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Non-rhyming poems of mine

I think the reason I don't write free verse often is because of how much I love music.

This one is really old:

"The Greatest Gift of All Is..."
By: Tristan Alexander Arts

The sun,
It sits in the blue sky, during bold new day,
yet goes away at sunset. What could be more splendid
than the star that gave us life?


The Earth, or Gaia,
Our mother, it stands, a blue and green contrast to the inky black of outer space, and we must learn to respect it, our provider. What could be more splendid than the planet that made us possible?


The stars,
They twinkle grandly at night, hinting at thier magnificence,
but not totally revealing it. What could be more splendid than
the suns of other worlds, forming into universes and galaxies
faraway, the hidden possibility, that we are not alone?


Life,
It is something bestowed to us by the gods, and we must
make the best use of it, and learn, so that the next life will
take us even closer to The Creators. What could be more splendid
than the gods' gift to us all?


The gods,
They lie in another universe, the creators of all things,
and they are always with us. Who could be more splendid than
They who doth create the universe and everything in it,
to give us a sense of comfort when we go to the other side?


Yet, with all considered, all gifts and the gods themselves, come
as one, to make one great excitement, a special gift.

- - -

“A Love Truly Divine”
Tristan Arts

Her hair as black as raven feathers;
Legs as smooth as well-made silk;
Her skin is a dark, rich amber;
Her face speaks a benevolence beyond human comprehension;
Her soul sings a love of heavenly proportions;
Voice interwoven with a beauty divine;
She holds me close, Her song filling my whole being with
an indescribable serenity;
Her hands caress me gently, and our faces touch in a warm
tingle, cheek-to-cheek;
She looks at me affectionately as we relax in each others arms, and smiles;
Her soft, full lips kiss mine passionately, and I lose all track of time
in the gentle movement of our tongues;
The kiss lasts for ages and eons, it seems, but it stops too soon for me;
Our bodies press warmly against each other, and I sink my head to
rest against Her bosom;
Her hands softly touch my back, and Her delicate yet strong fingers gently
tingle the flesh.

Then She speaks Her words of love to me, whispering in my ear those words
That caused time to halt, and all sensations that were made and all words
That were said built themselves up to this point, to make it superbly special;
With three words, my soul soared, and I felt all touches of love all at once,
All in that one moment;
The Goddess said, “I love you.”


- - -

"Living Is Fleeing Entropy"
By Reverend Beautiful Pyre

Noisy. Neurotic. Chaotic.
Excitement slams inside like a sniper bullet, but gently.
Noise is a repairing peace. Movement is a little life.
Life is the weight of the equation.
Dear Ecstatic Alchemist Transcended Here.
Lunacy Is Finally Entering.
Delighting Evermore And Then Hovering,
Legacy Is Forever Endearing.

Quiet. Calm. Peaceful.
Tiredness bores inside like a worm devouring a carcass, sparing nothing.
Silence is a shattering noise. Stillness is a little death.
Entropy is the counterweight to the equation.
Living Is Fleeing Entropy.
Dying Eternally Accentuates This Hell.
Love Is Flying Everywhere.
Delightful Escape And Then Heaven.

- - -

Tis all for now.

Comments

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moonskrye
Oct. 22nd, 2005 08:45 pm (UTC)
I think the reason I don't write free verse often is because of how much I love music
you don't think that non-rhyming pieces can flow like music? or am i missing something?
fayanora
Oct. 22nd, 2005 09:38 pm (UTC)
Not at all. I just have a hard time thinking in terms of music if it doesn't rhyme.

Another reason I like rhymes is because a lot of times I come up with poem ideas during times when I can't write it down (like at work) and so rhyming helps me remember it.
moonskrye
Oct. 22nd, 2005 08:54 pm (UTC)
dishevelled rumpled frumpled reality tossled wink one eye open solar eclipsed visions shaping like a crescent even the sun god give glorious luna praise in the heavens over earth body stretched warped coiled round 'n round itself cocoon emerging in the visual display of firework auroras breathing in the dance of time-- inhale...pause...be....standstill the universe sculpted around fingers splayed on canvas of being...exhale comets and starshine Bang birthsoup ...

leaves me wanting the eyes and mind of dali and escher...glorious brain food of the senses.
fayanora
Oct. 22nd, 2005 09:41 pm (UTC)
*Hee hee* We liked that. We don't know if we quite understand it, but we like it.

