cafetwo2010 Poetry (644)

One by one they began
to file in..
Finally! The Poet's
Corner gathering was
commencing..
I stood on a high terrace
of the castle just gazing
in amazement..
The court Magicians were
ready to spin their magic
Against the still black of
a moonlit sky an endless
line of torches lighted
the cobble stoned pathway
The words of the poets were
inscribed on the massive stones
of the castle walls
The elegant curtains swayed
gently from my terrace arched
window as the music grew louder
The court musicians were attended
by an army of the knight's finest
drummers
The huge round tables were set
by two hundred maidens dressed
in white satin and scarlet sash
A mystic glow reflected off the
castle walls from the ruby studded
gold candle holders that was placed
on each table
Then one by one old friends began
to embrace as if soul-mates rejoined
Tears of joy fell to the red carpet
as a shout from the royal guard
signaled the blast from the trumpets
It would be a seven day feast of
dancing and endless merry-making
The poets had come home..
We were together at last~

'And there was darkness
upon the face of
the deep..'
A cold, eternal, black
cosmos..
Nothing upon nothing..
That which shall be
shall come from that
which was not..
And so it came to pass
that the word was spoken..
And the word uttered
it's voice..
And speaking it said:
I
Bring
You
FIRE!

I suppose if you gazed deeply
into her glass unicorn you
might catch a glimmer of of
her etheral magic..

If you you took notice of her
delicate hands as she carresed
her wine glass you might imagine
the meaning of her catish smile

If you saw her reclined in her
wicker chair on the beach with
her straw hat tipped over her
eyes, you would desire a closer
look

If her tanned body has fixed you
in your tracks you might feel the
pain of desire

If you set sail on a scarlet sea
and her lips were kissing your
neck..you would know my thoughts
of her~

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It was just another night
on the warf with all the
coloured lights strung
along the pier..
It was the usual weekend party
in the warm summers breeze..
I was a nice guy..
Everybody knew it so how
could I be held suspect?
I was a bit numb leaning over
the pier rail..feeling good
Some say it was probably the
champagne..who knows..
A sweet thing was clutching
my arm enjoying my humorous
little digs at the locals..
I was cool..perhaps to cool..
Somewhere in the night as the
moon was smiling at all our
harmless chatter a tall figure
approaching from behind me
uttered an obscene statement..
I really wasen't all that upset..
But I wasen't going to let this
little happenstance ruin my night..
In a flash I garnished a nickel-plated
38. caliber from my hip and fired
with lightning speed at the surprized
intruder..
He dropped like a bag of dirt..
It was over as quickly as it started..
I was fast..perhaps to fast..
Another night on the warf..
It was no big deal..
The locals simply dubed the
insident..The Champagne shootout~

There's scientific evidence
that I exist though the court
has been ajourned..
Seems the evidence of me was
tampered with then tossed away
or burned..
Somewhere between my inception
and my last gasping breath
A conspiracy spoke of me as
an illusion and continued
til my death..
I appealed to a higher court
but those judges were just
as harsh..
Seems silly to persist any
further if I really am a
farce..
I guess I'm a matter of
believing if it's only
in myself..
Til then my evidence is
pending on an unbelivers
shelf~

Women poets wrap their satin
verses around my heart

Somehow I knew this from
the start..

Surely their black pearls
and lace would woo me into
their cave


Their polished nails and sweet
scent prepare me for the night

Burning suns they are in a
universe so vast

It light of such matters..

How long can I last~

If when the morning sun
found your face flattened
like a smashed donut..

If you feel like a ten-toed
twisted horse fly without
a mother..

If somewhere in the night
four of your left hand
fingers turned up missing..

If all the socks you ever
lost was discovered somewhere
in the south of China..

If you look in the mirror and
discover that you're actually
a hybrid creature/a cross between
a human and a tit-mouse..

THEN..

It's MONDAY MORNING!
Get over it....

Empty space..

All is lost..

Everything has died..

Since you've gone..

Just a few words half
scribbled on a scrap of
paper blown to the gutter
It said:'To tired to live..
To tired to die..
To tired..
Goodbye'

I just stood there in
the middle of the street
with a bag over my head..
A half eaten hotdog bounced
off my head..
Historians said this sort of
thing would happen so I
travelled to Eygpt to find a
wise man..
Then I changed my mind and
went and threw up in a junkyard..
Now everyone loves me..
But I fooled them all and became
king of the rats..
Surely, one day I shall marry
your mother~

Dimly do you see them as they
stride toward you through the
densest fog..
You have taken hostage a dozen
maidens..
But you have signed a covent
with death..
Beware!
They come as grim reapers to
claim your soul..
They come.. for you!
Now take your sword to your
own throat..
Surely the stallion hooves
have sounded the death knell..
Surely your heart faints for
fear..
For your tormented faces shall
be reflected in the burnished
shields as the knights of
Diamond castle fall upon you
And our maidens shall dance upon
your graves~