AngeliqueEast's Poems

Night Travels


Your time approaches, oh ancient soul within
Ethereal fire me, waiting to be free
Ritual on brass bed, as I shed my skin

To green garden, circular fountain, I flee
And swim in white marble pool, my ancient home
Reflections of pillars on each side, guard me

As I wake, happy memories of my roams
Follow me all day long, till my next visit
When that happy past, dissolves like fragile foam

Broken marble bust, scum of time owns it
Buried, nature claimed it all, again life cheats

The Muses and Me


Clio, companion traveler in starlight
Opens her scroll, time and history unfold
Mnemosyne deigns, what you impart tonight

Unwanted Melpomine, my lips takes hold
Singing songs of pain, and woes, oh tragic mask
Inspiring dark, grim verses, to the world told

Come Terpsichore, Thalia, to the task
Terpshichore my feet possesses, dance past
Woes, in Thalia's comedic mask I bask

Transcendant Euterpe's gold flute forecasts
Poetic verses from the music of the spheres
Rhyming to my ears, that my pen will broadcast

Calliope helps organize the gifts here
Left by her sisters, tablet in hand, golden
Ink from inspiration flows, bringing you cheer

For all those, that from my heart-felt verse, deepen
Love, hope, this parchment read, to thee I beckon

How Does a Man?


How does a man
Woo a superior woman?
With fancy words
To match her intellect?
With expensive gifts
To show off his wealth?
With flowers and candy
To show her his romantic side?

How does a man
Woo a superior woman?
When all he wants
To be is a man
And all he wants
Her to be is a woman
To hold her, caress her
And make love to her 

The Saga of Cliodna

In cover of darkness all
Druid procession is call
Cliodna leads them in lines
Faces she reads and defines

Hooded faces of all kinds
Of emotions is mankind
Her duty is to lead them
Escape is young beautys aim

Father, she pleads, make me not
This obligation adopt
It is love that I pursue
You must approve, it is true!

Never! Anger in his tone
Shall you leave your duty thrown
To pursue what you call love
My permission you won't have

In the cloak of darkness she
To her true love quickly flees
Plan of escape, he agrees
The route to take is the sea

Sleeping in each others arms
Far from home and safe from harm
Her three birds all keeping watch
As the sun bids today's catch

Quickly dark clouds hide the sun
Waves, the vessel overrun
Her birds attempt her rescue
She waves them depart, no use

Ciabhan was her only word
As her form the sea submerged
She won't live without her love
Or rites at night in the grove

Fair haired, and faery queen
Cast off castle on the green
Remembered by the sidhe
As Lady of the Ninth Wave

Angelique, you have a very nice collection of poetry here and although I haven't read them all I will in time. You have a very nice writeing style which often times creates wonderfull imagery through some very nice layouts which is often carried through nicely, your poems are truly great pieces of work, still I often find it hard to feel them for what they're meant to be, most of the time I find myself not being able to relate to the imagery of perfect idealism as they are to seriene and at times that which I can't relate to in the slightest, with that being said even those which don't capture the being in me as they should they in the least leave me with an essense of something good which lingers for some time.

Keep up the good work

Thank you very much Deler for your comments.

angelique, you're a dingbat, keep up the good work.

Huh Dingbat kk, Thanks

Angelique, your writing is so ornery that the message gets lost behind the uneccesary description. Take every poem you wrote and cut it in half. Then cut that in half. It's a good exercise for discipline and will really make your poems better. And since no one else here is going to be honest with you, I will. Your poetry is boring. It's descriptive to a fault and it doesn't grab the reader. Don't use bigger words when smaller ones will do, and don't use words because you want to, but only ones you need to. Get a theme and stick to it and don't get sidetracked in the surroundings.

Thanks for your advice.

I used to belong to a group called The Writer's Association. Mostly that collection of wonderful people had good advice, particularly with writing fiction. In poetry, they were very good in many respects, but their suggestions for improving a poem always pared them down to a bare framework that often robbed them of a flavor and diverted the intent of the author. I believe in using words sparingly, but also believe a writer must find a flow that works for his/her own muse. One thing that works for me is to give a piece lots of time before embracing it or rejecting it. If it works for me, once the cooling off period ends, I add it to my collection and don't let the critics move me after that.

I'll keep that in mind edgar.

I'd like to see AngeliqueEast write from the heart and not from the dictionary or encyclopedia
Having said that, putting pen to a blank sheet of paper and creating anything original counts for something…
Just what that is….well I'll have to get back to you on that
Meanwhile AngeliqueEast "Don't let the bastards get ya down"
"Keep truck'n" and a thousand other clichés from the Woodstock Generation
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I do write from the heart! You don't know me or my heart. Well if your from the Woodstock generation you fit well here, older even would be better. I don't need your advice or anybodys!!

Why do you post them then, Angelique? (Sincere question.)

For constructive criticism, not some of the **** that some have written!

Ah.

What would you consider constructive criticism? How is what you have gotten not it?

No I have not gotten it, only a few.

Why do you think I stopped posting, read back to when I stopped.

I can't figure out if you're complaining about the constructive criticism you've received here (which is the kind I'm familiar with as a former creative writing major) or if you're complaining that you don't get more of it...?

Can you provide an example of what you DO want to see more of? ("That's good" is not constructive criticism. ;-))

Here is a link to a thread on the subject of criticism in an original writing forum..

http://www.able2know.com/forums/viewtopic.php?t=38626