Posted By Paradis on March 31, 2011
The blue ones
They whispered our names to each of us in turn
with a subtle cunning seduction,
enticing us to join their will.
They played with our minds,
throwing us visions of worthless trinkets,
but they could not take us apart.
Their intention of mayhem and destruction was clear,
yet we would have none of it,
and so we were cursed to become their enemies.
We had travelled the plains of all eternity
just to glimpse the blue ones
as they stood like statues.
And now we were here,
they seemed so -
extraordinarily dull.
Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on March 31, 2011
Do not be afraid
Do not be afraid of the dark,
for we will shine a light for you,
and hang it in the night,
so that you can call upon it
when you feel the emptiness.
We shall know you,
and care for you.
You found us,
so shall we find you.
In your darkest hours we will protect you
from the demons
that steal your soul.
We will share your pain
to lessen the hurt.
Our light will guide you home.
You see us not,
but we are there…
always.
The centre of the Universe
is within your soul.
Your place of peace
and understanding.
know thyself
as we know you.
You are everywhere,
and we are with you.
You will never be alone again.
Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on March 31, 2011
In Loving Memory
I wish the stone
could be unpurchased,
unpolished,
uninscribed.
The words -
In loving memory,
erased,
liked you were erased
from my life -
that day.
You were
reaching for stars.
But in the end -
the stars reached down for you.
Sepia
the only colour left
in this insidious world
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Posted By Paradis on September 20, 2010
In the void
Without your hand in mine,
I will shiver
in the void
left by your absence.
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Posted By Paradis on September 20, 2010
The dancing horses of Lipica
The dancing horses of Lipica,
imperial white -
robust and graceful.
The snowy mountains
compete for beauty with
the dancing horses of Lipica.
Reaching into the mists,
the mountains are
robust and graceful.
We gaze at them with awe,
but their beauty can’t compete with -
the dancing horses of Lipica.
The magnificant spectacle
of these creatures,
robust and graceful.
As white as the snow
on the mountain tops,
the dancing horses of Lipica,
robust and graceful.
Paradis
Category: Poetry by Paradis, Villanelle by Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
This morning I picked
a posy of buttercups,
and carefully arranged them
along with a daisy or two
and a sprig of rye grass.
I handed them to mother,
and she threw them in my face.
Her hidious red-lipstick-laugh
a clown laughing at my stupidity -
I always hated clowns.
My hunched shoulders
swept the floor
as I shuffled to the doorstep.
My thin cotton dress offereing
no protection from the coldness.
I picked at first one scab, then another.
My arms a jigsaw of broken skin.
Warm blood dripped from my elbow
on to the cardinal red concrete -
where it camouflagued itself.
She will never love me
it was a harsh lesson
but well learned.
I wish she was dead, no -
that would make me a bad person.
I wished I was dead,
but I already was.
I was stupid,
I should have picked the poppies -
Poppies are for the dead.
But I did have one element of freedom,
that I used with inpunity
when she beat me and locked me up.
When she degraded me, and used
all manner of names not fit for pigs.
I hate you, I hate you!
It was my lifeline, it felt so good.
I HATE YOU -
Only I didn’t hate her, I loved her -
and just wanted a mother’s love.
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
A whole lifetime
on dusty shelves.
Damp and leather
mingling together
like coffee and cake
in the local cafe.
The knowledge
bundled inside
faded jackets,
waiting to be spilled -
A treasure chest
of words.
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
Because you made me promise,
I will smile through the tears
as they lower your casket,
but inside -
I will be as dead as you are.
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
Lifting skirts coyly
to show their delights
Shy words gather
into a poem.
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
The Thief
The thief darts,
spills the apple cart.
That wasn’t smart.
Have a heart officer,
it wasn’t me,
I didn’t do it….
Yet,
I bet,
his pockets are filled
with treasures,
pleasures,
take measures
to see he won’t
sin again.
Give him 28 days!
Hurray,
another criminal
locked away.
But there are more,
there are always more,
lock your door,
before,
they steal your fortune.
Yes, they wants your stuff preciousssssssssss!
Paradis
Category: Poetry by Paradis, Streams of consciousness
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
On a tangent
The essence of poetry.
Facsimiles of life.
Rose petals in the wind.
The thought of your kiss,
your hand in mine.
My best day…
picking forget-me-nots.
Intoxicating scent.
The smell of leather.
Deepest secrets.
Intensified feelings.
Laying in grass.
An apple shared.
Remembering…
that day.
A hidden CD track.
Opaque amber.
High in the sky…
cotton wool clouds.
Blah…
here am I
on a tangent.
Paradis
Category: Poetry by Paradis, Streams of consciousness
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
It’s hard to compose a villanelle
It’s hard to compose a villanelle,
it’s hard to make it work…
so most people tell.
A sonnet is really simple,
a cinquain too, I’m told, but
it’s hard to compose a villanelle.
the humble triolet is easy,
with it’s iambic tetrameter,
so most people tell.
and what of a pantoum?
That’s a piece of cake, but…
it’s hard to compose a villanelle.
Haiku is full of discipline,
yet even that is fine,
so most people tell.
Free verse and blank verse
are smooth as silk, but
it’s hard to compose a villanelle,
so most people tell.
Paradis
Category: Poetry by Paradis, Villanelle by Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
Rain
Rain
taps the window
and asks
may I come in
It’s wet out here.
Paradis
Category: Poetry by Paradis, Tanka by Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
Memories
Moleskin books
pages full of memories
the scratching of his pen
can still be heard
twenty years on.
Paradis
Category: Poetry by Paradis, Tanka by Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
Masks
We wear masks
to hide
from each other
making the whole world
invisible.
Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on August 20, 2010
Nature’s Force
A
seagull
eyes the waves,
flapping it’s wings
into the strong wind,
while on the horizon
nature rears it’s ugly head.
A hurricane is coming soon,
men busy themselves boarding windows,
while women gather supplies – life goes on.
Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on February 3, 2010
The salmon sun
dances seductively
on the horizon
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Category: Haiku by Paradis, Poetry by Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on February 3, 2010
Clouds
Above -
candyfloss clouds
waiting to be eaten.
I devour them with hungry eyes,
tasty!
Paradis
Category: Cinquain by Paradis, Poetry by Paradis
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Posted By Paradis on February 3, 2010
Skeletons pour
from festered wounds,
the moon licks their bones
as they stalk the night…
And the fog
swirls about me
engulfing my thoughts
in it’s icy grip…
The clock ticks,
but time slows
like quicksand,
with legs so heavy…
I’m drowning.
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Posted By Paradis on February 3, 2010
The clouds
swirling above me
are my mind,
secret fears in a grey world.
The past, a whisper…
caressed
in evening shadows
like an illicit affair.
Abstract thoughts collide,
and cut the silence,
like skeletons scraping
with boney fingers.
The twilight glides like velvet
as the mists drift in,
while the city of dreams
lurks in the far distance.
The daffodils I picked
laid haphazardly
upon the gravestone
as if to ease your death.
It’s surface scarred
with years of neglect.
There will come a time
when everything changes -
then -
then I will forgive you.
Paradis
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