Lunar dreams

A frosty night,
The moon shines silken, veiled in mist,
a whirling dream storm,
swallows up my mind.

I am an eagle high
above her silver mountains
Our earth a gem of rarest beauty
radiant in the sky

Chris Wy 27/11/06

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Steve.

Poems line my pockets
unpolished stones
slipping through holes,
fine fabric worn through -
my fingers try to grasp
the weight of a word,
grope the shape of a phrase,
I long to feel the edge cut
sharply against my palm,
for my lips to taste
the iron salt
drink the lifeblood
be filled with desire -
until it spills red to the page
the gift, the story
the passion revealed.
Until I am the stone
slipping, worn,
rough and unpolished.
Until the poem
imperfect -
is I.

Notelvis, aka Deb

If I could give you
The sun –
Then it would not
Remain undone –
If I could give you
The moon –
I’d give anything to see
You soon –
If I could give you
The stars –
That fill the dark night
Sky –
I’d do it in a heartbeat
And when you ask me
Why –
There is only one possible
Reply –
I love you now
And always will
And you are worth
The sun, the moon
And the stars in the sky
I’d give you them in a heartbeat
‘Cause you are my reason why.

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mm548 :o)

As I lay next to you
The words came into my head
I longed to tell you
I longed to share
Tell you I always want you there
‘Cause I think I know
Why you have this hold over me
Now
I think I know.

And I open my mouth to speak
But the words escape my breath
So I remain silent
And I’ll save my secret
For another day

You are the inspiration
That fills my page with words
You are the motivation
That drives me through this darkness
You are the shadow
That has attached itself to my body
When we are apart
You are here
In my thoughts
In my words

As I lay next to you
The words came into my head
I longed to tell you
I longed to share
Tell you I always want you there
‘Cause I think I know
Why you have this hold over me
Now
I think I know…

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mm548 :o)

There was a darkness
(Such darkness)
And a silence
(Such silence)
Until the white light,
Sharp as a pinprick
And the singing.

The light, it grew
(One light)
The song, it swelled
(One song)
Until the brightness
And the harmonies
Held my heart.

She danced past me,
The first singer.
Her high, clear voice,
Sang the girl's song.
She shook her blue tambourine
As she danced. The sky-tears
Wet her face.

He gave me not a glance,
The second singer
A boy in a yellow shirt
And slender belt.
He twisted and writhed
In the dance: the sky-breath
wailed with him.

A woman, whose rich voice
Sang of the fields
Walked stately
Past my standing
Her red dress whispered
Secret sin. Yet she bore herself
With dignity.

Snow white was the beard
Of the last man
And His voice vibrated amongst
The footings of the earth.
He alone turned
To sing to me
"Christus natus est"

They faded then
(The four voices)
They merged then
(The four lights)
Until only the one light
Only the one song
Remained


Yrmenlaf

Brotherly Love?

Let their children dig for jewels
where rainbows touch the earth!
Our riches are found right here.

Bring square and compass!
We'll raise a white washed sepulchre for Solomon
and wrap our silken threads around this land of farms and factories.
We'll build a wall of secrets
and stand behind their cross,
adorned in ivy, rubies, gold.
Lay the feast! Savour
cinnamon and clove!
Eat your fill of meats and drink the finest wines,
as they tramp, heads bowed, shivering
outside.

Chris Wy

A small man
Stooped with age
Stood frail
Against the November wind

Yet when he uncurled
His hand from his stick
Stood tall to unfurl
His salute

His heart held
Each name carved
In the stone
And a thousand more.

Yrmenlaf

Decline - Chris W

anticlyne
decline
erosion
Refraction
Children Playing
Evaporation
Vegitation
Stone walls
slate roofs
glacial lakes
drumlins

Stir in a pot
Cook a while
Savour.

Party Crasher

Knees knock.
I walk across a cobblestone square and
enter the side gate. There is false confidence
in the tilt of my chin. My fingers play
with the latch a fraction too long.
Only the fringe below the knee
shivers to betray.

A distance, an eternity, a second?
Another square of stone and ivy –
voices, laughter, mimicking fountains
a violinist at the table next, proffering a rose.
And here I am – uninvited – in your mind’s eye
the dapple of sunlight through a canopy of trees,
or the soft moss between a cobble,
a marigold nestled on your side plate.

Unsteady, I walk like a newborn colt that has
just found its legs, the world tilts you toward me.
I have arrived like the girl in a Bogart movie,
my fingers twist cloth at the table edge
and I wish to God I could take your order, but I’m
no waitress - my tongue tied into a knot of
cherry stems.

Your eyes full of quiet surprise,
the motion of your wrist mimics a maestro
taken aback by a sudden change in tempo,
motions me to sit. Symphonic composition
dissolves into the chaos of jazz,
chill of wrought iron against thigh,
dry reed against moist lips.
And even though I don’t, I do. I know every
language for a single word although
neither one will say it. Our knees touch.
Only a shiver at the table hem betrays.



notelvis aka Deb

Through the shifting seasons
I have seen,
Autumn brings the colours
of the rainbow in each leaf,
the first frost and crisp clean air,
the winter's snow burdening the trees.
The buds rise,
Spring is here.
Summer is only a short time away,
but myself i prefer winter
and the hope of snow that it brings.

wushu.

Pots clang and lids clatter;
steam powered alchemy
flavours the air.
tomato, cilantro onion
and pepper Notelvis
conducting the choir of scents,
measures, with careful abandon,
ingredients for the spell.
garlic, rosemary, lemon and thyme
Trump of doom rattles
from the egg-timer:
the oven inferno disgorges heaven
onto a plate.

Kamala.

