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Summer NightThe sun, glowing in the waves of heat, was still
sweating, enveloped in cloudy fat
and pouring down sultry rain unfit
for summer drinking.

Snow was resting easily on the sky,
not of ice but vapor and light shining
bright enough to blind opened eyes.
Pupils dilate to fill the night and so they divert their gaze.
A HAUNTED PLACEBeyond the silhouette of my mind undone,
far beyond the skeletons of undead things
that wait for the unaware to draw near,
there lies another world, a haunted place
that bleeds in me, I can feel it dripping
blood a thousand shades of Darkness,
I can feel it scattering far and further
inside words scarlet extreme, it tells me
not to get lost to the corrosion of Yesterday
as it whispers tick tock...your life is
trickling away, through my splayed fingers
my blood drips, keeping time to the pendulum
that ticks in me, but I hear a crunching
beneath my feet...I look down and see that
I am standing on a pile of pulverized bones
and ca
Betrayal in Silence©Lonewolfpuppy

Silence rests in purple cloak,
Leaving you in sadness, soaked.
Twitching fingers, faraway smile,
Foreign feelings for a while.

Searching eyes at such a loss,
Connection severed - almighty cost,
Darkness shrouds a kindly heart,
Loneliness is back to start.

Ignorance is bliss, they say,
'Fore heading on their merry way.
But 'til the feeling is reversed,
They've no idea the lies converesed.

The Devil's curse of iron gates,
On which, balloons quickly deflate.
A barrier of will, so strong,
Oh what, oh what could have gone wrong?

Understanding threads forgot,
Tied up in a big huge knot.
Hatred to be set on fir
WITCH'S BREWI can see her, an archaic spectre framed by
the moonlight ether, she haunts this sweet
coffin darkness that tousles my mood to become
a matchstick to her magic, she curls her long
ebony fingers around my soul, a shock of shadows
cling to the midnight skin I wear, dissolving
away the chalk that was left after I impaled
the Dark with my Desires nightmare clear,
smoothly her shadows pile over me and smothers
my Fear, into the damp depths of Nothingness
they rot away, waning like the stranger Day
into familiar Night, I can see her.

She stirs my soul into a storm of evening
embers that flicker and flare and I know
that to her I must
Fall of an Empire.Once upon a long time,
In this empty space
That's now filled with grime
Stood the City of Grace.
People smiled and laughed a lot
And children played in the alley.
But no one knew of the evil plot
That would later destroy the valley.
The king was kind and fair
And had a nice amount of laws.
But even the people that never scare
Have some horrible flaws.
The king found the gold
And was enchanted by its yellow glow
He realized that with it he could hold
The whole world in his claw.
He kept it to himself
and admired it in the night.
But people soon learnt
and they began craving for his might.
And thus the city turned into he
Plumes of DestinyAmong the mumbled plumes of destiny
We seek out a life of our own,
We strive to find ways to be,
And sometimes life stands against us.
The gentle timelessness of dust...
Upon window sills and tombs,
Cool air lingers without a breath,
Silent time passes from within us all.

And as Time eludes us,
Wholly with the passing confusions,
We drift aging and fully learning,
In the shadow of the past Royals.
As reasons scatter and fall like leaves in autumn
We ponder and sink in pensive depth,
The diverse connections we behold,
The family lines that spread like roots.

Among the mumbled plumes of destiny,
The great architect has greater
Quartz and StoneAugmented flesh of quartz and stone.
rotting slowly, by Chronos, till bone.
Grooves of time, over malachite,
mark rare beauty, each passing night.
I look away torn, and shed my tears,
as I recognize my darkest fears.
Those weathered lines on stone face fine,
are the very same, marked on mine.
Quatrain IVthey watch and they make their sounds
Their empty sounds without voices - a bark coming round
Emptiness in their faces, a myriad... a web made from laces
These shadows that dance so lucidly their enchanted dance in phases
*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
*Reflections*In bevelled mirror there is a face
Reflected from an inner eye
Ponders endless questions of love
Love taken for granted passion can die.

Impossible, the thought seems overly loud
Feelings were nurtured with loving care
Treasured moments in book of time
Written on aether,script so fine.

Taken for granted passions embrace
Where two souls meet in perfect place
Words unnecessary hearts do speak
Lovers mute at passions peak.

Mirror reveals never conceals
How time invades all life
Reflected memories a story tell
Impossible to say a final farewell.

2013Delice1941
31st January 2013
A MORTICIAN'S TALEShe laid chafed by the austere Silence of the room,
its weight a counter-clockwise pendulum to the rope
that squeezed the last gasp of life from her broken neck,
now she laid on the table limp and still and waiting
for my examination to exume the secrets of her last hour
-the minutes that demured to seconds and the seconds
that became an ether frozen by Death's fermented breath,
like a rune waiting to be deciphered by the fingers of
phantom Moonlight filtering through my basement window
I studied her, this strange girl with the fiery amber
eyes staring blankly ahead, eyes gasping up at the sterile
ceiling, a lonely tear had frosted
The Gathering!Under cypress tree, before moon is high
Spirits gather one by one, hear collective sigh
Cemetery arisen, few short hours of bliss
Insubstantial dearly departed create ghostly mist.

Nebulous night walkers mean no harm
Our presence detected, they'll raise alarm
Collective reminiscence of what use to be
Distant past calls, no future they see.

World changed face, so many times
With trepidation from grave do climb
What is this? what is that? all impossibly new
Levitate, articulate they don't enjoy the view.

