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if you dare
but heed my warning
please beware
for inside
you’ll find buried there
thoughts to make your mind aware
with tales of love
and dark despair



Angel

I once knew an angel;
Girl I need to tell you this
for you may think that angels,
are creatures full of bliss
Let me tell you sweetheart,
they are not like that
Confused down here; in disarray;
more like an alley cat

Sweet as sugar when we met,
innocence portrayed
Inside, hidden from my view,
something quite depraved
Her beauty so ethereal;
I never could describe
But that was human beauty,
not her other side

Was she here for a reason;
That I will never know
unlike our dreams of angels
pure as driven snow
Thought I'd be in heaven;
instead we entered hell
Never thought an angel,
would know it quite so well

I once knew an angel girl,
Let me tell you this
If we ever meet again,
I'll beg for one more kiss





Temptation

Languid puma flexes
No trace of city stress
Flared; short; oh so hot
Red the mini dress
Offerings tempting
Urgent buttock bare
Desert heat
No relief
Magnificent sweet peaches there
Jazz delights
Perfect sights
Swirl of skirt
Flash of white
Innocence betrayed by light
Temptation clawing
Touch those perfect curves
Another dance
Another chance
Epiphany observed
Languorously sensual
Tarantella teasing
Bright white thong in buried bliss
Begs a predatory kiss



Leavings

Whore without a heart of gold
night hung quietly arrogant
Among the trees an icy breeze
rabid as some mad disease
flaunting and how decadent
an anxious mother seeking
In mad delight
bequeathed twilight
a charnel house of reeking
So
I sit and shiver
as elegance betrayed the day
one final chance that come what may
an arrow from the quiver
of shaking hand won’t understand
the damage in its aiming
Virgin’s blood on withered thighs
will reconcile the maiming
Can you
Delighted
An avid birthday child
just once assuage the burning rage
within me running wild




Capitals

Canyon deep those glassine walls
reflecting in the light recalls
the shattered dreams of those who dared
Alas; the city never shared
and beaten now they slink away
midst memories of better days

Through all this; the city
Urgent; seething
without pity
reaches with its silken ties
to change before more hopeful eyes

Promises of wealth and riches
buried innocent with glitches
tossed in there in purest spite
to the cities mad delight

Temptations offered
some refused
others horribly abused

Effortless the city lies
strengthening those silken ties
turning them to hardened steel
‘til the nightmares
somehow real
with joy
grasp enraptured minds
happy dreams now left behind

So innocence is truly lost
city grows
at what a cost
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jan 2010
About this poem:
This is where I will add bits as they dribble out
Please feel free to add what ever you like
I just dont see the point in seperate pages for each poem

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longte
Too Easy

In that abattoir of the spirit
whispers of beauty fill my soul
Sandalwood reminders
renewing me
to keep me whole

Breathing stenches everywhere
Taints of envy and of greed
Forbidden lust
Hopes as dust
Angry is the urgent need
that spreads
malignant
a hookers empty eyes
Shattered dreams reminders
nothing can disguise

I watch the other fools
who think the city cares
from euphoric fantasy
plunge into despair
Guilty as those teeming hordes
slice my slab of bloody meat
Jealously protecting it
until I deign to eat
Then realize
in horror
I am just the same
That whisper turns into a roar
Bloated now
I slip away


Shipyard

No longer do the bottles;
champagne into painted steel
explode in joy with marching bands
trumpeting a hulls release

Cranes;
like busy herons,
feeding in a crowded pond
now stilled silent guardians;
where truly none belong

Ravens do not hover now;
lunchtime chaos dimmed
Rats have fled the sunken ship;
outlook surely grim

Vandalised office space
comforts shattered locks
Rusted pythons of thick links;
fade into the broken docks

Brown the stains of discontent;
joyfully they spread
Beehive for the mariners;
but the queen is too long dead

Watchman,
through bottled eyes,
overproof to fight his loss
From tiny shed bewails the dead,
remembering the cost

Memories of his childhood;
the mighty ships they built
Drunken rage cannot assuage,
what is forever spilt

Circumstances change,
with tidal ebb and flow
In misery one job remains,
where thousands used to go

Bottle dark;
another swig;
time to take the walk
Silent sentries
stand above
if only they could talk

