Submissions by sgm02
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
SELF POEM
Published
3rd Apr 2011 10:59am
3rd Apr 2011 10:59am
One
I will remember the island that time forgot.
There the kingfisher dives with a joyous mad call,
Its call to me like Salt upon my skin,
And to my feet, cool water.
There the kingfisher is not afraid of Man
And men still have faith in one another.
We two sat beside one another
Looking out over hills forgotten
On the innocent lands that never hurt a man.
There we felt the wild call,
Endless as the deep water,
Begging us to shed our hardened skins.
I feel you still, pressed warm against my skin,
Holding close to one another
Though...
There the kingfisher dives with a joyous mad call,
Its call to me like Salt upon my skin,
And to my feet, cool water.
There the kingfisher is not afraid of Man
And men still have faith in one another.
We two sat beside one another
Looking out over hills forgotten
On the innocent lands that never hurt a man.
There we felt the wild call,
Endless as the deep water,
Begging us to shed our hardened skins.
I feel you still, pressed warm against my skin,
Holding close to one another
Though...
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SELF POEM
Published
25th Jun 2010 6:52am
25th Jun 2010 6:52am
Ex Nihilo Nihil Fit
Have you ever felt some thing was there?
A thing invisible - a breath - a thought?
So close that you could feel it through the air?
So close, you knew at once that you were caught,
Stripped of your urgent business, just to stare
Into the mist, not knowing what you sought...
You’ve probably forgotten how aware
You were that moment, briefly to recall
How, when you were a boy, you used to hear
A message in the stillness of the small –
Each morning, as the sun rose, you would rise,
And kneel upon the weathered wooden floor,
And wait – and...
A thing invisible - a breath - a thought?
So close that you could feel it through the air?
So close, you knew at once that you were caught,
Stripped of your urgent business, just to stare
Into the mist, not knowing what you sought...
You’ve probably forgotten how aware
You were that moment, briefly to recall
How, when you were a boy, you used to hear
A message in the stillness of the small –
Each morning, as the sun rose, you would rise,
And kneel upon the weathered wooden floor,
And wait – and...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th Apr 2010 6:30am
28th Apr 2010 6:30am
Fire
The silent eyes of deep and peerless Fire
Inspire such smoke, a close-drawn cloak, a mane
That rivals e’en the Lion’s pride and pain,
For solitary tower is ever higher.
Soft, warmth; let not these coals descry desire.
The ancient halls of Thought call to the ray
Of coruscating fresh-forg’d cold new Day;
Why then, do they cry of hidden pyre?
In sleep-wrought thought, a dust-lit tow’ring flame
Conspires to wrest the Day-light from the eye,
From those who seek the ever-lasting Name,
From we the weak, who know not truth nor lie.
Thus says the...
Inspire such smoke, a close-drawn cloak, a mane
That rivals e’en the Lion’s pride and pain,
For solitary tower is ever higher.
Soft, warmth; let not these coals descry desire.
The ancient halls of Thought call to the ray
Of coruscating fresh-forg’d cold new Day;
Why then, do they cry of hidden pyre?
In sleep-wrought thought, a dust-lit tow’ring flame
Conspires to wrest the Day-light from the eye,
From those who seek the ever-lasting Name,
From we the weak, who know not truth nor lie.
Thus says the...
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SELF POEM
Published
26th Apr 2010 9:24am
26th Apr 2010 9:24am
Illusions of the Early Morning
Like the tree-branch slowly dying,
bent and strained beyond repair,
Merely counting out the hours
till its twisted frame must tear,
Like a pawn of grappling powers,
sacrificed when checkmate’s near,
So the child in darkness lying
feels his weakness,feels his fear.
How the unshed tears are stinging,
how the words unspoken bleed!
None may hear the breathless moan
of silent and forsaken need...
Then the icy river shatters
as the winter slips away.
