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Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2022
Writing for me isn't easy
Unwriting, much harder
So I do
Until I get enough

With all blissful vibes
Symphony of grace
Overwhelm spirit
Grounding reality
And a magic of its own

Out of sight
Let me take you on a journey
Reconnecting all the senses
Returning back to sanity
Curiosity
Wonder
Imagination
And spontaneity
Apprehending the whole
And meet you in the another realm
Healing doesn't always start with pills, syrup, sachets. Sometimes it starts by deep conversation with someone. Sometimes it starts with interaction with earthy matters, get going in the direction of wind. Travelling, music and being close to nature. To heal faster, the sufferer needs to behave like the fluid, free to flow and form.
Donall Dempsey Sep 2018
SANCTUARY

this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks

the train's scream
the dog's bark
chiseled into the silence

dancing to
the bandstand's music
a flock of flags

birds
writing themselves...unwriting themselves
across a page of sky

this moment
flees from time
claims sanctuary in my mind
a m a n d a Dec 2022
it’s winter,
stagnant.
verses unwriting themselves
before they’ve begun,
and when i close my eyes
i see the moon in grey and blue and silver and white.
and for a moment the air is warm
and for a moment i am happy
because i know i didn’t imagine
that smile.
Proctor Ehrling Sep 2019
I sprung at the pinnacle
Unwriting my chronicle
With love non-reciprocal
I shall start anew
I laid bare in muddle hub
With beasts of animal club
I'm stuck at the stub
And solitude brew
And so I continue to clear my notebooks of stuff that seems more-or-less cohesive enough to share here.
egghead Jul 2018
A broken heart still loves
Not in the way a whole or healed heart loves

A broken one spills love
like a bleeding, broken, bird.
A pail that's sprung a leak.

And it loves.
Yes.
it cannot seem to stop...
but like that pail, it loses
Wilts until it drops.

A broken one is
a heart unraveling.
A story unwriting
A life
unwoven and waiting.

To be refilled.
Restitched.
Healed.

Yes, a broken heart does love.
Donall Dempsey Sep 2019
SANCTUARY

this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks

the train's scream
the dog's bark
chiseled into the silence

dancing to
the bandstand's music
a flock of flags

birds
writing themselves...unwriting themselves
across a page of sky

this moment
flees from time
claims sanctuary in my mind
Donall Dempsey Sep 2017
SANCTUARY

this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks

the train's scream
the dog's bark
chiseled into the silence

dancing to
the bandstand's music
a flock of flags

birds
writing themselves...unwriting themselves
across a page of sky

this moment
flees from time
claims sanctuary in my mind
Satsih Verma Nov 2018
Sometimes, unwittingly-
I want to take you
to beginning- not to lose
you again-by unwriting.

Like a drop of ocean
waiting for the sun to quench
the thirst of night.

The quencher wants
to taste the salt of the
eternal wounds jutting out of the earth.

One day I will tear
you off like fresco from the
wall of memory and place it
in the pages of my book.

I will not seek any
apology from you, for not
bringing any flame.

You brought the ashes of
the bo tree.
Kurt Philip Behm Aug 2022
Unwriting each poem
word by word
My thoughts again
—pristine

(Dreamsleep: August, 2022)
Donall Dempsey Sep 2023
SANCTUARY

this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks

the train's scream
the dog's bark
chiseled into the silence

dancing to
the bandstand's music
a flock of flags

birds
writing themselves...unwriting themselves
across a page of sky

this moment
flees from time
claims sanctuary in my mind
Donall Dempsey Sep 2020
SANCTUARY

this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks

the train's scream
the dog's bark
chiselled into the silence

dancing to
the bandstand's music
a flock of flags

birds
writing themselves...unwriting themselves
across a page of sky

this moment
flees from time
claims sanctuary in my mind
kevin Sep 12
Internal verandas repeal
Jupiter moon skips arrivals mean
Terrier cloth refusal yawns
And sumptuous English butter


Collapsible Beauty Poem City 1

Blake Lively
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt

Aphrodite sours the lengths rend

Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls

Bothersome boy


Aphrodite sours?

A stilled plight of fruit
The whispered light
Ghastly hatred
Airing gripes on molded cloth
Un done tether tressed in sea

Collapsible Beauty Poem

French Mistreat
French Mistreat
Silent black and white
She goes
In reluctant
French stain on you
Goodnight
Sleeps
On mine
French debut
Devious

Irish Poetry
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

OfForgotten Muses

Durga
Glimpse
Faltered Catchings
As fate was renewed
In spoiling of ink and songs
The clawfootings nest, awakes
Spirited joy
Gambling and dancing
Mischievous nuscance's
Joy filled pander

A French ladies girlhood
Jestering with courtship
And thievery

Her handed change
Spills of galaxy
Abandon of Greece
Partner of romance
Wonderous mortal boys torment
Goddess of folly and treasure tears
Fall at once
Capture my Irish play
Off with your heathen again
Grab the thatches and begone


Hangle and Lie
The devout of tomorrow
Belie your desire
Blankets of spite await in my idioms




As we are water without
As we are water without a place
Hours of enlightened
Enlightened?
"Yes, boy, go on"
Wells of timber and anul
Find mercy vast
Yet our sorrow is pillfered
Our galaxy poorly felt
Tinsel is bedridden
The screens crackle, distant!
"Yes, cupid, again"
Psyche and leopard
Confounded assumptions

The stage is drought
Further in beyond lighting
Able returned, call of your true naming
"Destitute rest he begins applause"

Lyrics in quivered harm

Yes mantle I understand now

Madame he finds no worth in your crestfallen humor

"Only as your song, Irish boy"

"I will decide you later”



Unsay
The island lied and friendship won't last
Spiteful romance, hateful lips

In his friendship I found a brother
In her eyes I found torment
Italia would dance as me
Winde in wind
Faltering rains
Catch of shoulders

Eyed unlasting
And his songs begun in hair
Sundered tulips
Well unopened
Has he left you closed
Finally?

