Submissions by LeMuseNoir
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
When it comes to writing poetry- I am rather like Mark Twain- for I tend to "follow the cat of inclination".
“The Night Afore Christmas” or “A Visit From Grandma”
Twas the most important night of the whole yuletide-
And not a critter was stirrin' in the whole double-wide.
We youngin's was tucked in, and pretendin' we was sleepin'-
But we really was awake and our watch we was keepin'-
To hear the arrival of good ol' St. Nick, out in the dark
When he guided his sleigh into our trailer park.
Ma was puttin' the final touches to her special fruitcake-
Pa had drunk a whole twelve-pack and was pretty much baked.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
We ran fer the winders ta see what it was, was the matter....
And not a critter was stirrin' in the whole double-wide.
We youngin's was tucked in, and pretendin' we was sleepin'-
But we really was awake and our watch we was keepin'-
To hear the arrival of good ol' St. Nick, out in the dark
When he guided his sleigh into our trailer park.
Ma was puttin' the final touches to her special fruitcake-
Pa had drunk a whole twelve-pack and was pretty much baked.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
We ran fer the winders ta see what it was, was the matter....
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"Le Front Brillaunt" - a lesson in life and archaic French
There lived a knight in days of olde-
Most noble and gallant.
His heart was pure- his manner bold
They called him “Le Front Brillaunt”.
Pure of heart and gentle of mien
The epitome of romaunt -
Mighty of arm and nimble of brain
The noble “Le Front Brillaunt”.
Of hubris he nothing knew –
He was humble and bien-pensant
His soul was pure as the morning dew
The virtuous “Le Front Brillaunt”
His daring deeds known far and wide
From shore to far piedmont-
No plea for help would be denied
By the heroic “Le Front...
Most noble and gallant.
His heart was pure- his manner bold
They called him “Le Front Brillaunt”.
Pure of heart and gentle of mien
The epitome of romaunt -
Mighty of arm and nimble of brain
The noble “Le Front Brillaunt”.
Of hubris he nothing knew –
He was humble and bien-pensant
His soul was pure as the morning dew
The virtuous “Le Front Brillaunt”
His daring deeds known far and wide
From shore to far piedmont-
No plea for help would be denied
By the heroic “Le Front...
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TO A LOST LOVE - An Homage to E.A.P.
Desolate the path which I have trod, driven by some dark and pagan god-
Whose primeval powers have the ravages of grief-stained time withstood.
Steep and twisting was the path, with whispered secrets and guttering laugh-
Driving me on, and ever deeper, into the sable-shadowed wood.
Where close-cloaked demon memories lurk- glittering eye and sharp-toothed smirk-
Where lambent light of ancient moon is raked by gnarled and twisted branch.
And keening zephyr's ululation gives susurrus voice'd imitation
Of some faint, echoed, lamentation of...
Whose primeval powers have the ravages of grief-stained time withstood.
Steep and twisting was the path, with whispered secrets and guttering laugh-
Driving me on, and ever deeper, into the sable-shadowed wood.
Where close-cloaked demon memories lurk- glittering eye and sharp-toothed smirk-
Where lambent light of ancient moon is raked by gnarled and twisted branch.
And keening zephyr's ululation gives susurrus voice'd imitation
Of some faint, echoed, lamentation of...
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SHADOW SONG
Take my hand when the world grows dark and all around fall shadows deep,
Wrap me in your loving arms and soothe me gently into sleep.
Bathe with kisses my weary eyes and with gentle phrases calm my mind,
Within the sanctuary of your heart let me some sweet respite find.
And I shall do the same for thee, when the world too weary weighs
So shall we pass the dark of night, and await the coming of brighter days.
Wrap me in your loving arms and soothe me gently into sleep.
Bathe with kisses my weary eyes and with gentle phrases calm my mind,
Within the sanctuary of your heart let me some sweet respite find.
And I shall do the same for thee, when the world too weary weighs
So shall we pass the dark of night, and await the coming of brighter days.
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The Pipes Are Calling
Oh, the pipes - oh, the pipes - they are calling me home-
To a castle that stands high on a hill.
