reguiny2006 Poetry (108)

Alas! long since flown Springs warm scented hours,
hand in hand with her thirst quenching showers;
unforgiving time gave way to Summer's sun, to infuse
the carnival of dawn's web drenched misty dews,
reborn from slumber, days new vibrant atmosphere
invite free migrant swallows, to flit and steer
their fleet of flight o'er the crisp blue sky,
weaving wonderment to the awe enraptured eye,
where floats the frolic wind, both bold and debonair,
intoxicates the eager pen, with brazen prowess, dare
word paint the unseen breeze in antique poetry,
Ah!, such were those days of youthful revery.

Fond Autumnal hues, now spill kisses o'er the terrain,
caressing soft the ripening fruit and golden grain,
yet warm remains the wind, that forever weaves
symphonic music, to rustle thru' the once green leaves,
embroidered by red golden tints in profusion found,
as with the coloured carpets rich seasonal ground,
such the Autumnal wealth, that in quietude bless the land,
tint textured sown, by natures creative caring hand,
as hymns of joy orchestrate her heavenly craft in praise,
an annual resolution kept in countenance, our senses to amaze,
much as celestial climes where starry magic e'er prevail
and where dance in incandescent light the comet's blazing trail.

Thus into Winter my contented soul retire,
reflecting warmth, gathered by past seasons fire,
thus I sowed and reaped the harvest of my days,
scribed my muse and reveled in its praise,
braved winds, oft whose breath ill fortune blows,
yet each gale, transient as the desert snows,
thro' life's journey endured many a weary mile,
't'is better borne, when we upon its burdens smile
along that rugged unkempt road of life, oftimes leads
to a beautiful destination, flower paved by our stoic deeds,
so, close not the curtain upon Winters fragile sun,
for dare we choose, our days can still be fun.

I must not pretend
that she is more than just a friend,
but why my heart beat twice
and quite so often thrice,
and why this loving pain,
as the blood rush through my vein,
her absence, I do not have a care,
but why? do I search so everywhere
at the laughtered softness of her voice,
I'd lie, if I said, I did not so rejoice,
but; I wish my mind and heart would agree,
that she means naught to me,
find me, some wise old alchemist,
to unravel the tangle of this mist,
but would not he, tell me,
what my heart doth realize,
when the warmth I see,
of her Autumn coloured eyes,
and all that now I realize.

From echoes past, yon distant sweet,
when innocence with convent heart did greet
the infant gems of saintly time;
those blessed days, a sacred shrine,
whence I the spangled evening rove
and thru' darkened Heaven's starlight's grove,
high trembling tones,anodyne waves display
nature's glory in treasured hours of play.
Such luxuriant flair unknown to fear,
whence grief was foreign to sigh or tear,
virgin free, potent purity would share
dreams, wooed by the heritage of care,
whose pageantry of love erupting springs
lingered soft with what imaginations bring,
unique vision that the God's allowed,
of stunning flowers to blossom in a crowd,
entwining all of Heaven's captive earth
as a garment woven, rare golden worth
would orchestrate love's flowering majesty
of radiant affections, in a glowing tapestry;
courier of smiles that never wane
upon life's lush and youthful plain,
engulfed its all amid ether's purest air.
The halcyon paradise, lofty mystique fayre
plays host to its kindred velvet shroud
of night's suffused soft sensual cloud,
released a happiness future years to feel
serenity, thoughtful dreams conceived so real,
where hopeful passion uniting all within
through immortal light, awaiting love to win
from the liberal lambency of pearly light,
embrace resplendent beams from its Princely wright.


No more, for the carrion rogue of despair
schooled cold sorrow in an awesome snare
of Man-fashioned lust promoting ills,
consumes the body,the soul with purpose kills
that childhood trust of smiling day.
Whence, want of carnal ware, takes away
dreams that gave wealth to night's repose,
leaves polluted pangs of bitterness, those
unspeakable things, betrayed, amid lost happiness,
in light-less spheres, the black abyss
illuminates, the shadowed shameful haul
of depravity's deep and sordid arsenal.