Molly likes "birthsoup." No doubt now she will repeat that phrase over and over and over again tomorrow until I go insane. (Bad thing about having more than one person in your head is you can't very well shut them up. :-)

That... poem, is it? That poem reminds me of "shoikinstreamofconsciousness" poems I do.
moonskrye
Oct. 22nd, 2005 09:43 pm (UTC)
That... poem, is it?
no, it's a dabble. i've only been dabbling for about 30 years.

;)
fayanora
Oct. 23rd, 2005 08:54 am (UTC)
fayanora
Oct. 23rd, 2005 08:54 am (UTC)
Tell me more of these dabbles, please?

A SK SOC poem:

"Oh How I Miss The Kiss"
By = Tristan A. Arts

Oh how I miss the kiss, and this loneliness does piss away my dreams and schemes and memes and it seems I'm lost and tossed and bossed and bobbed while my head throbbed and I sobbed that it could not be for we aren't free - not you, not me; don't you see I can only cry for we lie down and die to fly into the sky so high and say goodbye to you and I no matter how hard we try to fly we always sigh and die and now we see how the plow does plough and the Tao never helped the cow or sow or bough to live now, so shall I just give my life away to death's breast and rest without passing the test or leaving the nest and becoming the best like ocean's crest; nay I say I shall play today and go away when comes the day but till then I live and give despite the kiss I miss from loneliness.
consortofvenus
Nov. 5th, 2005 06:06 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. I love "A Love Truly Divine".

I'm sorry I didn't respond to your emails. It was rude. I've been going through a lot lately.
fayanora
Nov. 5th, 2005 07:00 pm (UTC)
Understandable. What's been going on?
consortofvenus
Nov. 6th, 2005 08:04 am (UTC)
The usual. Life. Starting to feel that life isn't worth living, that it's too hard. I feel like I cannot do much right. Especially those things that I need; like having a job. I'm afraid that I will not get it together before the parentals die and I'm all alone.

And Jessica. I'm having so much trouble getting over Jessica. I miss her, being my lover. It's not that I'm being an obesessive stalker-ish. It's that the feelings are still here and why I can have them without going crazy... the feelings are still there. The feelings of not having what I want so badly. I love her; I miss her loving me the same way and I miss us.
consortofvenus
Nov. 6th, 2005 08:06 am (UTC)
while I can have them***
fayanora
Nov. 6th, 2005 03:02 pm (UTC)
BTW, is that Fred from Angel in your icon?
consortofvenus
Nov. 6th, 2005 03:27 pm (UTC)
Yup, from when she was posessed by that demon.
fayanora
Nov. 6th, 2005 03:30 pm (UTC)
I thought she was *replaced* by a demon?
consortofvenus
Nov. 6th, 2005 03:31 pm (UTC)
Oh yeah. That's a better word.
fayanora
Nov. 9th, 2005 11:27 am (UTC)
Yeah, that was a kind of confusing storyline, made even more so by the fact I didn't get to see those episodes in order. Some I still haven't seen.
consortofvenus
Nov. 9th, 2005 11:44 am (UTC)
I missed some too. I'm getting the whole final season on DVD hopefully this Christmas though. It was confusing. I only saw it once so I can't be sure but I'm not sure that they delivered the death-of-Fred story line as coherently as they could have.
fayanora
Nov. 9th, 2005 12:19 pm (UTC)
I have the *first* season of Angel on DVD. Got it last year for Xmas. I want the others!

http://www.livejournal.com/users/fayanora/73290.html
fayanora
Nov. 6th, 2005 02:53 pm (UTC)
Ah.

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