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Stephen Pickering

Category: Sonnets

  • 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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  • Poem: The Night Sea

    The Night Sea

     
    I want to breath again
    beneath the mythic pond.
    This presence blows the wind
    And bares the dew soaked dawn.
    The spirits sing from wells.
    The earth’s throat opens wide.
    They say what no man tells.
    Their secrets dance inside.
    The king is sleeping still.
    His drawbridge dream released.
    His knights ride Isis’ hill.
    And dive her bluest seas.
    His white deer fly through snow
    To kingdoms no man’s known.

    This is in iambic trimeter poem with the form of an English Sonnet.

    © 2011 Stephen Pickering

  • A New Sonnet: The Emerald River

    Which city does the emerald river flow
    Where flowers dance in secret sacred shapes?
    Symbolic eyes forgotten long ago,
    Its palace mystery singing to the Fates.

    The grand old river swells the earthen banks.
    The deep wood’s breath is like a lover’s song.
    Its mystic water rises where love sank.
    We hold on floating down where we belong.

    The waters deep each morning fill the Sun.
    An orange glow that fills our eyes and hearts.
    The moonlight shimmers where our souls should run.
    These circles light the spaces where love starts.

    I dream the day when she will turn and say
    Joy streaming from her eye, “You finally came.”

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering
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  • It’s National Poetry Month – So I Should Write Some Poems

    I was just glancing at Youtube, and it said that it was national poetry month. Man they have a day and a month for everything, don’t they? Hehehehehe. Well, since I’m a poet, I thought I should write some poems, especially this month! Just wrote this sonnet a few minutes ago. Hopefully I can do one each morning for the remainder of the month, in honor of the month. I’ll just keep posting them here so I don’t have to have a new post for each and every poem. Maybe I’ll do a Youtube video at the end of the Month in honor of “Spoken Word Poetry.”

     

    Sonnet – April 11th, 2011

    It’s middle April and the rains have come
    The silent morning rings to life and sings.
    Each note a whisper of our long lost love
    that glides on creeks and swims through springs. 

    The turtles’ silence guards the lake all night.
    The frogs swim through the moistness of our song.
    When morning curtains nudge, they plop from sight,
    Soul searching for our long lost golden ball.

    The crickets provide the strings, the ducks the horns;
    An evening symphony that gives us bliss;
    To help in healing what the dragons tore,
    And bring us comfort for those that we miss.

    The flowers bloom, and trees sway in the wind.
    They dance lost songs to visit us again.

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    Sonnet – April 12th, 2011

    At dawn we lost the whisper of our song.
    Dreams carried us to worlds we’d rather stay.
    The mind builds places our souls don’t belong.
    And so the heart remains asleep all day. 

    Who’s driven long and who has driven far
    To face the mountain hiding secret love?
    Inside a bower lit with dreams by stars
    They’re parted by the birthing rays above.

    Below her bathing pool is where they hid:
    Two gems of corn who’d seek the northern light.
    She knew their power even just as kids
    To overcome the monsters which they’d fight.

    The road to follow is a mag’cal one
    To marry dreams with the light of the Sun.

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    Sonnet – April 13th, 2011

    I’d like to hold your essence cool and free.
    Your hair is waving spirits to rise up.
    Your parents are the mountains and the sea.
    You dance with legs of deer and arms of dove. 

    Your eyes are saying dive and swim this stream.
    They speak a language without having sound.
    Tonight I dance with you like in a dream.
    I can’t describe but know this thing I’ve found.

    There are no tensions in this purest form,
    Here even where Yeats said the ladder starts.
    You are the place where happiness is born,
    and fill with light the center of our hearts.

    You are the warmth of Sun that’s brought by Spring
    We glide on light by saying not a thing.

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    Sonnet – April 14th

    I’ve noticed that the people seem to glide
    And sing down by the river through the trees
    They seem to have the glow that’s born inside;
    Exuberance from not caring what life means. 

    A shadow carries water to their Spring.
    They’ve always known that someone lived in there.
    Was it a spirit or a human being?
    They say it breathes the water, drinks the air.

