Enjoy!

[stigmaticman]

Under Cloak of Night

When all is still, the night advanced,
And most, to sleep, have nodded off,
The thief a'prowl takes his chance
Keeping to the concealing dark,
And finds himself a quick way in,
All to elude the watchman's arm.

Skilled as he is, he minds the silence,
And keeps his entry unknown,
Alert to any unforeseen presence,
Gaining entry without alarm,
Then makes his way, going about,
Finding valuables he can carry off,

And, before you know it, he's gone,
Back to the darkness from which he comes.

 

[stigmaticman]

Davy Jones' Locker

Lost to the depths, the ocean holds,
The sunken ships in waters cold,
The weight of leagues bring their burden,
Light lies dead beyond the surface,
As some things live where man is ghost.

As darkness reigns there way below,
There man may be, without a soul;
Bottomed vessels, caskets buried,
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lost to the depths.

Men betrayed by a lust for gold,
Set out to seek and search for more?
Truth sends warnings grim of what had
Claimed the lives of once merry men!
No-one knows the stories untold
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Lost to the depths.

 

[stigmaticman]

What Was That?

I hear your voice repeating
Inside my head.
It didn't make much sense,
Of which you were speaking,
But I can't stop thinking
About the things you said.

I hear your voice repeating
Inside my head.

I've got myself believing
I know what was meant,
As the words you said
Seem to have new meaning.
I hear your voice repeating
Inside my head.

 

[stigmaticman]

Pennies In the Wishing Well

What am I to do,
But make a wish so swell?
My hopes with you are few,
And, what, I will never tell.

All the things I do for you
Are pennies in the wishing well.

My hopes with you are few,
And, what, I will never tell.
So, I toss a coin or two,
But maybe luck will tell.

All the things I do for you
Are pennies in the wishing well.

So, I toss a coin or two,
But maybe luck will tell,
And if the old saying holds true,
I'll make a wish right now.

All the things I do for you
Are pennies in the wishing well.

 

[stigmaticman]

With My Head In the Clouds

eyes turned on high,
i behold giants in the sky
in their fluffy white life

i watch them pass by,
mind-play on shapes
behold giants in the sky

like them, i drift away,
imagining white ideas,
mind-play on shapes

as well it should be,
life has a vibrant side,
imagining white ideas

heavens open in mind,
the wonders capture me,
life has a vibrant side

together we simply be,
eyes turned on high,
the wonders capture me
in their fluffy white life

 

[Poppy1]

Another great bunch of poems here Stiggy, I think Davy Jones Locker is outstanding. I can see a common thread in the first three poems where you seem to be talking about something far more personal than is at first apparent. With My Head In the Clouds makes me smile .....you know why

 

[stigmaticman]

thanks poppy, you know why my head is in the clouds

here's some more.
__________________

That One Diner I Frequent

A woman smiles and hurries inside,
While I hold the door for her and
Return a kind smile.

'You wanna get a table?'
She asks, with a laugh,
Smiles, and bats her eyes.

'No, thanks,' I reply,
'I'm here to meet someone.'
And I can't help but smile.

I take my seat at the bar.
The pretty little waitress
Smiles and bats her eyes.

She pours my coffee real slow.
'Cream or sugar?' she asks.
I can't help but smile.

'That would be grand!' I kindly reply,
But never once have I told her that I like it black.
She smiles and bats her eyes,
And I return a warm smile.

________________________

Trusty Old Pocket Watch

This heart fails me not,
Beating and beating,
Beating and beating,
This heart fails me not!

Keeping time, it never stops,
And it never stops keeping!
Beating and beating
This heart fails me not!

Like a trusty old pocket watch
I always have it with me,
It keeps on ticking and ticking,
And it hasn't yet stopped!

This heart fails me not,
Beating and beating,
Beating and beating,
This heart fails me not!

 

[stigmaticman]

here's a couple more...


The Sway of Love

Cool summer days are kind in nature,
(As if nature loves to be kind to her lovers)
While the gentle breeze rustles the grasses,
Pussy willows bob and hover,
And come to life with the wind,
As if joy is found in heeding the call.
They let the love take them in
That one would hardly deny!

Everyone is involved in the making
When love lifts her voice upon the air,
And everything green seems to sway;
The leaves of the trees take to dance,
Giving themselves to what's simply meant to be.
Such days are pleasant to the soul,
And bring with them new beginnings
When days like these are pure ambrosia.

Cool summer days are kind in nature;
Everyone gets involved in the making
As Nature loves to be kind to her lovers.
Love lifts her voice upon the air,
The gentle breeze rustles the grasses,
And everything green seems to sway,
As pussy willows bob and hover,
And the leaves of the trees take to dance,
And come to life with the wind
Giving themselves to what's simply meant to be
As if joy is found in heeding the call.
Such days are pleasant to the soul,
When letting the love take you in,
They bring with them new beginnings
That one could hardly deny
When days like these are pure ambrosia.

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When a Star Dies

As a star nears the end of its life
It emits its dying last light
As it spends what's left of its fuel.
Caught in its death-throws,
The core burns hotter and brighter
As it begins folding in upon itself,
Shrinking in size, growing in density,
And continues super-heating
Until, at last, it completely collapses.

As the star nears the end of its life,
And it spends what's left of its fuel,
The core burns hotter and brighter,
Shrinking in size, growing in density,
Until, at last, it completely collapses.

As the star nears the end of its life,
The core burns hotter and brighter,
Until, at last, it completely collapses.

The core burns hotter and brighter...

In the breadth of but a single second,
The core burns hottest and brightest,
And releases itself in a massive explosion!

In the breadth of but a single second,
With its fuel finally spent,
The core burns hottest and brightest,
The star gives one final heave
And releases itself in a massive explosion!

In the breadth of but a single second,
The star, no longer able to sustain itself,
With its fuel finally spent,
Rapidly collapses upon itself,
The core burning hottest and brightest,
And, in a stunning display,
The star gives one final heave,
As it leaves the heavens,
And releases itself in a massive explosion!

 

[stigmaticman]

The Raven to Take You Home

O' some are blessed with length of days,
And many, though, never grow old,
Whether at peace, or deathly afraid,
Still, the raven must take you home.

Raven:
"With the feathers black as night
I guide you to the afterlife."

Dark as death is, 'tis part of life,
Tho' another day's your only hope,
But when it is your time to die,
Still, the raven must take you home.

Raven:
"With the feathers black as night
I guide you to the afterlife."

As life must always yield to death,
Though we grieve, every man must go,
And, as you take your final breath,
The raven's there to take you home.

Raven:
"With the feathers black as night
I guide you to the afterlife."

[author's note: this poem is a nonce form, but, in fact, it's a Kyrielle with intermissory refrains (the couplets).]