Submissions by Xaphan
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Poetry - To muse in the inner space of imagination.
DARK POEM
Published
21st Feb 2016 4:40pm
21st Feb 2016 4:40pm
Hammer & Sickle
Contemplate this, hole-and-corner, verdant valley
A place, if known, into which one might choose to sally
There's no rush hour mayhem, for there is no commuting
No law enforcement, no taxes and no genteel disputing
Here they forage and farm beyond the civilised clamour
Working hard the sickle and scythe, the saw and the hammer
It's a serene cloistered hamlet of sandstone houses
Where they all reside, them and their spouses
All rustic types who use the Hammer & Sickle
Reticent, mean and constantly fickle ...
A place, if known, into which one might choose to sally
There's no rush hour mayhem, for there is no commuting
No law enforcement, no taxes and no genteel disputing
Here they forage and farm beyond the civilised clamour
Working hard the sickle and scythe, the saw and the hammer
It's a serene cloistered hamlet of sandstone houses
Where they all reside, them and their spouses
All rustic types who use the Hammer & Sickle
Reticent, mean and constantly fickle ...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2016 3:15pm
20th Feb 2016 3:15pm
13 O'Clock
12:58am, 12:59am; 13.00am
Flickering red figures find me, to mock
Find me to remind me that it's 13 o'clock
There's no refuge in reverie in my limitless limbo
With a presence outside gazing in through a window
I suck in the air; my sweat soaks the bed
As moonbeams irradiate all that I dread
All gathered as one, as is the will of their kin
With their empty eye sockets and sallowy skin
My heartbeat's a slow beat; I'm as cold as the grave
I'm caught by the riptide, borne away on a wave
And if I could, I would, but I can't...
Flickering red figures find me, to mock
Find me to remind me that it's 13 o'clock
There's no refuge in reverie in my limitless limbo
With a presence outside gazing in through a window
I suck in the air; my sweat soaks the bed
As moonbeams irradiate all that I dread
All gathered as one, as is the will of their kin
With their empty eye sockets and sallowy skin
My heartbeat's a slow beat; I'm as cold as the grave
I'm caught by the riptide, borne away on a wave
And if I could, I would, but I can't...
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DARK POEM
Published
20th Feb 2016 12:56pm
20th Feb 2016 12:56pm
Old Demons
I really don't know, I don't know where to begin
But all those old demons who lurked...
Well, they still lurk within.
Some choose to creep, some choose to crawl
But do you know them, like I know them?
The ones that trick and the ones that trawl?
And who the hell are you anyway?
Sitting there staring at me...
With your silent opinions and with naught to say
Smiling that smile, showing those bloody fangs for teeth
You know them, don't you? Like I know them
Cos I've seen you before; but not holding a wreath
And with a wreath (it's not the...
But all those old demons who lurked...
Well, they still lurk within.
Some choose to creep, some choose to crawl
But do you know them, like I know them?
The ones that trick and the ones that trawl?
And who the hell are you anyway?
Sitting there staring at me...
With your silent opinions and with naught to say
Smiling that smile, showing those bloody fangs for teeth
You know them, don't you? Like I know them
Cos I've seen you before; but not holding a wreath
And with a wreath (it's not the...
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DARK POEM
Published
18th Feb 2016 10:47pm
18th Feb 2016 10:47pm
Shadow Walker
There's no monster there when the darkness billows
As you rest your head upon drool soaked pillows
And it's not a portentous doom laden warning
It's just the gathering pitch of a shadow forming
Though you might awaken with no cause for calmness
Fearing the baleful who are not close to harmless
You can kill the doubt and rest assured
If you're brave enough to pull the cord
It will feed on angst as it feeds on panic
Touting fear to the cerebral manic
If it's not a monster, it's of your essence
Shape shifting shadows to form a coalescence...
As you rest your head upon drool soaked pillows
And it's not a portentous doom laden warning
It's just the gathering pitch of a shadow forming
Though you might awaken with no cause for calmness
Fearing the baleful who are not close to harmless
You can kill the doubt and rest assured
If you're brave enough to pull the cord
It will feed on angst as it feeds on panic
Touting fear to the cerebral manic
If it's not a monster, it's of your essence
Shape shifting shadows to form a coalescence...
#shadows
#scary
#monsters #nightmares
#monsters #nightmares
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
17th Feb 2016 10:56pm
17th Feb 2016 10:56pm
The Unicorn
The Unicorn is abroad this night; tonight
In flight; in freefall; in dreams; always in dreams.
We can all dream the dream of the Unicorn
We can all chase the dragon
Chase the dragon's fire... to escape... for a moment
To somewhere better beyond the smoke and mirrors
Beyond the carnage of God-fearing illusions
And the empyrean fields of man-made delusions
The Unicorn is in the freefall of a fanciful flight
This night; tonight. In this reverie; always in dreams.
The innocent, benevolent, thundering charge of the Unicorn
Not borne on the dragon's...
In flight; in freefall; in dreams; always in dreams.
We can all dream the dream of the Unicorn
We can all chase the dragon
Chase the dragon's fire... to escape... for a moment
To somewhere better beyond the smoke and mirrors
Beyond the carnage of God-fearing illusions
And the empyrean fields of man-made delusions
The Unicorn is in the freefall of a fanciful flight
This night; tonight. In this reverie; always in dreams.
The innocent, benevolent, thundering charge of the Unicorn
Not borne on the dragon's...
#dreams
#dragons
#TruthOfLife
#humankind
#unicorns
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DARK POEM
Published
16th Feb 2016 5:46pm
16th Feb 2016 5:46pm
The Heavens
They preyed on the lambs and they granted no quarter
But now the wolves of the pack can only slaver for the slaughter
With crazed moonlit eyes they wander amongst the desolate barrows
With naught to stalk but a miasma of death enshrouded shadows
So they looked to The Heavens; the Moon and the stars
And they looked to the planets of Venus and Mars
How they howled and barked, till their breaths filled the air
But The Heavens are a legerdemain of ignorance and despair
They prayed for the lambs and sought solace from the warder
But The...
But now the wolves of the pack can only slaver for the slaughter
With crazed moonlit eyes they wander amongst the desolate barrows
With naught to stalk but a miasma of death enshrouded shadows
So they looked to The Heavens; the Moon and the stars
And they looked to the planets of Venus and Mars
How they howled and barked, till their breaths filled the air
But The Heavens are a legerdemain of ignorance and despair
They prayed for the lambs and sought solace from the warder
But The...
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