Marooned

Among the tide
a brutal kiss
The ravenous waves
against corral fist

Sung from the bride
The tidal hiss
Spraying ship of doom
broken in her midst

Wrung of sail
hung hulls list
Delivered from gale
sifted along to marry the abyss

Viking Sky

In the blink of a hurricanes’ eye,
I sail fury into the unknown.
Within the storm I’m satisfied,
From the Dragon I stand alone.
I ASK NO ONE!
In the ‘God of thunder’ I do rely,
In battlefields my skills are honed.
To the Wolfs’ howl I do reply,
My heart is strong as stone.
I FEAR NO ONE!
The bloodlust stains my eyes,
All the world forever my thrown.
By the sword I live to die,
Beneath my sword my victims groan.
By bloody war I do confide,
All my seeds I’ve lived are sown.
I WANT NO MORE!
I no longer hunger to be alive,
I carve my memories into stone.
To a worthy warrior I must die,
Beneath his fist I crush My bones.
I LUST NO MORE!
I look beyond to the Viking sky,
To the stars my spirit is flown,
I no longer yearn for the battle cry,
I need no longer be alone.
I AM VIKTORY!

~ErodedTiredMind

Formal Verse

One Monsoon of a Pantoum

Her identity streams blow out of range,
tradewinded by a family estrangement.
Sold into slavery for high price of blame,
scarcely a hint of herself left of gales.

Traded for a familiar arrangement,
fenced for a fashion disguising the shame.
Scarcely a glint of herself left to claim,
of prison walls filled with harsh smell of fate.

Fenced in this fashion disguises the shame,
seems to block light so she can't find the gate.
from prison walls full of harsh smelling fate,
Faith takes second place in first trial mistakes.

Seams cinched too tight tie a bind in her gait,
she limps in fear racing guilt for failure.
Her strand of chance slacks from first trial mistakes,
So her entity seam frays out of rage.

Exposed To Monsoons

War Torn Pantoum

Edge Tempered Mischievous forged nice and slow.
This fine warrior tested two handed sword,
never tires of battles with dragons. You know
the price of diamond blades? I can’t afford

this fine warrior tested two handed sword.
All that’s blood stained and battered, in the war
for price of diamond blades. I cannot afford
to have breakage in war, brings certain gore.

All that’s blood stained and battered in the war,
Muscles, body and mind ring from clashing.
To have breakage in the war, brings certain gore,
Power and steel blending screams with slashing.

Muscles, body and mind wring from clashing,
Fields of mayhem stir hurricane’s corepower.
And steel blends in screams with slashing,
Last left standing tattered can fight no more.

Fields of mayhem stirring hurricane, score,
me, tired of battles with dragons you know.
Last left standing tattered can fight no more,
Edge Tempered Mischievous forges ahead slow.

Edge Tempered Medieval

Pandoom-Moanium (nightmare chess Pantoum)

Behind the dark castle, lurks the killer queen
Her shadowy stare, worries the white king
Mad-hatter bishops, and dark knights look mean
Threatening grimaces, as flails they swing

To shadowy stairs, scurries the white king
One war-horse stands still, the other was killed
With agonized grimace, from flails they swing
White pawns can’t turn back time before blood spilled

That war-horse still stands, one who wasn’t killed
Leaped into a trap, was ambushed and maced
White pawns want to run, battle failed, blood spilled
White kings’ castle walls, cower in disgrace

Hurled into thrall, quickly ambushed and maced
Bishops are slaughtered, their hope in defeat
White kings’ castle halls, all stained in disgrace
White queen screams out, wearing only a sheet

Bishops are slaughtered, their hope in defeat
Mad-hatter bishops, and dark knights look mean
White queen escapes with nary but her sheet
Behind the white castle, lurks the killer queen

Exposure To Mayhem

Opening Breech (nightmare chess villanelle)

The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.
The knights’ white stallion escaped from its’ stall.
Eight brave and patient bright pawns stand their guard

Ebon bishops assail, their slant-paths scarred.
Fools trade secrets, greed bares castle wall.
The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.

