Submissions by CharlesBGill
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
29th May 2014 11:09pm
29th May 2014 11:09pm
Free Me
Ether, bedsit of Zeus,
whose wispy peeks align the thresholds of heaven,
that bring to shame the hallowed halls of Hades on seats of stone,
I entreat thee:
deliver me from this timeless torment,
this bane of lives that ceaseless strikes and makes good men die alone
In agony.
By the divinity that element has shaped,
Let He who forged it cast it out from heavens throne
And free me.
Unmeant for worldly beings, engulfing firmament and field alike,
Leaving splintered shells of innocent men in its wake.
Unearthly.
I pray, by whatever...
whose wispy peeks align the thresholds of heaven,
that bring to shame the hallowed halls of Hades on seats of stone,
I entreat thee:
deliver me from this timeless torment,
this bane of lives that ceaseless strikes and makes good men die alone
In agony.
By the divinity that element has shaped,
Let He who forged it cast it out from heavens throne
And free me.
Unmeant for worldly beings, engulfing firmament and field alike,
Leaving splintered shells of innocent men in its wake.
Unearthly.
I pray, by whatever...
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SELF POEM
Published
28th May 2014 5:53pm
28th May 2014 5:53pm
A timely problem in writing
A problem arises in writing.
The problem being that I have really nothing to say.
There is nothing really to say about such problems as these
That have left nothing but unfortunately
The really rather bad writing now here.
Here now this writing is meant to release some pain,
Some pain, some suffering,
But what pain, what suffering?
How in all of everything can it help me
When there is nothing in naught and nowhere
that can help this writing?
Attempting to continue is this pursuit
Is quite pointless as mentioned,
Yet the pen is apparently...
The problem being that I have really nothing to say.
There is nothing really to say about such problems as these
That have left nothing but unfortunately
The really rather bad writing now here.
Here now this writing is meant to release some pain,
Some pain, some suffering,
But what pain, what suffering?
How in all of everything can it help me
When there is nothing in naught and nowhere
that can help this writing?
Attempting to continue is this pursuit
Is quite pointless as mentioned,
Yet the pen is apparently...
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LOVE POEM
Published
13th Jun 2013 9:14pm
13th Jun 2013 9:14pm
Wherefore art thou missing love?
Wherefore art thou missing love?
Tis not a say that I say light.
For missing thee is missing that
Which brightens all the brightest bright .
Wherefore art thou missing love?
In all abundance all around?
For countless are the lonesome souls
That still not has your presence found.
Wherefore art thou missing love?
A dwindling heart is missing thee.
In taking place, an absence aches
And fears that this will always be.
Wherefore art thou missing love?
Guide not falsely, only true;
That I might make ways ever on, ...
Tis not a say that I say light.
For missing thee is missing that
Which brightens all the brightest bright .
Wherefore art thou missing love?
In all abundance all around?
For countless are the lonesome souls
That still not has your presence found.
Wherefore art thou missing love?
A dwindling heart is missing thee.
In taking place, an absence aches
And fears that this will always be.
Wherefore art thou missing love?
Guide not falsely, only true;
That I might make ways ever on, ...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2013 7:04pm
28th May 2013 7:04pm
Blue
Blue.
Blue the skies.
Deep the blue escapes the eyes.
What finite earth is whole or true?
The endless blue above belies
that Time will conquer what is new
- too short the time til Time is due.
The veil of Heaven, wisps of sky,
anon til once more all is blue.
Blue the skies.
Deep the blue escapes the eyes.
What finite earth is whole or true?
The endless blue above belies
that Time will conquer what is new
- too short the time til Time is due.
The veil of Heaven, wisps of sky,
anon til once more all is blue.
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LOVE POEM
Published
5th May 2013 2:25pm
5th May 2013 2:25pm
The Strangeness's of Love
There’s a strangeness in me that thinks it not odd
That I still be in love with you so,
And in such a strangeness I find only joy
Til the time comes again that you go.
And when you are gone such a strangeness retreats,
That to speak is to utter a cry,
For the absence of you in the depths of my heart
Is a strangeness too often come by.
That I still be in love with you so,
And in such a strangeness I find only joy
Til the time comes again that you go.
And when you are gone such a strangeness retreats,
That to speak is to utter a cry,
For the absence of you in the depths of my heart
Is a strangeness too often come by.
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
27th Apr 2013 9:49pm
27th Apr 2013 9:49pm
It's Starting to get Cold
It's starting to get cold.
On the outside that is.
I've been cold on the inside for a while.
Not that it matters to you,
the coldness;
you give me the cold shoulder,
I give you a cold look.
The world is a cold place.
This seems fitting, being the birthplace of man.
And was there ever a species colder than he?
Man, who invented fire,
should use heat and light to do dark things, cold things.
Man, who would set alight a place of warmth - a home,
so that his fellow man would through the flame feel the cold.
To burn that which is warming,...
On the outside that is.
I've been cold on the inside for a while.
Not that it matters to you,
the coldness;
you give me the cold shoulder,
I give you a cold look.
The world is a cold place.
This seems fitting, being the birthplace of man.
And was there ever a species colder than he?
Man, who invented fire,
should use heat and light to do dark things, cold things.
Man, who would set alight a place of warmth - a home,
so that his fellow man would through the flame feel the cold.
To burn that which is warming,...
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STORY POEM
Published
26th Apr 2013 8:26pm
26th Apr 2013 8:26pm
of Gods and Men
Weeping Skies bleed fading light
and sap the ether from the air,
while gods bemoan their raucous might
the lands are left to mortal care.
Mercy sweet sits in her seat
but pays no heed to our despair,
and in her wake the face of Woe,
it slithers from its ancient lair.
