Promise

I did not intend to publish this originally. It’s a bit feeble. But I was half sleep when I cooked this one up. Here goes:
 
Promise
Hear with ears well tuned
With familiarity and care,
That which I do not say.
Read in my words and find,
Where unmentioned and rare
Hid from yon eyes lie lay.
Not reluctance, O Heart,
But lack of [...]

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Flower

Flower

The gentle swing of outspread wings,
The subtle tilt of head.
The beauty of the strangely weak,
The blemished white on red.
We sit together, they and I.
And often… often do we try-
to catalogue Beauty,
to contain her.
Search and science, we try to use,
to see if she can’t be MADE.
We flick an extra brush to see,
If the Piece is prettier [...]

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And then I must ride away

I have.
 
And then I must ride away

An elven star shines upon a path glorious green,
A path of sweet ‘have-been’s,
Marked with twin hooves of happiness.
The One can see the thirsty sands ahead,
The lonely mounds of gold.
The proud Oasis is Grave enough for his Heart…
But not him.
His is the way to tread ahead.
And never come back.

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A couple of four liners

Wrote them both for a friend to read out to a friend of his. Had someone in mind. The first was deemed too technical. The second not. Tell me which one you like better:
‘A hint of smile, a flash of mirth,
Soft lips of guile, firm gait on earth,
The breeze of time, and distance-blue,
Blind me not [...]

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Broken Shards Of a Brittle Smile

It just is. Don’t think this one needs a foreword.
 
Broken Shards of a Brittle Smile
When,
They piled on me,
They tied me up;
Just hardened me- the pain.
Their Jacks and Jaws,
Those hands and claws
Told me to break- in vain.
When,
They stabbed at me,
I laughed aloud.
And pushed my way well past.
On broken glass,
On broken dreams,
I tread as sure- as fast.
And [...]

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Discontent

A Spencerian stanza. Really. Touch it! I know! I KNOW! It’s more form than poetry, but I refuse to be less proud of it. Have a pop. If you wanna know just how much time it took me to cook this up, try one yourself. Mr. Byron may have played with it, but it’s no [...]

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Reflective

This one has the rhyme but not the meter of a Spencerian stanza. Tell me if you like it
Reflective
In the spenthshift hours of day,
Or of night, ‘neath taper light,
In the pensive mood that lay,
Heavy on those brows that might,
Sink to depths of infinite;
This heart such devious paths do take,
Of memories bright in dim twilight,
Of lights [...]

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Completion

The high water mark of my life. A point of time when I thought I had something very valuable. Little knowing that the illusion would not last.
Completion
Somewhere down the crowded street-
Trudging in ways half-known;
I looked up from my weary feet
And found me all alone.
Oh! There were men enough to man,
Each spare inch of land;
Against my [...]

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Disillusion

One of my most recent pieces. The meter is broken up in the beginning and end. As you will probably notice.
Well, take a look.
 
Disillusion
The pane of glass,
Of coloured glass,
Through which mine eyes have told-
The world in bright and bold:
“Unfold!
Behold!”
Lies broken now.
There is no more,
The pane of glass, Alas!
No more colour, as of old.
The [...]

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Expression

This a poem I wrote somewhere round 08/2007. It’s a little obscure and I don’t know how much of what I wished to express has come through. It’s about suffocation. About a person who cannot express himself. Because of the rigid perception of what society and peerage thinks are Right and Proper.
 
Expression
Layer upon layer, paper, [...]

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