Backward Forward
sliding fingers on matte walls
no reflections nothing of the souls
just silence behind made-up pearly curtains
holding back, trembling against the need
the need to touch savour find peace
within an embrace difficult to reach
must not should not could not
everything is wrong, all wrong
I leave that dream so impossible
I need to stick on to sanity
the mundane living breathing
for saying yes is death penalty
a ripple effect destruction
of other souls limpet to your life
I won't scrabble for hold
on a second hand shell.
*this poem was entered in a competition here. Thank you for reading. *
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 6th January 2015 9:40am
no reflections nothing of the souls
just silence behind made-up pearly curtains
holding back, trembling against the need
the need to touch savour find peace
within an embrace difficult to reach
must not should not could not
everything is wrong, all wrong
I leave that dream so impossible
I need to stick on to sanity
the mundane living breathing
for saying yes is death penalty
a ripple effect destruction
of other souls limpet to your life
I won't scrabble for hold
on a second hand shell.
*this poem was entered in a competition here. Thank you for reading. *
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 6th January 2015 9:40am
Beaufort Blues: Limericks
There was an old lady of Beaufort
who ran around with her cat
she slipped and fell
and squashed her cat
that poor old lady of Beaufort!
There was a boy from Gartford
who had a tricycle
ran over his dad
who was having a tinkle
that bad boy of Gartford!
There was a girl with many curls
who did not know what to do
took a match to the hair
and singed her head
the silly girl with many curls!
There was a man who thought he was bad
ran around with a bag over his head
ran into a bus
that turned him to dusts
that stupid man who thought he was bad!
who ran around with her cat
she slipped and fell
and squashed her cat
that poor old lady of Beaufort!
There was a boy from Gartford
who had a tricycle
ran over his dad
who was having a tinkle
that bad boy of Gartford!
There was a girl with many curls
who did not know what to do
took a match to the hair
and singed her head
the silly girl with many curls!
There was a man who thought he was bad
ran around with a bag over his head
ran into a bus
that turned him to dusts
that stupid man who thought he was bad!
Published 9th July 2013 8:28am
Bed Calls
Yawning cold, a threatening frost
On windowpanes misting over
Home, home, home from the sea
Whispering spectres passing by
It’s the time of the night
When the dead passes through
Distant bells tolling the hour
Eyes crusting over with sleep
Fingers slow as they tap
Rhythm to the Rhyme
Words woven over pending dawn
Golden threads on silver skies
Crescent moon over eastern skies
Lit the dusk of the western realm
Dusts go into the eyes
echoes in salient instants
and distant grasses bow
a breath untaken, promises laughter
Bed calls, the inviting covers
Beckons the warmth
Of familiarity
Sighs the tired body
Cocooned once more
A little smile on lips.
On windowpanes misting over
Home, home, home from the sea
Whispering spectres passing by
It’s the time of the night
When the dead passes through
Distant bells tolling the hour
Eyes crusting over with sleep
Fingers slow as they tap
Rhythm to the Rhyme
Words woven over pending dawn
Golden threads on silver skies
Crescent moon over eastern skies
Lit the dusk of the western realm
Dusts go into the eyes
echoes in salient instants
and distant grasses bow
a breath untaken, promises laughter
Bed calls, the inviting covers
Beckons the warmth
Of familiarity
Sighs the tired body
Cocooned once more
A little smile on lips.
Published 27th April 2013 8:35pm
- Last modified 27th April 2013 8:36pm
Bed Thoughts
Grant
Me Serenity
That I may rest
peaceful on my bed
Waiting for brightness
the holy plunging lights
From up on high to me below
Death
Ever so near
Breathing down
To show his might
His sharp shining scythe
Resting on his left shoulder
A smile on his face, he’s beaming
Smiles
The angels
They come for
My poor sinful soul
Forgiven in my last hour
Flying me towards blue sky
Finally soaring to my holy home
(An experiment.)