But who are we to question she,
who knowing what we cannot know,
will mind the void her brothers made
in keeping titans caged below?
She cannot keep the joys of sleep,
to venture free escaping pain,
when once again the skies all weep,
the...
and sap the ether from the air,
while gods bemoan their raucous might
the lands are left to mortal care.
Mercy sweet sits in her seat
but pays no heed to our despair,
and in her wake the face of Woe,
it slithers from its ancient lair.
But who are we to question she,
who knowing what we cannot know,
will mind the void her brothers made
in keeping titans caged below?
She cannot keep the joys of sleep,
to venture free escaping pain,
when once again the skies all weep,
the...
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LOVE POEM
Published
23rd Apr 2013 3:26am
23rd Apr 2013 3:26am
Unable is my love to die
Upon the brink of heavens peak,
A moment more to plunging down,
Now tumble swift from pious grace
I fall with love upon the ground.
In view of visions newly made
Where pain is real and much too great,
I pay no heed to new found grief,
For love has soothed my heart of late.
Crashing winds and biting waves
This place it makes no sense to me,
Who fell from firmaments on high,
Uprooted from the spirit tree.
A lover I, who being thrown
To chasms deep beneath the sea,
In precipice and orifice ...
A moment more to plunging down,
Now tumble swift from pious grace
I fall with love upon the ground.
In view of visions newly made
Where pain is real and much too great,
I pay no heed to new found grief,
For love has soothed my heart of late.
Crashing winds and biting waves
This place it makes no sense to me,
Who fell from firmaments on high,
Uprooted from the spirit tree.
A lover I, who being thrown
To chasms deep beneath the sea,
In precipice and orifice ...
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LOVE POEM
Published
17th Apr 2013 11:25pm
17th Apr 2013 11:25pm
When wrongly I be loving you
Love may waste my passing time
Should wrongly I be loving you.
Love is not now hers or mine
If night is spent in lonesome two.
Love is not the sacred bond
Unless it be discovered found,
From secret dwellings far beyond
And in so doing bind us bound.
Love is neither high nor low
In cosmic orders dull or bright,
Yet being all places at once
Scarce it comes when darkest night.
Love is nothing save the fact
That love is nature in its force
And when two beings come to act
Their loving feels with no remorse.
Love is in...
Should wrongly I be loving you.
Love is not now hers or mine
If night is spent in lonesome two.
Love is not the sacred bond
Unless it be discovered found,
From secret dwellings far beyond
And in so doing bind us bound.
Love is neither high nor low
In cosmic orders dull or bright,
Yet being all places at once
Scarce it comes when darkest night.
Love is nothing save the fact
That love is nature in its force
And when two beings come to act
Their loving feels with no remorse.
Love is in...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 5:16pm
16th Apr 2013 5:16pm
What is left of the world
What is left of the world when Love itself contrives to doom us?
What is left of the world when good hearts go to waste?
What is left of the world when the heights we seek defeat us?
What is left of the world when life abandons us in haste?
What is left of the world when solitude becomes our fate?
What is left of the world when light can’t penetrate the shade?
What is left of the world when noble souls resort to hate?
What is left of the world when humanity falters, flickers, fades?
What is left of the world when good hearts go to waste?
What is left of the world when the heights we seek defeat us?
What is left of the world when life abandons us in haste?
What is left of the world when solitude becomes our fate?
What is left of the world when light can’t penetrate the shade?
What is left of the world when noble souls resort to hate?
What is left of the world when humanity falters, flickers, fades?
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Apr 2013 5:16pm
16th Apr 2013 5:16pm
Stormy Thoughts
Wild wind howls in grey dust skies
Fragmented earth around now flies
In time the fleeting love will die
But not so fast it pass us by…
Gusts of passion force the turn
Facing back now look ahead
Where once the love did scalding burn
The sentiment is all but bled…
Thunder sounding beckons loud
A crash of waves upon the sea
But cliffs of hearts shall remain proud
Love finds other ways to thee…
Morning lights the broken ground
Shattered sand upon the shore
Destructive love cannot be found
But will return...
Fragmented earth around now flies
In time the fleeting love will die
But not so fast it pass us by…
Gusts of passion force the turn
Facing back now look ahead
Where once the love did scalding burn
The sentiment is all but bled…
Thunder sounding beckons loud
A crash of waves upon the sea
But cliffs of hearts shall remain proud
Love finds other ways to thee…
Morning lights the broken ground
Shattered sand upon the shore
Destructive love cannot be found
But will return...
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SELF POEM
Published
23rd Mar 2013 12:49pm
23rd Mar 2013 12:49pm
The Gift of Spirit
A gift; gifted.
Said they you have it they said.
But yet they don’t see
That intrinsic in me
Is a spirit beyond which is read.
Loudness, not proudness,
A sentiment known all too well,
This I must bear
Yet now hasten to share
With words falling from fallen to fell.
Empty, the plenty,
The plentiful ocean of mind;
That minding reveals
In unscrupulous squeals
Subconsciousness seldom enshrined.
Feel, this feeling:
Felt fainéant from factors foregone.
In time I am sure
That the words may endure
But the...
Said they you have it they said.
But yet they don’t see
That intrinsic in me
Is a spirit beyond which is read.
Loudness, not proudness,
A sentiment known all too well,
This I must bear
Yet now hasten to share
With words falling from fallen to fell.
Empty, the plenty,
The plentiful ocean of mind;
That minding reveals
In unscrupulous squeals
Subconsciousness seldom enshrined.
Feel, this feeling:
Felt fainéant from factors foregone.
In time I am sure
That the words may endure
But the...
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