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Dec. 17th, 2007 @ 07:32 pm Many Faces of Love
Time for another poem in the 'Faces of Love' series. You can find the others in this series as well as the "Long Search' and 'Zodiac' series in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.




Epitaph

Two years gone by.
Two years of gradual
growing away.
And now I've reached a place
where the little pieces of you,
the ones you left behind, don't
claw at me like cornered cats
when I encounter them in the
attic of my mind.

Acceptance is the key, we
said, and I've accepted as fact
you won't be coming back;
that your sports coat in my
closet is not a guarantee of
your return. That your promise
had no roots in reality; that,
perhaps, you even lied; and that
even when you said you'd never
hurt me, you knew you would
because you couldn't help
yourself.

I accept this because I have
no choice and because I must
live, I must survive, because I
can't help myself.

But will I ever see brown eyes
without remembering yours
brimming with what I took for
love every time you looked at
me? And will I ever see a sunset
one over the mountains without
remembering the one we saw?

I didn't want to give up -
Gods know, I didn't want to -
But I can't keep up the dreams alone,
I can't live in your fantasy.
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Dec. 12th, 2007 @ 10:24 pm Deja Vu
Its been a while since I added to the 'Many Faces of Love' poem series. I hope you enjoy it.

You can find the others in the 'Faces of Love' series, as well as the 'Zodiac', and 'Long Search' in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.



Deja Vu


What's the definition of premonition?
Deja vu? I knew I'd lose you?

While trying not to hear the
voice of fear whispering your name,
I heard it just the same;
"He'll slip away", said fear
beside my ear.

Somehow I knew, walking the beach
with you, writing in the sand, climbing
the rocks, and hearing you laugh at my
attempts to photograph you against
the sky. You didn't know that I knew
this would be our last enchanted time;
we'd be each others past.

I had just a flash of deja vu that soon
I'd lose you. And the voice of fear
rang triumphant, loud and clear.
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Dec. 9th, 2007 @ 04:33 pm The Long Search
I took a little break from the 'Long Search' series of poems so decided to add to it again. You can find the others in the series as well as the 'Faces of Love', 'Zodiac', and others in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.



AFTER THE DANCE


After the bow and pirouette
in this lovers' minuet.
When the final turn is called
and the light turn bright
as day. When the magic
music stops, when we've left
this close embrace and we've
gone our separate ways
after briefly sharing space.

Will the glowing linger on
or desert us to the cold?
Will we leave with no regrets?
Will we find this place again?
Will it ever be the same?
Will you even know my name
after the dance?
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Dec. 6th, 2007 @ 07:58 pm A Christmas Carol
This one is a stand alone poem. You can read the 'Many Faces of Love', 'The Long Search', 'Zodiac', as well as others in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.




A CHRISTMAS CAROL


Christmas...
A day when all the world
rejoices...

Yet winter keeps his hold
upon my heart.

Beleaguered, as I am,
by ghosts of Christmas passed,
and knowing not the face of
Christmas yet to be...

I find no cause for joy
in Christmas present.
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Dec. 5th, 2007 @ 02:09 pm Magdalena's Joy
Here is the final in the set that started with 'Mary's Prayer', continued with 'Magdalena's Despair' and finishes with this. You can find the others along with the other poem series in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.



MAGDALENA'S JOY

He is risen! He is risen!
Let the very hills proclaim it!
Yea, I went into the garden
to anoint his battered body,
and I found the soldiers
sleeping.
From the door the stone was
carried by a hand of awesome
power; and the cerements
were lying undisturbed, surrounding
nothing.

Lo, an angel spoke unto me:
Be not afraid. He is risen! He is risen!
Let the very hills proclaim it!
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Dec. 4th, 2007 @ 08:20 pm Magdalena's Despair
I had debated on posting this. There are three in the set and not really a series. Because of comments received I have decided to post the other two that go with Mary's Prayer. Thanks to all for the wonderful comments.

The other poem series: 'The Faces of Love', 'Zodiac', and 'The Long Search' along with 'Mary's Prayer' can be found in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.




MAGDALENA'S DESPAIR

They've taken Him away, the bright
dream fades, and all our hopes have
died upon that cross of infamy, where
hung the gentlest soul that man has
known.

Condemned a criminal by men
who cannot see and will not dream of
worlds in which a man can live in love
and harmony with every other man.