Me Serenity
That I may rest
peaceful on my bed
Waiting for brightness
the holy plunging lights
From up on high to me below
Death
Ever so near
Breathing down
To show his might
His sharp shining scythe
Resting on his left shoulder
A smile on his face, he’s beaming
Smiles
The angels
They come for
My poor sinful soul
Forgiven in my last hour
Flying me towards blue sky
Finally soaring to my holy home
(An experiment.)
Published 19th April 2013 00:10am
Before you
I lived day by day
There was nothing to say
Each smile carried no beauty.
Life was scenery outside the window
Then you came along
Showed me beauty in birdsongs
Made me hear peals of distant bells
Made me marvel at the sudden rush of sky
Raindrops made me laugh
Old songs made me cry
Rainbows reminded me
Of wishes, smiles and stolen kisses
I feel that I do belong
Near the heartbeat in your chest
Until a little over forever
Within the circle of your arms.
There was nothing to say
Each smile carried no beauty.
Life was scenery outside the window
Then you came along
Showed me beauty in birdsongs
Made me hear peals of distant bells
Made me marvel at the sudden rush of sky
Raindrops made me laugh
Old songs made me cry
Rainbows reminded me
Of wishes, smiles and stolen kisses
I feel that I do belong
Near the heartbeat in your chest
Until a little over forever
Within the circle of your arms.
Published 1st September 2013 00:19am
Being where They are
screaming Valkyries over icy plains
carrying souls of soldiers fallen
in battles without a clear line
on the well trodden snow
a glimpse of this in my waking dreams
and I wake with tears in my eyes
was it in a time when I lived
there perhaps in a cycle of life
in another place another time
through gauzy walls hands reaching in
I want to be where they are
or were, a time parallel
baying of hounds in green forests
was I there am I will I be
am I looking through a window
but I live within and through
there a battle fought
blood on white snow
screams break the cold air
standing there watching
I once was
here, there and everywhere.
*this poem was entered in a competition. thank you for reading*
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 13th July 2015 00:34am
carrying souls of soldiers fallen
in battles without a clear line
on the well trodden snow
a glimpse of this in my waking dreams
and I wake with tears in my eyes
was it in a time when I lived
there perhaps in a cycle of life
in another place another time
through gauzy walls hands reaching in
I want to be where they are
or were, a time parallel
baying of hounds in green forests
was I there am I will I be
am I looking through a window
but I live within and through
there a battle fought
blood on white snow
screams break the cold air
standing there watching
I once was
here, there and everywhere.
*this poem was entered in a competition. thank you for reading*
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 13th July 2015 00:34am
Beloved
He embraces me in the dark of night
Giving me his essence with his rod
Channelling into me his hard might
Pumping hard into me, his seeds
The bright dawn illuminate the world
Dancing light on the tree tops
Soughing breeze caressing the woods
Walking with me, he holds my hands
Darkness in his eyes reflects
Nothing, but his fiery lusts
As he rides me into oblivion
This lover, this strange man
For night brings his mighty sword
To cleave the hidden cleft
With the brightness of the world
Show his cherubic face, so sweet
For within lies a demon
That sleeps till the twilight hours
And brightness bring forth the dawn
with songs and melodies till dusk falls
Giving me his essence with his rod
Channelling into me his hard might
Pumping hard into me, his seeds
The bright dawn illuminate the world
Dancing light on the tree tops
Soughing breeze caressing the woods
Walking with me, he holds my hands
Darkness in his eyes reflects
Nothing, but his fiery lusts
As he rides me into oblivion
This lover, this strange man
For night brings his mighty sword
To cleave the hidden cleft
With the brightness of the world
Show his cherubic face, so sweet
For within lies a demon
That sleeps till the twilight hours
And brightness bring forth the dawn
with songs and melodies till dusk falls
Published 20th November 2011 9:05pm
Below the Wind
Raindrops one by one
Forming circles
On water-lilied ponds
Purple flowers perk
Face up towards the sky
Washed by wet cascades
From above
Rainbow shines
On little curves
Blended prism
By struggling rays
Of brave sun
Haloes on singing frogs
Bass on treble sound
Harmonious drums
Of thunder calls
Explosions of light
The lightning flashes
Like smiles of a beloved
On sky peeping
Through green leaves
Sleep I in peace
Hugged by love
A million miles away
Eons in promises.
