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Lament of the cowardI gave up on luck, it left too much to chance;
I gave up on dreams for I dreamed of romance.
I tossed aside worries, they annoyed me too much;
I tossed aside anger for I needed no such.
I left behind feelings, they brought needless pain;
I left behind beauty, I was no longer vain.
I abandoned my hope, it brought frail security;
I abandoned my light, now I dwell in obscurity.
I forsook even empathy for it made me seem weak,
I forsook my humanity for my future was bleak.

AcheA chink of gold held her tooth together. If she applied pressure she felt the sharp blades dig into her tender gums. If she probed it with her tongue, curious or absent minded it elicited the same bark of pain but she continued to do it nonetheless, convinced that the right amount of pressure could stop the pain.

The tooth fell out.

Kneel Before Your QueenCan you kneel before your Queen, a bloody red lie upon your lips?
Take her hand soft as cream, and kiss the ruby she stole?
Listen to the sigh's of her ladies, close your eyes to the sound of a turning lock.
Know that now is your last chance, your last hope for escape - once it's past, you'll be there forevermore.

So kneel at your Queen's feet with that burning dark lie sewn to your lips,
Kiss her rubied finger as she whispers her guilty rights in her own head.
May the ladies sigh's condemn you, may the click of the lock deafen you.
Know that you'll be here forevermore, your heart tick tick ticking away your time.

I AmI am the truth, covered in lies.
I am trust, in a world filled with deceit.
I am true love, in a world filled with lust.
I am the lost pet on an empty street.
I am the star,trying hard to shine and be seen in a night sky filled with city light.
I am a favorite song, but played so low its hard to hear.
I am the whisper, in a world of screams.
I am the lost being forced to lead.

Old SellswordThe rattling of his bones,
Enclosed in timeworn, calloused skin
Reminded him of past youth,
And his senseless exploits of sin.

Before he held a sword, and
The King’s emblem upon his breast
He was a poorly country boy,
Craving opulence to manifest.

Once held up high, now faceless,
Wandering aimlessly alone
Fighting an aging body,
He greets each movement with a groan.

He has become a sellsword,
Consumed by limitless treasures
Turning on several Kingdoms,
To simply engulf life’s pleasures.

Fleeting Kingdoms, far and wide,
Embracing others is no choice
Instead he passes by them,
Until hearing her velvet voice.

Sword-sh

*Skeleton Leaf*Skeletons in garden rubbish
Hard to believe they did flourish
Fallen leaves, surrounding trees
Gentle patterns blown in breeze.

Delicate vision of lacy leaf
Looked in amazment, disbelief
Beautiful, belonging to yesteryear
Nature at work, have no fear.

Time to lite, clear the ground
Smoke filled eyes as flames abound
Nature's magic has come full circle
'Till spring appears, thinking Myrtle.

2013 Delice1941
9th February2013

AttachedI grew roots for my heart
in every twisted chamber
Hitting the ground, deep down layers of earth
There, sleeps every vein I have

MetempsychosisLift your spirit to your lips
and kiss it.
That's how words are born.
They fly into this world
messy and covered in
the dust of forgotten wisdom.
They are yours.
They move with you,
so gladly step
in the syllables of
every thought you've owned.
Treat them well.
For when your voice
turns to rust,
and your bones clatter cold,
when your name is buried
with the last man you knew,
hanging in the wind
are your words.
In some old dog-eared book
are your words.
And when its pages stir
in younger hands,
they will
lift your spirit to their lips
and kiss it,
re-birthing you in
words their own.

*Fairytale*Took a magic carpet ride
Full of excitment we did glide
Over sea to far off land
Where wizard with wave of hand
Showed us worlds of fantasy
Adventure and of mystery.

Went sailing on 'Spanish Main'
Treasure chest so tightly chained
Jolly Roger hauled up high
Prow of ship with beak and eye
Captain with a wooden leg
Swigging brandy from a keg.

Sinbad the sailor next to meet
Very kindly he did greet
Glad to show us his domain
Here we go.... to sea again
Ocean heaving, lost sea legs
In borrowed clothes, sailor threads.

Flew eastward sadly Aladdin was out
Rubbed the lamp, with major doubt
Genie erupted with ferocious shout
Aladdin had serious ma

Winter Dance!Through my window pane
In ray of winter sunshine
Dust motes wildly dance.

2012 Delice1941
12th October2012

SleeplessSometimes, I'm more tired
than I know how to let on...

Midnight rolls around with
anxiousness in a bed too
small for two,
and whispers softly in my
ears,
"this is still no excuse."

