andrew149 Poetry (264)

Rock,
ground ever smaller by the infinity of time,
Seeming forever…..In silence,…..Flowing,
mesmerisingly, from one hemisphere of the hourglass,
to the other.
Reflected in the thin, clear glass,
a bumblebee hovering, picking,
the best of the golden dust from the sunflower.
Then the rain comes,
not fine drizzle,
but….Large drops.
Thinking…..
If one were to hit the bumblebee,
it would be like a ten pound hammer……
I wonder…..
If it knows it is Saturday?…..
Then,
there is my reality,
fluid, like the fine sand in the hourglass.
I must remember,
not to grip my meager handful too hard,
lest it trickles through my fingers.
I wonder……
Is it possible to reverse the flow in the hourglass,
without turning it over?
Involuntarily my grip tightens,
I feel my meager handful becoming less and less.
The bumblebee hovers,
still … It rains…..
Still….. The sand flows,
still… The Sunflower……
Strong……..Silent…..Resplendent,
bears witness,
while I, ponder the dream.

He seemed to solidify out of the wavy haze,
I hadn’t chanced upon another traveller for days,
I was searching for the lost city of S’han’piet,
Had seen nothing yet……

“Where the winged beasts guard the gates,
And the silver mist flows in rivers from the mountains,
Where ghosts walk the streets of gold,
And gems are scattered like pebbles…..”

He told of the slight shimmering in the air, the haze,
Where time and world are out of phase,
At the place where the three footpaths meet,
And the dust turns to water under the feet.

“Where the three paths join,
You will meet two other travellers,
Both of yourself, one of the future, one of the past,
The only time you will ever be at one and all on the same path.”

That after a thousand years served,
I would be paid a reward well deserved,
Though the invisible mark of the beast stays,
That will be upon me always,
How I would know it if my path crossed another,
For “Brother” will always know “Brother“.

“Are you ready to guard the city gates?
Are you ready to take my place?
Then travel on,
See you again my “Brother” in a thousand years……..”

And as I passed,
I remembered my history at last,
I was going home,
Long forgotten talons, I started to hone.

Once upon a time,
Now, there’s a good line!
In every beginning, there is magic,
Whether happy or even tragic,
The promise is there,
Should the reader dare,
To read on some more,
See what’s in store.
As they hold their breath,
Get scared half to death,
Or laugh out loud,
Lose that dark cloud,
All is lost,
That’s the cost,
Coffee goes cold,
As, the book they hold,
Yes,
Once they’ve looked,
They’re well and truly……Hooked.

As ghostly glowing folds of golden light,
Permeate the atmosphere,
Gently caress the birds in flight,
The moon sinks below the horizon,
Increasing it’s tidal pull,
And fires are set beneath,
The clouds of weightless cotton wool,
Fanned by a gentle breeze,
Brought by the wafting of dawn’s hand,
To bring an awakening,
Once more to this blessed land.

We feel one another, with each others eyes,
A trembling....A pleasure begins,
We can't hide nor disguise,

Even breath, becomes ragged and fast,
Excitedly, tongues probe,
Exploring fingertips, gently caress,
Building slowly to ecstasy at last.

Then, desperation, anticipation,
Breath in short gasps,
Gripping now, locked in embrace,
Gasps become breathless,
With inevitable pace.

We're both wandering,.....
...Lost now....
In the same indescribable place,
Feeling, seeming on the brink of an abyss...
...Forever,

Then Quickly....Oh so beautifully...
...Our moment comes...
....For us both...
.....Together

I feel within me, my appetite rising,
Observing my prey now, almost pitying,
Like a fire,
Is my desire,
Absorbing,
All consuming,
It’s all I see,
Soon to be, part of me,
Lost on me is any prettiness,
Soon to be,
One….Fresh Cream Cake…..Less!

He doesn’t come from deepest, darkest Peru,
He isn’t related to Paddington or Pooh,
Though, he is a stuffed bear just the same,
And Rupert Bear is his name.
He’s a bear out on his own,
With all his stitches neatly sewn,
Very fetching in his plaid scarf,
Well mannered, though always up for a laugh,
Always looking for new ventures,
Getting involved in wonderful adventures,
“Well done Rupert Bear”, I say,
Ninety years old this very day!

LOL….Happy Birthday Rupert!

