Amaryn's poems 2012

Doug, yes, you may True, Xmas should be a rock event!

a blanket thrown
over a smouldering fire
a desire of calm
before sneaking away
into a cold embrace

japanese heartbreak
sushi
without
sake

Amaryn, you are really exercising your poetic muscles! You've created different styles and "feel" in your gallery of poems. Very nice. Like them all!

Originally Posted by amaryn

Doug, yes, you may True, Xmas should be a rock event!

I love seeing my name in print!

there is no consolation
when longing for spring
meets nothing but dead trees

Originally Posted by Frankie Jasmine

Amaryn, you are really exercising your poetic muscles! You've created different styles and "feel" in your gallery of poems. Very nice. Like them all!

Thanks Frankie! The inspiration to do so is very much caused by this poetry thread as a whole, where people have been posting in various own styles
their work. I therefore humbly have to thank you all. My muscles might have been far less strained if it wouldnot have been the case!

since when
is emptiness
so frightening?
hollow horror
makes opening a door
an effort
enjoying friendship
frail

My post made no sense,so......I deleted it.Your poem,below this,is Amazing.I'm glad your back to writing more than the short ones you've been posting lately.Love my gods being written about!

Cupid swings with Hercules
twinkling stars, no signs of stress
even Mars is on the floor,
dances samba, at the door
waits Achilles for his turn
says his daughter wants to learn
how to conquer boyfriends fast
curtain drawn:
there's peace at last!

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

My post made no sense,so......I deleted it.Your poem,below this,is Amazing.I'm glad your back to writing more than the short ones you've been posting lately.Love my gods being written about!

Well, I may have been influenced by writing on the Haiku thread too, Doug, but I promise I shall not abandon longer ones!
These gods - and many others- have been familiar to me ever since I was a kid. At school we had to read Odyssee , for example, and then there is Ovidius and Cicero....to name a few . Sometimes they just give me ideas

her fishstickfingers stroke my skin
she dug my soul out with a grin
she pressed her lips against my face
and showered me with words of praise
not knowing what I earned this for
I turned my steps towards the door
but left it nonetheless ajar
to hear her whisper:"there you are"

I am going to laugh at this crazy world
and let a choir of mermaids hum a tune
I want to rip the curtains of Wallstreet down,
let hungry dogs arrive there soon

I want to rock through empty streets
while babies slowly fall asleep
I want my banker turn to bread
which for myself I hope to keep

Arf!Arf!

Originally Posted by Doug Denslowe

Arf!Arf!

Hey, Doug! Frisco dogs running towards Wall Street to do the job, eh? Not a bad idea!

oh, how I wish I just could
be asleeping in the sun
nothing to do, enjoying food
no place to hide and run
not anyone to weep or moan
just let my life roll on
never wondering about the world
or why these dreams have gone

Since When

Amaryn, this poem is rich in the way of haiku. So few words; so much meaning. It draws a pictures that I can see and feel. An excellent poem!


Door Ajar

This poem is super creepy to me, in a Charles Dickens/E.A. Poe way. I take it very seriously. Someone so onerous, one wants to escape from her but seems unable. A frightening thought. . . . However, considering the Amaryn Mystique, this could be a poem of humor from you! One never knows...

Still, I can share how I feel about it. I recently read a fantastic novel set in 1700s "America" but written in the mid-1800s. And unexpected surprise. A story that was gothic, but gives the shivers from human reality, not a ghostly one. That is how "Door Ajar" impacts me.

Hi Frankie! What story are you referring to? I'd be only too pleased to lay my hands on it!
"Door ajar" I wrote indeed in a spirit of dark humour. (you write "humor", what's correct, Frankie? )
It can therefore easily come out the creepy way.
By the way: Charles Dickens is one of my favourite writers. "Oliver Twist" being one of my favs. I have read his complete works by now and am ready to sail into Bernhard Shaw

Thanks for commenting again!

on an early misty morning
makes a butterfly its home
in a flowerbed beyond the house
unobserved and all alone
slowly nature comes alive
sweet and warming is the sun
while a western breeze is blowing
a new day has now begun

on the pond a swan is swimming
while nature shows its pride
timberman continue singing
working songs from day till night
little mermaids at the fountain
lift their horns up to the sky
on a dusty road a farmer
with his horses passes by


inspired by C.M.Bellman, a Swedish poet of the 19th Century

clicking the keyboard to feel the sensation
virtual friends give a standing ovation
words of embarrasment or consolation
leaving a haiku and jump in the bath!

hoovering sentiments smilies surrender
so far away someone tries to be tender
words of ensurance: you are not a mindbender
loving to write but no good at math