Poetry By Dani.
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Index of poems:
A visionary encapsulated Fragmented inner pain The hideous things that heartache brings Remorse soaked through to vein. A bloodless loss within the heart The spell that’s cast on death A sickness flowed through inner road Expelled through dying breath. A florid moon hung ‘cross the woe A haze devouring faith A greedy gale swept up the frail And peace was deemed a wraith. A tiresome tide of what’s inside To rush and greet the weak A swollen tongue where truth was stung Thus words not hers to speak. A solemn thought so carefully sought A time before the past Where memories dove in sweet repose With care nor hope to last. A razor drawn thus carefully sawn To grant that verse be heard A ruby red to bathe the dead And birth each screaming word. Back to top She tastes the blood in fleshy words So pungent on her tongue Intense the process to create The prose of darkness spun. For pleasure be a sword of truth That slices through her dread Till lace does she the strengthen lines To prise the eyes of dead. Intense are they that shun the day To cleanse with restless wake With errant nights they slay the hours The hand of time daren’t take. Unbridled thoughts astride on dark To mimic dawn’s embrace Yet still the keepers spilling words Their gloom and shadows lace. With velvet thread and inner dread From ghosts who passed before Thus whispered to the lips of bard Bound to poetic law. Seared to the tongues of they devoid A single drop of sleep To wake the lines so sharp and fine So soul be theirs to keep. The midnight hour succumbs for now Each instant carved in pain Another moment stripped of thought A further nightmare slain. And words on page remove the cage For victories hers tonight Thus drift she may to warmth of day Till darkness picks a fight. [Winner of first AuthorsDen poetry contest, 2003] With pure delight a rhyme took flight As day tore at the seams A twisted fate enrobed her wait As rich as babies dreams. A shadow sour crossed haunting hour A moving midnight mass Where Christ be hung 'cross taunting tongue And lies of fools be crass. Formations womb repelled the gloom That deeply bit its care Though blackness grew, eclipsing blue And stripped lights carcass bare. She smiled, she sung, she prayed for sun But lived to wear the night Though still the fear of heart would sear And turn her blush to white. Too soon the moon had lost its boon Thus died in depth of dawn And though inside her strength deride Her face be pale and drawn. Misplaced, mislaid by evening's fade She gasped, to breathe once more And deep within entombed in skin She closed creation's door. Call me humble, meek, or mild Though never call me scared Linger long beneath my skin Observing how I’ve fared. Wear the windows of my eyes That you may see my pain Sleep a night within my sight Pressed in the form I’ve lain. Search the archives of my past All deftly tucked from view Graffiti ‘cross my inner walls So I may reek of you. Swear a prayer across my brow Dare the demons leave Lay upon my soulless shell But do not wail and grieve. Read my words aloud and proud Hear the rhythm rise On this day the angels flay And proof of life defies. Scare the spirits hung in trees That watch the body spoil For deep inside your hands are tied And I be ever loyal. Back to topMy Australia © Dani, 2003 Gaze I across the harsh terrain Where soul and heart were grown The drying earth that prays for rain My love, my cherished home. No ice nor emerald meadow lay Across her sandy girth Yet I’m beholden every day To the kingdom of my birth. Unique her colours, bright and bold I’ll follow where I’m led Through burnished fields of wheaten gold And arid deserts, red. The brilliance of her grandeur true In skirts of golden sand That skim the crystal waters blue And take my loving hand. The nights are borne of deep allure Lit by the Southern Cross Like God has sewn the heavens pure And darkness dared emboss. Such awe-inspiring seasons fall Across my tender sight Thus never lost to shadowed pall From warmth to winters bite. My home of many treasures, fill All hearts with pride and glow From the rushing rivers never still Pushed on by natures flow. The cracks across her surface, shape When earth drinks water deep The fragrant gums and grasses drape As souls of ANZAC's sleep. Enamoured by this stunning bride Besotted with her grace I pray the heavens open wide And kiss her fragile face. My loving home, my Country fair The place I long to be Where people of all nations share, And soul of man be free.Back to top
Write for me a poem… Rid me of this bloodied heart Tear its tarnished core Shedding beats so dire and fleet Lest I may breathe no more. Grasp it near, encircle fear Fill your vacant chest Move beyond this loveless bond Then leave me to my rest. Permeate such bitter fate Drive it through your bones Dispersing need like feral seed Afloat on twisted tones. Wear the image of my loss Dress to coat your guise Prise a tongue from wording wrung To lift aloft your lies. Wrap me tight voracious night Slash the sullen sky Shred the wings from ugly things For I’ve no need to fly. Paint your breath upon my death Exhale for me alone Conjure spells from hidden hells Then turn my soul to stone.
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