Religiously
unfaltering
wanders through the ruin
Bottle waits
Uncaring
Knows he’ll be back soon
..
longte
Laughter

Drifting in the twilight, it finally came to land
Was the gentle breezes, that brought it close to hand
Somehow in its innocence, it let us understand

In the silence of the field, death had held his reign
Muffled sobs from wounded men, echoing their pain
Giggles from the several; who had gone insane

The coughing bark of mortars, no longer filled the air
Dying screams, shouted orders, long had disappeared
We had been relieved, no longer should be scared

The land where we were fighting, it was not our own
Desperate was the battle, to protect a town
Now we were enraptured, by a simple sound

For a sound; a strange sound, echoed through the glen
A sound that should be absent, from this world of men
A sound that we had thought, we'd never hear again

A trickling of laughter, from houses down below
Children’s voices giggling, wafting cross the snow
Giving to our empty hearts, a satisfying glow


..
longte
Laughter

Drifting in the twilight, it finally came to land
Was the gentle breezes, that brought it close to hand
Somehow in its innocence, it let us understand

In the silence of the field, death had held his reign
Muffled sobs from wounded men, echoing their pain
Giggles from the several; who had gone insane

The coughing bark of mortars, no longer filled the air
Dying screams, shouted orders, long had disappeared
We had been relieved, no longer should be scared

The land where we were fighting, it was not our own
Desperate was the battle, to protect a town
Now we were enraptured, by a simple sound

For a sound; a strange sound, echoed through the glen
A sound that should be absent, from this world of men
A sound that we had thought, we'd never hear again

A trickling of laughter, from houses down below
Children’s voices giggling, wafting cross the snow
Giving to our empty hearts, a satisfying glow


..
Katfight
I think your poems are fantastic! That's some pretty good dribbling peace
longte
Thanks
I simply found it a bit disconcerting to keep seeing all those broken heart/shattered dream/oh dear I hurt/When will they love me/etc etc poems on here when there are so many other reasons to write

Have FUN
peter
longte
Old Photograph

forgetful of all hope in light
no stark reminder here
that photograph in colour bright
forgiving all our fear
they rearrange in subtle ways
by morphing into gentler days
they rearrange
they rearrange
as red and blue just fade to greys

forgetful of all hope in light
at last we understand
as minions of doubt take flight
right there within our hand
beauty lies in other skies
blinded man with open eyes
beauty lies
beauty lies
'til finally we realise

forgetful of all hope in light
sepia is bleeding
our doubt in doing what is right
feel the pallor leading
to destiny we seldom see
for rainbow bright can never free
to destiny
to destiny
requiring elegance to be

..
longte
Dear Diary

It was blank, that page, before our meeting
shiny white and virginal, unlike us
no pen, lead, or rubber marks; simply pure
unblemished as they say, whispering

No folds or creases mark it, unlike us
where damp suggestions hungrily play
amidst the havoc of our yesterdays
and tomorrow's lone confessional

That solitary page, one of thousands
but ours alone, together with the rest,
unlike us; who seek lovers privacy
while baying to the crowd, oh look at me

now crushed and torn, laid waste, so like us
it was blank, that page, before our meeting




Year of the tiger

as water drips from kunai grass before that temple so folorn
one solitary butterfly colours bright ignites the dawn
savouring its freedom, forever questing for a mate
flitters power amidst the flowers wild upon the gate
that forever hangs unmoving, forgotten for so long
before that lost and empty shrine haunted by the song
of yesterday, of childhood, of sanctity, of loving priest
of withered claims where none remains, secular at least
where darkness lies malignantly within an ancient crypt
butterfly no longer flies for here we face another script
of fragments of a vision there, of pieces of a jigsaw laid
scraps indeed hide the need and bloodlust thus betrayed
sections flicker in and out, never once a picture whole
until they come together to cauterise your soul
camouflage has freed at last the tiger watching in the dawn
as water drips from kunai grass before that temple so folorn
longte
watching our fantasy take flight
in those gentle breezes drying
within that whispering twilight
hearing curlew softly crying

once our spinnaker is filled
with our true course alibiing
innocence the blood now spilled
hearing curlew softly crying

in insanity tendered
passing force ten in its prying
serenity surrendered
hearing curlew softly crying

raw screaming of the hurricane
for the devils eye was scrying
as our cycle starts again
hearing curlew softly crying

