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ryn Dec 2015
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•look far...
to the horizon•as the sun
dips into the ocean •most magnific-
ent display of colours • radiance in yell-
ows and captivating ambers•majestic specta-
cle that will  dwindle within minutes•no words
could match  such  beauty that deals  in infinites •
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        ~   ~      ~ ~ b~idding  farewell t o         ~  ~       ~
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*ruling sceptre•
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Pagan Paul Dec 2016
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I nfinite
S tars
I nfinite
S pace

Her lithe and arched body
protecting her child. Earth.
Holding hands with her sister,
the twin Goddesses of Truth.
Her name stolen by the liars,
Her glory tarnished with the blood
of the innocent and brave.
So, who's voice will be Her hero?
Her modern lover. Champion.
Her contemporary pharaoh?

© Pagan Paul (13/06/16)
Isis - Egyptian Goddess, Mother of the Earth.
leahperkins Apr 2014
I love jam tars it was so jam, the jam was so tars I loved them :)
and I <3 fruit juice
SWB Sep 2011
after Gwendolyn Brooks*

Last night we got fried
While you stayed inside.
Can’t say we tried.
What’s your excuse?


Tonight we drive cars
Drunk to bars.
You’re stuck in the tars
Of that **** Spanish.

We’re good to go
You repeat “No.”
What a great show
bare-breasted ENCORE!

Have fun retiring
We’ll be expiring
Our children perspiring
At the thought of us leaving them nothing.
Morrissey Smith Jun 2014
Youths, the sight of thy pants menacingly looming over the waistband of your ill fitting trousers doth not fill my heart with joy this fine afternoon.

Nor doth the stench of your rancid marijuana which oozes from your pores and combines with your ever present lynx masked body odour.

I see you stroll with all the grace of a strategically shaved ape,
as you migrate with your "Fam" to linger like wastrels outside the Spar in the hope of cheap cider, stolen smokes and easy girls...
And I wonder at the devoid nature of our future while it rests on your rounded, work shy, knuckle dragging shoulders.
I fear the brush thats tars us all.
I hate youths... I'm 16... don't believe the hype.
Tryst Apr 2019
Breathless is the SEA —
Wild her eyes, and brash her cries,
Unforgiving, SHE.

Far-flung from the lea,
Men have yearned to hear her sighs,
Breathless is the SEA.

Beckoned from the quay,
Ships endure her fall and rise,
Unforgiving, SHE.

Unto each: The Free,
The Poor, The Slaves, Wealthy, Wise —
Breathless is the SEA.

Jack-tars fear her Fee:
Eighth-bell tolls for their demise,
Unforgiving, SHE.

Ever SHE will be
A mirror to heavenly skies —
Breathless is the SEA,
Unforgiving, SHE.
Haiku Villanelle.  First published 16th April 2019.
Jana Chehab Oct 2014
I have written poems that hymn their love of mute birds
And poured the stars into their palms
I have burned their feathers into words
That shone like ember in your jars
I thought these birds were your guardians
And you'd succumb to my merciful massacre
I haven't realized it was obvious
That you were nothing but a traveller

I have written poems that hymn their love of hummingbirds
And sprinkled salt on their scars
I have turned their chords into pearls
Crimson-blooded and tars
I thought these birds were your audience
That would succumb to a wrangler
Now it is clearly obvious
That the letters of your name
And the venom of your face
Are but a constriction that is vascular
deepthi suresh Jan 2015
The darkness engulfed over the billions.

massacres,droughts,crazy radicals across the nearby horizons.

In every direction he looked around far and near,

the sphere of a way out was right there,

midst the galaxies of universes.

The ghost of future present and past,

made its presence in his loved room felt.

His love,his reason for memories tried harder to decipher!

The darkness sent lines thick and thin in desperate,

he and his love prayed quietly in astonishment !

Adventure was knocking at him to go explore.

He followed in the dark with his jeep lights for ever,

to be captured by a strange block of soldier.

The dying world reminds him to be a pioneer.

His love says stay, but off he goes in tears the traveler.

In search for a world to survive, to save the memories of his love,

with handful of explorers into the dark universe of hope.

Through the miracle of shortcut to space-time,

he wondered how and who was helping them move!

Blindly they followed into the sphere to a galaxy far far away .

choices were three,two dangerously close to dark magical mystery.

The answer for existence thrived in the center beyond naked reality,

The stuff of life struck them hard once and almost twice!

