Submissions by LillyoftheValley
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
A Love Lost
They say "if true love is found you should never let it go;"
Contrary to this common belief--
Love should be let go to bask in relief,
A star's slight tinge as we look up in the nights sky--
Patiently awaiting its return,
When loves lessons have been learned.
Contrary to this common belief--
Love should be let go to bask in relief,
A star's slight tinge as we look up in the nights sky--
Patiently awaiting its return,
When loves lessons have been learned.
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Seven
I was seven the day I died;
Reborn to bear witness
To the devils that hide--
Who sometimes come disguised
Unforeseen...it was my home in which he resides;
A fraudulent patriarch sent from the dark
To disband his malevolence--
He who only preys upon innocence,
Unprepared for his arrival
I could not escape that evil criminal.
So, consumed by despair,
With only my weight to spare,
I surrendered to life's entropy;
Truths unbridled and untold,
...
Reborn to bear witness
To the devils that hide--
Who sometimes come disguised
Unforeseen...it was my home in which he resides;
A fraudulent patriarch sent from the dark
To disband his malevolence--
He who only preys upon innocence,
Unprepared for his arrival
I could not escape that evil criminal.
So, consumed by despair,
With only my weight to spare,
I surrendered to life's entropy;
Truths unbridled and untold,
...
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Mona Lisa
A state of repose--
Withdrawn,
From thy nose
Red rose;
Contingency adorn--
Extends swiftly,
About the palm
A choice to dispose
Rues of blue ruin
Before all else,
Thrown silk--unrefined
Lay me down.
Withdrawn,
From thy nose
Red rose;
Contingency adorn--
Extends swiftly,
About the palm
A choice to dispose
Rues of blue ruin
Before all else,
Thrown silk--unrefined
Lay me down.
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Happiness
Revere in a man whose voice
Holds strength of hand
A silence in which I rejoice--
Treasure beyond the manned.
Let me grip the wings of he
And ride the Journey of the free,
So that the Ash in the clouds can bury me.
Take me away to the black agate unseen,
Below the line of frost and time--
Enabling the sight of my rhyme.
To capture my prize,
Thee eyes of my affection,
My undying need to fathom--
He who owns me, objection?
A blank sheet of paper to write his reflections,
Without stress, in lieu of his actions.
Remember...
Holds strength of hand
A silence in which I rejoice--
Treasure beyond the manned.
Let me grip the wings of he
And ride the Journey of the free,
So that the Ash in the clouds can bury me.
Take me away to the black agate unseen,
Below the line of frost and time--
Enabling the sight of my rhyme.
To capture my prize,
Thee eyes of my affection,
My undying need to fathom--
He who owns me, objection?
A blank sheet of paper to write his reflections,
Without stress, in lieu of his actions.
Remember...
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Daddy
...the past in maiming us,
makes us,
fruition
is also
destruction".
--Frank Bidart: California Plush
A word that comes to mind--
Dissonancy?
No, wait!
...Divergency?
Oh! Nevermind!
I can't remember
I always get my words mixed up,
Ahh who cares!
"It's in the past " they say.
I want to meet "they"--past--they say
And ask them why "they"--past--they say...
Returns regularly,
Yeah?! eh?
I know. It Doesn't make sense.
...
makes us,
fruition
is also
destruction".
--Frank Bidart: California Plush
A word that comes to mind--
Dissonancy?
No, wait!
...Divergency?
Oh! Nevermind!
I can't remember
I always get my words mixed up,
Ahh who cares!
"It's in the past " they say.
I want to meet "they"--past--they say
And ask them why "they"--past--they say...
Returns regularly,
Yeah?! eh?
I know. It Doesn't make sense.
...
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April's Showers
April showers which is often thought...
Springing forth 'May's flowers'
The Sunflower is exemplary--
Each drop of rain that is sought
Feeds the fire, Oh! His own desires!
But for he--only rain, precedes hours...
'Crawling up the beds' of flowers
To proclaim April's watery plane
Tongue to face which has brought,
A sweetness in May, in which he devours.
Springing forth 'May's flowers'
The Sunflower is exemplary--
Each drop of rain that is sought
Feeds the fire, Oh! His own desires!
But for he--only rain, precedes hours...
'Crawling up the beds' of flowers
To proclaim April's watery plane
Tongue to face which has brought,
A sweetness in May, in which he devours.
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