Posts Tagged ‘Arts’

Found Poetry: Travellers

July 28, 2013 1 comment

The fair and radiant seraph
glorious, golden, it did float and flow,
gentle winged wanderers.

Spirits moving in His glory
all with glowing and sparkling echoes
of their King.

In robes of dawn, round his glory
travellers now move fantastically
discordant no more.

(ref: The Haunted Palace by Edgar Allen Poe)


Found Poetry: Spellbound

June 10, 2013 Leave a comment

I am under the drug —
no longer a slave to these pages
why is it all the prisoners had little idea?

I knew nothing;
my solitude vast and dream-infested.

I should not hope in absolute silence
and a vast reach of black.
In its cloudless cruelty, I realised
through some portion unfathomable
graver things forged my dreams so wild…

Such visions!

In the glow I saw through my terror
realms of darkness in the sky
an abyss beyond the strange worship of the moon —
it did hold me spellbound.

In my delirium I knew nothing,
as a hopeless slave,
as a pure phantasm —
It shall not find me.

(Ref: “Dagon” by H.P. Lovecraft)

Found Poem: Heaven

June 7, 2013 Leave a comment

Childhood’s passions
have not taken my joy alone,
in the stormy depth of mystery,
its tint of gold sky pass’d me,
the thunderstorm of Heaven in view.

(Ref: “Alone” by Edgar Allen Poe)

Found Poetry: Remix

May 31, 2013 Leave a comment

Kids looking for illicit contemporary art.
Break a few rules, such as a school bus
of beautifully bizarre playas —
the constant in this land.

(Ref: National Geographic Traveler, May 2013, pg 14, “Tijuana, Remixed” by David Swanson)

Found Poem: Genetic

May 31, 2013 Leave a comment

The golden age of birth
rediscovered genetic data
pushing beyond the planet
as never before.

Creative, open,
we scoured the globe
our own system
done the right way —

Knowledge. Empathy. Peace.

(Ref: National Geographic Traveler, May 2013, pg 70 “The Year Of Exploration” by Margaret Loftus)

Found Poetry: Puppet

May 31, 2013 Leave a comment

Although you do me greater harm
are not you now as you loved me?
Shall I, by my life, desire out of doubt?
You thief come by night!
Shame, my gentle puppet.
The game I perceive, she hath prevailed
because I am so low.

(Ref: “A Midsummer Night’s Dream” (Act III Scene ii) by William Shakespeare)

Found Poetry: Dreams

May 29, 2013 Leave a comment

Tall towers
in whose shadow
her mantle of beauty
had gone away forever
into dreams obscure enough
in twilight, small stars
beyond the waking world.
Dream-haunted skies
glittering with dust of gold,
heavy with perfumes unrememberable.
For days not counted
gently join the dreams
that men have lost.

(Ref: “Azathoth” by H.P. Lovecraft)

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