In despair they returned to endurance from a 23 year long journey,

to find life pass away in messages and hopeful emotions .

The tears of joy and sad falls through and you remember love is the desire.

Love transcends through all dimensions she says, beyond time beyond perspective!

Theory prevails, experience calls on and planet of promise is not a choice,

with a sense of loss, the journey continues to a 134 hours of cold a day!

Sign of  the nonstop signals to  wake up the man,the pioneer,

a hope, a bright light is rekindled in minds of the greats.

But for an unforeseen revelation of plan b the priority.

The realization of leaving love behind and paving ways for a new colony.

decisions are made, selfish self- centered actions leads to a life lost.

Was the pioneer right or the father right?, questions a confused sanity!

Hijacked endurance, explosion in the vast dark space,

Last trial of sheer experience and pulses in a deliberate race.

To hatch on to the mother of hope but to be pulled towards mighty darkness,

Price to pay along with tars, in order to marry the transcendence!

To a physical dimension here being a book-case ,

And it strikes when the non-linear time plays a game.

Where every moment of a little girl is presented by his future,

He plays the mysterious ghost who mingles with past present and future all at once.

And “they” become crystal clear.

It was us helping us  across time and gravity,he says!

with quantifiable love, tremendous distances in time space is closer.

and the journey is made, but to start again in search of the promised world,

where she awaits with love hope and patience!!
This year one of the chief influences that rekindled my love for science and universe was the movie Interstellar.The idea of life,love and universe all being interconnected gives me hope to look beyond the horizon.There I wanted to pay tribute to one of the beautiful movies ever made according to me.Enjoy :)
xander Nov 2013
tires and kerosene
rubber to skin
here eyes speak of death
and he's the willing victim

fist and stones
tars and feathers
a shameless walk
for the heart he chose

mob marching
rope's burning
vultures waiting
the world is hers for the taking

skulls and bones
tears and moans
the guilty screams
for the burning love untold
Brent Kincaid Jun 2015
You’re a smack down
Kick-around, clueless clown
That tells unfunny jokes
And runs with the blokes
That put up with your antics
And your busted semantics
Because they think someday
Things might swing your way
And they can profit by association
With a human abomination
That enjoys investing atrocities
With scarifying velocity
On the halt and the lame;
Running opportunistic games
On those who cannot defend;
World without end, amen.

But heaven forfend
That you might have a friend
Who seems a holy prophet
But does not seek for profit
And acolytes to their cause;
A bogus Santa Claus
Who leeches from the people
In his church without a steeple,
Just microwave towers
Sprouting like ugly flowers
To spread out the message
So we can read every passage
That boil down to a sermon
To send money to this vermin
Your bund proclaims a messiah
When he is really a pariah
Nobody has yet recognized
He’s so well disguised.

But, be aware, polecat
Some know what your at
And what you are doing
I nothing more than accruing
That which you can bank.
You have nobody to thank
For the outcome you inherit
From the outcome you assume
When your calumnies bloom
Into the realities that appear
When the truth draws near
And tars and feathers you
And when your victims do
What they should have done along
Was reject your ways gone wrong
And found a rail lying around
To ride your **** out of town.
Catrina Nashed Aug 2010
Stars shine in the sky forever and ever
They glitter and glow and never quiver
Always do they light up the dark
R**eturning the earth to light it moved from

Your love shines in my heart forever and ever
It glitters and glows and never quivers
Always do you light up the dark
Returning me to the light I moved from

You are my star.
Never fade away.
Chariot brimful of **Gold
Horse drawn from a realm of
Rainbows for us to Hold.
Ivory tower of felicity that culminate in
Stunning memories to be told
Till the sun to the skies toils no more, and
Moon's iredescence secrets doth unfold,
And all Heaven's mighty effulgent
Stars  undress no more us to behold.


©Kikodinho Alexandros
Jumeira, Dubai
19th December 2016
Fact that I walked down the isle to work, that special day might find me not here but please allow me take use of this golden happenstance to wish everyone a Merry Christmas in advance :-)
"R adiance of a mullbery moon,
O palescent splendiferous hues
S tars sprinkle on high upon
E arth's eternally dewy roof."


©Kikodinho Edward Alexandros,
Los Angels, California, USA.
29th/Nov/2018.

