.
There is a dancer, high up in the stars
Coming and going, floating like the wind,
He turns and whirls to forget his scars,
None know exactly what he is trying to find.
.
Tag Archives: poem
For your eyes and ears
.
She looks at me, I too look at her,
Her lips sensuous red, so are her eyes,
Oh things will never be as they were,
My heart broken from her muffled cries.
On her gentle face rolls a lone tear,
I’m trying but -useless- she won’t hear,
I feel helpless, simple bystander,
As if, of my very own body
I was but a helpless passenger;
All my words feel so very shoddy.
I can’t help but see her raw beauty
Or how strong she is in her weakness,
For in the midst of all this bleakness
She stands proud, fulfilling her duty.
She looks at me, I too look at her,
Her lips shake, I hear her voice waver,
Still she goes on, doesn’t hesitate
Despite the whole wide world she could hate.
As her head is filled with memories
Of joys, sadness and sometimes worries,
Still she goes on, no hesitation,
Dancing in the fires of passion.
She sings about happiness, past times,
Floating in these melancholy chimes.
.
By the pond
.
In the pond the water flows,
Streaming gently as it goes.
In the leaves a slight wind blows,
Spreading out a scent of rose.
.
Would I dare…
.
If I could, oh I would climb atop a mountain,
Which one, I do not care, despite fatigue or pain,
Once up there, high above all, my head in the clouds,
Where this white veil over the earth is like a shroud,
I would shout into the sky, I would scream to the world,
My fears, my anger, my joys, my love, all would be hurled,
I’d put my heart into voice and let it carry
I’d pour my soul and rejoice from my new aerie.
.
I had my heart
.
I had my heart upon hand
But, following your caprices,
Oh sadly you took it from me,
And now I am hurting.
I had my heart upon hand,
But you broke it into pieces.
I would have given it to thee,
And now I have nothing…
.
Children of the earth
.
If nature is a temple,
Birthing in its arms ample
Why do we ever trample
Everyone of her samples?
*
If nature is our mother
Why can’t we come to love her
As we would no other
And not just let her wither?
*
And if nature is our home
It is not only our own,
We must not let this grand dome
Become one upon we frown.
.
Ozymandias
.
In a temple aeons old
Hidden in an ancient wold
Stands a statue tall and gold
Of a being long foretold.
On a throne alabaster
Before which none can muster
Courage, even lackluster,
Sat, of all men, the master.
A king with a heart acold,
Whose story time shall withhold.
As the sights slowly unfold
Before the eyes of the bold,
In this great hall no whisper.
By his side a giant spear,
At his feet: diamond river,
His face a mask of silver.
*
Ozymandias was his name,
From the stars they say he came.
As grand and proud was his frame,
Dark and bloody was his fame.
Many years lasted his reign
In conflict, bloodshed and pain.
For the reason he became
King was his thirst just to tame.
None before could ever claim,
Nor after, to be the same;
‘Tis said he, without refrain,
What desire he would deign
Look upon, pursue and gain,
‘Til his eyes on it were lain.
‘Tis said he would never tire.
And too he built a tower
From earth and wind and fire
So high all things were lower,
That he wielded such power
Even the gods would cower.
An hommage (which I hope worthy) to the poem of the same name by Shelley.
I don’t know why but that name, Ozymandias, echoes in my mind and inspires me in ways I can’t really explain. It’s just so mysterious and unique…
They pass by.
.
There goes one, and another,
They pass by: many an hour,
Never stopping nor waiting,
In a rush, always running.
*
Some stand tall and proud,
As if rising to the clouds,
Others small and round
Anchored deep in the ground.
*
Squared, circles or triangles,
Come in all angles,
Wooden, metal or in stone,
Made of all but bone.
*
Each is unique but the same,
Existing without a name,
Though without them we’d be lost
And our trains would be but ghosts.
.
Midnight dream
.
‘Tis a midnight dream
In which it would seem
I am loving you
More than you ever knew.
‘Tis a fantasy
Of just you and me
Dancing round and round
Oh together bound.
*
‘Tis a midnight dream
In which it would seem
I am loving you
More than you may see.
‘Tis a fantasy
Oh just me and you
Dancing round and round,
We, forever bound.
.
Here is something I was stuck with all evening…
I don’t really know if I’m quite satisfied with it. I felt really inspired writing that but I don’t know…
Anyways, I couldn’t decide which version I liked most, the first one had a verse that is one syllable too long which somehow doesn’t feel right but does at the same time.
And the second one I find slightly less poetic.
I don’t know. You decide. Enjoy! ;)
Des quatre coins
.
i
A magician came from the south,
– Traveler of vast horizons –
He came one day without notice
Bringing with him wind, sand and stars.
ii
Words all golden out of his mouth
Could mold from any one season
With deep power forged in pain twice,
Legacy of his avatar.
iii
Radiant silver tides rode in suite
Singing the words of the world song
In clear voices of angel pure,
Telling the tales of ages past.
iv
A floating scent, oh honey sweet,
Projecting an aura so strong
To any harm it was a cure,
For before her no evil lasts.
.
Tales of Ore 