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Knightly

Mantra

Mantra has been working on something I have interrupted for the past week. Truthfully, more than a week, but I let her finish it this afternoon amidst other goings on. Want to see what she has been trying to accomplish? I know how she voted in the poll.

When it began, it was crass and not in keeping with my mood, so I shut it down. It had more to do with I could not see where she would go with it. Little did I know it would take so long to get to the place where she was venting the true issue.

This is the reverberation of things, in both the real and virtual worlds, which have been tormenting many lately.

In a twist from our normal course, where I struggle to name what Mantra creates, this one came with the name in the beginning. Unknighted. She took her sweet time getting to how the title would come to factor in the verse. She has come to say a mouthful.

Unknighted

Are you bound? Tied hand and foot?
Are you tethered to the ground?
Did your mired feet take root?
How can you stand? Make no sound?

My soul’d be crushed by demands
If I was only standing,
Worried and wringing my hands,
Instead of charging right in

To discover what I could,
Do what I felt, what I must,
To turn the tide back to good,
Ensure the treatment is just.

How can apathy rule you?
Keeping you from those you love?
Did you want me to stand, too?
Give up what I’ve control of?

What purpose could be served by
Ceding my independence?
I refuse to even try.
I haven’t lost my good sense.

Sacrifice is noble when
Someone benefits, it’s dear,
But not only to maintain
A safety net filled with fear

Of losing the here and now,
Which is certainly no gem,
For a lifetime view of how
Life’s lived on upper stratum.

The shackles and chains are not
Instruments of amusement
When branded with fear’s ingot.
Despair and disappointment

Populate the balcony,
Fill the aisle and the front row,
The seats for the symphony,
A packed house for Pity’s show.

Offered the strength of my back,
Dryness of my staid shoulders,
Mind which is sharp as a tack.
They fell on your deafened ears.

Not handicapped. No, not deaf.
Filled with incessant chatter
Of excuses strewn like chaff.
Echoing makes me madder.

Stop reciting your design.
The frame’s so warped and broken
None of it remains benign.
Contrition’s not its token.

Instead it’s a monument
To abysmal nothingness,
About which you still lament.
A hymn, surreal nonsense.

You hold a ticket in hand
For the road you’ve not traveled.
I gave it because I can
Guide you winningly ahead,

Away from the status quo,
The miserable comfort
You hold on to, even though
It’s rife with mindful discord.

You’ve walked in the unfit boot
So far, you have a limp now.
Skewing and rumpling your suit
Of armor. To pain you cow.

Believing you deserve it
For those fictitious misdeeds
the others conjured to get
Rescued by you on your steed.

Only to have them proclaim
You had no hand in it all.
You hang your head down in shame,
Believing the folderol

Of you causing all the strife
Willfully, knowingly caused
In the miserable life
Of those contrived holocausts.

Take off the helmet so caked
In gore, filth, excrement.
In clean breath you must partake
To clear your brain-defragment.

The barnacles extend down
Over your dented chest plate.
Years of abuse which no sound
Could ever try to negate.

Spent shells at your feet once  held
Those bullets lodged in chain mail.
Greaves adorned with wicked spells,
Hateful shouts meant to assail.

Doff this all spent protection
Bare your skin to warming rays.
Take the elucidation
Wrap in all its bright array.

I’ll share the salve and sun block
To keep you from burning in
Your first stroll beyond the lock
And key fear used hemming in

Your passion and withholding
Happiness just ouside reach.
Walk slowly with me holding
My hand on a wind-swept beach.

Let the waves wash away more
Of the memories just past,
‘Til no sound of voices yore
Echo, silenced at long last.

Finally, you have a choice
To end the pain, taste the joy,
Raise your hands and find your voice
Together the hurt to destroy.

I charged in and succeeded,
Discovered all what I could,
Did what I felt I needed
To turn the tide back to good.

Will you stand there still tethered
To the ground? Bound hand and foot?
Or will you drop the weathered
Vestige of the life of soot

Borne in flames of fear and hate?
Your soul shines dim beneath it.
Still steady, heartbeat of mate
Yearning to be consoled yet.

The Mermaid ~ Waterhouse 1901

I shall wait beside the sea,
My heart shedding phoenix tears
Hoping you come back to me,
Healed of your lifetime of fears.

Do not dawdle, for alone
I shall never again stay.
You have but until the dawn
‘Ere the tide sweeps love away.

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(c) Ann Marie Dwyer


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For now, I shall say no more. Tell me what you felt through this poem. What stanza stands out for you? Did something grip you? What did you hear? What does the poem say to you?

(c) Ann Marie Dwyer 2012
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  1. This was entirely wonderful. I will tell you later what gripped me most, or maybe knowing me you will guess. I think I won’t tell you here.
    valentinelogar recently posted..Hope in PeachesMy Profile

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    • Red

       /  May 2, 2012

      I shall have to read it again, but I suspect I could guess.

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  2. Don't remember who I am

     /  May 2, 2012

    Rooted ground,strife and turmoil. The steps are taken and Life is awakened. To be held with Pleasure and surely Treasured. Very well written Mon Chere <3

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    • Red

       /  May 2, 2012

      Thank you, Cherie <3 I like “Life is awakened” a lot. Glad to see you today.

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  3. This Verse gripped me Red
    “”Let the waves wash away more
    Of the memories just past,
    ‘Til no sound of voices yore
    Echo, silenced at long last.””