#musing at the rose flower.
Honestly, though none a gift of roses hath ever gifted me...Loll, the flower I've always adored since childhood, now I'm a young man, still I do and so shall it be when fickle time shalt wrap me in layers of life...Loll
Tilly Aug 2012
..............................Soft        
                  feathers  
            still tickle  
       me long  
     after       
   the   
   tars    
   gone
Tarring and feathering.
A barbaric, old punishment or,
used to mark the end of an apprenticeship in print shops (with book glue!)
or...
remembering the good rather than the bad ;)
Florence Maude Apr 2015
This a message to those who can't speak,
To those who haven't eaten in a week.

To those who cry late into the night,
To those who lie and say they're alright.

To those who want to die,
To those who tars trying not to cry.

To those who can't breathe,
To those who cover scars and cuts with their sleeves.

This is a message saying,
"Just hold on,
At least one more day,
Things can't get worse anyway."

This is a message saying,
"Believe in yourself,
believe in hope,
You don't have to be a saint or pope."

This is a message saying,
"I haven't met you yet,
But I care,
So stay long enough so we can get there."

Oh this little message of mine,
Is to remind you that things will turn out fine.

Just hold on,
And the pain will soon be gone.

Just be here,
And I shall guide you off the oath of fear.
Lily Daisy Mar 2019
Battered, broken, bumps and bruises
A cracked perfection......
Still burnt brighter than the sun,
Was still as placid as the moon
Despite all unknown unannounced disasters
The dark night, barking dogs and howling owls
She had a touch of the entire world,
Even though filled with toxins and tars
Also the reminisces and all those plastic memories
Hid under cloths were maps to places, nobody knows...
Were the scars on the skin, scars on the soul
Scars on the outside, scars that bloomed from the within  
Finding ways from those dreamy eyes to that pointed chin
Told stories of her existence;
Some unheard, some unwritten and some totally unseen..
In the cove where sea lions do dwell
there be Saline Sams thirty gunner
most of his jolly tars are in bars

So by the moonlit night to guide us
up by his hind we crawl
we mean to take out her masts
and give her fifteen shots broadside

As we finish with his ship
my boys move to port
and with cannons blazing
we blow to smithereens the inn

Then by dockside we alight
and with glee carry on the fight
we slice and dice till non are left
not Saline Sam, or his salty sea dogs

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Sing me a song of a sailor gone wrong and I'll show you a song of the sea, where pirates walk planks with no thanks to the skipper, a crew full of cutthroats, Jack tars, jack the ripper and grog for the boys who sail wild on the main to nail them rich galleons, poor Philip of Spain.

Sing a song to me, sing me terror on the high sea and we'll all fall at Newgate, we'll swing for these crimes but these are the times of our lives.
Sing me a song of a sailor gone wrong and I'll sing you a song about me.
Bret Desrochers May 2011
I* shall never forget

Where you came from
All the Way back
Never will I let you go
Together is where we belong

Under the night sky we lay
Stars shining oh so bright

This is what I need
On this night, here with you

Be careful my mind said
Even though my heart disagreed

Forget the past
Only remember the future
Real is finally what we are
Even all the **** we went through
Vividly play in my mind
Everything got us here
Remember forever that I love you
Copyright Bret Desrocher, 2010
Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2016
I drink from the beautiful bottle on my table
I drink myself dizzy whenever I am able
I drink at anytime for I have no time table
I drink even from the oldest of the fables

I drink from the moon and sparkle of stars
I drink from the past wounds and my scars
I drink from the road and sweet smell of tars
I drink from these deadly monsters we call cars

I drink from the serenity and the fights
I drink from the days and the nights
I drink from the loyal and venomous fights
I drink from ambient and picturesque sites

I drink from the leaves swaying in the wind
I drink from the beauty of dawn I can't rescind
I drink from the sweet bitter past I can't rewind
I drink from the visible even when I'm blind

I drink from the chapters in every book
I drink from the broth that I cook
I drink left, right and everywhere I look
I drink the wines like I'm a duke

I drink from the clouds pacing in the sky
I drink from the wings of birds as they fly
I drink from those chocking in suit and tie
I drink from every truth and beautiful lie