He's gone, and I am left here on my own
to try to live the life He made me see.
For having known His eyes, I can't return
to that unhallowed outcast life I knew.

I go now, to prepare His poor remains
for that long sleep He thought to
never know.



I will post the third in the series next. Hope you enjoy them all.
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Dec. 3rd, 2007 @ 04:08 pm Mary's Prayer
Taking a break from the series to add a poem for the Christmas Season. You can find the Long Search, Zodiac, and Faces of Love series in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.





Mary's Prayer

Here her is, Father, after all these months,
just as your messenger promised.
And, Oh! He' perfect, Father; perfect, and
beautiful beyond my imaginings.

See how He smiles serenely in His sleep.
Is He laughing at this rough place wherein
we've laid Him? Or is it simply that,
being a child, He is unconcerned?

Soon the word will spread throughout
the land. King and shepherd boy will
come to share His birth.

But for now - He is mine, Father -
Mine and Yours. I know I may not
keep Him long, Father. He has much
to do in this unhappy world. Much
to change.
And men making changes seldom
see old age.

Father, give me the wisdom to guide
His unsteady feet into the future.
Courage to accept that future with
all that it entails.
And serenity, knowing that you have
planned this day, and all the days to
follow, with infinite understanding
and infinite love.

Amen.
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Dec. 1st, 2007 @ 08:04 pm The Long Search
Thank you to everyone for great feed back. The Long Search poem series continues. To read the others in the series as well as the Zodiac and Many Faces of Love, you can find them in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.




INTROSPECTION

What a mood I'm in.
Blues and grays intertwine
with sunshine notes.
Alone but no so much lonely
as wanting to share.

The music of words keeps me
living; what I write, what I read;
both a kind of giving.

Spending my days in poems and
songs no one will read, no one
to hear.

Not so much lonely as wanting
to share; I just want to
share.
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Nov. 30th, 2007 @ 05:53 pm The Long Search
Here is the next in the Long Search poetry series. The Zodiac, and The Faces of Love series can be found in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.






Sahara of My Mind


My pen is mute; my
thoughts are turned to dust
within my head, as dry as
scattered bones bleached
by a desert sun.

They have no life;
they lie as parched and
perished things, forgot
within the still Sahara
of my mind.
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Nov. 28th, 2007 @ 12:04 am The Long Search
As I continue the Long Search poem series, I want to express my appreciation for the feedback and lovely comments. I admit it, I love feedback.

You can find the others of the Long Search as well as the Faces of Love and Zodiac series in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.


SERAGLIO

Here we sit, me and the sad-eyed poets,
here in this candle lit room with all its
gold and silver candle lit memories.
Just me and the sad-eyed poets who've
put my pain to music.

Remembering how you lay naked and
laughing in the candle lit silver and gold gloom.
Remembering your face thrown into relief
by light and shadow.
Remembering your childlike joy at the
fat snowflakes falling outside the
window.

All the gold and silver candle lit memories;
me and the sad-eyed poets the only
witnesses.
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Nov. 26th, 2007 @ 08:03 pm The Long Search
As the Long Search continues here is the next in the series. The others along with the Zodiac and Faces of Love poem series can be found in Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen. Hope you enjoy it.



The Poet's Muse

Contentment is the enemy of Art;
My words are wrung from me, as
drops of blood squeezed from a thorn-
pricked hand, their cause the same -
A wound - my words the essence of
my heart pierced to its depths, immersed
with bitter pain.

In time the heart will heal, as does the
hand; though scarred it will resume its
patterned throb and life goes on.

Contentment leads to sloth; in leisure I
forget the tears of blood my heart has
shed upon the page of time.
The scratchings of my pen produce
no more than flighty verse, writ only
to confuse, 'till seeing this, I bare my
healing breast to that sweet knife which
reawakens my muse.
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Nov. 21st, 2007 @ 05:28 pm The Long Search
This continues the Long Search series of poems. Thank you for your great comments they encourage and uplift. The Zodiac and the Faces of Love series can be found in Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.





Benediction for a Ghost watcher

I bleed for you because you bleed.
I see your tears of blood shed for
the bloodshed.

In your eyes I see the gray-green ghosts
which haunt your sleep and come unbidden
to your waking mind summoned by a
thunderclap or a song.

Let the bleeding stop.
Let the ghosts go peaceful
to their hidden graves.
But carry the graves within
your heart.