joined in whimpering delight
with the kamikazi dying
devils minions take flight
hearing curlew softly crying

oceanic gods reviling
watch them gathering and trying
with Kahaneloa smiling
hearing curlew softly crying
longte
Bunaken


fragments float
imbued with arbitrary innocence
of course
individualy isolated
one page or another
scrawled across
or lying pure and naked to the eye
where zephyrs do not play
in some idolatry of spirit
but real
myths of memory die
in cyclonic rage
emerging
some sweet and perfumed goddess
to lay before you
unblemished
as the lotus eaters cry
with the hint of frangipani on their tongues
jazzy75
longte - I enjoyed reading your poetry. Thanks for sharing thumbs up
trurorobonline today!
some good stuff in there my friend!!
rob
longte
Trung Tam

bar girls hover
demented butterflies in drag
maggots at a wedding feast
inviting emptiness and relief

we live
don't we
perhaps for this moment we do
or was it THAT moment

There is a sound
or is it a sound
more a silent rush
as bullet hungrily meets flesh
and you don't bother screaming MEDIC
for you already know

Chuck and Charlie bought it
their impregnable castle
based on ghetto blaster and china white
crashed and burned

our eyes say nothing as the worm turns

bar tab grows
beer and shot

Demented
Perhaps
memories of arc light
of Puff the Magic Dragon
naked jungle hill where the gatlings splayed
stumps of trees and men and friendly fire

beer and chaser as the bar girls hover

Sky pilot
richly decked in some foreign belief
hovers patiently with his coke and prayers

10am as Siagon stinks
richly sticky foetid stench of rot and damp moving tiredly in the wash of useless fans and dripping sweat

Our god
behind the bamboo bar as lord and master
worries over nothing
we merely seek oblivion

cold hard man in a safari suit grimaces in silence
trapped within his falling dominos

Naked child screams from the door as the MP's move in
until they see the twitching worms of madness in our eyes

bar girl hovers closer
hunting barracuda
much cuter than she was five hours ago
..
.
longte
restless rogue
it slumbers
sometimes
a whiff of sulphur
a tremble in the jungle
monkeys scream defiantly
birds circle once
life goes on
plantations reach ever higher
hot springs gurgle down the slopes

restless rogue
it slumbers
once
Krakatoa also slept
..
.
longte
Illusions
In the river of lost loneliness
empty dreams lie as waste
mirage of faded loveliness
once so sweet now acrid taste

empty dreams lie as waste
joy is long forgotten
once so sweet now acrid taste
truly at the bottom

joy is long forgotten
no more that love of life
truly at the bottom
encouraging raw strife

no more that love of life
black water in a black lagoon
encouraging raw strife
empty as a pale void moon

black water in a black lagoon
blank the chords on music score
empty as a pale void moon
forever reaching out for more

blank the chords on music score
mirage of faded loveliness
forever reaching out for more
in the river of lost loneliness
..
.
Parking Lot

Jagged jerking neon barbs
remorseless hunting dogs of night
caged within themselves
grim custodians of light
flickering adventurers
gaudy whores of garish bars
Levantine the dancers
needles hunting out new scars
bottled Aphrodite
cellulite and painted hair
reflections on a tainted lot
leading to nowhere
..
.
QuietStormF
Some very moving and beautiful poetry you have shared here.. A pleasure to read..thanks teddybear bouquet
longte
Farewell

Will you stand beside my crypt
as grim custodian of right
whose razored tears once well swept
these steps unto the monks delight
will you seek my essence here
in rots sarcophagus
of tainted meat in haunted air
and bloodied empty husk

I seek not your platitudes
in some infantile weeping
rearrange these attitudes
let your hopes come creeping

For you see I am not there
how could I be that one
I am the perfume in the air
the warmth of autumn sun
or gently cooling zephyr
and raging waterfall
the tantalising offer
that children may recall
of magic in the twilight
glinting shadowed eyes
dragonfly in dawn light
and frivolous surprise