Underworld is their domain
Time has come and gone, no pain
Dreams don't invade, no tears to weep
Spirits consoled, eternal slee
Watcher of the NightHe waits in the shadows
Watching and learning
Trying to resist
His unconquerable yearning

An actor of rare disguise
Covering half-truths with unfinished lies
His plans twist and turn
Taking years for fruition
After which he disappears
A forgotten apparition

While lesser men succumb
To the beckoning temptation
He stands regardless
Steadfast by his station

Vigil of the darkness
Watcher of the night
Countless men have tried
To evade his inhuman sight

He is the sum of his fears
For he chooses what he wants to be
He has uncertainties, he has doubts
But is afraid intentionally

He tends the shades of the mighty
And the shadows
Shaman StrangerHe shared his secrets with the tribe
they all sat intensely around the fire at night
the cold of the air, danced all around them.
Secrets unleashed, summoned demons, reaping realms.

He told them of the plague and the medicines to cure.
They sat around in awe as the stories grew intense.
About demons and monsters, and battles defense.
And the beasts wore souls over their faces.
To bruise their senses over  the ages.

They asked of his healings and how he survived.
His responces were vivid, and brought up through life.
Death surrounds vallys and mountains and seas.
Healing the monsters with souls for their beings.

Water from springs
The CrossroadsHe stands at a cross roads, an oft remembered place
with perplexed emotions, which road shall he face?
Along Comes a muse, a beauty, a grace
and ends his quandary with a blissful embrace
she takes his hand and guides him her ways
yet this grace is hollow, for he is misplaced
her presence is comfort yet unrest, it stays
so he stands at a cross roads, that oft remembered place 
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Quatrain IVthey watch and they make their sounds
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Emptiness in their faces, a myriad... a web made from laces
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A Byron Advice

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Faireth the morn, till the sunlit ember shine
And watcheth the pearl effervescence of the moonshine
Hark, and hear the cry of larks, the sound of waves
As you watch the shores of life pass by

Shineth the whiteness, as the poet is invited
The phoenix, omnipresent, solemn as cited
Fair be the man, a shine of diamond, in stark
contrast the vastness, a vestige of the Ark

Guideth both, but nigh, fair maiden,
For you must venture forth, and bid thine shade and
farewell. For what is ambivalence, when he who is above
Knoweth that our punishment... is our love...

Faireth thine journey well, both of ye...
And press forth forward, with warmth and glee
For there is not a moment's notice, before the shores of the sea
Alas, set aft, and are as damned as life can be...

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A Byron Adviceby *shehrozeameen

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I was reading this work ([link]) and this just... popped into my head.

It not the original thing, but its a close call. Its something I definitely wouldn't mind calling as my first post-premium original, but that could be just me :P...

I should write more often. I think I'm not as good as I used to be. I'd appreciate everyone's response on this one. Truly would.
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Critique by *PuzzledHeartBox Oct 28, 2012, 11:54:18 PM
Exquisite use of an older English writing style, very reminiscent of Shakespeare and Byron indeed.
I must say I’m particularly fond of the second stanza.
Though to me the third stanza has a bit of a different flow compared to the rest,
this due to the broken rhyming at line 2.

A very classical love poem, but nicely portrayed and elegantly clothed with these rather forlorn words. Bravo my friend, Bravo.

All by all it’s a theme often written, but not always written with such flair and accuracy, you’ve only written what is needed, perhaps making it short, yet perfectly fine in its length.
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Mood: Wow! ~Mordial33 Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow, this is beautiful, haunting, amazing, and those few other word's even my over-sized brain has yet to learn. This is very inspiring! I've been trying to write a poem with an archaic feel to it but I haven't actually had the time to get it all down on paper... This is definitely worth a journal feature and more!
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*shehrozeameen Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
*blush* gosh... thanks... although it still needs work, and I have to rewrite portions of it, thanks anyway. Cheers :)
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Mood: Wow! ~Mordial33 Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
From my amateurish point of view, it is perfect! I thought that I was reading a piece from Lord Byron himself or his protoge John Keats (although Keat's poetry is a little stiff and he over-uses his symbolism). It truly is a remarkable poem and I look forward to seeing what else you do with it!
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*shehrozeameen Mar 15, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
... *blush* so I've been told. thanks.

I love John Keats... he truly was a good poet. Not as awesome as Byron ("Maid of Athens", "The Destruction of Synercaib") but still, quite dexterous. Love "Endymion", it was a gem of a poem.

:) Thanks.
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Mood: Love ~tickersymbol Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
You must know I love this piece! Yes, you should write more often!
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*shehrozeameen Jan 5, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I'll try to. :)
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~smokedragon Dec 11, 2012
As previously said in other ways, fantastic use of language and structure in this piece. Reading it was like eating fruit with sunshine...which is a clashing analogy, but true nonetheless. Refreshing!
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*shehrozeameen Dec 11, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you :) Glad you like it.

Although the fruit in sunshine analogy isn't half that bad - my personal preference would be from JRR Tolkein instead... the sea far away, as the ship sets afloat...
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~smokedragon Dec 12, 2012
:D Yeah, it wasn't exactly the best analogy, but that's how it felt to read language use and structure like you used, compared to what I usually see. The Tolkien analogy is also good.
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*shehrozeameen Dec 12, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
:) Fair enough.

What do you usually like? in terms of poetry, in general...
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