You know their truth
Is never from you


Reliefs
Reliefs under water
Under the shiner brilliant
Goal
The day falls unlent
The impedance of progress
Unable to handle the plummet
The fail the folly

Reason wills not from a far off
For a door will not answer a shined summit nor a petty prince

In deeds of sacred loves lost in time
The path in ash reddened twine
Lurks, spinning divinity's can
Divinity can beckon me
She lowers her mind
In meditative embrace
Her taught, turgid leaf
Lingers in meadows soft
Aisled sands become wilted papers sorrows and every rotted sunrise
Requires another signing of poetry

Eyes just won't see the day for hours of darkness have her bedridden in a French prison

Castled walls limber
As breaking guillotine falters
Limbing the courtyards again
Ignorance of nose
Spittles of france


Founder of Eden
Ramble of greed
Melting handles way down below
We've no steps to find?
Awakened mizers spill
One morsels regret
In our follied pouches

Unsay
The island lied and friendship won't last
Spiteful romance, hateful lips

In his friendship I found a brother
In her eyes I found torment
Italia would dance as me
Winde in wind
Faltering rains
Catch of shoulders

Eyed unlasting
And his songs begun in hair
Sundered tulips
Well unopened
Has he left you closed
Finally?

You know their truth
Is never from you


Reliefs
Reliefs under water
Under the shiner brilliant
Goal
The day falls unlent
The impedance of progress
Unable to handle the plummet
The fail the folly

Reason wills not from a far off
For a door will not answer a shined summit nor a petty prince

In deeds of sacred loves lost in time
The path in ash reddened twine
Lurks, spinning divinity's can
Divinity can beckon me
She lowers her mind
In meditative embrace
Her taught, turgid leaf
Lingers in meadows soft
Aisled sands become wilted papers sorrows and every rotted sunrise
Requires another signing of poetry

Eyes just won't see the day for hours of darkness have her bedridden in a French prison

Castled walls limber
As breaking guillotine falters
Limbing the courtyards again
Ignorance of nose
Spittles of france

The whispers hopeful
Rusted eyes
Calamity and silence
Dread of scandal
Speaker in blasphemous gore

Tincture and Elixir,!!

At cacophonies exile
We married jest
Stilled in adjacent alcoves
Neither gauge filled
Hours falling limp
The stained glasses potions, hurled
Forgotten absence
News of aphrodite has gone

On missing knee?
Cleric of nomads
Handle of Zeus
Laddle in compromise
Will you carry and spring?
Joyful blooms you hide
Sharing tempers brides


Beaten and sacrificed harp of greeds vanity you've no lies left

As in the final spill
Listing shimmer
And collapse of benign
Goddesses kindred
Crinkling gasps
As holds on clothes, wavering
Spins fetching castle
Murky laddles warmth
Lilts of gentle gripe

Skinned after birth
The olive bleached
Candled in doubtful ointments
Unlived yearning at hands
Crisis in voided times
Mutes bound lips opining lids



Founder of Eden

Sir! Madame!

The children weary in filth?
As babes unopened?
Clocks for sorrow yes!

At once my liege's!!!!


Tomorrow

Edgewise you sorrow again tomorrow

Some wild days winde
Poorly felt planets of magic
Are your sadnesses so full?
Will you spell in quite ruin?
Pointing slides and valleys

Shell next in door
Crescent sinuettes
Nimbles kind at end
Lingering eyes as fogs
Peasant boys resting tug

Urmi
In ino parcini village Irish poetry once walked away

Your mourn, mourning and lend is far in the ashes of your desires war

The Italian girl

Spelling songs in letters
Letters four and three
Setting ashore
At her feet, edens steep
Treasure of niles leap
And neigh is her harps wools

Differ of mounds
Flutter of held
A last war with eyes


Is saying in she tongues veils?
Irish boy? Are you ill?

You will stay and I will begin

As taken creation
Your bend of nectars
Spent embering scorns
Balded roots reaping gnash

There, child only as affectations instance

Veins under stars holding disdain
Cherried shame baskets
Use of ash low

Tempered disgrace
Even your footing
I as the paper am not fair
Vexing courtships
Insolent marriage of lips
Questions suffering
I am not infinite canvas
Only daring inks I long beside

Stencil won't last in life
She asks, only her whispered depths
How will it end Irish poet?

Irish inklings are to know

Water is opening your mind


My home at seas in ruined fogs
Catch of quill, melting sod


Trimurti
Low in the Brahma
Distrusting vase's gathered
In neither path was their Vishnu open
Illness of day, weeping guardians hanging, lies wagering the dowry.

Oldened oaks hiding hazelnut groves
Sought sadness wild dews
Pompeii hadn't wished sand painting
Paciniana's ballroom went without
Tender sprigs yawned below Kilkenny's pens

Swallowed bones parlour dealt in feathers guiding forward



Sharing wells as Scottish bogs mold our vanities in bonfires


Lady Sade in the House of Perjury

And I'll be needing you so
After the lights go down low
kevin Sep 11
Is
Unwriting lend
Trample undered doubt
Nill grace, staggered taunt
Farthings tormented delays
Whispered daughter on hilt

Aphrodite sours the lengths rend

Milkened ponds
Battles fetch, torn and bent
To no hearthed bends hallow he crawls

Bothersome boy


Aphrodite sours?

A stilled plight of fruit
The whispered light
Ghastly hatred
Airing gripes on molded cloth
Un done tether tressed in sea

Collapsible Beauty Poem


Poem
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