#bref double

[definegodliness]

Emily

Emily, you wore socks of white, Stained by the grass, shamrock green, As you danced; the forlorn orchard, Your hidden stage of stress-relief.

Prettier than I'd ever seen, Your flowing hair danced in the wind; Your floral dress twirled o'er your knees And turned my eyes into a thief.

Voyeur, thirteen; I saw you sway, Hidden behind lush apple trees; Wishing I was somewhat braver, Somehow not shaking like a leaf.

You danced so free, barely sixteen, And filled my dreams with birds and bees.

--- 28-8-2020, M.A. Tempels © “... a bref double.”

[youmustexistentiallyknowpaolo]

Not the Last Dirge for Liam Troy

Will it cost to live more When the barriers are torn And the doors are left sore But the arms raised on high   What was breathing before When the whole world is small And eyes can’t see the core But the souls wish to try   Yet arms are on the floor Even when you don’t fall And the mind is airborne When the heart love to lie   As the world gives its call Let not life go to scorn

04/09/18

[rosecoloredfun]

                                                                                                                           june poetry - a bref double

he held an hourglass nearby

with etched design of crescent moon

a lamp was part of his supplies

to help him navigate the stream

he pressed on underneath the bridge

with stars that lit a velvet sky

and wind ascending from the waves

caused him to fall asleep and dream

he stayed adrift til eagle’s cry

split thru the silence of the morn

and woke him as the boat hit dawn

a pink and gold and mauve sunrise

he made it through a night whereby

he fell asleep neath peaceful skies

-- askeetedavis --

[definegodliness]

Lavinia

Lavinia, inamorata, Allow me a strand of your hair, For I will embark tomorrow And sail to a faraway land.

An ocean will soon divide us, But I will return a rich man, And if I so may dream aloud, I'll then ask your father your hand.

I know the odds are against us, Yet I'll do whatever I can To prove my worth; my love, I swear I'll bring home a real wedding band.

Please, grant me that token you care; I’ll need all love’s luck for this plan.

--- 29-8-2020, M.A. Tempels © “... a bref double.”

[definegodliness]

Cadence

Cadence, imagine how things were When wildflowers grew everywhere, Blooming unpolluted under Unveiled skies shining stars galore.

Mankind's world must've been so small; Little things, easy to enjoy As nature’s spoils kept us in awe, Thus art flowed for all we'd adore.

So do I love you; small, yet tall; So tall, I seize the universe And hear its sweet hymn's every verse Much clearer than ever before.

This modern world, you cleanse its curse, And I rejoice as its walls fall.

--- 1-9-2020, M.A. Tempels © “... a bref double.”

[definegodliness]

Maure

Maure, when the air gets colder Yet still the sun does warm my skin There arrives the nightly thunder And in its wake my dreams of you.

I crave the rain strumming the roof More and more as I get older Its violent natural rhythm Reminds me how our young love grew.

Maure, have you kissed another In the rain, letting lipstick stain His face; his heart, yours to reign; Your fire raging love anew?

Please say you've not turned to smolder, The thought alone drives me insane.

--- 30-8-2020, M.A. Tempels © “... a bref double.”

[definegodliness]

Late September

Late September, a battle lost Once more in the ongoing war Between bloom and gloom; it's a dance Preceding the dawning of man.

Gaia, halfway another spin, Now has other babes sunbathing Where Helios' gaze, uncontrolled, Would shape a nice and even tan.

Here, likely lovers turn timid As wonder makes place for chagrin; Their romances wither, untold, If ever they even began.

Here, the outside world darkens, cold, If we don’t light the flame within.

--- 26-9-2020, M.A. Tempels © “... a bref double.”

[tensecondsago]

Lily of the Valley

Lily of the Valley

These valley blooms of May Drape high in early spring Reaching for the sunlight To dry its lady’s tears To soon harvest bouquets With words too hard to sing I left these bells of mine In hope they’d reappear Due in eyes of winter Reflect on what is lost Sow the seeds patiently Blossom within the year White flowers borne in spray Behold what beauties bring

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