Last Commented Allegory Poems (898)

Visions of the Goddess have danced in my head
She writhed and twisted as if I had her abed
The shock of awe was nothing to dread
She has filled my dreams as water on the “bled”
Now her magic fills me in her stead
Leading me onward where cowards have fled
Lading me with verse no others have said
For the gift of her blessings my life I’ve plead
To share this bounty even after I’m dead.

I crossed the bridge of sanity
I stood there, feeling invincible
At the crossroads, eternity one side
The other leading to liberty

Sympathy I had not asked for
Nor was I terrified at all
For I carried the sword of lost illusions
With it I could ignite lightning

As I peered through my telescope
I could see the ocean in the distance
And was wonderstruck by the vision
It seemed the sea was on fire

You could see the gleam in the sky
As if reflected by flawless mirrors
So bright that the sun was dulled
Hazy around the edges and losing clarity

How long I stood there I have no idea
I had to shake myself to awaken
My mind had somehow gone numb
It was intuitive that I chose straight on

While I still had illumination I camped
Sleeping beneath the starry sky
Trying to count the infinite stars
Seeing the dancing flame of my fire

In my sleep I could fantasize
About the thrill of being immortal
Although I knew it was delusional
And the feeling was evanescence

As I awoke I felt alive and serene
Even though I was faced by a strange man
Who appeared to be translucent
It mattered not, I felt totally fearless

I wondered if this was my muse
Sent here somehow to heal me
To ease the cyclone of spectrum
And finally give me closure

I took a stroll on a wet November day
following a track down to the byway
there was a pile up causing a long delay
nearby some heaps of trash left to decay
rumbling sounds as I cross the tramway
then down the steep hill to the walkway

Into the park where i watch the children play
rain soaking me through, my hair in disarray
hangs down in threads, like papier-mache
when I get home and dry off, I sit and watch the bay
warm and cosy I drink my tea, watch the spray hit the quay
a blustery day with heavy showers, I decide inside now to stay

Rolling down the dusty unmade road
Over the rackety bridge we rode
A slow trickle of water under it flowed
Driving on even though the road narrowed

Tranquillity not at all overshadowed
Room to breath without feeling harrowed
Inner paths stretch leading to the highroad
Places now flash by, some of them hallowed


written 08/18/2013

He was chasing the white dragon
as he sat puffing on his hubby bubbly
soon he was afloat in a world of dreams
not a care in the world for his family
who would, again, go hungry this night

He sat squandering his and their lives
carried of into obliquity by the heroin
his two daughters crying with hunger
still he puffed on, lost, lost to them all
consumed by the white fiery dragon

An addict to the power of the drugs
forever lost to their grasping clutch

written 08/07/2013

I find myself drawn to pen and paper, suddenly,
I have no idea why, but, I decide to give it a whirl and see what comes through…

I love you, I love you, I love you,
Is a refrain that has been drumming around in my cranium these days…,
Love who?
Love what?
I have no idea…

Aloneness has been a constant companion of mine for a couple of years now,
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I’m not lonely,
Heck, I’m surrounded by people,
Yet, I feel alone,
I feel as if I’m in a bubble, a reality that I’m loath to share with others, lest I seem like an eccentric[ha, ha, as if I already don’t have that label ],
Why just yesterday my intimate partner called me:-
A misanthrope, and Antisocial,
The funny thing is, I was not at all offended,
I just smiled at her, not self-righteously, ‘cause she’s kinda right,
Often the wounds of the past manifest themselves antisocially in me and quite misanthropically[id est, I have a vicious tongue, I don’t get physical, please, don’t misunderstand…, lol… ]…

I love you, I love you, I love you…
Where are you dear divine?
I love you…
Would you please draw closer to me?
I love you…
Would you please ease my pain?
I love you…
Would you please lighten my atmosphere?
I love you…
Would you please dance with me, dear divine?
I love you…
Would you?

I love you, I love you, I love you…

Never cross over to
the other side
The side of the dark
world
Where anticipated desires
Will be met with deaths
deception..and a soul
killing
Never cross over I say
For you shall surely..
Die!

Sit back and listen to the music
let it flood over you stirring your soul
as you listen to the oh so haunting notes
close your eyes and drift away on wings

Each note so sharp and crystal clear
what need for words as you hear
angel's wings beating up high
sails flapping aimlessly

As circling the dying ship
The albatross sweeps the sky
Hear the whoosh as he passes
the sounds of dead souls cry out

Ah Mr Fleetwood you inspire me
as I hear the hauntingly lovely notes
telling the story without words
just letting the notes speak for you

written 07/28/2013

Glowing in loves hold

Rain tenderly touching me

Crossing mountains peak

My love is still waiting for you,My heart is still aching for you,But I'm afraid that you are forgettting. If you only knew,How much I care for you,You wouldn't be forgetting. That smile that use to be isn't any more for me. I'm afraid that you are forgetting. That love is fading in your eyes,I know those restless taunting sighs,Oh! I'm afraid that you are forgetting.