Forming circles
On water-lilied ponds
Purple flowers perk
Face up towards the sky
Washed by wet cascades
From above
Rainbow shines
On little curves
Blended prism
By struggling rays
Of brave sun
Haloes on singing frogs
Bass on treble sound
Harmonious drums
Of thunder calls
Explosions of light
The lightning flashes
Like smiles of a beloved
On sky peeping
Through green leaves
Sleep I in peace
Hugged by love
A million miles away
Eons in promises.
Published 28th June 2013 9:18pm
Beyond Death
that death should come
like a thief in the night
flying off the souls
before dawn light
That man should grieve
for their dearly departed
never knowing the destinations...
to be anointed or to burn
deathland indeed is of imagining
will it be Elysian fields
or the sombre halls of purgatory
perhaps fluffy clouds and golden harps
Although I wish my deathland
will be of my dreamland
a small cabin in the woods
of perpetual autumn
before a lake with blossoming hyacinths.
like a thief in the night
flying off the souls
before dawn light
That man should grieve
for their dearly departed
never knowing the destinations...
to be anointed or to burn
deathland indeed is of imagining
will it be Elysian fields
or the sombre halls of purgatory
perhaps fluffy clouds and golden harps
Although I wish my deathland
will be of my dreamland
a small cabin in the woods
of perpetual autumn
before a lake with blossoming hyacinths.
*this poem was entered in a competition. Thank you for reading.*
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 1st December 2014 1:14pm
Written by Grace (Idryad)
Published 1st December 2014 1:14pm
Beyond The Portal
What awaits beyond the portal
where fire burns at the door
souls wander near
as their names are called
a lone soul a stranger among many
walks towards the portal
within the fiery door
she looks in, in fear
there she sees a distant mountain
serene with snow capped peaks
and a lake of tranquil blue
reflecting a sky of azure
she wants to walk into it
her body is old and broken
she does not want to go home
she wants to go beyond
she glimpses men and women
children boys and girls
young, pretty and healthy
walking in beautiful gardens
Not time yet, return says the voice
reverberating through the heavens
she wakes up on her bed and weeps
she is still sick and broken
she wants to go beyond
quiet she waits
on her sick bed.
where fire burns at the door
souls wander near
as their names are called
a lone soul a stranger among many
walks towards the portal
within the fiery door
she looks in, in fear
there she sees a distant mountain
serene with snow capped peaks
and a lake of tranquil blue
reflecting a sky of azure
she wants to walk into it
her body is old and broken
she does not want to go home
she wants to go beyond
she glimpses men and women
children boys and girls
young, pretty and healthy
walking in beautiful gardens
Not time yet, return says the voice
reverberating through the heavens
she wakes up on her bed and weeps
she is still sick and broken
she wants to go beyond
quiet she waits
on her sick bed.