I drink from the scented and from the stink
I drink concentrated inspiration whenever I blink
I drink from the pieces for art is my *****
I drink and drink even while I think
I drink
HT Apr 2016
You never told me the fires of hell burn black?
But you told me to stay out of the darkness.
Remember I laughed fool hearted at the proposal that anything ethereal could frighten me ...
You told me you were a monster and I shouldn’t bother
“Maybe Im the demon whisperer baby.”
We both giggled knowing the treachery I was wading in.
Now the horrors that flash across my mind in every heart beat.
The thick tars of hell coursing through my veins
Burning my flesh from the inside out ripping at the last shred of sanity..
The barren wasteland where the reapers no longer even wander.
I see you there in that hell
Scorching red hot breeze
you breathe like a hell born
I taste the screaming of 700 million lost souls
Left to eternally wallow in this putrid encasement of grey
But you’re still standing
Composed, almost smiling
“I told you it was worse than nightmares here.”
Every shadow of every doubt eats through my scull
It is the pain of a million births and deaths over and over
An you stand there composed...
“You were born for this warrior woman.”
The beating in my chest steady
This rhythm is all that humanity left us with
I will sing here some day
I will roar
on ravaged and  ashen remains of life.
It will be a beautiful morning in hell.
Infamous one Mar 2013
Hard to sleep way too much on my mind
The truth keeps me from going blind
I respect you at your worse while you hate me at your best
Disrespected by kids who's parents are no better
Everyday is a fight but much more needs to happen
I'm trying to do right others attack with a vicous bite
They hate me my turn to stand in the spot light
I need someone to talk to no one around so I turn to writing
It's my freedom it gets out the crap that tars my heart from heartbroken to family dysfunction I've experience the worse the world has to offer
I'm ready to do well focus on to better but end up in the same spot or come up short for my efforts
Andrew Elkins Aug 2010
The hidden dawn,
it is creeping behind my back,
like a nefarious fawn,
ready to leap and attack.

My skin holds all the scars,
the ones that we endured together,
no matter what tars,
we promised to be forever.

Save me from this insanity,
it's eating me away,
my friends and family,
they have gone astray!

I walk down this hall once more,
I look behind me and see a figure,
his face holds memories of gore,
and I just run away from this fear.

I can't escape from this hell,
he knows my every move,
I trip and look and at that moment I could tell,
it was me in front that stood.

Save me from this insanity,
it's eating me away,
my friends and family,
they have gone astray!

I finally realize and start to laugh,
it creeps inside of me,
it's divine hatred is a craft,
until I can no longer see.
Based upon... things.
Sara Hila Oct 2022
My rib cage bruised over time,
It cannot endure any longer.
One bone after another,
Breaking-
Rougher and rougher.
Enormous feet,
Stomping my heart,
A giant tearing it apart.
Lungs such as mine,
The Reaper finds them
Divine.
Breakfast of charcoal,
Supper of cigars,
My veins-
Dipped in the blackest of tars.
Lonely,
I seem to be,
But unlike most of you,
At least,
I am free.
aurora kastanias Dec 2017
While four hauled on ropes
with all their might to heave
the vessel the rest of us pushed
as hard as we could for it to slip,

over rolling wood stems of nearby
centenary trees, cylinder boles cut
collected and positioned neatly
on the beach. Feet sinking in sand

scorching skin for what could have been
the last time, ingenious procedure
to ****** the mended old ship
at sea, once more to sail where winds

would blow her, hope would lead her.
Little did we know the two would take
us far into nowhere abandoning tars
to the mercy of blistering quiet.

No gale no direction other
than sudden calenture affecting
all the crew the captain miles
away from any coast under

hallucinogenic revelations
delivering abreactions
unexpected introspection
resulting in acquaintance

with self. Until storm was greeted
with joy mouths wide-open
like kids sticking tongues
out to seize drops of unsalted

fresh water after seven
days of compulsory ***
depletion. Invigorated a new
battle introduced its imminence,

waves as high as ancient temples
were the rival faced
while lowering sails to survive
unwilling to surrender yet

searching for land
through reluctant biting lashes until,
the last billow we saw captured
us and closed our eyelids,

forevermore.
On life and challenge
Morning comes in screams in our capital
I wake and gaze out of my bedroom window
it never just rains it pours in Storm city central
tel bots flicker their discontent fighting the winds
it's funny how much those machines complain
most think them just glorified street cleaners
it's a bitter reminder of the civil unrest
that now tars our land into the dark realms

It's time to go to the war office
so I shower and shave
then put my uniform on
just then comes a proximity alert
someone is coming to my door
with gun in hand I creep down the stairs
this could get messy
especially just after dressing

Slowly I open my apartment door
but there is no one to be seen
then I look down by the stairs
on the ground a dead red rose lays there
I grab some gloves and then pick it up
on the burnt stem is the message, Storm In A TeaCup
I drop the rose in utter shock and some pity
as it's rebellion time in this our storm city


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

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