Connections

Bright green eyes in firelit face
snarling white 'til gone; no trace
connections in white feathers red
grimly taut the lessons led
wildlife dies in hidden cries
hunting canine terrifies
ignored within the national park
slinking red infects the dark
until one night in settled land
bloodied feathers understand
cross connecting ebbs and flows
exacerbate the farmers woes
furtive fox enjoys his lot
domestic blood connects the shot
..
longte
Flutterbye

unrimed by fate or frozen waste
where desolation surely fell
in memory sweet to my taste
that butterfly I once knew well
no flutterings in gorgeous hue
kalaidescoping rainbow bright
instead another point of view
deeper than that darkest night
imagined in my senses where
I hide too much in disarray
exhibiting no trace of fear
quite happily it came to play
amongst the rags and tatters
cleansing away all pain
now nothing really matters
empty pen will write again
longte
Answers

weaving shells
of nation or family or self
forgetting why we wove them
terrified of breaking free
we make them inescapeable
forgetting
forgetting how beautiful our wings could be



bowing low I tremble
for there in righteous dignity
futures curl in rich content
in that epitome
of music played and drunken oaths
of poison in the autumn air
of gay abandon in the pipes
and liberty so sweetly fair
in tea, in fruit, in blessings sought
in sacrifices laid
in bounty richer than the rest
and beauty thus portrayed
therefore I salute you
who welcomes winter perfectly
carving out tommorrow
under the elder tree
longte
Chase the blue

Cauterise malignancy
banality of living greed
sanctified humility
in the need for speed

Delicious throaty rumble
warning cough into the air
levis dark leathers black
challenging despair

Brown the hue of servitude
city so enclosing
freedom screams in purple dreams
pity unexposing

Emptiness now offers
yellow flames for use
abased beneath those coffers
we spurn that self abuse

Seek the red - so comforting
so decadently rich
throttle bled wheels thirsting
boredom's such a b*tch

Freeway - lifeless concrete snake
slithers out of sight
hunting blue we partake
in endless rushing flight

Desperate for the clarity
the sanctity of blue
screaming joy upon our toy
together we come through

Screech of pedal scraping metal
sparks and orange plume
now we reckon death may beckon
hovering too soon

Avoid his kiss to enter bliss
spit into that skulls grey face
primal needing is our feeding
reality is left no trace

Tortured sounds now surround
peace within the blast
final feeling too revealing
found the blue at last
longte
Witch

Because my life had struck a hitch
I thought I might become a witch
Pissed one night I asked the barman
Where can I find the local sharman
So many wonders shown to me
I can't explain the ecstasy
as those spirits entered me
[it seems that rum will set me free]
[truly without hippocrisy]
So many years [or was it hours]
until I attained full powers
Now I wander in delight
proclaiming all is peace and light

Oh dear Mother [aspect one]
You've been there since time begun
Welcome to our gathering
[aspect three is slavering]
here on earth am I proclaiming
so much rubbish in your naming

If you pay me for the chance
I'll do my really powerful chants
I will defeat the mighty dragon
[if you'll only pass the flagon]
Listen well for I have spoken
[after payment with a token]
Offer me your credit card
I'll cast your spell [its not too hard]
for snake oil salesmen such as I
see the wanting in your eyes

If the spell don't work first time
pay by Paypal or on line
Please don't worry about my greed
as prancing shamans have their need

If you're doubting of my skills
I roam throughout your dreams at will
[how I love those purple pills]
make sure you add me to your wills

I'll prattle on in diatribe
[be glad your wallets open wide]
As our gathering gains in power
late into the witching hour
you will see my chants have spoken
[OOPs I think that one may be cloven]
wish I knew who I was calling
now under my spell you're falling

Whose that calm one over there
OH NO:: A real witch in my lair
Methinks I'll quietly disappear
longte
I once dreamed of feathers bright
a bird of paradise
of sweet perfection in my sight
yet fate had thrown new dice
before I knew what I could do
my helpless desperation grew
before I knew
before I knew
I watched as away it flew

I once dreamed of feathers bright
in whisper's lullaby
no nightmare offering me blight
but rainbow touching sky
within one kiss of velvet bliss
which both of us have come to miss
within one kiss
within one kiss
there could have been an end to this

I once dreamed of feathers bright
to lose my will that way
in tunnel now a blazing light
begs following today
turning around again around
until that golden fleece is found
turning around
turning around
this joy in song without a sound
longte
Masquerade

Music,,,, Warm,, Enticing,, Begging me to play
Dragging my unwilling feet, into the Masquerade
Face that covered mine, somewhat stranger than before
No hint of recognition, as I walk in the door

