PoetWarrior
Poem Published
Today 7:07pm
Today 7:07pm
koi pond. (a Tanka)
so many koi fish
swimming so intimately
like skeins of gold silk
beneath chinoiserie skies
all my words stick in her hair
Ҩ
tedefrobertsİ2022
swimming so intimately
like skeins of gold silk
beneath chinoiserie skies
all my words stick in her hair
Ҩ
tedefrobertsİ2022
#sky
#night
#water
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Today 1:04pm
Today 1:04pm
Aftermath
Centered between bookend twilight
Midnight reveals nature's grace
From all too far...to nearer sight
Throughout inner and outer space,
Sometimes cloaked by clouds and rain
As if to soften all the more
Sensations that torment the brain
Compiled on the day before.
Therein quiescence dominates
To give a glimpse of thermal death
As introspection investigates
The purpose of each mortal breath.
Then once again an herald shows
Hints of other massy forces
Like the portentous cock that crows
Towards high sovereign solar sources...
Midnight reveals nature's grace
From all too far...to nearer sight
Throughout inner and outer space,
Sometimes cloaked by clouds and rain
As if to soften all the more
Sensations that torment the brain
Compiled on the day before.
Therein quiescence dominates
To give a glimpse of thermal death
As introspection investigates
The purpose of each mortal breath.
Then once again an herald shows
Hints of other massy forces
Like the portentous cock that crows
Towards high sovereign solar sources...
#night
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
Yesterday 9:19am
Yesterday 9:19am
Matins
How do you fare, old bosom soul,
Now that you have outworn hate
And sex and drugs and rock and roll
Are not the end all be all fate?
Now you marvel at winter air
Which tortures all the leafless twigs
In the February nightmare
Of streetlight shadow midnight sprigs.
You sigh with the wee hour sky
And admire the housecat's prowl
Or with an almanac comply,
If the weather is not foul,
To spy a distant orb or two
And mark it's progress in the night
Where gravity is not a glue
Preventing gods from taking flight...
Now that you have outworn hate
And sex and drugs and rock and roll
Are not the end all be all fate?
Now you marvel at winter air
Which tortures all the leafless twigs
In the February nightmare
Of streetlight shadow midnight sprigs.
You sigh with the wee hour sky
And admire the housecat's prowl
Or with an almanac comply,
If the weather is not foul,
To spy a distant orb or two
And mark it's progress in the night
Where gravity is not a glue
Preventing gods from taking flight...
#winter
#night
#LifeAsAWriter
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monkeyman
Poem Published
Yesterday 8:36am
Yesterday 8:36am
Until The Day Comes
Here amid the remnants
of some fools failed final stand
amongst the debris of regret
shattered, scattered, flattened
half buried in the sand
between the columns of decay
where ageing winds dare not forget
beneath the shadow of redemption
as the sun has all but set
Leave a candle burning
a beacon in the coming darkness
a heart to guide cold hands
until the night at last starts turning
and sunlight breaks this barren, bleak waist-land
of some fools failed final stand
amongst the debris of regret
shattered, scattered, flattened
half buried in the sand
between the columns of decay
where ageing winds dare not forget
beneath the shadow of redemption
as the sun has all but set
Leave a candle burning
a beacon in the coming darkness
a heart to guide cold hands
until the night at last starts turning
and sunlight breaks this barren, bleak waist-land
#night
#dawn
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
7th Aug 2022 00:59am
7th Aug 2022 00:59am
Gubernatrix Noctilucous
There she is, seducing the trees,
Stirring the sap with her smirks of gold
Through susceptible limbs, still cold,
From winter's catastrophic breeze;
Somewhat less relentless lately
By...handmaiden ephemerides
And all her orbital expertise
Where sultriness seems so stately.
She's the madness Moon of middle March;
The mistress of approaching ides
And the terminator's crescent parch
Illuminating Neptune's tides
As the amber key in heaven's arch
Whereby the Queen of night presides!
Stirring the sap with her smirks of gold
Through susceptible limbs, still cold,
From winter's catastrophic breeze;
Somewhat less relentless lately
By...handmaiden ephemerides
And all her orbital expertise
Where sultriness seems so stately.
She's the madness Moon of middle March;
The mistress of approaching ides
And the terminator's crescent parch
Illuminating Neptune's tides
As the amber key in heaven's arch
Whereby the Queen of night presides!
#moon
#night
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
6th Aug 2022 7:49am
Moonrise
Twas the richest gold I'd ever seen
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
Rising on the first full night of spring
And it gave the clouds an extra sheen
That only a lunar queen might swing
Through her stream of houri veils
In all tack of ocherous flow
Shaming the glow worms in their swales
Who envy her regal tableau
Of redirected solar beams,
Which stoke the stoves of desire,
As elemental to our dreams
...As any atomic fire
Exalting, no where near as soon,
As the waning of the full Worm Moon!
