Monday, October 26, 2009
The Candle
You're pictured with a most perfect Life;
A cozy town and a flawlessly beautiful wife;
Children handsome, winsome and fair
A house embraced with a perfect cultural flair.
But
Near the misty path, you saw where stood
Wrapped and cloaked within the heather'd wood
She watched you grasp and reach for light;
An empty hand; a visionless sight.
Then
From her pocket she did quietly withdraw
A taper of lavender, made of the dreams she saw.
The wick was immaculate, it ne'er been lit;
But now a golden flame she held out toward it.
As
You searched,and crashed in your own darkened night,
Then she held aloft the candle of her radiant delight
In the Flame she saw your heart, e'er crystal clear;
She knew there was ne'er a doubt, the candle had brough you near.
While
Tumbling and Stumbling over holes of gaping change
While colors of autumn mapled leaves do rearrange
The greens of idyllic, and ever hope-filled youth
Her candle does burn for you, e'er as Fortune's "truth".
So
That flame does now flicker about her green eyes
While she never would attempt to alter or somehow disguise
Her dreams of your leaves that will bloom anew;
Holding the candle with hope for the love of you.
A chance encounter, there in that glade
While the candle doth burn and hopes are made
For two strangers passing upon the indigo sea;
Tumbling e'er toward their appointed time to be.
No arctic blast will extinguish this flame;
No earthly pall; nor torrential cold rain;
Tis ever to burn, eternally silver white;
This candle she holds through day and night.
Copyright Dancer, Inc.1997
CH A O S
Thunder rumbles from
Large empty maws;
Disturbing the flows
Of the Natural Laws.
Opening so wide and
Spewing forth such a din,
Nothing but venom;
The Hate that's within.
Lightening Pulses;
Sparks surely fly.
Disruptions of the night
A vengeful reply.
Thunderheads Billow while
Cirrus clouds flee.
A once Noble Oak
Is now bent to her Knee.
Polarized Particles
Try to retrieve,
The balance of Nature.
Solitude to achieve
Calm breezes blow;
Yet just before Dawn,
Thunder claps Roar!
The quiet is gone.
No silence shall come
To that tiny space;
Rent beyond healing,
A hole left in space
Copyright Dancers, Inc. 1997
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Carnival
~H~
A festival of a shared time and place....
Visions of our dreams in space......
The Carnival
Cotton Candied swirling scenes;
Delightfully scented ways
Bringing stardusted tinged moonbeams
And Brightly color filled days.
Ferris wheels that whir about
Above the midway's light;
Flashy barkers all shout out,
"Come See the Strangest Sight!"
Taffy pulling; Hula Hoops
That spin and create a stir.
High and soaring "Loop the Loops"
Sights seen most everywhere.
Magic Mirrors bend and twist
And cause one's nose to bump.
A ball tossed with agile wrist
Knocks cans from ‘pon a stump.
Waxen figures leer and lean
From behind a velvet chain.
Roller coasters make you scream
But all in "terrors" vein.
Children's glee-filled giddy chatter
Is heard throughout the fair.
Parents rush to seek the matter
Stuck in juniors angel hair.
Clowns ‘pon stardust noses red
And make-up white as Ice.
Wigs of orange upon their head
A smile makes all feel nice.
"Step Right-up! Don't Be shy!"
Is sang upon the show.
"You'll not believe your eye.
The Beard this lass did grow"
"Win your love a Teddy Bear
For cuddling while away."
Wrap the lavender in her hair...
And Hand-in-hand you'll play!
Neon lights and signs do Flash
And merriment and mirth do make
Colors of all hues, smiles splash
‘Pon The Carnival all Partake.
Copyright Dancers, Inc. 1997
Soria Moria
~~~~Soria Moria~~~~
What beacon lights ones starry eyes
And brings a glittering forth?
A Viking whose strength oft belies
His hidden softness from the North.
He shined his ray 'pon orbs of green
That'd ne'er seen his ilk;
Awestruck and quiet by what she'd seen,
Silver Steel as smooth as silk.
The sparkle to which to her he brings
Comes from the depths of old.
The melody he sweetly sings,
Becomes a harmony once foretold.
About a Knight and maiden fair
And a castle of starry light;
The knight would come and seek her there
Pon one waning Winters iced night.
And there a chance occurance struck
A chord no history had seen.
they both knew they had been hit by luck
The Viking and the girl eye'd green.
What blade of light does cut the dark
and in the abyss glow brightly?
The one the Viking drew with remark
"My Siv I'll love you rightly"...
And with that swing of powerful arms
The glowing light did radiate
Through his love and wondrous charms
She'd nothing more to contemplate.
"A coin I tossed into a well
And there did hope and pray..
The coin did tumble; in love it fell
As the Viking passed this fated way."
"What makes my heart to shine and sing?
What brings me joy untold?
A viking and his noble Ring
A courier of times of Old"
"What brings my life the very light?
What Happiness in song fortold?
The Norseman in my every night
The Viking pon sails of gold."