Published 5th November 2013 8:43am
- Last modified 6th November 2013 3:03pm
Black Laces and Grace
Black laces
Over white skin
So grandmamma
Like going to churches
Walking in hushed repentance
Black laces over pale faces
Black laces over grey hair
Curled tight over the head
Aged women expecting the end
Bowed heads before the altar
Black laces over pert breasts
Tight on skin goosebumped
With hot desire
Little patches seen between
Intricate black laces lashes
Desire of molten lava
Ready to explode from volcanoes
Shimmering under thin gauzy restrains
Towards the hairy triangle
Evokes needy swells beneath
Black laces
Woven fabric
Intricate patterns
Sewn for mantilla
or sewn as gowns
are always elegant
in presentation
black laces in seduction
obliterates coyness
Portrays seductive grace
Over white skin
So grandmamma
Like going to churches
Walking in hushed repentance
Black laces over pale faces
Black laces over grey hair
Curled tight over the head
Aged women expecting the end
Bowed heads before the altar
Black laces over pert breasts
Tight on skin goosebumped
With hot desire
Little patches seen between
Intricate black laces lashes
Desire of molten lava
Ready to explode from volcanoes
Shimmering under thin gauzy restrains
Towards the hairy triangle
Evokes needy swells beneath
Black laces
Woven fabric
Intricate patterns
Sewn for mantilla
or sewn as gowns
are always elegant
in presentation
black laces in seduction
obliterates coyness
Portrays seductive grace
Published 1st August 2012 7:33am
Blessed unions
sprinkling of rice
falling like pearls
on church floor
confetti from the ceiling
showering the beloved below
laughter and tears of joy
a baby cry and parents smile
the first step made
with parents pride
sunsets and sunrises
circle games of nature
four seasons come and go
blessed unions
seen through windows
I am envious....
why not me.
falling like pearls
on church floor
confetti from the ceiling
showering the beloved below
laughter and tears of joy
a baby cry and parents smile
the first step made
with parents pride
sunsets and sunrises
circle games of nature
four seasons come and go
blessed unions
seen through windows
I am envious....
why not me.
Published 30th April 2015 5:45pm
Blind the Roving eye
blind the roving eye
love being with you
eyes know no flaws
keep me touching you
drown your body in my eyes
wanting to be one with you
Rock me slow feel me
seeing the us in togetherness
loving the clenching of flesh within
in the union of us, in my eyes
I have a wife but o baby
spray my seeds on your furrows
we mate in total freedom
a ride in a collision of stars
in my mind, I wander to coalesce
with your body tight as one
eyes meeting across the room
messages darted I lust for you
and I shake myself to reality
wet patch in my pants
a painful erection
I still love my wife
the sensuous path stay
untravelled.
.
love being with you
eyes know no flaws
keep me touching you
drown your body in my eyes
wanting to be one with you
Rock me slow feel me
seeing the us in togetherness
loving the clenching of flesh within
in the union of us, in my eyes
I have a wife but o baby
spray my seeds on your furrows
we mate in total freedom
a ride in a collision of stars
in my mind, I wander to coalesce
with your body tight as one
eyes meeting across the room
messages darted I lust for you
and I shake myself to reality
wet patch in my pants
a painful erection
I still love my wife
the sensuous path stay
untravelled.
.
Published 22nd July 2015 11:48am
Blithe
A poem on blitheness
should indeed be carried out
A happy poem
That carries through the day
Lending happy halos
On the smallest of things
Poem dark and gloomy
Written so well and fine
Such artistic expression
We bow, admiring
Happy light and lovely
We laugh, giggle and applause
So have a competition
On happy and happiness
Joy, gladness and rejoicing
For why mull on tears
With life full of fears
When the sun is shining
should indeed be carried out
A happy poem
That carries through the day
Lending happy halos
On the smallest of things
Poem dark and gloomy
Written so well and fine
Such artistic expression
We bow, admiring
Happy light and lovely
We laugh, giggle and applause
So have a competition
On happy and happiness
Joy, gladness and rejoicing
For why mull on tears
With life full of fears
When the sun is shining
Published 10th April 2013 7:20am
Blood Sacrifice
I kill for its god’s will
he shares his prayer
as he presses his knife
against her throat
for thou shall not suffer
a witch to live
he says
gritting his teeth
he whispers
I shall kill thee
thus thou shalt not raise
a false report
thine hand shall not
with the wicked
be an unrighteous witness
therefore, death for thee
I offer thee
Succour
from sinning
No more shall thou transgress
Death I pay upon thee
not for mine own
but for the salvation
of thy soul
this chalice I offer thee
not for thy lips
but for thy throat
unto the gods of darkness...
