Submissions by Dulcea
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
~~ esoteric microcosm of inspired vibrations ~~
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
29th May 2012 4:05pm
29th May 2012 4:05pm
Invocation of Eala ©
I call into myself
the qualities of the swan,
afloat upon the lake.
Of transformation,
flight of soul,
Of beauty, love, and grace.
I call into myself
the qualities of the swan.
Inspiring threshold bird.
And with Eala
as my disguise,
I travel to the Otherworld.
the qualities of the swan,
afloat upon the lake.
Of transformation,
flight of soul,
Of beauty, love, and grace.
I call into myself
the qualities of the swan.
Inspiring threshold bird.
And with Eala
as my disguise,
I travel to the Otherworld.
112 reads
2 Comments
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
28th May 2012 11:15pm
28th May 2012 11:15pm
Blackbird ©
Black Druid of the skies.
Between moonlight & daytime.
A song of souls, he sings.
Feathers and the forge.
A tune of Otherworlds.
Self-awareness, he will bring.
And so he sings.
Twilight lullabies,
and fades into 'tween times.
And so he sings.
Perched between worlds.
Sweet enchanting bird.
Druid Dhubh
telling you
to answer the
inner call.
Between moonlight & daytime.
A song of souls, he sings.
Feathers and the forge.
A tune of Otherworlds.
Self-awareness, he will bring.
And so he sings.
Twilight lullabies,
and fades into 'tween times.
And so he sings.
Perched between worlds.
Sweet enchanting bird.
Druid Dhubh
telling you
to answer the
inner call.
91 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
28th May 2012 11:07pm
28th May 2012 11:07pm
Living to Hurt ©
Some of them out there are living to hurt.
Some of them there just for you.
Some may crack a chip off the stone.
But this stone's not going to move.
Just roll your eyes and turn away.
They do it 'cuz they love your pain.
But you gather a grin
when they fail their hurtful aims.
Don't ever let them see
a stream on the face of me.
Transform the hate to pity.
'Cuz you know their spineless deeds
are born
of long-rotten fruit,
from damaged seeds
spewed from the...
Some of them there just for you.
Some may crack a chip off the stone.
But this stone's not going to move.
Just roll your eyes and turn away.
They do it 'cuz they love your pain.
But you gather a grin
when they fail their hurtful aims.
Don't ever let them see
a stream on the face of me.
Transform the hate to pity.
'Cuz you know their spineless deeds
are born
of long-rotten fruit,
from damaged seeds
spewed from the...
76 reads
3 Comments
SELF POEM
Published
27th May 2012 1:03am
27th May 2012 1:03am
Strange Thoughts ©
As the day ends,
and the night fades in .
The moon shines,
and there's gentle wind.
As the shadows grow,
and the darkness grins.
I step back,
and watch the strange begin.
Keen sight.
Through the night,
I see.
What crawls out
may try to frighten me.
Adrenalized might.
From my mind,
I bleed.
Strange thoughts
of what I soon may be.
and the night fades in .
The moon shines,
and there's gentle wind.
As the shadows grow,
and the darkness grins.
I step back,
and watch the strange begin.
Keen sight.
Through the night,
I see.
What crawls out
may try to frighten me.
Adrenalized might.
From my mind,
I bleed.
Strange thoughts
of what I soon may be.
125 reads
3 Comments
NON-FICTION PROSE
Published
26th May 2012 4:41am
26th May 2012 4:41am
Ramblings of a Frustrated Mind (Lacking Community of Every Kind)
Everyone in an uproar. Outraged. Apparently divinity, like royalty and property, must be inherited to be claimed. “You have taken from my gods and put it in your names!” Titles and labels ‘stolen’ from their page. Do you know yet, the power of words? These gods, these secrets, these keys … . .these words .words. Share them, and you’ll shame them. I own them. I created them. I gave them their use. I won’t give them to you. We know what this word is, what it means to us. No nevermind what it means to them or to you. Guard it like a grail and take it to the grave. Find another name. This one is...
93 reads
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STORY POEM
Published
26th May 2012 4:36am
26th May 2012 4:36am
In Dreams ©
Deep sleep scenes. in broken segments.
Can't make heads or tails of this.
Blurry vision . Subconscious schisms.
Turn the pages, and step on in.
To myths and tales, beyond the veils.
Unhuman things you hope aren't real.
Obtuse lessons. Shadow blessings.
Seems like reality, and I can't tell.
If there's deeper meaning,
Or mental cleaning.
Or even prophecies within.
Yet daily, I ponder the elusive wonders
...
Can't make heads or tails of this.
Blurry vision . Subconscious schisms.
Turn the pages, and step on in.
To myths and tales, beyond the veils.
Unhuman things you hope aren't real.
Obtuse lessons. Shadow blessings.
Seems like reality, and I can't tell.
If there's deeper meaning,
Or mental cleaning.
Or even prophecies within.
Yet daily, I ponder the elusive wonders
...
163 reads
3 Comments
STORY POEM
Published
25th May 2012 3:40pm
25th May 2012 3:40pm
A Life Onstage ©
You cannot see her
hidden behind the curtain.