#moon
#clouds
#night
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
5th Aug 2022 11:39pm
5th Aug 2022 11:39pm
Inveigled!
She rose in chubby Quadrature
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
To prove she had the finest gold
And that her pocks were not too old
To be considered haute couture.
But then an icy cloud flew past
To briefly shade her royal face
Hoping, perhaps, to save a trace
Of mankind from her moonbeam blast!
But clouds take on a losing task
And though they try with all their might
To shade us with their misty masque
From all those beams in constant flight,
We will...inevitably bask
In the glory of her lunar light!
#moon
#sky
#clouds
#spring
#night
29 reads
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
4th Aug 2022 2:29am
4th Aug 2022 2:29am
Lunatic
She sports her fat gibbous tonight
Like Cleopatra reclining
For idle suitor declining
Knowing well the dreams she'll ignite
With her curves so boldly exposed
As all her jamboree moonbeams
Burst like bosoms through corset seams
Or other garments so composed
To see manly reason undone
Or somehow likewise hypnotize
With heaven's beauty set to stun
Whenever she is on the rise.
Unlike that mean old blowhard sun
She's much easier on the eyes!
Like Cleopatra reclining
For idle suitor declining
Knowing well the dreams she'll ignite
With her curves so boldly exposed
As all her jamboree moonbeams
Burst like bosoms through corset seams
Or other garments so composed
To see manly reason undone
Or somehow likewise hypnotize
With heaven's beauty set to stun
Whenever she is on the rise.
Unlike that mean old blowhard sun
She's much easier on the eyes!
#moon
#night
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 2:40pm
3rd Aug 2022 2:40pm
Still (Collaboration with PAR)
What are you waiting for
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I...
at that measured distance,
submerged in silence?
Perhaps you are hoping
that time will turn backwards;
that history will rewrite itself.
Or do you await a rescuer
to take you away from here?
On the streets,
last night's fog
remains.
The meagre glow
of the waning,
infinite sequence
of footprints
that we left
is just discernible.
My eyes linger once more
upon your distant silhouette.
I glance behind me one last time
before I...
#sadness
#rejection
#relationships
#night
#collaboration
57 reads
6 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
3rd Aug 2022 10:25am
3rd Aug 2022 10:25am
Poetry;
Though just a dream in midnight's cage
It leaves things just a bit less blank
When it becomes the verse I thank
For filling up this too blank page
Turning nothing into something
Like providential finger snaps
That free creation from those traps
Somehow involving quantum string!
And so I say eureka now,
When strings of thought begin to clog
And churn behind my craggy brow
Like nebulae in London fog
Which Urania would disavow
If I was not her underdog!
It leaves things just a bit less blank
When it becomes the verse I thank
For filling up this too blank page
Turning nothing into something
Like providential finger snaps
That free creation from those traps
Somehow involving quantum string!
And so I say eureka now,
When strings of thought begin to clog
And churn behind my craggy brow
Like nebulae in London fog
Which Urania would disavow
If I was not her underdog!
#night
#sonnet
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Wafflenose
Ellie
Ellie
Poem Published
1st Aug 2022 10:28pm
1st Aug 2022 10:28pm
Hope
After the darkest night, daybreak.
After the fiercest storm, calm.
After the toughest battle, peace.
Hope. Espoir. Speranza.
Always. Toujours. Sempre.
After the fiercest storm, calm.
After the toughest battle, peace.
Hope. Espoir. Speranza.
Always. Toujours. Sempre.
#hope
#LifeStruggles
#storm
#night
#peace
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Sandals
Poem Published
28th Jul 2022 8:16am
28th Jul 2022 8:16am
Still I'm Happy.......Within
I did not play pro ball
Of any type but it's okay
I'm now 41 but still great
I do be at my skill of potray
Potray that u are this character
Within this story u tell
Be put other names upon
The characters to fiction it ah well
My dream of being a father
With a luving wife and children
Did not surface as expected
Because I myself chose to be rejected
The rejected life is only better
To the religious who lives fresh air
And I living fresh air u do enjoy it
With the same as the air breathe u share
...
Of any type but it's okay
I'm now 41 but still great
I do be at my skill of potray
Potray that u are this character
Within this story u tell
Be put other names upon
The characters to fiction it ah well
My dream of being a father
With a luving wife and children
Did not surface as expected
Because I myself chose to be rejected
The rejected life is only better
To the religious who lives fresh air
And I living fresh air u do enjoy it
With the same as the air breathe u share
...
#identity
#night
#UnrequitedLove
#SelfReflection
#ForbiddenLove
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