Inclinate vos
ad benedictionem
he shares his prayer
as he presses his knife
against her throat
for thou shall not suffer
a witch to live
he says
gritting his teeth
he whispers
I shall kill thee
thus thou shalt not raise
a false report
thine hand shall not
with the wicked
be an unrighteous witness
therefore, death for thee
I offer thee
Succour
from sinning
No more shall thou transgress
Death I pay upon thee
not for mine own
but for the salvation
of thy soul
this chalice I offer thee
not for thy lips
but for thy throat
unto the gods of darkness...
Inclinate vos
ad benedictionem
Published 11th February 2014 11:18pm
Blooms in Shades of Red
Lavender, soft a colour
shades of regal purple
scents of exquisite perfume
lavender, my favourite colour
you take to your name
serene smiling eyes
looking at the world
for you have conquered all
Red should be your colour
strength, spelling of fire and blood
for you have gone through
many adversity in life
once a daughter, now a mother
bosom graced with love
the energy to war with ills
against danger towards yourself
still your passion shines
to give your all with kindness
compassion for the shortcomings
of others, never a cruel word
If I met you
to raise a glass or two
I wonder if our talk would be
of flowers, cabbages and Kings
Madame Lavender
Never be other
than yourself.
shades of regal purple
scents of exquisite perfume
lavender, my favourite colour
you take to your name
serene smiling eyes
looking at the world
for you have conquered all
Red should be your colour
strength, spelling of fire and blood
for you have gone through
many adversity in life
once a daughter, now a mother
bosom graced with love
the energy to war with ills
against danger towards yourself
still your passion shines
to give your all with kindness
compassion for the shortcomings
of others, never a cruel word
If I met you
to raise a glass or two
I wonder if our talk would be
of flowers, cabbages and Kings
Madame Lavender
Never be other
than yourself.
Published 4th February 2014 9:53am
Blossoms
I dream again of the Linden Tree
The bitter blossoms
Snowy strewn ground
The fragrance reaches to engulf me
Promises made under the tree
Sprayed by blossoms bursting free
To coat tales that's yours and mine
Fanciful tales of dreams love divine
The Linden Tree is gone I see
It was beautifully trimmed
Now all thats left is a stump
Cut so early in its prime.
The bitter blossoms
Snowy strewn ground
The fragrance reaches to engulf me
Promises made under the tree
Sprayed by blossoms bursting free
To coat tales that's yours and mine
Fanciful tales of dreams love divine
The Linden Tree is gone I see
It was beautifully trimmed
Now all thats left is a stump
Cut so early in its prime.
Published 10th March 2013 10:25pm
- Last modified 2nd October 2013 11:24pm
Born to it
Born with the rain
Living with the sun
Walking on the sand
Looking out to sea
Born to it
I do not see
You came to me
and now I see
All around me
are Nature's mystery
its gift to humans
Such as we
How blue the sky
at the dawn of day
The azure ocean flickers
with the sun rays
how reflections twinkle
on secluded bays
How like nature's orchestra
A thunderstorm
How like an opera lights
The lightning flashes
The tropical skies
in its mad-fantastic performance
Born to it
But now I see
Paradise is just a step away
from my sandy front door
I just need to see
through a sojourner's eye.
Living with the sun
Walking on the sand
Looking out to sea
Born to it
I do not see
You came to me
and now I see
All around me
are Nature's mystery
its gift to humans
Such as we
How blue the sky
at the dawn of day
The azure ocean flickers
with the sun rays
how reflections twinkle
on secluded bays
How like nature's orchestra
A thunderstorm
How like an opera lights
The lightning flashes
The tropical skies
in its mad-fantastic performance
Born to it
But now I see
Paradise is just a step away
from my sandy front door
I just need to see
through a sojourner's eye.
Published 24th August 2012 6:40am
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