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2 New Iambic Poems

This first one is in iambic tetrameter with the structure of an English Sonnet:

I lost you to Arabian nights:
The god Apollo’s basketball.
You had that day Queen Isis eyes..
Unfolding reddened fall leaves song.
It does mean something here in snow.
The M&#257rga flames the Firebird’s beak.
Somehow it made me let you go,
So silent beings now can speak.
I reach across the earth for you.
Across the universe I fly.
You’re under spellbound mountain dew.
Asleep by mirrors’ watchful eye.
Then something shakes the arch’s gate.
The colors open again Finn’s wake.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

 

This second one is a straight English Sonnet, having the structure and the 5 iambic feet per line, iambic pentameter:

It’s thought itself that’s separating us.
My little molecules are calling you.
So Jesus told the mountain, “Part to dust!”
And said let go, that you could do it too.
Transparent eyes that cover Western skies.
I hook the trailer hilt that pulls the sun.
I search for you each night on moonlight drives:
Some feeling in the heart that you’re the one.
You pulled me out of the beach’s seahorse sand.
And ponied up the soul for Daphne’s bed.
With wildest sleep we wake this magic land
Sing witches stirring lives from worlds we’ve banned.
The tea room veils the river’s bride in frost.
All calling for the princess who’s been lost.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

 

A New Poem: Go Through The Hills

Go Through the Hills

by Stephen Pickering

You are my tree.
because you have set me free.
An orchard garden grows
on land that once only snowed.

I’m under a spell
Only Ishtar can undo
Down, down her Roman well
I’m falling too.

I am the bird.
My life is the worm.
I see her cold, dark eye
bury me in the blood red sky.

There’s a tick.
The doors unlock.
I’m just a hick,
but I know when angels knock.

I don’t deserve this.
But here I am:
An Italian mist
Where Dante swam.

There’s a nickel sky,
and a lone star.
Gray clouds cry
wondering where you are.

That girl will come.
I feel her blinking again.
A bouncing little Sun.
She knows exactly where I am.

These beings inside
If you climb their stare
Feed the stillness of the night,
the castle that’s always been there.

I cannot breathe.
Your eyes are the hidden stone.
The gateless gate to the golden stream.
Unfold the night no man’s known.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

Sonnet #4 in Iambic Tetrameter – “Memory’s Daughter”

I am awake now to each wall.
That is the wall, this need to speak.
There’s Buddha’s tall and Buddha’s small
And secret castles across this creek.

I want to walk on ancient clouds
And fall with Isis from the sky.
Plop, splashing down the Nile,
These hands that swim know how to fly.

From Memphis to Syr’ya we’ll go
As Roman armies swarm the cross,
Which world we land Nut only knows
We’re trees, and sparrows, hiding gods.

The garden’s wall so silent I pray.
That doves will fly and pierce this gate.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

Sonnet #3 in Iambic Tetrameter: A Sacred Dance

Sonnet #3 in iambic tetrameter – “A Sacred Dance”

 
I bring you roses to your door.
I make this offering in Spring.
I now know who this dove is for,
That rises through the Sun’s gold ring.

There’s something deeper going on.
I feel the pieces come apart.
The mountain eagle soars at dawn.
And cries each piece of broken heart.

I hold your scars around my breast.
I sing you songs of ocean rain.
I look up to the mountain’s crest
And feel you come alive again.

Each breath we hold each other tight.
The dove will feed our soul tonight.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

Sonnet #2 in Iambic Tetrameter: “Moon Day”

Sonnet #2 – “Moon Day”

 
I let the moonbeams be my guide.
I look into the night for you.
I must go down to see your eyes
But somehow keep on passing through.

The earth I roll around my lips.
There seems to be some kind of fire.
It’s coming from your dancing hips.
Sweet music from an ancient lyre.

The oak trees’ branches grow in threes.
But it is clear which path to take.
Come here, my sweet, my flor-de-lis
And guide me past leaves that are fake.

I rise when splendor greets the Sun.
My Vita Nova has begun.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

A New Sonnet in Iambic Tetrameter

I’m here with you up in the Sun.
We’ve come together, shadow soul.
Today the mountain’s song’s begun.
Those guarding clouds have let us go.

We’re born from rays that blossom light,
when he appeared and took her hand..
The jewel of our mind shines bright.
The space ahead is diamond land.

Where once we walked the pollen path,
we fly upon a golden horse.
The only wisdom we had to ask
was through her eyes the sacred course.

A sacred marriage flamed down there.
We found our father from her stare.

©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

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