The Swan Song

The Swan Song

13 May 2016

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Blue ribbons

Hang from the dark skies

As the rains

Fill the plains

With the remains of seasons

Spent in wasted stance

 

Plush meadows

Once breathed laughter’s lines

As the sun

Shone brightly

Upon yards now unsightly

A blossom of graves

 

They built caves

Within heathen grounds

Released hounds

On the weak

Their kings grovel as we speak

Their battlefields red

 

Newly wed

The bells ring for you

Pealing love

High above

The cries to bring out the dead

As the black tides sweep

 

Put to rest

Soul in house arrest

The moonbeams

Hush its screams

It wanes withers but for dreams

Daily sustenance

 

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Daylight broad

The waking penance

Where I walk

Where I talk

My mind in slow resonance

With the sleeping hordes

 

Iron rod

Piercing my ribcage

They seek rage

Through outrage

The body feels mind repeals

The soul mere stillness

 

Walk along

I will recount lives

Filling you

With wonders

From deep wells I draw splendors

My mouth a brush stroke

 

We relive

Many lost embers

The frail heart

Remembers

Feelings more than brief memoirs

Stories for boudoirs

 

United

The pieces of us

They sing loud

The Swan Song

Crystalline drops that take us

To where we belong

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Nocturne – Secret Garden

Swan – Secret Garden

Aragorn Sleepsong – Secret Garden

Children of the Suns

Children of the Suns

9 May 2016

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You twist turn

Your body’s language

Suppressed fire

The desire

To outrun fate’s marks dire

Palms’ consequences

 

Unwritten

Outcome of the Heart

Creation

Out of Blue

A pathway to elation

Stemming from the soul

 

You are mine

She claims her deathright

Hooded frames

Playing games

Between sparks of life and death

Unmuted the breath

 

Rasping voice

In countdown begins

The numbers

Coded thoughts

Series of forget me nots

Strewn through faded shapes

 

Explosion

Of coloured landscapes

The visions

Cascading

Heightened hues that the brush scrapes

From our life’s palettes

 

Invention

Within play of mind

The grey hounds

They wait dull

Minds where creation abounds

Canvas for their show

 

Time has come

Thinkers will create

Fearless roads

Carved in hills

Where the soul soars limitless

Before we need gills

 

We will swim

In deepest oceans

Blue memories

Misplacing

Every second of racing

Towards sunny skies

 

We shall fly

Birds of paradise

Hearts flowing

With the warmth

Of bright air infused in us

Children of the Suns

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Always Mine – Thomas Bergersen

The Dance of Colours /Fearless – Thomas Bergersen

Children of the Sun – Thomas Bergersen