Most Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Traced through intentions
This unmet day promises
No less than the crest arrived on
No more than sidewalk chalk

I'm looking for the rainbow arched
Above troubled waters
I'm looking for my souls
Dream of that far away
City of gold
I'm looking for that
Darkened cloud that
Never sheds a tear
I look and I wonder
By some magical
Whisper of life
I look for a perfect
Love
Some place to lay
My weary tears
I look for the crown
Of life everlasting
I am but a humble
Slave waiting for
The kiss of God
I await for the
Touch of what
Cannot be
Imagined
I yearn for your
Salvation
Fantasy cannot
Save me
But my love
Is everlasting
It is..
Never ending..

Cafe

American poet

I spent monday
just walking through town
searching for solace
but none could be found

the wind whistled arias
clarity true
I dreamt of a vessel..
she turned into you

my eyes coarse from labours
blinking through mists
a tangle of conflicts
my hands sleeping fists

I spent tuesday morning
down at the yard
searching for magic
for some fated card

it's then that I saw you
pitched in the muck
neglected by everyone's
concept of luck

I spent all of wednesday
smoothing the deck
washing salt tears
from the grooves
of your neck

I ate in your wheelhouse
I slept in your aft
people that knew me
considered me daft

I watched thursday morning
select it's new hue
it mirrored your essence
but only I knew

the grief of good friday
rose with the tide
that day in the chapel
when you were my bride

so I bury my rage
in the virtue of toil
in the place
where you float
'tween the sea and the soil


(for Vanessa)

oneline now!
Hope I catch you
Before your seven
O'clock date
Hope you've considered
Your possible fate
Hope you see, you might
Be the bait
Hope you cautiously
Walk through his gate
Hope you get this
Before it's to late..

Everybody's talkin' bout a
New day, ya don't say
I'd say, he said, she said..
Everybody wants a tax
Cut, thinner butt wish
You luck!
Everybody wants what
They want, and they
Want it now like
The golden cow
They wanna new
World with three
Chickens in the pot
They'll pay fifty cents
Cause that's all
They got
They wanna one
World this
A one world that
But a more brutal
Force showed'em
Where it's at
Killing in the streets
Take what ain't yours
Walk the streets at
Night and solicit
All the whores
Wave your flag
With passion
It's truly the
Trending fashion
Hide your children
From abduction
Ignore a bloody
Seduction
Break every law
That can be made
The devil makes
The trade
Rock& roll drugs
Sex and TV
And sports..the
God of the ages
Crucify the preachers..
Mock all the sages
Maybe some politician
Will save us from
Doom
Maybey reality will
Hit us soon
Kneal down..find
A god
Start a war
Save a slob
Curse your neighbors
On election night
Destroy the world
Because..You
Were right!
Cafe

"Genesis"



Life is born amongst us here, unceasing and always relevant...
we see it with every breath...the crest of the Sunflower so bright,
the unstable footing of the newly born fawn,
the erratic patterns of the Dragonfly.

Ah yes! Even death is but a moment in time, subsumed by the life it replaces...
a doorway perhaps ~ a fortuitous return to what was, only much more....
and even to return to this sacred place...this grove of wonder and splendor.
Through three valleys and seven gates...I remember it all , across glade and spring...
from just below the timberbreak...I see her now.

I've been here before.... to be sure!
Between the hedgerow, she pauses, smiling, welcoming me back once again.
Looking into the heavens, she points me to their path....Luna, Orion and Sirius...
Majestic movements, witness the silent hum of the oribits above!
The music of spheres ring true tonight my friend ~
Under the mosaic of the heavens ... we dance...
the perpetual dance of the the evening sky reflected in her eyes...
...we dance...


Gregory Sexton

~ ~ ~ ~

Little lamb that she was she wanted
Nothing more than to breathe a
Sigh of relief and fall fetal within
The protection of his powerful mane
She finds no fear of the night
Resting upon the paws of her king
For she knows the jungle creeps
Quiet within the scent of the Lion
The lamb looks to him and
Grazes in green pastures no
Longer fearing the violence
Of the storm
For she knows the power
Of his strength..
And love

Cafe

If there were days enough...
I would learn this Dance,
to dance with you.

The flood light .... the sunrise...
like Icarus - we ascend to the heavens,
like Icarus - only to fall to the earth again...
and again.

This is my dream...
our feet shifting the dust,
ancient and coarse,
cold and splintered planks, worn and true...
do they selfishly hide the passion and words from years past?
Or simply crude constructs of oak...and yew.

Another stage to attend Sir Will!
where genius rings true...
and the plagiarist is found and scorned.

Gnostic flames (our path embellished)
illuminate our face,
certain to displace the darkest of shadows...
while leaving enough to hide our scars,
and portend any claim to grace.

This is the Dance,
when steps and twists and turns,
left us both to chance,
and we knew the Light never to leave...
while the wax and wick....contorts, spits and burns...

Much like this Dance.

gs....

Ok.. Hiding from us guys is not working out.
It's an Irish ploy right?
Lol
Cafe

if I could hold
the quill of truth
over the page
of unfolding story

and hold it still
and let the page itself
write the words of your
defining glory

if I could read
your name
in the vast
retreating sea

and follow the tides
in a raft made
from the bones
of you and me

but whilst waves
comb the sand
of the fragile breath
that you release

war minds wait
in the long grass
as foil
against your peace

if I could watch the candle
reflected in your eyes
that lights
the table beside your bed

and see that light
in constant fight
against the dousing tears
you shed

I would pray
with actions
outside the gate
of all you hold

most true

And guard from devils
and unworthy men
the very thing
that makes you You.