Vampire visage to my left, Cleopatra to my right
Where is Julius Caesar?? Alas,, he’s not in sight
Werewolf with a wicked snarl, dances with the Queen
Mermaid with a flashing tail, such a sight to see

Vixen gives a welcome nod, most enigmatically
Heart skips for a moment. Was the nod to me??
Shy at first, we start to dance. Then let the music flow
As our rhythm comes together, now we let it go

Dancing for, and with each other, in a crowded hall
Knowing with a certainty, we have got it all
Feel her move into my arms, wiggle while she’s there
Fleeting touch upon,,, a taut toned derriere

Nipples hard, like tiny nubs, against my back are pressed
No brassiere at all, lies beneath the silken dress
Eyes are shining brightly; see no more of her face
Not a hint of anything, of features not a trace

Teasing as we dance,, together now we blend
Knowing this moment,, too soon will have an end
Every movement that we make, spurs the other on
Riding of the Valkerie, Dying of the Swan

Music fades, we still dance; mesmerised, as one
Touching, moving, playing; having so much fun
Then we hear the silence; no more music played
Kiss her hand; wave goodbye; leave the Masquerade



........
longte
A Serious Look at Chivalry

Where have the tales of chivalry gone to from these pages?
Tales of Knights and Maidens fair and Magic through the ages
It seems the Knights are resting or maybe gone away
The field is now the Dragons.... If we want to play
Maybe we will play the game and speak of something new
We will speak of chivalry; from a Dragons point of view

Dragons are a fearsome lot... or so the stories say
Awesome teeth wicked claws and breathing fire all day
If that was all there was to us then surely you would find
Dragons would no longer, come easy to your mind

When Merlin needed wisdom he went into his cave
He went to visit Dragons... not to Knights so brave
And look how many Virgins came knocking at my door
Just hoping for a Knight to come; so they could see some sport

The Knights would don their armour and clamber on their steeds
Then wander through the countryside bragging of their deeds
Think what sort of Hero a Knight could really be
300 pounds of armour soon brought them to their knees
Yes they lived the purest lives... It could be no other way
To try and get their armour off took them half the day

If a "mighty armoured Knight" ..more through luck than skill
Slew a "fearsome Dragon" he'd want to show his skill
He would cut the head off and parade it through the town
But think of when the battle was the other way around
and the "mighty Knight of chivalry" lies roasted on the ground
What can the Dragon do with the morsel he has found?

We’ll try to look at this from a modern point of view
You have no can-opener and a tin of Irish Stew
..
..
longte
Katherine Gorge

above us now funereal
a citadel bewitches night
blackened shadow over all
majesty revealed by light

under southern cross deflection
shades absorb this evenings blight
where the blinded seek reflection
majesty revealed by light

mute tremblings in feelings past
our gods may giggle in delight
nightmares vision fading fast
majesty revealed by light

a place so few have ever been
as dawn encroaches into sight
in pink and green so seldom seen
majesty revealed by light

many hues burst into view
kalaidescoping gentle might
bewilderment of colours true
majesty revealed by light
longte
Diagram One

Prelude in Ursus Minor

one solitary star
so very very far away
alone
it burns with truth
messages flow
branded in light
seemingly cold and dead
yet bright
bright with life that lived
once
with knowledge that lived
once
many eons ago
when life there was sweet
they offered us
in light
that perfect composition
so few hear

that solitary star
dim in heavens gate
shows the truth in paths
others see too late

Diagram Two

steel
so sharp
so hard
so pure
will shatter
iron will bend
until then
there are no tomorrows
longte
now be my dragon of delight
in opalescent shimmering
my spectral vision in twilight

as living rock a shivering
open the casket of my dreams
in opalescence shimmering

unmindful of the peasants screams
uncoil your majesty of wings
open the casket of my dreams

with all the sanctity this brings
reject the emptiness of day
uncoil your majesty of wings

as far beyond the stars we play
to joust amongst the farthest skies
reject the emptiness of day

imagination surely lies
now be my dragon of delight
to joust amongst the farthest skies
my spectral vision in twilight
longte
I once dreamed of feathers bright
a bird of paradise
of sweet perfection in my sight
yet fate had thrown new dice
before I knew what I could do
my helpless desperation grew
before I knew
before I knew
Watching it as away it flew

