The Cove and Dolphins

You know, if I were a dolphin, I might tell you the troubled story like this,

 

In waters we live the lie, die
in parkland still, men with their knives
lurking in coves, bare mind contrives

wonted route, obstacles defy
loud cry in trance, artful sound dance
treacherous motives, you imply

effete cetacean archives
stacking, as we live the lie, die.

Until dawn, might live the lie, die
or with valet who arrives
turn props, captivity derives

deception of smile, doesn’t comply
the ail, strain, intellect in drain,
hoarding wealth, slaughter, don’t deny

water bloody red, spiking knives,
in waters, seeping the lie, die.

 

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Two LOVE poems, Opposite Angles

Today, I wish to write two poems,  both on love, but somehow they conflict.

 

  • This one discards the “love at sight”, taking into aspect that love grows with time, from attraction to love. It resides in a relation, can be any, not just the one in your mind.

Love is not, the first sight
mere persuasion, fed attractions
blinding night vouches no fictions

relation, no delight but alright,
ages grows, heart distant echoes
love grazes relative delight

ripens with times, alike billions
love asks not, the first sight.

  • This one seemingly is a dream, compelled by contact of eyes with a girl. There has been no interaction by speech, just the sight, but the image has been registered for ever.

Closing my eyes, appears thy face
the first sight, your deep blue eyes
meeting mine, syncs lovable ties

smiles my heart, nonpareil grace,
moment thusly surreal, dream seems real
iterating, not to erase

sigh at absence, truth applies
open eyes, still appears thy face.

Linking to Friday Poetically
and trying out octain again.

My Photo-Album

Trying to write an “Octain”

Swaying pages, book of account
come forth truths layered over time
unwrapping sketches, heart sublime

moments, forgot, could not keep count
images snare, joy fairly rare
as limitless impressions amount

beaming smile, story of lifetime
rests in pages, of book of account.

                                    (…..re-edited)

 
Try out the new poetic form “Octain” by Luke Prater. Find out more here.