She's prepared to perform her role.
She's practiced to the point of perfection.
You can't yet see her.
A divine doll for the spotlight.
But she's hidden within her own mind.
Hoping her fears go without detection.
You can almost see her,
as the house lights go down.
Her pulse rises quickly & steadily.
She'll have to breathe and ignore this.
There you see her.
Her moment to shine's arrived.
All worries are left behind.
She has a proclivity for performance.
The...
hidden behind the curtain.
She's prepared to perform her role.
She's practiced to the point of perfection.
You can't yet see her.
A divine doll for the spotlight.
But she's hidden within her own mind.
Hoping her fears go without detection.
You can almost see her,
as the house lights go down.
Her pulse rises quickly & steadily.
She'll have to breathe and ignore this.
There you see her.
Her moment to shine's arrived.
All worries are left behind.
She has a proclivity for performance.
The...
166 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th May 2012 7:45am
25th May 2012 7:45am
Status Quo ©
The fodder you feed me
has left me weak and weary.
A restless roar rings through the halls.
The news that you hear
is the new made for ears.
Will peace or fear overcome all?
Has the world lost it's mind?
Oh, what fault do I find
in the bigoted, blind status quo.
But those who feel know
the sorrow and woe
of an outcast within their own mind.
Please, just a penance
Or mighty sweet vengeance,
to fill me with vigor and hope.
Oh, the things just to numb us.
They wish we'd succumb, us
who abhor the new status quo.
...
has left me weak and weary.
A restless roar rings through the halls.
The news that you hear
is the new made for ears.
Will peace or fear overcome all?
Has the world lost it's mind?
Oh, what fault do I find
in the bigoted, blind status quo.
But those who feel know
the sorrow and woe
of an outcast within their own mind.
Please, just a penance
Or mighty sweet vengeance,
to fill me with vigor and hope.
Oh, the things just to numb us.
They wish we'd succumb, us
who abhor the new status quo.
...
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
25th May 2012 2:37am
25th May 2012 2:37am
Walk the Melody ©
Must find Cosmic Tones.
As above and so below.
Harmonizing earthly bones.
Physical things. The ringings
make up everything.
Perfect conditions for
yellow bell tolls.
Ringing in ears.
Resonating in souls.
Live the notes
and walk the melody.
That which mirrors the heaven's eternal,
but that which mirrors my rage is infernal.
Convinced heavy burdens should fall.
If I can let go, I'm sure, I'll hear the call.
I'd live the notes
and walk the melody.
Physical or invisible things. ...
As above and so below.
Harmonizing earthly bones.
Physical things. The ringings
make up everything.
Perfect conditions for
yellow bell tolls.
Ringing in ears.
Resonating in souls.
Live the notes
and walk the melody.
That which mirrors the heaven's eternal,
but that which mirrors my rage is infernal.
Convinced heavy burdens should fall.
If I can let go, I'm sure, I'll hear the call.
I'd live the notes
and walk the melody.
Physical or invisible things. ...
117 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
24th May 2012 11:33pm
24th May 2012 11:33pm
WORDS ©
You think with them , speak with them,
praise with them, kill with them.
WORDS
Express with them, conjure and preach with them.
WORDS
You scream with them, judge with them.
They cause all the sorrow, beauty,
and joy in the world.
Just like the Universe, vibrating.
WORDS
Break hearts with them.
Egos and notions, they purge.
The most beautiful and ugly things in the world.
With or without them, we're imbeciles.
WORDS
They make us and break us,
provide us asylum.
They teach us, expand us, and sometimes escape...
praise with them, kill with them.
WORDS
Express with them, conjure and preach with them.
WORDS
You scream with them, judge with them.
They cause all the sorrow, beauty,
and joy in the world.
Just like the Universe, vibrating.
WORDS
Break hearts with them.
Egos and notions, they purge.
The most beautiful and ugly things in the world.
With or without them, we're imbeciles.
WORDS
They make us and break us,
provide us asylum.
They teach us, expand us, and sometimes escape...
125 reads
8 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
24th May 2012 6:18pm
24th May 2012 6:18pm
Good Riddance, Goodbye.©
Pacify, pacify all these violent thoughts.
But betrayal keeps them burning
and it's hard to turn them off.
Crucify, crucify those that you once held dear.
Once your use for us has died,
and we become that which you fear.
All the lies, all the lies. You smile right at me,
As you ponder how to hurt us,
through passive animosity.
This selfishness, you selfish bitch,
Which you dare not even see
has turned you into something
even monsters never dream.
But this, old friend, you do not know:
How paltry you are...
But betrayal keeps them burning
and it's hard to turn them off.
Crucify, crucify those that you once held dear.
Once your use for us has died,
and we become that which you fear.
All the lies, all the lies. You smile right at me,
As you ponder how to hurt us,
through passive animosity.
This selfishness, you selfish bitch,
Which you dare not even see
has turned you into something
even monsters never dream.
But this, old friend, you do not know:
How paltry you are...
344 reads
3 Comments
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