How I long to see that place - feel the warm sun on my face -
For I'm tired of this valley and its chill.
And from the tower room you can smell the heather bloom -
And can watch the falcon racing through the sky -
And my heart longs to stroll through the heather on the knoll-
And my soul with the falcon longs to fly.
Oh, the pipes - oh, the pipes - they are calling me home -
To a place where the crystal waters flow.
Our time is at an end, fare...
To a castle that stands high on a hill.
How I long to see that place - feel the warm sun on my face -
For I'm tired of this valley and its chill.
And from the tower room you can smell the heather bloom -
And can watch the falcon racing through the sky -
And my heart longs to stroll through the heather on the knoll-
And my soul with the falcon longs to fly.
Oh, the pipes - oh, the pipes - they are calling me home -
To a place where the crystal waters flow.
Our time is at an end, fare...
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4 Comments
A Celtic Lullaby
Now is the ending of the long, bright, day-
Deep in the shadows the fairies are at play.
Rest your weary head here in my arms-
I will keep you safe from harm.
Lullalu- lullalay - Lullalu-lullalay
Sleep now beloved at the ending of the day.
Far in the darkness hear the Night-bird as she sings-
Scattering the stars with the fluttering of her wings.
Sleep beloved, close your drowsy eyes-
While I and the Night-bird sweetly harmonize.
Lullalu-lullalay - Lullalu-lullalay
Sleep now beloved, at the ending of the day.
High in the...
Deep in the shadows the fairies are at play.
Rest your weary head here in my arms-
I will keep you safe from harm.
Lullalu- lullalay - Lullalu-lullalay
Sleep now beloved at the ending of the day.
Far in the darkness hear the Night-bird as she sings-
Scattering the stars with the fluttering of her wings.
Sleep beloved, close your drowsy eyes-
While I and the Night-bird sweetly harmonize.
Lullalu-lullalay - Lullalu-lullalay
Sleep now beloved, at the ending of the day.
High in the...
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4 Comments
Stream of Consciousness -3a.m.
Talking with a friend stirred up the ghosts
Converation as can opener
Breaking the tight vacuum seal
Placed there "for my own good"
By a brain too timid and a heart too tender
To truly understand absence
Daylight seems safer than night
Or perhaps just easier
More distractions
Easier then
to "Pay no attention to the men behind the curtain"
Ghosts fear the day
Or perhaps I do
So I work harder at avoidance
Of
Obvious and uncomfortable
Truths
Denial as sundial
- wry smile -
In a blue sky
Sins burn...
Converation as can opener
Breaking the tight vacuum seal
Placed there "for my own good"
By a brain too timid and a heart too tender
To truly understand absence
Daylight seems safer than night
Or perhaps just easier
More distractions
Easier then
to "Pay no attention to the men behind the curtain"
Ghosts fear the day
Or perhaps I do
So I work harder at avoidance
Of
Obvious and uncomfortable
Truths
Denial as sundial
- wry smile -
In a blue sky
Sins burn...
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For M'Lady On Her Birthday
From far-off vista in the East
There comes a glorious roundelay
Of chitterah, lyre, and reeded flute.
And such sweet music do they play
That all in nature doth stop and list'
In wonder, at its musiked bliss.
And then there comes sweet voic-ed songs
Which gladsome notes the peaks prolong,
By sending back the echoes sweet.
And so the wondrous sounds repeat.
With gladsome roister and fulsome mirth
The glorious troupe with hyms rejoice.
With cymbal crash and tabor beat
With joyous and exalting voice,
In rapturous joy they carol...
There comes a glorious roundelay
Of chitterah, lyre, and reeded flute.
And such sweet music do they play
That all in nature doth stop and list'
In wonder, at its musiked bliss.
And then there comes sweet voic-ed songs
Which gladsome notes the peaks prolong,
By sending back the echoes sweet.
And so the wondrous sounds repeat.
With gladsome roister and fulsome mirth
The glorious troupe with hyms rejoice.
With cymbal crash and tabor beat
With joyous and exalting voice,
In rapturous joy they carol...