"Thor your hammer beats my heart
In that tempo does it keep;
From this moment..nay from the start
In love and light so deep."
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Ignorance
Unfinished----In Progress
What wisdom comes from deafened ears
Blinded eyes and hands bound.
Muted voice and blunted scent
Hope flows with ignorant tears.
In that darkness IT quietly resides;
tendrils choking Hopes' genesis.
Smothering smoldering
the flicker of knowledge hides.
Seeking light but eyeless still;
Something struggles to be seen.
Vapors drift on empty shores
Shuddering, a passive chill.
Through the stagnant endless night,
No fragrance did pierce the mind.
Shrouded, clouded not a whisp
Hinting of impending plight
copyright ~Star Dancer 2009
Monday, July 6, 2009
The Wishing Well
"Abstinence", tis that what you said?
Perhaps I should write you a poem instead
Of Penning a letter. Perhaps a story to tell.
One that would speak of a lass by the well.
She threw into the dark, indentation
A wish, and a coin and incantation.
The lass was not young, but age'd with time.
Not as smooth was she as once in her prime.
And pon that coin she released to that well
Few words she uttered , as the silver, it fell.
Afar in the field a man spied our lass
While musing with thought, he sat 'pon the grass.
No word did he speak, but oh..watch her he did.
When she walked to the well, and lifted the lid.
In her hand, no longer soft with youths pliant charm,
She held the small coin, and slowly extended her arm;
Her emerald eyes shone from a flame far away,
Hardly could he hear the words she did say...
She stood very still, holding her token;
Quietly she murmured; the silence unbroken;
Yet the man turned his head, and thought he did hear
Of her wishes for something she held so dear.
He quietly crept closer to the vision so soft;
While the maiden it seems, held the coin from aloft.
Her eyes soft and glowing , her dream did insist;
She unfettered the silver from her tightly held fist.
"Wishes are soft, and hopes they are strong,
I wish 'pon this coin, that I hear my love's song.
Wishes shall be held, those so old and some new;
I hope 'pon this coin that my wishes come true."
The man had to strain to hear the last word.
Hardly she spoke, and hardly he heard
That she continued to speak, slow and yet soft
As if on a petal, dropped from a cloud held aloft.
"Bring me my true love, the one chosen in time.
Bring me that love for which I write and I rhyme.
Fair he will be, or perhaps dark, tis no care;
I will know him at once by the heart he does wear."
"Low will he speak when he proffers his charms.
Warm I will be by the strength of his arms.
Touched will my smile be by his sweet glow,
Fate, send him to me..for his face I shall know."
Hearing her wishes his own heart did stir...
He wanted a love, like the one wished by her...
The man wondered of her, his heart she has won,
He listened and waited for her song to be done
How moved he was by the lilt of her voice;
Sure she was Fate would send her her choice.
She released the coin and her hand did extend.
Then she leaned slightly over, her waist it did bend.
Her eyes looked down to the darkened abyss,
She continued to wish for her true lovers kiss.
The man watched her bend, heard a supplicant sigh;
So closer he moved to glean her with his eye..
The coin it did tumble and hit not a wall,
But fall head over tails to the end of it all.
She saw not a thing, but heard a soft splash,
When that did resound, her wishes did flash
And a mist rose from the depths of the well,
Speeding forth it rushed and above it did sail,
Upon silver furled banners out on to the west.
Landing pon the man, as a small star on his vest.
The lad was perplexed, and his head he did hold
For he looked to the lass, and she no longer looked old.
And upon his brown vest, there laid a sweet star,
That had come from the well...but did come very far.
She turned to the vision, and beheld in her sight,
The one fate did give her, to guide her with light.
A smile touched her lips, and she extended her hand...
"Let us walk together. As one we shall stand."
He clasped her hand without question or pause,
Together they left, and defied all those laws,
That say there is never a chance to again find
That love in a lifetime in your heart or your mind.
Copyright Dancers Inc. 1997
Mourning's Light
What word would ring from bell to sea
To ring the toll, the loss of thee?
What dirge would move the mourners song
To tears that flow. Hark'd to me along.
The vast and now cold, forests bed..
A dark, grey iciness within my head?
The missing of you, cannot be spoken..
A flower wilted, a promise broken..
The heart is cut, does it not bleed ?
Perhaps that promise she should not heed.
But note it she did, and now bleakest Black
Does shroud in her, this massive attack
Of loneliness, and fear, and so much sorrow
There is only this moment...no longer a morrow...
Copyright Dancers Inc. 1997
Reality
Dedicated to Shadow Keep
Upon thy brow I had lain my locket..
I feel that you shall soon leave, depart
With that which I had put into your pocket...
So be it, if tis reality that beckons
You near. The siren's song of winds
And scents of heathers. Time reckons
Its own passage with deeds...and sins.
Slip away to the land of cloudless night
And there intrust your being with surety
That bound into this ethereal light
You will find, in Reality...a purety..