To be continued in Pt 2

Embalms rank air, personal invasion fully dredged,
oblivious to virtue by low minds deeply fledged,
sanguine passions with dark deeds, paint
treacherous solicitude with contagion haunt;
forever scarred that once was beauty dressed,
with boundless innocence, the unguarded breast
conveyed to prison's harsh isolated plight,
where ruin seized childhood's verdant right.
Thus, abandoned light indulges darkness more
with compounding poverty along its stranded shore,
bonds hateful fate to dungeons drear,
and marshals' infamy, molesting what is dear.
Deeds unpalatable, malice youth's dear shinning frame,
plough right through the blushing thoughts of shame,
loathed corruption, silent vice invade
the joyous smiles of once an infants glade.
Time bequeaths unmarked wounds, scurrilous indeed,
living scars, prescribed by evils vilest creed
of immoral joy, satanic schemes had riven,
false countless comforts monstrous given,
conveyed as love, its invidious beastly tray,
foul touching torment of perversion's sway,
hangs heavy,life's guilt and laden yoke,
with weight immence, clad as an iron cloak,
whose shackled chains of injustice, lacerate
the divinity of moral truth, then debate
scriptures for self purpose to ensue
its daily theme, primal conquest to re-new,
the honeyed tongue, the cunning voice, manipulate
chilling rhetoric, a prisoned sugar bait
by minds grown lame, sordid, sad and dire,
now loitering fangs, fuels the venoms muse
make proud the sanguine air, lust's abuse
inhale, to breathe the fired fumes again,
unconcerned, unfathomable depths' intolerable pain
often yearns for the sweeter life of death,
greater far than earth's soured breath.

PART 3 to be continued

There's doubtless beauty in plain truth,
gold spun above the stars own roof,
serving thus, make false words uncouth
that web of conceit, lace woven guile aloof,
Truth bows not down to manipulated lies,
'tis but pen scribed, by timeless poetic laws,
embodies the stoic heart, straight limb applies,
antique written, unblemished without flaws,
oft by pomposity called naive simplicity,
yet dignifies love for mans own common good,
nurturing fond realms of strong brotherhood,
illustrates well,virtues simplistic integrity,

Truths own truth, sacred, incalculable,
free life's shackles by love unquestionable

Full many a native flower here I've seen,
nestled beneath your Mountain's lush green
that breathes each breath of scent laden air,
to daily wash the hours, with unrivaled care,
cavorting clouds float here, without flaws,
like yon oceanic waves that constant roll,
that's fortune favoured beyond Man's vain control,
answering alone to Heaven's pious laws,
thus privileged scan sunsets rejoicing sky,
amplifying realms of proud nurtured liberty,
cherished Maple, heralded, flying high, espy
your forests deep where night birds sing
their overtures, like Angelic Harps finest string,
captures poetic harmonies, each note combine
soft Lydian Airs, perpetuating symphonic Spring,
thus with unfettered stride strolled thy haloed sod
of sculptured avenues, carved by an unseen God
that promotes national Pride, wrapt in facets Holy,
such unsullied joy, far beyond the ways of folly,
all live here amid the corridors of contented quietude,
unknown to spoils of war or its cruel feud,
nor seek cunning paths or Vixen's stealth,
riches of the heart, us but thy exclusive wealth.

Oh! How when young, we with arrogance untold,
thought the panacea of life was acquisition of gold,
to traverse this world with pompous air divine,
life then bespeckled, fostered through one's jeweled mine;
Oh! How life's oration taught us, how much less
is fortunes worth, than rich smiles of happiness,
thus greed we find is but rage in low degree,
when in narrow pursuit, a wider vista never see,
nor conceive the naked truth, aborted and unblessed,
walk a narrow path, each laboured footstep stress'd,
yet smiling condemn the poor, forever their empty store,
know not the dignity that emulates behind the cottage door,
who are satisfied, with free flighted simplistic things,
compares well, with constant hunger of gold waring Kings,
who divorce themselves, from the poor and happy throng,
yet with pomp and pageantry there false attire belong,
exhibit their fragile posture, begging alms of flattery,
languish blindfold, hold on tight to their transparentcy,
whilst the humble with wry smile, forever each their own,
sad the privileged rich, alas their individuality has flown,
yet in blushless conceit, they constantly request
from there low born minions,gold to keep there coffers blest,
smiling savour there ill-gotten hoard, in vain glory forever told,
that seems to illustrate the wretched impotency of gold,
thus better far, walk proud, free from chains and fetters
and cleanse the heart from greed's false letters.