I once dreamed of feathers bright
in whisper's lullaby
no nightmare offering me blight
but rainbow touching sky
within one kiss of velvet bliss
which both of us have come to miss
within one kiss
within one kiss
there could have been an end to this

I once dreamed of feathers bright
to lose my will that way
in tunnel now a blazing light
begs following today
turning around again around
until that golden fleece is found
turning around
turning around
this joy in song without a sound
longte
Li Bai
Chinese form 5 syllable end rhyme 1/2/4

haunting destiny
butterfly I see
within golden cage
never to be free
sweetlyscented1
WOWWWWWWWWWWWWW your an amazing poet, you need to get published, thankyou for sharing them, they were very touching indeed.

kiss
longte
Circles

mythology a dying phase
forgetting tommorow
as endless petty doubts erase
travesty of sorrow
uncovering in mindless bent
futures where our past was sent
uncovering
uncovering
rich darkness as our now is rent

mythology a dying phase
as moon and sun unite
contemptuous of doubts they raise
while day turns into night
confusion in a chrysalis
our many ways of seeing this
confusion in
confusion in
panic is born of natures bliss

mythology a dying phase
priests will heed their calling
to all the old gods arms they raise
deify this falling
in one moment is forever
for humanity will sever
in one moment
in one moment
when our future seems like never

......

Feel free to add poetry/comments you like
This is supposed to be a fun place to play
Peter
longte
Her Diary

Shreds of golden paper fell
along with her face
Just a book
empty
but for the lock

So pure
as yet unsullied by life or ink
immediately forgotten in the hunt for CDs and make-up

We knew??
Of course not for who knows a teenagers mind
We know now
hindsight our nightmare
Those pages
They knew
Glorying in every word

Pristine but powerless once
they pulse in anticipation
Her whorls and whirls screaming

Once
Krakatoa looked virginal

Now
delighting in the agony
of
each
single
sheet
we burn
impaled by her many shades
longte
Sea Wolf
dont gaze at me and wonder why
while I tease the morning
the glory of that bloody sky
seeps across the dawning
may burning rage turn one more page
kaleidescoping through each age
may burning rage
may burning rage
reward the efforts of this mage

dont gaze at me and wonder why
my truly fractious child
or offer me an alibi
in the call of the wild
once unspoken is my promise
hidden within a vipers kiss
once unspoken
once unspoken
my silent offerings of bliss

dont gaze at me and wonder why
in my epiphany
for here my soul will surely fly
forever to be free
an entrecote in blazing pyre
this miracle is one desire
an entrecote
an entrecote
then finally to build a fire
longte
coiled into herself
she glistens in the moonlight
buttock bare
long flank there
ebony the frame of hair
portrait of delight

.where is her spirit now
that blazed fiercely above
ridding pain
to remain
ecstasies final refrain
fingers in a glove

contented in her sleep
lissom in her gleaming
filled the ration
of her passion
eroticism is her fashion
deep inside her dreaming
.




obsidian in brittle flakes
a falling feather will you scream
when only ghosts may ever pass
much crazier than any dream
while promises are broken glass

one facet in each crystal shakes
into the myths of history
that charlatan who never flew
unfolding in lifes mystery
a teachers pet who always knew

tears lonely desolation makes
while tennants of your fear appear
as tumbleweeds inside your brain
in grasping for one breath of air
are guiding psyche through the pain

tears lonely desolation makes
unfolding in lifes mystery
one facet in each crystal shakes
into the myths of history
obsidian in brittle flakes
longte
Too Late
As a forgotten scarecrow
memories blow far away,
tomorrow finally through
falling into yesterday

Residue of lost power
once the flower of our youth,
yet this song will surely tell
ennui shall hold the truth

May the circle form the dance
of life of chance, passing years
may leave your spirit flying
ever crying useless tears

Greying hair into twilight
finally night winds will blow
to offer your final lot
as a forgotten scarecrow
longte
Thuban
Whimsically masterful
etchings in dry stone proclaim
Sumeria has fallen
now no memories remain

Carving deeply into jade
creatures of raw fire in flight
union of catastrophe
vanishing into twilight

Red droplet gently falling
dragon tears of ruby hue
Draco shines no longer
revelation shining through

Miles from any where
perceptions child is lost
phoenix weilding empty key
forgetful of hatreds cost