Drivel or epiphany,
Story and verse,
Short and long,
Benign and perverse,
Genius and banality,
Some quite awful,
Some of quality,
Life, peace, zen,
Instrument of witness,
My papermate pen.

God….Is a hermaphrodite,
Is man,
Is woman,
Black, white, yellow, brown, red,
Gentle, loving, vengeful,
Life giver,..... Taker,
Constructive, destructive,
Yet, always seen to be right.

God’s existence cannot be proved,
God….Is everywhere,
God….Is nowhere,
Has many names,
All different,
All the same,
Yet, we still have faith,
As many thousands, by miracles are moved.

When it comes to war,
Each side believing, praying,
In God’s ….Name?
Fighting, cleansing, killing,
An eye for an eye,
A life for a life,
Is God ……On God’s own side?
One thing is sure,
What we sow we reap,
And is, for us in store.

Do you want me?
Can you say true?
If I give you the key to me,
Would you?
Would you KNOW what to do?
You could love me,
Or hurt me,
You could imprison me,
Or set me free,
Would you?
You can do anything with it,
It's the key to me.
It holds so much power!
You could make my world with a smile,
You could mortally wound me with a glower,
You can be gentle with me,
You can be rough,
so you see, this is my key,
I feel so helpless and weak,
I love you,
I have no choice,
in you I trust,
Here, take it, my key to me.

Sultry muzak permeated the fabric of the place,
Though, “She”, was the atmospheric electricity,
As, eyes met eyes…..Face….In front of face,
Her scantily clad body writhed slowly in the dim light and the heat,
His mouth open…….
Feeling slightly uncomfortable, leaning forward,
Feeling sweat sticking him to the leather seat.
Then….The sadness……He always felt sad…..
When the “Ready light”, faded on the “Holo Pad”,
His dollar’s worth done……Just the one song……
Darkness now….Light out…….She’s gone!

BATTLE OF ARAWN AND CROMM

It was just after first light,
Two armies facing each other, time to fight,
Crowd in heaven now gathered round,
Excitement, wine, mirth, of great sound,
Eagerly watching game board,
For battle, coming of time toward,
We watch with them, the story unfold,
For in the future, a fable to be told,
All captured by raven, from it’s eye.
Under leaden sky,
Two armies facing each other, standing by,
Each, swords and pikes on shields rattled,
Each man free born, hardened, battled,
At the head, standing in front of each,
Arawn and Cromm, wanting the other a lesson to teach,
Disguised as men,
But each as big as ten,
So, lord of death itself, life to confound,
Against Cromm, previously fallen, bower of the mound,
Then of a sudden, in heaven and earth a mighty roar,
As signal is given to start the war,
On message from Arawn,
Poet did unleash hounds this very dawn,
To run amuck, round up the souls of both living and dying,
Gods in heaven, laughing with delight, now almost crying,
Pieces on the board falling,
On earth, men wounded, dying, crawling,
Cromm spun up a mighty whirlwind, picked up all weapons fell,
Hurled them with all might at Arawn, god of hell,
Hounds in the blink of an eye, coming to his relief,
At defiant speed, catching all from whirlwind, in hells teeth,
Collateral fallout was so quick, so much,
Took time for lord of death, all souls to touch,
While on earth men died, souls pained,
Gods laughed and drank at each advantage gained,
Then when battle reached critical tempo,
Of a sudden it happened, not even gods ,how did know,
Appeared in middle of whirling wind,
Brigid, who did all harm recind,
And with the mighty strength of a gods arm,
Commanded an almighty calm!……
Now though a god can change place with man,
There is only one that with a god can,
And that is dream weaver, you know,
For he shall never of himself show,
Now, with ire he gathered all unearthly matter,
Did gods and game board angrily scatter,
Because he had seen previously all that was meant,
Brigid, not as thought by Poet summoned, but by dream weaver sent,
Banished forever Arawn to hell, no more earthly souls to confound,
Promoting Cromm now to master of the mound,
Then with a touch so gentle, Brigids soul did he hold,
Made her mortal, with eyes blue and hair of gold,
Made space fabric bend, borrowed time,
Gave to prince and princess, in another existence line,
Brought them here to yesterday,
Giving them a chance to make their own way,
And all from beginning to end,
Ethelgorn, a Knight will he make him, for her honour to defend,
Somewhere between past, present and future, inextricably linked,
All borne in mind by dream weaver’s subtle instinct.