Frost-fall’s beauty turns to trickle,
whiteness stained by harsh new day....
bent and strained beyond repair,
Merely counting out the hours
till its twisted frame must tear,
Like a pawn of grappling powers,
sacrificed when checkmate’s near,
So the child in darkness lying
feels his weakness,feels his fear.
How the unshed tears are stinging,
how the words unspoken bleed!
None may hear the breathless moan
of silent and forsaken need...
Then the icy river shatters
as the winter slips away.
Frost-fall’s beauty turns to trickle,
whiteness stained by harsh new day....
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th Apr 2010 2:41pm
24th Apr 2010 2:41pm
Starless Night
Starless night.
Cold grey breaths of cloud conquer the sky.
Everabove, the endless shapes emerge,
and struggle,
and fight with their brothers,
till one is victorious,
then he fades.
Fades indeed, for they are luminous,
aglow of themselves and only of themselves,
for who said the oceans’ roaring, moaning offspring,
filling the heavens,
was dark?
No, they shine with a shadow-wrought light,
calling back to their ancient father,
the ocean mighty – loved and feared by man –
freedom and power incarnate –
...
Cold grey breaths of cloud conquer the sky.
Everabove, the endless shapes emerge,
and struggle,
and fight with their brothers,
till one is victorious,
then he fades.
Fades indeed, for they are luminous,
aglow of themselves and only of themselves,
for who said the oceans’ roaring, moaning offspring,
filling the heavens,
was dark?
No, they shine with a shadow-wrought light,
calling back to their ancient father,
the ocean mighty – loved and feared by man –
freedom and power incarnate –
...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2010 9:55am
23rd Apr 2010 9:55am
Threnody
The water’s rising, waiting at the door.
The lamps are flaring. Shadow floods the floor.
Above, aloft, the last defence is tearing,
Harrowed voices soon to cry no more.
Alone, alow, the captain knows his hour,
Head-down, feels the wordless shame of fearing.
At his command no other man may cower,
Yet he remains all thrall to his despairing.
Whose grip made Faith and Reason to depart?
In whose name does he mark a borrowed time?
It is his ship, the one hand ‘round his heart.
The aged clock-hand sounds its sorrowed chime.
O feet, unmasked as clay,...
The lamps are flaring. Shadow floods the floor.
Above, aloft, the last defence is tearing,
Harrowed voices soon to cry no more.
Alone, alow, the captain knows his hour,
Head-down, feels the wordless shame of fearing.
At his command no other man may cower,
Yet he remains all thrall to his despairing.
Whose grip made Faith and Reason to depart?
In whose name does he mark a borrowed time?
It is his ship, the one hand ‘round his heart.
The aged clock-hand sounds its sorrowed chime.
O feet, unmasked as clay,...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2010 9:52am
23rd Apr 2010 9:52am
Passion's Fruit
Tisnight.The islands of the ice-gripped South
Lie still alone. Above them moans the wind
Which, borne from distant tropic river-mouth,
Now shivers-south, far from its home, bare-skinned.
Adrift within the shifting cinder sea
A single passionfruit, by gulls espied,
Is dashed upon the islands’ foam-crowned crags –
But hark – the birds dismay – nothing’s inside!
Do not the heav’ns give birth to Earth’s grey tide?
And is it not the Dance that shapes the Dancer?
Then what’s a fruit that does not bear a seed?
The cormorant cries “Why?” from nameless need:...
Lie still alone. Above them moans the wind
Which, borne from distant tropic river-mouth,
Now shivers-south, far from its home, bare-skinned.
Adrift within the shifting cinder sea
A single passionfruit, by gulls espied,
Is dashed upon the islands’ foam-crowned crags –
But hark – the birds dismay – nothing’s inside!
Do not the heav’ns give birth to Earth’s grey tide?
And is it not the Dance that shapes the Dancer?
Then what’s a fruit that does not bear a seed?
The cormorant cries “Why?” from nameless need:...
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