139 reads
5 Comments
TURNING SIXTY
or
A Gal - A Gremlin and a Kamikaze Hippopotamus
It will happen soon
I can feel it in my bones
As inescapable as time
As unavoidable as fate
SIXTY!
Oh yes, it's coming
I can sense it in my soul
Can almost smell it in the air
It's coming all right
SIXTY!!
Thank God
Not Years
Not age
DEGREES!
Rite of passage
Rite of spring
Gal pal - Deb
Gremlin - car not creature
Hippo
Beanbag toy on dash
By the name of
"Uhdgee Bhudgee"
- Hey, we all have to be named something -
First warm day...
A Gal - A Gremlin and a Kamikaze Hippopotamus
It will happen soon
I can feel it in my bones
As inescapable as time
As unavoidable as fate
SIXTY!
Oh yes, it's coming
I can sense it in my soul
Can almost smell it in the air
It's coming all right
SIXTY!!
Thank God
Not Years
Not age
DEGREES!
Rite of passage
Rite of spring
Gal pal - Deb
Gremlin - car not creature
Hippo
Beanbag toy on dash
By the name of
"Uhdgee Bhudgee"
- Hey, we all have to be named something -
First warm day...
334 reads
8 Comments
Self Examination with Slight Recrimination
Dedicated to - Know Thyself - for reminding me that the "who" is just as important as the "why"
I took apart my clockwork head
To see what makes me tick
Examined every nut and bolt
The large- the small - the thin and thick
Tinkering with every single cog
From large to lilliputian
Searching among mechanical stuffs
For spiritual solution
Springs and axles
Sharp toothed gears
All in gleaming array
Tight wound springs of hopes and fears
Hardwired into my days
I started in to probing
With fingers...
I took apart my clockwork head
To see what makes me tick
Examined every nut and bolt
The large- the small - the thin and thick
Tinkering with every single cog
From large to lilliputian
Searching among mechanical stuffs
For spiritual solution
Springs and axles
Sharp toothed gears
All in gleaming array
Tight wound springs of hopes and fears
Hardwired into my days
I started in to probing
With fingers...
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On the human skull who sits on the shelf overlooking my computer
Deadication - For my favorite "zenmind headskull poet- Dan X
There you sit - day after day-
I suppose I take you a bit for granted
But I suppose that can't be helped
Been together almost thirty years now
You and I-
Which makes you -- I suppose --
My single longest successful relationship
--- sigh ----
And yet I know so little of you
I know - of course - how you
Came to be with me
Christmas gift from my friend
Barre
Found you- according to him
In a small out of the way
Junk shop in
Chicago-
And he has never...
There you sit - day after day-
I suppose I take you a bit for granted
But I suppose that can't be helped
Been together almost thirty years now
You and I-
Which makes you -- I suppose --
My single longest successful relationship
--- sigh ----
And yet I know so little of you
I know - of course - how you
Came to be with me
Christmas gift from my friend
Barre
Found you- according to him
In a small out of the way
Junk shop in
Chicago-
And he has never...
191 reads
4 Comments
Lines for Paul
Oh my poor sad Quixote
I fear dolorous times
For you
Poor mad La Mancha
The arms of the Inquistion
Are long
Their judgements harsh
And their dungeons
Deep and cold
Though not I fear
As the one
Where you already dwell
She was not saintly Dulcinea
Nor sinful Aldonza
For both are gone
Long and long
Lost in the mists
Of time and memory
Sad knight errant
your vision now
Not dream
But nightmare
Only Sancho left
Who cannot excuse
Nor heal
But can understand
That dreams
With their radiance...
I fear dolorous times
For you
Poor mad La Mancha
The arms of the Inquistion
Are long
Their judgements harsh
And their dungeons
Deep and cold
Though not I fear
As the one
Where you already dwell
She was not saintly Dulcinea
Nor sinful Aldonza
For both are gone
Long and long
Lost in the mists
Of time and memory
Sad knight errant
your vision now
Not dream
But nightmare
Only Sancho left
Who cannot excuse
Nor heal
But can understand
That dreams
With their radiance...
92 reads
4 Comments
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