Fading myths of memory
as though a saint has sinned
legends fall through history
whispers haunt a lonely wind
longte
Can you feel something is amiss
Can you feel waters salty kiss
Breathing water you can feel
Touching you from head to heel

The dragon king has lived for years
And you are now inside his tears
So as you roll down from his eye
Wonder; why does the dragon cry

Ever since the dawn of man
He’s been the leader of his clan
A dragon strong, proud and cold
His skin a burnished bronze and gold
His wings so strong and yet so light
In his red eyes the lust for life

Once he was man’s fiercest foe
Now he sits and cries alone
The alchemists have gone away
The wizards too have had their day
The knights are dead the damsels too
Imagination’s been run through
By the twisted sword of fate
For gone is love what’s left is hate

Only love can make a dragon fly
So now he sits alone and cries
Amenda
Your poems are too long for me to understand very well, but the first stanza below really made me shed tears...can't say clearly why...

For a poem, different people have different feeling...for me this short passage really very very beutiful and sad...I do shed tears at the moment...

Sinserely wish you can meet the angel again and never let her out of your embrace....sigh crying

Angel is not easy to find in the world, hope you treasure her gentlyteddybear






Angel

I once knew an angel;
Girl I need to tell you this
for you may think that angels,
are creatures full of bliss
Let me tell you sweetheart,
they are not like that
Confused down here; in disarray;
more like an alley cat

Sweet as sugar when we met,
innocence portrayed
Inside, hidden from my view,
something quite depraved
Her beauty so ethereal;
I never could describe
But that was human beauty,
not her other side

Was she here for a reason;
That I will never know
unlike our dreams of angels
pure as driven snow
Thought I'd be in heaven;
instead we entered hell
Never thought an angel,
would know it quite so well

I once knew an angel girl,
Let me tell you this
If we ever meet again,
I'll beg for one more kiss
longte
now you may think I am a guts
to fill my belly up with nuts
but you can take this as my word
just as a squirrel makes his hoard
I will be here cheeks so full
each time I feel that nutty pull
when pecan nuts on pecan pie
or salted cashews catch my eye
a vacuum cleaner I will be
deep in the throes of ecstasy
but even then I'll take no rests
[will chestnuts give me bigger breasts]
on seeing wallnuts will I squall
no bugger that I'll scoff them all
that presidential nut the pea
I shall inhale in gluttony
on fine and hard mighty brazil
on every type I wreak my will
now not too close I cannot stop
and pretty soon I feel I'll pop
longte
one simple question asked of me
if you bleed do you live
as therein lies raw tragedy
with nothing left to give
may I explain how sweet the pain
you mortals in your bleak refrain
may I explain
may I explain
that difference you shan't attain

one simple question asked of me
as if I'm human kind
I need not rules to set me free
nor open up my mind
deep inside a widow bride
are thoughts of me uncalcified
deep inside
deep inside
four horsemen at my will shall ride

one simple question asked of me
my heart within your hand
in murmurings humanity
will never understand
one single glitche a nightmare b*tch
ripe moanings of a rabid itch
one single glitche
one single glitche
in falling light know I am witch

one simple question asked of me
as now I greet the flame
too blinded you will never see
nor truly know the game
our pages turn as you all yearn
in fantasy you cannot learn
our pages turn
our pages turn
so leave me to enjoy this burn
.....
longte
West of Java

I feel your heart beat precious one
tentatively calling
in silver moon or white of sun
expectations falling
you set no store in blood and gore
eternal waiting never more
you set no store
you set no store
a lioness begins to roar

I feel your heart beat precious one
that tremble deep inside
when everything is said and done
offer one final ride
now scream for me in ecstasy
as only you can set them free
now scream for me
now scream for me
to teach man true mortality

I feel your heart beat precious one
pulses growing stronger
in dead of night begin your fun
we can wait no longer
in raw thunder is your wonder
seeking never gold or plunder
in raw thunder
in raw thunder
very air is torn asunder

I feel your heart beat precious one
so fervent your desire
delicious is the lava run
how glorious your fire
screams filling night to your delight
in chaos pouring from your height
screams filling night
screams filling night
their agony precludes all flight

I feel your heart beat precious one
raw scything ash and flame
your cataclysm has begun
let's play the final game
malevolence sweetly intense
no mercy now and no pretence
malevolence
malevolence
reclaiming all with violence
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