    The children leave their houses for the Sun.
    They swim like fish this river made of snow.
    It feels though time had just begun
    The garden nature made so long ago.

    And in the forest still the spirit rests.
    Upon stars made from Mother Nature’s breasts.

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    Sonnet – April 15th, 2011

    We’re meant to glide upon a beam of light
    But here in one wave where life splits in two,
    Collapsed a notion of what’s wrong and right.
    And now there’s nothing but toil and work to do. 

    Sometimes I think therefore I’m not so free.
    The stagnant water forms where walls are built.
    Drowning spirit born effortlessly.
    Like burning rays so hot the flowers wilt.

    It feels like its only those fleeting times
    A moment when the mind naturally rests
    A spirit born inside the heart’s red wine
    Appears in actual joy and manifests.

    A bliss that doesn’t seem the need to show
    With pride how far it’s infinite knowledge goes.

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    Sonnet – April 16th

    There was a darkness that surrounded her
    What do I do I thought as things grew dim.
    A feeling of emotions’ vision blur
    When she brought night and cold from where she’d been.

    What was this night so sad shown through her eyes?
    It was an empty stare she laid down cold.
    How can you judge a thing through all the lies
    And describe a feeling that has not been told?

    A path through strife we see a shining truth
    Come here again so I can touch the face.
    A land of plenty rises from the root
    A mouth says things we feel but cannot trace.

    Few days of riding through the emotional highs
    It disappears up through the nighttime skies.

     

  • 4 New Iambic Poems

    Iambic Dimeter:

    “I Know the Lake”

    I know the lake.
    There’s nothing more.
    What is at stake
    Is behind the door.

    Up in the sky
    Your hair flew wild.
    Your sunglassed eyes
    They hid the child.

    I thought you said
    To meet down there.
    We’d find the bed
    Without a care.

    It’s over now.
    It died somehow.

    ©2010 Stephen Pickering
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    Iambic Trimeter:

    “The Girls of Boston’s Bay”

    The girls of Boston’s Bay
    With circled stars for crowns,
    They have some tea to save
    Before a nation drowns.

    They chew on Franklin’s ear:
    French whores, they’ll have to cease.
    Theses secrets Paul must steer
    With snakes’ coiled fangs to sea.

    The peoples’ fists clenched
    Poetic visions choke.
    Only shelters smell the stench
    As purple mountains’ glow.

    They pull the dream to shore
    Jerusalem had bore.

    ©2010 Stephen Pickering
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    Iambic Tetrameter:

    “Comets”

    It’s interesting to say the least
    To sit here now among the stars
    Above the desert’s slouching beast
    Watching warriors collide on Mars.

    It be temper and it be stew
    The magic bogeymen were brought.
    They drank from stones the witches brew
    And guarded temples where Zen was taught.

    The egg that cracked the Russian woods
    Blasted our chimps through Sputnicks cage.
    Forever laying where they stood
    Each past dropped in a falling stage.

    If we sit back enough and stare,
    Our dogs we launched be finally there.

    ©2010 Stephen Pickering
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    Iambic Pentameter:

    Sonnet #6

    I smell the burnt red color of the fall.
    Back from the hunt curled up in evening sleep.
    The girls have climbed the mountain spirit’s wall.
    The fireplace burns a pathway to our dreams.

    A Norwegian pine absorbs the grieving day.
    The children leave their Latin books alone
    With the decisions Caesar has to make,
    And cherubim who speak in tongues through stone.

    Through Italy the German troops will drive.
    We pass the ball hoping for winning years.
    They pass the scotch just hoping to survive.
    If either drops, the Tiber drowns in tears.

    The ‘Mercan girl was born in a French Bar.
    But leaves this world through a bent steel guitar.

    ©2010 Stephen Pickering

     

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  • Saturday Reading: Three New Poems

    That is the temple there.
    The symbol that they stole.
    A border thin as hair
    Between Bob Frost’s two roads.

    But we’re not here to fight.
    We dance a certain beat.
    Incorrigable night
    Will glide upon our feet.

    The way it crowns is good
    Her charms decide it all.
    She guides us to the wood,
    And bares the fertile wall.

    This vision she will keep.
    Eternal in her sleep.