Allegory Poems (898)

'Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends, we're so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside...'- ELP, Karn Evel 9, 1st Impression, Pt 2,1973



There is a Casino hopeful souls attend,
Seven million souls all looking for
Something
Or someone

'Place your bets and take a chance;
-Another spin coming soon'
A voice does say

The spin is taken;
Many lose
A few fortunate ones
Shout for joy
And leave the Casino
Arm-in-armTheir chips cashed in
Happy at last
In love

The spins never end
The losers never stop playing
All wanting that one
Elusive win

With a lucky spin of hearts
So wild and high
They will never need to return
To this casino
Of lost souls

All looking for love
In a World gone cold
With its own loneliness

One day I'll put my poems in proper order -
Until then, you must now bear with me.
Making sense of my life's general disorder
And to write on until I become free.
The stories that I paint with my words were
At one time true - as you will come to see.
Bit by bit, by means of each digression -
Compose the whole (in full) my life's confession.

The World these days is not in proper shape -
The basic fact there are too many people.
Too many souls for destiny to rape
As we gather like timid mice beneath the steeple.
The wine is spill'd from life's fermenting grape
To blast the Godhead with this heady tipple
Which lays us to ruin, and from whence -
We call this our life's experience.

And these experiences I now gather -
Each is a little vignette of its own.
Read them all (or none) if you'd rather -
It's something that I never will disown.
I'm proud of my verse - I am the father
Of all I write and gather like a gown
About me as a blanket - woven stars
Poetry's not a prison - rhymes not bars.




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All that we
are
The sum of
the soul
The joy and
pain
The living and
the dying
Is recorded as
a living testament
within the
countenance
A mirror
of innumerable
reflections..
character..
At times, glancing
through the windows
of the eyes..
At others, a gesture,
a pose, a half
hidden smile
Telltale signs of
an entity born
of blood and
sririt
Yet whose habitation
is veiled to
itself and hidden
under the wings
of eternity
Yet, how does
one survey so
vast a panoply
of mind and
spirit when
the soul yields
not its secrets
readily
The soul may
reveal to the
disinterested
passerby a
momentary face
of stone
while to others
the key to its
inner universe
is offered with
a smile
Who can know
it?
Perhaps the tears
of a mother fall
through doors for
which there is
no key..save the
master locksmith
To gaze intently
into a face
To look
To turn away
then look again
And alas!
The face of a
thousand sorrows
have vanished,
and the visage
of a settled
contentment befalls
you
Strength molds the
chin of the
father
The frolic of
indecision flush
accross the faces
of undying youth
The never never
land of children
will be summoned
by the nature of
time and character
will awaken them
to become warriors
The face of the
moment is characters
living clock where
minutes become hours,
days, and years..
and years bow to
to the dust as
all flesh must
And who knows
that character
will not sit
in columned halls
of the master
locksmith..

August’s knocking with rain at the pane – soon it’s school once again,
Soon it’s autumn and yellow umbrella – time to early get up.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.
Burrow face into these rainy torrents, streaming down the pane in a current,
Take this all the way as it is – nothing more to expect.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time.

Don’t be sad in the fall when remembering summery days,
Past the one year mark, well you know, they are back once again.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.
As it is make a friend of wet weather, of a gloomy and gray rainy daylight,
Let alone those cold drops on the windows on autumnal days.

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.
It’s just autumn …
It’s just autumn …

It’s just autumn, don’t fear, don’t fear,
It’s just autumn and showers from morn.
It’s just autumn and twilight’s at eight,
And playing of wind for the thirteenth time.

It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn for the thirteenth time,
It’s just autumn …

One little word is all it takes
to make a point, dictate our fate
To build a bridge or close a gate
Encourage, deflate
To give, to take.

To cut, to sew
Detach, deface, embrace
Destroy, repair .

Ditto Touché
Come what may....
Choose words carefully
Be mindful about what you say

Winds howling whipping tearing their way thru

Currents strengthening swelling with their pride

You yes you begging from release from lies

Damn them they will not have a place to hide




Moonlight shining on darkened battlefield

Yellow glow caressing imperfect man

Looking up appearing at the angel

Justice had been served not as he had planned



Looking in the mirror what does one see

Is it true you or has it been revised

To see ones self with blemishes and all

Is freedom from having to fight the lies



To ones self it is so easy to lie

In the end truth is with us when we die




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I feel like a person engulfed in a bog
With no inclination to take myself off.
The bog is alluring, drawing me down,
In ruthless persistence I'm bearing down.

No one can arrive for the rescue of me,
I am the one who could get out and flee,
I am the one who could get myself clean
Out of this mire, should I have such scheme.

No such scheme, I prefer facing risk,
I know there is nothing to hold me adrift.
The bog will entice me in perilous grip,
I'm falling a victim of dangerous whim.

My love is enticing and bearing me down,
I've fallen its victim, I'll never get out.
I'll stay stupefied and forgetful of mind,
I'd rather I perished, if that is my price.

I live in a trashcan
on a cold alley street

Amongst all the garbage
with sores
on my feet

Oh, You've walked by,
mabey a time
or two

Handed me a dollar
So kind of you

Today, you spoke,
and we talked
awhile

You asked, 'Do I
know you?..
with a curious
smile

'I've heard that
voice
seems long ago

'Pardon my asking,
just wanted to
know..'

I raised and
smiled, and you
steadied my fall

Its been so long,
you may not recall

But when you were
small..just a little
girl

You were my
baby
My precious
pearl

But darling, things
went wrong
Your mom so sad

The broken man
you hold..

Is your own
sweet dad..

Some times I will dance by myself
Searching for a lover that was lost
Carelessly many times in the past
Dropped like a coin in the water
A leaf pushed offshore by a breeze
We let each other go and drift away
When we stopped loving each other
We decided not to show we cared
No matter how hard we tried
We just couldn’t get it right
That part... that ‘''character’''
That crosses in the same orbit
Like two souls dancing alone

(c) yankee4you 2015

On any given day you
Might be touched..
I stir my own ink in
A rusty old pan
A cocktail of ancient
Lore, mixed with the
Delusions of modernity
As I stir I tease the eternal
Verities to the surface of
This visionary stew
I fill my quill with this
Anomalous mixture
I roll out the parchment
That shall receive the
Indictments I inscribe
Upon it
I gather my thoughts
From the dungheap of fools
And from the wisdom of
Spirits held captive
And although my audience
May slumber between the
Pages of time
The clockwork of their
Dreams ever tick to
The final hour
On any given day
We shall awaken