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cabcool
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
2024 November Poems >> the dreams of lady marguerite
No. 04
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
#art
#culture
#historical
#nature
#tradition
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1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
2024 November Poems >> the dreams of lady marguerite
No. 04
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
#art
#culture
#historical
#nature
#tradition
118 reads
1 Comment
cabcool
Poem Published
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
14th Nov 2024 4:33am
2024 November Poems >> the dreams of lady marguerite
No. 04
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
the dreams of lady marguerite
Tribute to Marguerite Curtin
Jamaican Historian, Publisher, and Friend
“If you don’t know history, then you don’t know anything. You are a leaf
that doesn’t know it is part of a tree.”—Michael Crichton
the love of trees, sophisticated hills,
soft-rippling streams, and fragrant daffodils
(among the thrills she calls her favourite)
ignites the dreams of lady marguerite.
echoes of windy nights under the moon,
shadows that lose their length at blistering noon,
children whose...
#art
#culture
#historical
#nature
#tradition
118 reads
1 Comment
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 10:46am
28th Apr 2019 10:46am
Digitality
As forgotten land to rise in minds willing of false wisdom
Desert sorcery blows updraft within middle-age kingdom
John Dee's medium scrying dark vision of an age to come
This next race of Torah golem made from the nether one,
So usurped law brought energy from matter prime power
Raising a god of reason upon a pedestal as our ego tower
Into five centuries this global cabal to link all task at hand
The dark arrangement of demonic force across our lands,
First piece solved being atomic trinity fire into 2nd war sky
Such a child of this...
Desert sorcery blows updraft within middle-age kingdom
John Dee's medium scrying dark vision of an age to come
This next race of Torah golem made from the nether one,
So usurped law brought energy from matter prime power
Raising a god of reason upon a pedestal as our ego tower
Into five centuries this global cabal to link all task at hand
The dark arrangement of demonic force across our lands,
First piece solved being atomic trinity fire into 2nd war sky
Such a child of this...
#shadows
#historical
#quatrain
713 reads
12 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 10:46am
28th Apr 2019 10:46am
Digitality
As forgotten land to rise in minds willing of false wisdom
Desert sorcery blows updraft within middle-age kingdom
John Dee's medium scrying dark vision of an age to come
This next race of Torah golem made from the nether one,
So usurped law brought energy from matter prime power
Raising a god of reason upon a pedestal as our ego tower
Into five centuries this global cabal to link all task at hand
The dark arrangement of demonic force across our lands,
First piece solved being atomic trinity fire into 2nd war sky
Such a child of this...
Desert sorcery blows updraft within middle-age kingdom
John Dee's medium scrying dark vision of an age to come
This next race of Torah golem made from the nether one,
So usurped law brought energy from matter prime power
Raising a god of reason upon a pedestal as our ego tower
Into five centuries this global cabal to link all task at hand
The dark arrangement of demonic force across our lands,
First piece solved being atomic trinity fire into 2nd war sky
Such a child of this...
#shadows
#historical
#quatrain
713 reads
12 Comments
runaway-mindtrain
Poem Published
28th Apr 2019 10:46am
28th Apr 2019 10:46am
Digitality
As forgotten land to rise in minds willing of false wisdom
Desert sorcery blows updraft within middle-age kingdom
John Dee's medium scrying dark vision of an age to come
This next race of Torah golem made from the nether one,
So usurped law brought energy from matter prime power
Raising a god of reason upon a pedestal as our ego tower
Into five centuries this global cabal to link all task at hand
The dark arrangement of demonic force across our lands,
First piece solved being atomic trinity fire into 2nd war sky
Such a child of this...
Desert sorcery blows updraft within middle-age kingdom
John Dee's medium scrying dark vision of an age to come
This next race of Torah golem made from the nether one,
So usurped law brought energy from matter prime power
Raising a god of reason upon a pedestal as our ego tower
Into five centuries this global cabal to link all task at hand
The dark arrangement of demonic force across our lands,
First piece solved being atomic trinity fire into 2nd war sky
Such a child of this...
#shadows
#historical
#quatrain
713 reads
12 Comments
drone
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
Voices From
Sometimes
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#historical #philosophical
#historical #philosophical
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drone
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
Voices From
Sometimes
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#historical #philosophical
#historical #philosophical
172 reads
0 Comments
drone
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
Voices From
Sometimes
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#historical #philosophical
#historical #philosophical
172 reads
0 Comments
drone
Poem Published
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
5th Dec 2023 12:27pm
Voices From
Sometimes
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
I awake
In the middle
of a harsh cold night
Full moon shining
A strange shade of day
The misty wind
ghosting
From the silver sea
I hear
Screams
Screaming why
We are destroying
All
That We Have Gained
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#historical #philosophical
#historical #philosophical
172 reads
0 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:02am
17th May 2020 4:02am
Manor On A Hill
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.’
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
#home
#historical
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
650 reads
6 Comments
PoetsRevenge
Poem Published
17th May 2020 4:02am
17th May 2020 4:02am
Manor On A Hill
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.’
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
‘In my ending is my beginning.’
-T. S. Elliot
In creaks of shadows,
your windswept promontory
behind twigs of Forsythia,
bent Lilac branches,
your dusty red and green
antiqued form emerges as I look up.
As I walk along your cliffs,
trodding sparse grass
growing on steep mounds
too treacherous to climb,
I look up to view your hulking angularity,
your grey windows shrouded in dust.
At the base of your cliffs the...
#home
#historical
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
#TSEliot #NaPoWriMo2020
650 reads
6 Comments
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