Posts Tagged ‘Bravery’

The Sons Of Cyclone…

Posted: January 29, 2015 in Poetry
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Do you hear their silent whispers?
Their heartbeats are convulsive
Do you feel their jittery minds?
Upon the roaring podiums they breathe
The lands disdain their footing
The airs have spelled them of pleasure
The waters gladden of their dire thirst
Faded beauties of their hoping fortitude
Weary yellows of their supposed sun
Their stars shy to twinkle
Their moon fears to brighten
Their trusts swallowed by dread
The ember of their roses is faded
The radiance of their diamond; dull
The fertility of their nature now shames
No crimson to merry for droll
The graveyards garrulity yet gives no solace
They are the children of the nonchalant fathers
They were brewed from the careless mothers

Their bloods; the land soil’s ecru
Their dreams; the moon exhausted.

© – 2015 – AdamsMurphy®


Posted: September 4, 2014 in Poetry
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I fed on sorrow today
And it constipated me
Twice I refrained from its feeding
But it’s conscienceless
And would countless time make
Me bite hard its sourness.

Shall I plea? It hears not
For my weakened soul would only whisper
And sorrow’s drum only vibrate
When the voices chime
Shall I ever be happy again?
For with sorrow, my voice got withered

My bloods may soon be sick
My voice, a twice dumb
Wither to sleep or die shall now question
But to die shall be made aglow
So I may not wake again
To see the hurting pain

Then in death I live many lives
Life of yellow and roseate existence
Where sorrow shall relinquish its power
And pain shall have nothing up its sleeve
Till death shall later come in death
And memories shall speak of my lived life.


Dear Old Friend

Posted: October 17, 2013 in Poetry
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Shall we of this contempt continue old friend?
Our language becoming hard to understand hence
Not mine, Not yours, but the gain of our pretence
Each rearing wild on a supposed tamed society
Plodding on innocent brows to flash scornful teeth
To scare away acquitance truce interest like fiends

My Surplice white is brilliant beyond critics
As some sparkling noble angels of no blemish
Even yourself, of innocent heritage like heavenly holies
What then precipitate this disdain that flourishes?
Blooming like springtime flowers spreading hands
Wouldn’t this act, ours, soon a blot on our character?

We were the closest. Yea, like the titanic romance!
Not homo, but brotherly with no feud chance
Hunting together in the woods for unlost treasures
Defiant to mama’s call of dearly care with pleasure
If we shall sneak, sneak to search the ambience archive
Wouldn’t we constitute of it friends tale shelve?

The first page of our story did had future
Yea, like the holy paradise to the saints of sodom
Before ego wooed with seeming undubitable convictions
Before we disdained of this intimacy blood
Now, we thus murdered the growing love with flimsy ago
Against what we have lived, when time were time

When things odd, we, of true mind lived it
When all were ‘even’, we lived one mind
So and so, before vanity overthrowned our thoughts
Scoffing with some military dictations
If of this contempt we shall continue dear old friend
Then we had no insight of our friendship future heretofore.

Written for Meeting the bar @dverse poetics.

© ~ AdamsMurphy ~ 2013