By your grief you are absolved.
Let the grieving stop, but do not
forget the acceptance of the hateful
as commonplace is the only real
tragedy.
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Nov. 20th, 2007 @ 11:11 pm The Long Search
Here is the next in the Long Search. Hope you are enjoying them. You can find the Zodiac series and The Many Faces of Love series in Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.


Shooting Star

Once I was held unbound by the
slenderest of fragile silver cords;
Held to an orbit of your sun
by this invisible umbilical
connector of two souls.

Severed now, I drift through
the frozen universe of my life.
I orbit every passing star -
gravity is my security -
Nova spins me into space
again.

I am a comet with a fiery tail,
roaming the void of my existence;
Destined to be a traveler
pushing deep into unchartered gloom
to spend my light.
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Nov. 19th, 2007 @ 07:13 pm The Long Search
Here is the next in the Long Search poem series. The Zodiac and the Faces of Love series can be found in Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen. Thank you for all the great feedback and comments.



Atavisms

Why are we here, you and I?
We belong to a gentler time
before the world went mad.

Not for us this rushing, pushing,
hurtling insanity.
Quiet suits our souls;
Time for reflection, time
for dreaming in the sun.

We don't belong here -
These are not our people -
This is not our time.
Our time is gone, and we
are cast adrift here to
struggle and survive as
best we can.

Somewhere, memory stirs of
that other birth place long ago,
and there our hearts return in
longing.

How can we be happy here,
we who have known that peace?
This is at best a poor substitute
for the world we knew.
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Nov. 16th, 2007 @ 04:28 pm The Long Search
Well I completed the 'Faces of Love' poem series and the Zodiac in Verse as well. Thank you to everyone that commented and encouraged me with their kind words.

The Long Search poem series is a bit different than any other works I have posted before. I hope you enjoy it.

The Zodiac and Faces of Love can be found in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.

Ok on to the first one in the series. Appreciate any feedback and comments.


GENESIS

When time was new, I walked the earth men call Atlantis,
Seeking game, hunting the wild woods, the wind rustling
my hair, and heady scents of trees and grasses caressed
my skin.
Walking in beauty with my sister, Aphrodite, and others
of our kin, we came in time to be known to lesser folk
as gods.

Time passed, immortal, we could not die, but left our
frail clay and floated for interminable time, taking
in the sights of earth.
We watched the breakup of the continents, the
great flood, the building of the pyramids,
the might of Rome.

The longing to experience came again,
leading me to take on flesh,
a man of the people, fallen, who, one day
walking came upon the Elder Brother,
and attending him, washing his feet with
my tears and drying them with my hair;
and he did not rebuke me;
instead made me a faithful follower,
even unto Golgotha and beyond.

Again I left the mortal frame, and walking
through time and space, spun out the light
years 'till once again I felt the call;
immersed myself in flesh once more
amid the rage of battle in a time of
civil strife, when brother rose against brother,
and father turned against son,
and the skies were filled with smoke,
and the earth was filled with blood.
I knew the face of the compassionate One,
whose soul, crying out for liberty, demanded
liberty for all.

In the passage of time, I visited earth
many times, in many different guises,
some better and some worse;
until now, I stand incarnate,
a man of no great accomplishment
and no saving grace except my knowledge
of my own immortality.

I have known godhood.
I have seen the face of greatness,
and have known a soul with a body
surrounded by bodies with souls.

When I leave this place I will continue
as all life continues, in one form or another,
until my final return to the source of all things.

This is my saving grace.
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Nov. 15th, 2007 @ 06:06 pm Many Faces of Love
Well here is the last one in the Faces of Love Series. Thank you all for your encouragement and support. The feedback has been wonderful. The Faces of Love and the Zodiac series can be found in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.




A Farewell to Friends


Drink, O friends of this
appointed hour;
Drink this, the wine of my
heart
squeez'd by my hand from
bitter grapes, and green,
and tender, purpling the lips;
and, quaffing know
that each of you will be the
grapes
from which I wring the wine
of future days,
my vintner's hands blending
the purple and green into
a heady mix
to tantalize the palates of the
world.
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Nov. 14th, 2007 @ 06:36 pm Many Faces of Love
Here is the next in the Faces of Love series. For me it was a more light hearted piece than I generally tend to write, and was for a bit of fun with words. Thank you for the great comments I have received for both this series and the Zodiac. All the others so far can be found in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.


