...
October falls, to call, to the heinous heathen
So hail the hail, in storms and violence
And praise the darkness and an old alliance
The sun will set in non-shifting shadows
Hiding the arrival of New Drop gallows
And the howling wind will sing through garrotting wires
To fuel the flames for the witches pyres
And they'll await the date of All Hallows' Evening
For the innocent, caught, will not be leaving
In satanic black, wandering ghosts in masks
Will hunt to kill, like...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
21st Sep 2016 1:47pm
21st Sep 2016 1:47pm
Departed
Departed, but you'll live on... though you've gone
Ash and dust cast to the sky, borne high upon a gust
But you'll live on, in the memories of the others
Those who were your kith and kin and those who were your lovers
Departed, but you'll live on... if only for a while
Fond recollections, fading photographs, two dates in a diary
But you'll live on, in the sun-kissed motes of the dancing air
In all those tales to tell, in those fading memories to share
Departed, but you'll live on... until they've all gone
Until you're just a memory of a...
Ash and dust cast to the sky, borne high upon a gust
But you'll live on, in the memories of the others
Those who were your kith and kin and those who were your lovers
Departed, but you'll live on... if only for a while
Fond recollections, fading photographs, two dates in a diary
But you'll live on, in the sun-kissed motes of the dancing air
In all those tales to tell, in those fading memories to share
Departed, but you'll live on... until they've all gone
Until you're just a memory of a...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 5:47pm
18th Sep 2016 5:47pm
The Burnt Horizon
He raped the goddess Venus and drowned Poseidon
And butchered Mars beneath the burnt horizon
He ransacked Heaven and drank from The Holy Grail
Then walked the righteous path of a scorched earth trail
He sowed his seeds, but razed all the crops
And poisoned wells with acid drops
Of unholy souls he is the Devil's keeper
And works in league with the grimmest reaper
All the wretched dead will know his name
Praise his deeds to assuage their pain
Of the pauperized pious with their anxieties ...
And butchered Mars beneath the burnt horizon
He ransacked Heaven and drank from The Holy Grail
Then walked the righteous path of a scorched earth trail
He sowed his seeds, but razed all the crops
And poisoned wells with acid drops
Of unholy souls he is the Devil's keeper
And works in league with the grimmest reaper
All the wretched dead will know his name
Praise his deeds to assuage their pain
Of the pauperized pious with their anxieties ...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Sep 2016 1:48am
18th Sep 2016 1:48am
A Burnt Horizon
He lay with Venus and drowned Poseidon
And fought with Mars beneath a burnt horizon
He ransacked Heaven and drank from a holy grail
Then walked a righteous path of a scorched earth trail
He sowed the seed, but razed the crop
And drained the wells of every drop
Of unholy souls he's still the keeper
And works in league with the darkest reaper
So the pauperized pious with their anxiety
Sought salvation from their appointed deity
But there was naught to find, no prayers to answer
For he destroyed it all like a malignant cancer ...
And fought with Mars beneath a burnt horizon
He ransacked Heaven and drank from a holy grail
Then walked a righteous path of a scorched earth trail
He sowed the seed, but razed the crop
And drained the wells of every drop
Of unholy souls he's still the keeper
And works in league with the darkest reaper
So the pauperized pious with their anxiety
Sought salvation from their appointed deity
But there was naught to find, no prayers to answer
For he destroyed it all like a malignant cancer ...
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DARK POEM
Published
9th Sep 2016 1:25pm
9th Sep 2016 1:25pm
Sliding Doors
They're kissed by the breath of the breeze, of the air
And the sliding doors slide, but there's nobody there
There's nobody there; is it a fault or the breeze?
That opens and closes them with occasional ease
There's somebody there, they're sat on reception
She laughs to herself about the harmless deception
'They're opening and closing and all by themselves'
She calls out to a non-visible somebody else
She's transfixed by the doors, unaware of the silence
From the back office, where there's no one in finance
It's just her...
And the sliding doors slide, but there's nobody there
There's nobody there; is it a fault or the breeze?
That opens and closes them with occasional ease
There's somebody there, they're sat on reception
She laughs to herself about the harmless deception
'They're opening and closing and all by themselves'
She calls out to a non-visible somebody else
She's transfixed by the doors, unaware of the silence
From the back office, where there's no one in finance
It's just her...
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DARK POEM
Published
3rd Sep 2016 3:42pm
3rd Sep 2016 3:42pm
You Can Scream
You can scream and beg in your defiance
Or bow your head in complete compliance
Uttering words of prayers, that sound so hollow
Casting furtive glances, you'll not see the morrow
And now he's here, vermilion eyes on fire, glowing
Neath his blackened apparel, 'tis all that's showing
Shade or assassin, he's the eternal, unholy reaper
Cloaked, forever, in the reveries of the silent sleeper
R.E.M, beads of sweat, upon your forehead, trickle
Ensnared by death, you can see he picks the sickle
And now you can scream, but there's no one listening ...
Or bow your head in complete compliance
Uttering words of prayers, that sound so hollow
Casting furtive glances, you'll not see the morrow
And now he's here, vermilion eyes on fire, glowing
Neath his blackened apparel, 'tis all that's showing
Shade or assassin, he's the eternal, unholy reaper
Cloaked, forever, in the reveries of the silent sleeper
R.E.M, beads of sweat, upon your forehead, trickle
Ensnared by death, you can see he picks the sickle
And now you can scream, but there's no one listening ...
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