Thy whispering breath breathes o'er the mountain's swell,
and caressing sweep along the green lush lowland's fell,
in full flush of day or in night's dark solitude,
oft with Warnerian power, or with Chopin's quiet étude,
wandering weave its hazy way, a dancing dream
kissing touch the rippling hillocks new sprung stream,
thus cavorts in gaiety the Zephyr's lyrical breeze,
gathers up the fragrant air, each evocative whisper tease
like as a violin that purls with quiet airs played fine
cosset the atmosphere like as embracing arms entwine
breathless travel, on Angelic soft spread silken wing,
bequeath forever, the perfumes of each scented Spring,

Thus in sightless guile weaves a wondrous spell,
Whence no poetic lines can scribe it's hues to tell.

Heaven's here in my fond garden fair,
nature's love lit spirit's everywhere,
each flower packed with artistic bliss,
blessed by Sun and Moon's opaque kiss,
oft we gaze on them, wide eyes address
those subtle tones if sheer loveliness,
such is the beauty of love laid bare
by continuous waves of scent woven care,
that dance amongst the flowering trees
where lowly blooms reach to kissing please
coloured Spring"s sweet smelling perfumery,
how here, simplistic and cascading hung,
sweet the honeysuckle has proudly sprung,
whilst nearby Jasmine's purity of hue
issues forth her star like flower'ts to view,
such earth 'Elysian Fields' rich and rare
as the dew kissed lawn refresh the air,
whilst Laburnum's pendent branches flair
exhibit her yellow'd profussion lacy lair,
o'er the pavillions of lush soft green,
as wide our haloed eyes, much is seen
amid the coloured garden beauty drest,
as white the rose, breathes her noble breast,
Thus by destiny's unseen fond embrace
breathes my garden, full fair of face.

Oh! lamenting beads of this sad rosary
may reveal its thunder, silent, quietly
in languid speech, ever labouring still,
amid Heaven's black and barren chill,
Alas! Rancour cold holds sombre court,
to its dull diary, colourless, distraught,
whilst embers emptiness perpetually burns,
as the malevolent wheel of torture turns,
to provoke wounds of memory, that shallow dart
abolished joy from sweet its youthful art
of childhood love, whose undemanding needs,
bound by worthy thoughts and chaste chaliced deeds,
its sobering truth in sad array did take
the brightest day and into darkness make,
to entomb all living freedom, as a slave,
to the perverse chamber of shame's lowly grave.

Pray, Pray passing years may leave behind
grief's sorrowed suffering of foul deeds unkind,
then may light the black and backward hour erase,
to paint again the long forgotten flowers,days
unfold, as the waiting splendour of dawning day,
whose awakening sun with rising beams convey
a gathered loveliness, a cloudless sparkling sky
may soothe tears, where deepest thoughts still lie,
and unfold my eyelids from the scroll of cruelty,
then drink love's reverence in anxious purity.

Indeed soft thoughts I've laboured long,
sung sweeter far than the Poet's song,
fully fills the glass where hope belongs,
relieving woes and its attendant wrongs,
as once sombre sullen enduring throng,
served life's integrity, harsh and wrong,
unknown to Nightingale's love lyrics long,
drowned in murky waters, stagnant strong,
thus slain the darkness that surrounded me,
banishing all which past I could not see,
now swift flown, solitudes lifeless spree
to colour paint, a bright new world for we,

How now, a kaleidoscope to us appear,
an emotional tapestry, coloured woven dear.

How our love lit hours must be
thread woven by fond Alchemy,
smiling thru' each saffron dawn,
and wan skies, cold sullen forlorn,
yet love beats it's fragrant way
along the passage of days sway,
sailing sweet, ne'er looks back,
unknown to night's darkness black,
where thundrous clouds hang heavily,
o'er the sunless and sombre sky,
love's true heart e'er shall beat,
as twin worlds joyfully meet,

thus musical lyrics floating sail
o'er the ether and flowered bough.