MistressOh fair maiden, doth sent thee thine ember gold yonder
onwards through the brittle twilight,
as the morrow, struck forth from amaranth sunrise
shines down to the divine brethren, that is
His servant's cries coming near.
Bear thee, oh bear thee, with thine wondrous love for
A distant traveler thus held back
For his being was lost in the cataclysmic abyss
That bears out to the trembling sorrow
Oh fair maiden, doth sent thee thine ember gold yonder

Catharsis - an old woundThere are many things I want to tell you
But I don't know where to begin
Sometimes I feel the words burning
But I can't free them

We have a long history
And sometimes it hurts to go back
Because thinking of what was
And what could have been
And what is
I wonder where we'll end up
It's painful

You carved something inside me
A wound that never seems to heal
Just keeps scabbing over
and reopening

I wonder if you know
This wound is still in my heart

Each time you say
A senseless thing
It aches
Reminding me how you can hurt
Each time you smile
And the wound leaks
Each time I touch you
And I can feel the scab
Slowly peeling away

You are a

AfterIt follows me.
My silver skeined ghost.

An almost imperceptible thread;
only visible when you shine light
directly upon it.
It follows me.

It rides the underground.
It hides under bridges,
Under trains.
It is woven into the spools of tar
that form the roads between.

Inevitably if I walk too fast
it reminds me -
Like the tug of stitches in your cheek
that reminds you; you have lost your wisdom.
It reminds me.

It trips me in doorways,
when my mind is elsewhere.
If I look away from it -
- it slips round my neck.
Another knot to throw over the beams
it mauls me without a fair chance.

I tried to sever it. I can't.

From FreedomYou hide behind me,
The better to stab me in the back.
You invoke my name,
While it's me that you attack.

You scream I'm being stolen
To distract from your guilt.
You lock me in this cage of laws
That you so shrewdly built.

You send me over seas
To get me away from home.
You hoist me like a flag
As you fall like Rome.

I will still try to help you,
That's who I am.
I will always be here
Next to Uncle Sam.

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Into the Night‘Twould seem I took the stars with me to bed -
countless thoughts of you, twinkling in my head -

while lulled by the rhythm of thunder wings
and the promise of peace your presence brings

on gentle winds, whispering nature’s prose,
stirring the silence of the night’s repose.

Carry me swiftly to the world of dreams,
across the moon’s bridge of radiant beams,

together traversing into the deep
to rest with the stars in heavenly sleep.

Golden Commune

Roaming fields with breeze and sky;
   silence yields, still alone am I
with rocks, trees, and heightened sense -
   new beginnings with oldest friends -
simple thrills discovered in hills
   shared with blooming daffodils.

Tending the FireA fire needs stoking
by more than mere poking,
and a blowtorch is surely too much.

But should you tend the fire
with my one true desire -
with love, my heart may combust.

Haiku IVAwakened arrest -
our breathless adoration
when love is breathing.

On the Shores

Dear Child of Mine,

Carefree wisps of hair kiss your salted lips
With the taste of wonder and innocence
Playing on the shores of reminiscence

Red bucket in hand with treasures to find
And Grandmother there ever by your side
Inseparable friends on the shores of time

Where youthful magic appears without end
Memories shimmer upon summer sand
Alive on the shores of Cape May diamonds

Each holding a dream once carried to sea
Returning fulfilled and so you believe
Finding faith on the shores of mystery

I see you there now as my soul takes flight
Dancing in ripples like shadows of light
With the ebb and flow on the shores of life

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My Sole Condition

by ~tickersymbol, Feb 4, 2013, 10:42:01 AM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

To what conditions must I comply
when prompted to write
of what dwells inside?

'Tis always my voice I aim to speak
with pen in hand, bleeding ink,
as does my heart, spilling words
upon a page, perhaps unheard
save by me, myself, and I -
imagination amplified!

Eclectic fragments in the mind -
to each his own for these are mine;
thereby forming how they will
in fluid flight with feathered quill,
as freedom flows with expression
of fantasy or pure confession.

Symbolic makings of the soul
take shape as musical rhymes unfold.
Whilst not perfected or contrived,
'tis how this poem became alive;
for thus am I, in each rendition,
still my own poetic condition.

Though others may fuel
a new thought or two,
to who I am, I shall remain true!

My Sole Conditionby ~tickersymbol

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

Written for Poetical Condition's bi-monthly prompt - one's own interpretation of poetical condition. I approached this prompt wondering what "conditions" (if any) deem a piece of writing to be good poetry. Is there a set of prescribed rules or certain expectations to which I must adhere? The only thing that rang absolutely true to me was remaining true to my own voice. Though this poem has already gone through several renditions, my voice was clear in each one and remains so still.

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!ThatFunnierPiece Feb 22, 2013

This is just the style I want to achieve. Personal and yet so natural in what it says. And though I don't feel everything, I relate to some, and dare call it a crystal clear peek into a soul. It's very impressive.