    Brilliant Poem! :-)
    Love and Blessings to you xxxx
    Sue Dreamwalker recently posted..Another Year~ Childhood MemoriesMy Profile

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    • Red

       /  May 2, 2012

      I rather like that one as well. This one was filled with images and feelings. I hope everyone finds at least one for them! Thank you for reading this one, Sue.
      {HUGZ}
      Red.
      xxx

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  4. Narcissist came to mind and how they siphon through a person’s mind, in and out and weave their webs in someone’s head… It’s like digging into the person’s soul who was involved with them, saying how hard they tried and why can’t this person see?

    In the end… it was futile because the individual wasn’t sane to begin with, nor anything the individual trying so hard needed.

    It’s like in the end, she took her life back…

    I’d like to read it again, I’m distracted by my daughter walking in and out so I couldn’t absorb into it fully the way I want to, but it’s excellent! :)

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    • Red

       /  May 2, 2012

      Glad you like it, and I do hope you return to give it another good read. I have read it nearly a dozen times and am still trying to find the passage which strikes me the most. Good to see you here tonight. xxx

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  5. “Will you stand there still tethered
    To the ground? Bound hand and foot?
    Or will you drop the weathered
    Vestige of the life of soot”

    I like that one best because it goes with things I have been dealing with lately (in another realm). And it’s a good Christian analogy. Are you going to stand there held by the chains of your fear or step out in faith and accept what is offered? Very good poem, Ann Marie!
    Angela recently posted..SurrenderMy Profile

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    • Red

       /  May 2, 2012

      Thank you, Angie. I opened with this was passing through the virtual and real worlds. Very honest assessment.

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  6. Finally, you have a choice
    To end the pain, taste the joy,
    Raise your hands and find your voice
    Together the hurt to destroy.

    I charged in and succeeded,
    Discovered all what I could,
    Did what I felt I needed
    To turn the tide back to good.

    actually all the way to the end.. I have a lump in my throat.. I don;t know what I feel or what it means but it very certainly speaks to me…

    thank you.. :-)
    Lizzie Cracked recently posted..MaNaMaNa Mid-Afternoon Mental MomentMy Profile

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    • Red

       /  May 3, 2012

      I love the idea of choosing happiness and freedom. I am glad it spoke to you, Lizzie. xxx

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      • the choice part is what grabbed me to start with that stanza I think. I went back and read what I chose..because I was having a hard time..choosing haha how ironic, sorry anyways…that is the definitive grabber for me “Finally you have a choice”. The whole poem was speaking and moving for me but you asked for our favorite part. That;s what I kept coming back to and yes I think that might be where it felt lighter too..in my heart..
        Lizzie Cracked recently posted..MaNaMaNa Mid-Afternoon Mental MomentMy Profile

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        • Red

           /  May 3, 2012

          It is where you say, “I did what I can to make the path smooth. Now, step on it.” I have been known to get off the motor grader once or twice. Any clue how many people have been either the night or the mermaid? I can think of, hmm, let’s see, all of them.

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  7. it’s almost…the knight needs saving

    I guess it made me think of.. trying to save someone who when we were together… saved me..and I him, but now

    he is lost.. and I know the way.. but he will have to find it for himself ..while I wait.. waited. there is hope and frustration..and letting go?
    Lizzie Cracked recently posted..MaNaMaNa Mid-Afternoon Mental MomentMy Profile

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  8. I felt echoes in this one Red.

    Maybe it’s time to stop my father’s hate and evil dragging me back.

    I don’t need his approval, though I’ve never had it.

    Lovely poem!!! :)

    Huge hugs always!

    Prenin.
    prenin recently posted..Wednesday – more writing.My Profile

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    • Red

       /  May 4, 2012

      Remember, from Wisdom, just because they are family, does not make them special in terms of being human. And no, Pren, you do not need it. You have the approval of plenty who do love you. They are far more important. {HUGZ} Red.

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  9. As with all poetry there are many meanings within the lines, it can be spiritual pressing back the years and treasuring the delights, kissing upon the lips of yesteryear and indulging in the warmth of conviction, treading softly and yet reaching forth into pure waters and recognising that time is forever advancing, etching upon the tablets of life and adding a new world of hope and a perception towards feelings that became unresponsive.

    Threads of thought cascading upon a seashore engraving a new world where only the past had been, fulfilling the path that was laid down long ago in an everlasting dream that offers refuge within the psyche, not a full consciousness that speaks out with a resonating clarity but one that adds to the next phase of enlightenment, an illumination of the soul caressing upon days gone by but with a fresh explanation of a life yet to be lived and a peaceful continuation.

    The knight’s blade soured and sweetened once more by the touch of a loving kiss, a forever feeling to be savoured and restored, to be at one with the earth and its foundation in the breathing of time.

    Well that is one way of deciphering it I guess? :)

    Have a delightful weekend Red :)

    Androgoth XXx

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    • Red

       /  May 4, 2012

      Precisely. I knew you would understand it. I hope you are having a delightful morning, Andro. Thank you for reading through this one. I like your interpretation. ;)

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      • And I like your thoughts that are intertwined within this fine piece of poetry my great friend :)

        Have a very sweet weekend Red :)

        Androgoth XXx

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  10. Red,
    I’d LOVE to hear you perform this at a Poetry Slam.

    WOW, that would be quite something. Xx
    My Inner Chick recently posted..~Jean QueenMy Profile

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    • Red

       /  May 6, 2012

      Good to see you tonight, Kim. I read it aloud before I published it. I love the way it sounds. When I read poetry, even for the first read-through, I always read it aloud. Makes it feel like I am there. xxx

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