Open Letter to the NightSoul
You steal upon my poetry, and sit there drinking in my words. You are a vapor that slips unseen around my lyrics and with a fleet, spectre like foot, you rush off into the ethereal plane, not even remaining for a moment to hear my reply to your words. Long I had walked the those metaphysical corridors, as a pseudo-philosopher. You and I spoke on this, many times. I was a fraud, a charlatan with the words of those you held dear. Yet, I was always here to accept my failures and claim my prizes. You, my dear hit and miss friend, simply flutter into my life, then drop a few words, speaking on my possible blindness...and vanish without a trace. So there I am left to toil, with my heart and soul abroil in the words you leave...Should I grieve, should I stomp my feet and rush about..feeling so incomplete?.. So I write a letter to you.....open forum, as if you knew I could not reach you, any other way....but here it is...tis all I'll say...:
- What makes you think tis so, that there is more emotion to know? From what levels do you speak, that make me wonder if I am meek and sightless in my own pursuit, of that which plays as if a lute or harp upon the patterns of my night? There are others, with much less sight. Philosophers have pandered much as they talk of "why" and "what" and such stuff that most should ne'er care....but me I speak of LOVE tis fair...In that swiftest emotional flight, I swoon and sway with sad delight. What heights to reach upon loves soft wing, what soaring sounds our souls do sing in tune with beating hearts a fire, either passioned stirred or funeral pyre?Blinded eyes that still do see that which brings our serenity. Love of self and love of life, is not so easy, there still is strife to fight and shift and find again. Internal strife, tis there my friend. You worry so, my visions concern, yet you left me there to scrape and learn the ways of sadness, solitude fine. You vanished without a reason or rhyme. Flew like the specter off on an ethereal quest, flew from my heart, from my side from my breast. You worry about emotion and my poor sightless eye, yet you slip in unseen, and away you do rapidly fly. Stirring up thoughts of memories past, bubbling up recollections of Love's labors last. Pointing a finger you come to descry, the fact that this Dancer's lost objective eye, and remains entrenched behind a fanciful flight, hoping to find her chance and respite from the harsh realities of life's daily cause. You think she will never slow down or to pause at the gift of life, that one has been granted, rather indulge in fantasy enchanted?I stand ‘pon the threshold of my oblivious tract, trying to encompass that which most of us lack, and never have the pleasure in our vision to see, that which is the love that incorporates "WE". For love of life, or love of self, is not that which should bring us wealth, rather the love that makes two one, is the love we should not ever run from, but turn our hearts and energies toward, and upon that path that love we should hoard..and grasp it to our poor lost breast.....That dear Soul is my eternal quest.Happiness is but a single word, as flightless as the ancient Bird that could not soar, nor flee the sand, but there in mystery cloaked it'd stand. I have seen the duel edged sword, I have heard the loving word, that which raised my head so high...and that which made this Dancer cry. I know no other emotion that relays, the deepest feelings that love conveys to those we hope, no dare to touch....for in loving another....we love ourselves..as much.So speak not without recourse for me. Shake not my branches of tranquility, for within my prose, I find my rest, and ease that burden as I see best. Dance and sing, I do tis true, perhaps you did not see, or knew of the lilting poetic turn of the pen, but that is another story, till then I shall once again restate....Tis not so fair to come and sate yerself with your words, and naught for me, no way for I to make it be the way it was so you should know, you've closed your window, my letters don't flow. I've sought to write and your friendship seek, but you are gone again, as the rippling creek that flows right by my dreamers door.....You hit and run for the opposite shore.*looks down tries to see what is written in the sand....clawed and dug by an ominous hand...there upon the ravaged shore, she see's the totals, smiles and changes the score.......RW-5 BH-0.....*
How dare you speak to me, as if I am blind as blind could be? What right do you think you possess, to hear my poor heart confess and moan aloud through the night, then speak as if I have no sight?.....
THE THIEF
He comes to pilfer her dreams.
Slowly eroding her ethereal might
While feasting upon castled schemes.
Nourishment comes from taking
That which never could be his.
In his devouring, tis her unmaking,
And upon which his countenance lives.
Hushed and murmured is her breath
While escaping; dreams gently beat
Into his talons, she move ne'er to death;
Until her soul he owns; complete.
He sneaks to her slumbering side,
With lips that met hers once in bliss.
Now but fangs of Chaos's bride
Removing her salvation with a kiss.
As he draws in her exhalation
Filled with glee at her demise.
Holds exquisite his exhilaration
Viewed with her hackneyed eyes.
Retribution glimpsed upon his face
As the last ebbing hope does scream.
He knows he holds her to her place,
As he devours her heart and her dream.
As she fades into oblivion's hand,
She knows the mistake she had made.
To have let him into her hope-filled land,
Her essence he has now way-laid.
How many nights? How many rhymes
In which she vowed e'er to leave?
How many lost Dreams? How much lost time?
Only death shall be her reprieve.
Mourn not her loss my stalwart friend;
Advance thy Vision's banner proud.
This is not her final end
For in your dreams again she'll sing aloud!
Copyright Dancers, Inc. 1997
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