#definegodliness

[poppiesandpromises]

Since I did a haibun, I reckon you should try your hand at a ghazal ✌️

lol!! Let me read up on the rules!! I'll try it but I canNOT guarantee the quality one can expect 😂

[cruxymox]

tag game for the poets and poetically inclined ( by @definegodliness )

i've changed the order of these as the last one is by far the longest.

2. one line in a song

"Some day we'll catch a glimpse of eternity"

- Apoptygma Berzerk, from Eclipse

3. one line in a movie

"You shall not pass!"

- Gandalf, from The Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring ( but you probably knew that already )

4. a word you'll avoid for fear of over-usage

'and' / '&'.

( i don't avoid it well at all, perhaps obviously, but it is one of the most common words i actively try to control )

5. one word that is you, metaphorically (no explanation)

odd

1. a poem that tends to pop into your mind

the following piece is from TS Eliot's Murders in the Cathedral, spoken by the Chorus

( note: i've not read the whole play. mostly just "the death-bringers" pops into my mind, as well as the repetition of "i have seen, i have tasted, i have felt" etc. )

I have smelt them, the death-bringers, senses are quickened

By subtile forebodings; I have heard

Fluting in the nighttime, fluting and owls, have seen at noon

Scaly wings slanting over, huge and ridiculous. I have tasted

The savour of putrid flesh in the spoon. I have felt

The heaving of earth at nightfall, restless, absurd. I have heard

Laughter in the noises of beasts that make strange

noises: jackal, jackass, jackdaw; the scurrying noise

of mouse and jerboa; the laugh of the loon, the

lunatic bird. I have seen Grey necks twisting, rat tails twining, in the thick light

of dawn. I have eaten

Smooth creatures still living, with the strong salt taste

of living things under sea; I have tasted

The living lobster, the crab, the oyster, the whelk and

the prawn; and they live and spawn in my bowels,

and my bowels dissolve in the light of dawn. I have smelt

Death in the rose, death in the hollyhock, sweet pea,

hyacinth, primrose and cowslip. I have seen Trunk and horn, tusk and hoof, in odd places;

I have lain on the floor of the sea and breathed with

the breathing of the sea-anemone, swallowed with

ingurgitation of the sponge. I have lain in the soil

and criticised the worm. In the air

Flirted with the passage of the kite, I have plunged

with the kite and cowered with the wren. I have felt

The horn of the beetle, the scale of the viper, the

mobile hard insensitive skin of the elephant, the

evasive flank of the fish. I have smelt

Corruption in the dish, incense in the latrine, the sewer

in the incense, the smell of sweet soap in the wood-

path, a hellish sweet scent in the woodpath, while

the ground lieaved. I have seen Rings of light coiling downwards, leading

To the horror of the ape. Have I not known, not known

What was coming to be? It was here, in the kitchen, in the passage.

In the mews in the barn in the byre in the market place

In our veins our bowels our skulls as well

As well as in the plottings of potentates

As well as in the consultations of powers.

What is woven on the loom of fate

What is woven in the councils of princes

Is woven also in our veins, our brains.

Is woven like a pattern of living worms

In the guts of the women of Canterbury.

[mycosmicbackyard]

Come

from out of the darkness

and into the box,

you’re safe there, for now.

I know darkness is your language

and your eyesight

and if I gave you

what I gave all of them

then we would perhaps not be where we are

but at least you’re here, in this box

and I can carry you now.

Listen, I

am sorry for all the times

I left you there all alone

grasping for air, like we both did

way back then, and up until now

I only did

what I knew

and I’m so sorry

for that

I am.

I love you, you know?

I hope you have

patience

with me.

[celtic-poetry]

And it feels

.//.

I feel it

scratching

on the inside

-

I don’t really care

but then again,

all I do is care

-

I do have feelings

all the bad ones

I don’t wanna greet

-

all they do, these feelings of mine,

aching, scratching

bothering me

on

the

inside

hurting me

hurting me

hurting me

in this sea

I cannot swim

the waves are too treacherous

pulling me down

pulling me under

burying me deep

-

I don’t really care

except I do

it’s complicated

and it feels

the emptiness is vast

you know, I’m only human

I cannot help it

all I do is feeling

“left behind”

and it stinks

it really does

“I mean f*ck you”

because in the end

why should I care

I don’t even like you

I never did

but the human heart

is a complex thing

we cannot switch it off

not at will, not at all

we are prisoners to our feelings

we are prisoners to our hearts

and it feels, it always feels

it buries you, until

you let it go

crazy

wild

you let it roam all freely

consuming you

eating you alive

but you see, a storm dies

and you will rise

anew

you will get over it

and once again,

hardening your heart

not letting people in

people are fickle

they will hurt you

maybe you are better off alone

and it feels, it feels kind of sad

honestly, but maybe it’s for the best

-

I don’t know

if I can do this dance anymore

I truly don’t know

it’s not a dance on roses

to sound cliche

it’s coal under my feet

hot

burning

coal

and I’m so tired

of feeling so much all the time

so I’m gonna stop now

no more dancing

no more trying

no more coal

-

and it feels, it feels

it always feels, but this time

maybe it’s going to be alright

.

.

.

.

.

[sanddollarpoems]

a massive blow to the skeleton army

As cool as a skellie life may be

Who could pass on immortality

As much as I'd love to rattle my bones

Skellie fingers don't work on most mobile phones

Being a vamp really isn't that bad

Dumb books have practically made it a fad

And honestly I really don't mind the bite

It's this bloody voracious appetite 🧛🏼‍♀️

[dancing-on-the-waves]

What I Do Not Understand

What I Do Not Understand 

There are things I do not understand about the feelings I have The things from where I stand often don’t make sense of what I have Am I angry or sad? How do I know what to feel? Should I be bitter or glad? Sometimes I just want to squeal

I look all around at the world Then I look inside I sit waiting for the afterworld Away from the chaos near and wide.

Sad eyes and tortured cries abound Can’t we just have peace? Loving sighs and joyful cries all around Will the noise ever cease?

Why should hate, and not love, abide? Why should greed and war thrive? Why are we so cruel inside? Can’t we see what it means to be alive?

Should I hate the haters, curse the worst? Should I love the annihilators?  I feel like I’m going to burst. Can I live for what’s greater and not be a traitor?

Do I look straight ahead Or to what’s above? Who is happier the living or the dead? Where do I find the love?

How can I reach out to help To those who are lost and hurting? Who do I call on for help When life is so disconcerting?

Can I be in comfort with others despondent? Should I live in comfort while so many live without? How can I enjoy ice cream, cake and fondant While outside people starve from disease or drought?

These things I do not understand What feelings should I have? Feeling helpless where I stand Often make me forget what I have.

K. C. Barry

[in-your-own-words]

poem excerpt from @definegodliness

messiness by @in-your-own-words

This site is dedicated to awesome lines from awesome writers!

[becomingpoet]

@definegodliness I too keep pictures of flowers for myself, to remember the good times- the beautiful times. May you find a joy that rings. In the meantime, revel in my hoard of summer jewels 🐉