The sun rising
In the early morning
I know somewhere
You see it too
You
The man of my dreams
And beyond
And I envy the sun
As it is close to you
It touches your skin
The skin I long to touch
You breathe it in
As I long to breathe you in
I sit still
And shut my eyes
Feeling the warm heat
Knowing you feel it too
Maybe this is our only connection
But only for now
One day we will wake
And we will face the sun
Together.

mm548.

A poet spoke
Nonsense words
A babble of sound
That had no use to me
Except to make the hairs
On my neck
Stand on end.

Yrmenlaf.

seagull

Scraggy bogbrush chicks
Peck parent beaks
Until they vomit
Half eaten chips
Into the nest

Yrmenlaf.

Blast

Here is an artistry:
Weeks of precision holes,
A month of calculating charges,
Then a moment of prayer,
To whatever gods they have
Then press the button
The building folds
In a flag of white dust

Yrmenlaf.

seagull land

The screams of the gulls
into the Atlantic blast
carry the sound of the sea
through the town,
and echo off the crags.
Those uncanny fixed eyes
paired with cruel beaks
and buffeting claws
seem less sinister
as the gale tosses scraps of feather
through the raging air.
Almost, we can pity those lost souls,
those inhuman minds
in their frail cages of bone and muscle.
Until with eldritch shriek
the bastards nick your ice-cream.

Kamala.

Conditional

On these conditions:
That the mist drenches the Pennine hills
That the water collects in chattering rills
That the streams merge, gather together
To mighty rivers that flow for ever
Towards the great North Sea
I will love you

Yrmenlaf.

I remember that night, when the stormcloud that concealed
The promising stars was rent: was torn by thundering fire;
Was split by angels singing, by the jubilant heavenly choir.
Dancing heaven on earth, proclaiming God revealed.
We raised our faces from the earth, and left the rain-soaked field,
And danced, lamb happy to Bethlehem, to seek the reeking byre,
I brought a lamb from the sacrifice, redeemed from purpose higher,
To play, soft, by the baby's feet as by the manger throne I kneeled
And I read that day of Abraham, when his promise stood unsealed;
Lost in the blade of a cold steel knife, lost in consuming fire;
When his raining tears of grief hid the stars that he would sire;
And how he worshipped with heartfelt praise at that sacrifice repealed.

This God, he sent a spotless lamb to save the son of Abraham
What promising stars does He foresee to send His son to save my lamb?

Yrmenlaf.

Black bird
Bright eyed
Sings for the dawn
Dainty Day's eye
Pokes through the lawn

Yrmenlaf.

An agitation of heels:
She steps from the pool
Of the streetlight
To the black.
Glancing behind,
She does not see
He has quickened his pace.
__________________
Child-small she seems to him,
Despite her elegance.
She steps out
From the safety
To the darkness.
He glimpses her fear
And quickens his pace.
__________________
They converge
The black-clad lady
And the man.
From streetlight
To moonlight
Her face beckons
He quickens his pace.

Yrmenlaf.

Seven notes
Seven days
Seven ages of man
And on the octave:
The eight day
Who knows?

Yrmenlaf.

Poet chris - a bouldering

Preposterous Tales
Slime sprayed walls in ghostly grey
A lonely skylight signals distant day
Ocean waves, irrepressible
Rush into this dismal hole
A millennium crowd of stallions
Cheering for Wales
I cross the chasm, friction’s edge
And spy an even darker cleft ,
dripping all my nightmare fears.
With every move, my task to bridle melting mind
trust the un-trustable , doubt the un-doubtable
Inch by inch, step by step
Testing, resting, testing, moving
An hour? An age? I cannot say
I find relief in belay’s warmest welcome
With pounding heart and sweating brow, I call
My patient friend below to climb
You cross the self-same chasm, teeter, slip
Arachnoid suspended, a fragile thread
Silhouetted ,
The whirling maelstrom , stallion no longer,
but viper striking at your heel
Up the thread, your prussiks take! Go!
Inch by inch, step by step
To waiting friend, relief at night’s dawn
Subsiding tension, pint at hand
Now just another epic to be told
Just another gripping story for the road
Hopefully the last!

something wrong here

Theme: fire, by Mm548

If food is love,
Then eat,
If music is love,
Then play,
If laughter and tears are love,
Then laugh and cry together,
If fire is the passion of love,
Then let it burn,
And don’t let the flame die out.

3 petals

That's the one I shall choose first.



Three Petals

He would recreate her endlessly
Once, as he spoke
he slowly covered her naked body
with the petals of wild orchids

Petals on her eyelids
a delicate sleep

plucked from their
moonlit stems
blossoms parted
parted and closed

until there was
nothing

nothing but her shape
her scent
a crush of wild orchids
tangled where she lay

notelvis
aka

Deb

Las estrellas entornan sus párpados azules una vez y otra vez.

Garcia Lorca

Lost in mist on Pen Y Fan

Can you hear the Roman Legions marching,
drumming shields and shouting latin curses
at writhing hoards of Ancient Britons,
their white robed priests screaming furies?

Trembling heather? Shadow’s flicker ?
Through the mist a craggy fissure forms.
Druidic runes, carved on moss capped stones.
This place where history’s march is broken,
the secret gateway through the mist of time.

"Imbibe a mistletoe and mushroom brew.
Break an amber amulet lay pieces in the dew.
Catch a shaft of silver moonlight, cast it on the shards!
Smear woad – pure blue .
Dance, naked till you’re spent and wait! "

The mist begins to clear.

Clashing swords and shining shields.
Death’s harvest yell is heard
as a Roman javelin
pierces your heart!

Chris Wyatt Oct 2006

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