Submissions by glimpsesoflucidity
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
LOVE POEM
Published
1st Aug 2014 10:04am
1st Aug 2014 10:04am
The escape artist and the fire blower
To the left she stood, pondering her way through the maze.
He was to her right, his mouth birthing fire.
Her approach, flawless, every move calculated.
His callous, singed hands left nothing to aspire.
His fondness for fire she could not comprehend.
Her armoured approach always showed him new shores.
She is the yellow Sun that he feeds off.
His blueness she inexplicably adores.
Unable to fit in each other’s shoes, they bathed in each others glory.
Drawing life, strength and inspiration.
As the circus went on, they realised....
He was to her right, his mouth birthing fire.
Her approach, flawless, every move calculated.
His callous, singed hands left nothing to aspire.
His fondness for fire she could not comprehend.
Her armoured approach always showed him new shores.
She is the yellow Sun that he feeds off.
His blueness she inexplicably adores.
Unable to fit in each other’s shoes, they bathed in each others glory.
Drawing life, strength and inspiration.
As the circus went on, they realised....
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LOVE POEM
Published
14th Jul 2014 7:56am
14th Jul 2014 7:56am
Coming home
On a mountain high as the heavens,
there bloomed a precious flower.
Drenched in yellow beauty it stood,
with deep crimson shades of power.
The fragrance wafted, enchanting the world,
although many looked for it, it was never found.
Out in the open, there for all to see,
yet none had the vision to recognise the beauty abound.
A lifetime of waiting ended with a moment of truth,
a wanderer came closer, drawn by the glow.
Such a sight he had never seen before,
his eyes lit up, the fragrance dealt another blow.
Reeling,...
there bloomed a precious flower.
Drenched in yellow beauty it stood,
with deep crimson shades of power.
The fragrance wafted, enchanting the world,
although many looked for it, it was never found.
Out in the open, there for all to see,
yet none had the vision to recognise the beauty abound.
A lifetime of waiting ended with a moment of truth,
a wanderer came closer, drawn by the glow.
Such a sight he had never seen before,
his eyes lit up, the fragrance dealt another blow.
Reeling,...
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UPBEAT POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 1:03pm
2nd Jun 2014 1:03pm
The Union
Blessed by existence, life springs forth.
Nothingness gives way to abundance.
A path is laid out by destiny.
Amazed by the world, it explores, grows.
Learning to live, it surges ahead, determined.
The journey is merciless; the lessons are many.
It suffers, learns and evolves.
Shells of apprehensions and precautions are formed.
True reflections, few and far between.
Trust becomes the biggest gift of all.
Consciences yearn for kindred spirits and hearts await release.
Then, in a bright flash, Blue and Yellow break through...
Nothingness gives way to abundance.
A path is laid out by destiny.
Amazed by the world, it explores, grows.
Learning to live, it surges ahead, determined.
The journey is merciless; the lessons are many.
It suffers, learns and evolves.
Shells of apprehensions and precautions are formed.
True reflections, few and far between.
Trust becomes the biggest gift of all.
Consciences yearn for kindred spirits and hearts await release.
Then, in a bright flash, Blue and Yellow break through...
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LOVE POEM
Published
2nd Jun 2014 1:02pm
2nd Jun 2014 1:02pm
The Oneness of Two
Twin souls, forever dualities.
They melt into each other, forever apart.
Entwined by destiny, a favour too late.
Parallel lives run asunder.
Pushed together by the torn apart.
Dreams set free, tied up by desire.
Blinded by thirst, sated by a vision.
Eyes open to the closure of reality.
Trusting the Deus that walks beside Diabolus.
They melt into each other, forever apart.
Entwined by destiny, a favour too late.
Parallel lives run asunder.
Pushed together by the torn apart.
Dreams set free, tied up by desire.
Blinded by thirst, sated by a vision.
Eyes open to the closure of reality.
Trusting the Deus that walks beside Diabolus.
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FICTIONAL PROSE
Published
18th Feb 2014 8:48am
18th Feb 2014 8:48am
f**ker
I think you should inform your loved ones. There isn’t much time.”
Loved ones. Of late the anger and disgust rose up in him every time someone used the term. It wasn’t fair. Why should you be expected to love people only because they’re related to you? Especially when there are others far more worthy of that love. Or some semblance of it. Well, not love, maybe concern. Cousins, uncles, aunts, distant relatives, brother’s daughter’s husband’s friend, first cousins twice removed, second cousins thrice removed, slaughtered buffaloes once licked, hungry dogs twice patted, irksome pigeons...
Loved ones. Of late the anger and disgust rose up in him every time someone used the term. It wasn’t fair. Why should you be expected to love people only because they’re related to you? Especially when there are others far more worthy of that love. Or some semblance of it. Well, not love, maybe concern. Cousins, uncles, aunts, distant relatives, brother’s daughter’s husband’s friend, first cousins twice removed, second cousins thrice removed, slaughtered buffaloes once licked, hungry dogs twice patted, irksome pigeons...
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STORY POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 10:14am
22nd Dec 2013 10:14am
R.E.M.
Painstakingly carved out of thin air,
The premise is whimsical.
What may or may not occur,
Is oft the only principle.
Conjurings are made, such a glorious tirade.
Eyes light up at the thought,
When impossibilities come forth.
No mind is given…or taken,
When rabid pupils start to froth.
Disdainfully real, almost ethereal.
Stages move on, shows stay the same,
There seems no end to this journey of visions.
At the end, it’s the cliché that sticks out,
These things are not known for making provisions.
There is so much to gain…but...
The premise is whimsical.
What may or may not occur,
Is oft the only principle.
Conjurings are made, such a glorious tirade.
Eyes light up at the thought,
When impossibilities come forth.
No mind is given…or taken,
When rabid pupils start to froth.
Disdainfully real, almost ethereal.
Stages move on, shows stay the same,
There seems no end to this journey of visions.
At the end, it’s the cliché that sticks out,
These things are not known for making provisions.
There is so much to gain…but...
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LOVE POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2013 10:13am
22nd Dec 2013 10:13am
The Dilemma
From whence shall I wrench memories,
from whence shall I find the source?
When fibers of your being swallow my soul,
there is no need for a discourse.
Togetherness is a mere excuse;
separation was never a quandary.
There never were two to begin with,
For being one was the cause of misery.
Dedicated to that wizard of heartstrings, Rumi.
from whence shall I find the source?
When fibers of your being swallow my soul,
there is no need for a discourse.
Togetherness is a mere excuse;
separation was never a quandary.
There never were two to begin with,
For being one was the cause of misery.
Dedicated to that wizard of heartstrings, Rumi.
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DARK POEM
Published
21st Dec 2013 8:11am
21st Dec 2013 8:11am
Der Schlaf
Ich reiten auf meine atem, bis es dunkel ist.
Dann ich steig ab in der nacht,
denn das licht berührt mich nicht.
Jetzt ich warte nur, liegen im Bett,
und denke auf die Zeit, dass geht.
Wenn ich schau am die Vergangenheit,
ich kann verstehe nicht.
Und so träume ich von nicht aufwachen.
Dann ich steig ab in der nacht,
denn das licht berührt mich nicht.
Jetzt ich warte nur, liegen im Bett,
und denke auf die Zeit, dass geht.
Wenn ich schau am die Vergangenheit,
ich kann verstehe nicht.
Und so träume ich von nicht aufwachen.
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