Poems

[Angel_de_Combate]

Touched by an Angel

We, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.

Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.

We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love's light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free.

Maya Angelou

[Angel_de_Combate]

Song Of The Rain VII

I am dotted silver threads dropped from heaven
By the gods. Nature then takes me, to adorn
Her fields and valleys.


I am beautiful pearls, plucked from the
Crown of Ishtar by the daughter of Dawn
To embellish the gardens.


When I cry the hills laugh;
When I humble myself the flowers rejoice;
When I bow, all things are elated.


The field and the cloud are lovers
And between them I am a messenger of mercy.
I quench the thirst of one;
I cure the ailment of the other.


The voice of thunder declares my arrival;
The rainbow announces my departure.
I am like earthly life, which begins at
The feet of the mad elements and ends
Under the upraised wings of death.


I emerge from the heard of the sea
Soar with the breeze. When I see a field in
Need, I descend and embrace the flowers and
The trees in a million little ways.


I touch gently at the windows with my
Soft fingers, and my announcement is a
Welcome song. All can hear, but only
The sensitive can understand.


The heat in the air gives birth to me,
But in turn I kill it,
As woman overcomes man with
The strength she takes from him.


I am the sigh of the sea;
The laughter of the field;
The tears of heaven.


So with love -
Sighs from the deep sea of affection;
Laughter from the colorful field of the spirit;
Tears from the endless heaven of memories.

Khalil Gibran

[Daretobeconju]

Great choices in poets!

I actually have very little conformity between how I write different pieces. I do some stream of conscious, yet some, as in The Whisper and The Lie, take a lot of research, editing, and rewriting. Some are written for spoken word and some as written poetry. The Whisper and The Lie actually came out of an excercise I created for myself because I was having trouble writing the second verse to a song. I later wrote a whole book based on that poem.
I love the patterns contained in some poetry, and the abstract beauty of prose as well. This may explain why I mastered no one form, only dabble in several.
I woke up this morning with an idea in my head - acronyms, or, more specifically, notorikons. There are no notorikons in what I wrote, but it was the inspiration. So I played around and came up with this:

P.O.E.M.S.T.O.R.Y.M.Y.T.H.
By The Fact Itself (I.P.S.O.F.A.C.T.O.)

Peer Onto Every Mountain
Pines Offer Endless Mossaic
Peeking Over Early Mists
Piercing Obscurity, Ever Magestic

Stories Told Of Rustic Yeoman
Stoic Tales Of Rough-sawn Youth
Solid Timber Often Rises Yearning,
Striving To Overcome Retrorse Years

May Yon Tomorrows Have
Many Yearlings Tempered Harshly
Mighty Yggdrasil Tasted Hardship
Mayhap You'll Touch Heaven

In Poem, Story, Or Fable, As Creation Traipses Onward


Similar to Haiku, the limitations of structure only allow for certain possibilities to take shape, and only a small portion of those to truly shine. I tend toward writing in this manner, which means I toss a large portion of my ideas due to the fact that I cannot contain a coherent message throughout. As with haiku and notorikons, there are only certain possibilities that are viable.
That's why I appreciate Immune's Haiku(s) so much.