Coronal flames around her lunar eye
belie the awesome symmetry they share
four hundred-fold, the moon lies slight and nigh.
Hot breath upon her back, the moon slips sly
lurking unseen within the lion’s lair-
a mane of flame held docile in her eye.
His savage roar, his massive jaws reply
in vain. With fluid strength the ashen mare,
her power/mass unbalanced slight and nigh
becalms the mighty beast with winsome sigh.
She climbs, she climbs with crescent hoof. Beware
the thorny crown of light about her eye.
And we who watch their gambol in the sky
perceive their dance as earthly views compare
regardless that the moon lies slight and nigh.
As darkness floods, who cares if roll of die
or cosmic hand did place my lady there
and now, to perfect see her haloed eye
four hundred-fold, where she lies slight and nigh.
There shouldn’t have even been a question
that every man deserves equality
but you weren’t dealing with rational men.
No man should be sold to a plantation
herded and shackled into slavery
there shouldn’t have even been a question.
But even after emancipation
so called free men were still not free
for you weren’t dealing with rational men.
You demanded equal rights and action
to put an end to racial bigotry.
There shouldn’t have even been a question
except there still remained segregation
and justice swung from the branch of a tree
for you weren’t dealing with rational men.
So I don’t get why there’s still division.
What reasonable man can disagree?
There should not even be a question
but we aren’t dealing with rational men.
I wrote this somewhere around Martin Luthor King's birthday a couple years back.
Crush me, sooth me with your rippling caress
launching tingling waves toward my distant shores
engulf me in emotional egress.
Your swirling arms cross over me to bless
our baptised union with true loves liqour
crush me, sooth me with your rippling caress
But when sober truths wring my hands restless
you flee through my fingers grasping for more
engulf me in emotional egress
My sword slices but rusts away pointless
as with dripping wands and coins you ignorec
rush me sooth me with your rippling caress
I kneel before you, fill high my chalice
that I may drink of your hearts elixer
engulf me in emotional egress.
Rain down compassion, wash away malice
together we’ll sigh a cascading roar
crush me, sooth me with your rippling caress
engulf me in emotional egress.
This poem was the second in a trio of poems where I wrote about women using extended metaphor based on different forms of water. There are also decasyllabic sonnets using water vapor and ice that I may post one day. I was also apparently doing Sonata Arcana research when I wrote this. I invoke the elements far better now I asure you.
Promethean pyres continue to burn
searing permenant pathways in my brain
teach me how to think, tell me what to learn
Teach me what I’m unable to discern
from observations my senses obtain
as Promethean pyres continuie to burn
From within the depths of my soul I yearn
to purge those shadows I cannot explain
teach me how to think, tell me what to learn
Replace my innocence with apt concern
of wether or not its going to rain
as Promethean pyres continue to burn
Define my worth by the money I earn
while my youthful vigor begins to drain
teach me what to think, tell me what to learn
Harden my face to a cynically stern
mask that treats faith and wonder with disdain
as Pormethean pyres continue to burn
teach me how to think, tell me what to learn
My first Villanelle...awww.
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