The Common Denominator

When the circumstances of my life
don't add up;
When two minus one equals
zero;
When my troubles are multiplied
by our long division;
And the benefits derived from
drawing breath are fractional;
I try to remember that
love is the equation that
makes two halves a whole.

Love adds meaning to life
by multiplying life by itself
to find the square root of
eternity.

The common denominator.
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Nov. 13th, 2007 @ 09:01 pm CHALLENGE
Well it happened. I think I may have gone off my rocker. Now I know I have heard of those elusive critters everyone refers to so I guess they must exist. Heck every once in a while out of the corner of my eye I think I might have seen one, but was never sure.

Well.... Last night in the middle of an Oh So nice dream this thing with floppy ears jumps up in my face waving its paws and won't go away no matter how hard I try. I tell it its interfering with a wonderful dream that I really want to finish, but does it listen NO! It now starts bouncing around me giving me a look like "WAKE UP I need you to do something". Me I figure if I ignore it long enough it will get tired and I can go back to my dream.

Well it seemed to work, but next thing I know I am in my dream sitting at a table, Laptop open and ideas bouncing around in my noggin!! HU?? this isn't the dream I wanted to finish. Whats going on??? And then I see this flash of floppy ears out of the corner of my eye and turn my head and see the damn thing sitting there with a look on its face of "Told ya so".

Sigh. I am no author. I have NO writing skills. I couldn't keep a dialog or decent conversation going if my life depended on it and I tell the stupid looking thing this. It flops over and types one word... CHALLENGE!!

Oh, Ok. I get it. Don't need a ton of bricks dropped on my head. So I give up any hope of finishing my dream (in the back of my mind I am thinking this is a dream anyway so I won't even remember it in the morning" so I agree to put the idea out there and see what happens. Next morning do I forget... Nope its still buzzing around so...

Here it is. Harry/Draco of course. "Duel of the Senses" Here is what I cant get out of my brain and if anyone feels the desire to take this and run with it I would be ever so grateful! (Don't want that floppy eared pest popping up in my dreams again).

Title: Duel of the Senses (Or any title you want)
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Set: Prior to DH probably around the time of 'The Half-Blood Prince'
Rating: NC-17 (Up to you but I do love good H/D scenes)
Disclaimer: All the general stuff needed.
Summery: Draco find a way to finally win a dual with Harry.

Plot ideas: After loosing another duel to Potter in DADA, Draco comes up with a plan to challenge Harry to a very specific type of spell duel. It involves spells that only effect the senses. No spells that can specifically cause pain after that anything goes and each spell can only last oh 60 seconds? . First to admit defeat looses and has to be the other persons slave for a day (that way maybe they can both win :grin:) Other rules up to the author.

Draco comes up with some very intense erotic spells to overwhelm Harry. Spells that Harry would NEVER think of using or that they would even exist.

Draco's goals:
Finally win against Potter at something.
Humiliate and embarrass Potter in front of everyone.
Have Potter in his power for a whole day (At LAST!)

Have never issued a challenge and hope I am doing it right. The idea hit me and I can't get it out of my head. Oh so many possibilities and what fun
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Nov. 13th, 2007 @ 07:39 pm Many Faces of Love
I hope you are enjoying the Many Faces of Love poem series. Thank you for your comments. You can see them all along with the Zodiac series on my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen.



Ecstasy

Skin to skin we lay;
sweet steam of mingled sweat
rose from chest and thigh;
incense burned to the god
of love

Shadows, camel-shaped,
thrown at dim walls by
candle glow.

We lay, braided in tactile estasy,
our skins both barrier and bond.
Heaven is a bare-skin rug.
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Nov. 12th, 2007 @ 05:01 pm Many Faces of Love
Here is the next in the Many Faces of Love Series. The previous poems along with the Zodiac Series can be read in my Memories: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=takhen . Thank you for your encouragement and feed back.




An Angel's Touch

The gentle wings of love spread themselves above me,
moving the air of solicitude in spiraled currents
'round the sweet contented days of my acceptance.

Warm-glowing thoughts contributed by friends
radiate candle-like, a thousand tiny suns
combined in ever-larger brilliance to combat the
chill of my solemnity.

Their caring surrounds me in a rosy veil,
sunlight to hold at bay the night frost my
my thoughts and so permit the growth of
my soul's greater giving.

I feel an angel's touch upon my brow;
imparting though this blessing a clearer
understanding of how our soul commingle
in embodiment of grace.
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