Carefully planned strategy blown to hell.
The morning slaughter sends hope on the run.
Six Brave and patient pawns standing guard.

Key pieces are trapped, pure choice forces kill.
Survivors retreat, the siege has begun.
The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.

The kings’ court feels drafty where heroes fell.
He sizes their troops, near two to his one.
Brave and patient only four pawns stand guard.

The weak are checkered, battle faces scarred.
Evil knights’ leap, over defense too small.
The dark queen streaks raving mad through the yard.
Grave pawns surrender, no king left to guard.

Excruciatingly
Tedious
Meticulation

Wanna Be An Outlaw (Pantoum)

I’ve just enough ass to hold up my jeans
Barely hangin’ on by a holster belt
Breakfast, lunch and dinner is pork and beans
I eat javelina and sell the pelts

I’ve never held up a train or a stage coach
Ive just enough ass to hold up my jeans
And live off the range from the boars I poach
Breakfast, luch and dinner is pork and beans

I’ve gotta gumption but not enough steam
To ever hold up a train or stage coach
Wish I had the balls, cuz outlaw’s my dream
Just tired of the range and the boars I poach

Gonna trade my colt for a peacemaker
I’ve gotta gumption to blow off some steam
Do some business with an undertaker
Time to get some balls cuz outlaw’s my dream

Bring on the train and bring on the stagecoach
Gotta new pistol on my holster belt
I’m sick of the range and those boars I poach
No more rank smells of javelina pelts

Exiled To Mexico

Painting Moonlight

Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone
Starving backstage, morning-stars are jaded
The moonshine murmur still shivers alone

Curved slice of sliver, shear breath shadows stone
Suspending twilight shiny and shaded
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone

Carving solace into silver in June
On horizons’ glow from forgotten gold
The moonshine’s’ shilling delivers alone

Gleaming duels of knights, pierce deathly silence
Steel tines of starlight, clashing swords they hold
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone

Dimples aware, sparkle sand on the dune
Winking at comets, after tails are told
The moon-sand whispers, sift rivers alone

Sharpness they hone, filing skills onto stone
Starlight dazzles, its own space created
Painting the desert, sun-setting the tone
From owls’ talon, moonlight shimmers alone

EyeingTalonMoonflection

The Calm Before The Storm

Hollow

I witnessed a grim whisper,
Strangled in a gust of wind,
Sucking life for one last breath,
Just to warn wilted leaves,
They dangled by a thread

of seasons' sorrow. Rasps
as from the calf; Half hoarse
From the day-long bellows, Unanswered
and lonely for that gentle face.
At last accepted loss for a safe place to nap
But happened upon a wasp nest,
Raw fate…..soft in the daisies.

Greys rank in groves, dampen moans
Nips in the waft of eroded omens
Strict grooves slip through
slow groans in the trees,

From an owl's home, hollow in a branch,
Neglection echos, quiver in stone.
Carries away another coat of protection,
Exposure to the core,
Winter wields its frigid weapons
I witnessed grim whispers.….
Suggestion of war

Echoing Tree Moan

Skeleton Coast

Cobalt blue, follows the seas,
Playfully nudging a breeze toward the sun.
Newborn rays, tease waving swells.
Kissing the ripples, gold as they run.

Tap-dancing atop laughing waves,
Whitecaps slap happily at gulls.
Flashing with brilliance lapping at skulls.

Through the mist they glare on the beach,
Those scattered white-washed grins.
Littering the sand,
glistoning eyes,
Unwavering as they bleach.

The skeletal reefs,
Bare their corral claws.
The scattered shipswrecks grieve,
Their battered hulls in awe.

Exile Tragedy Mirage

Skeleton Beach

Beneath teeming seagulls,
stark on the blue,
Weaving and swaying,
in the harsh expanse.
On scorching sand,
A simmering hue,
And the shimmering mist romance.

The ‘Skeleton beach’ lay host,
to the storm weary sailing limp.
In a foggy trance drifting for hints,
wispy in the wakes,
hushed for a glimpse,
Until battered ships hulls glance.
Castaway in a gust from the coast,
Any whispering ghost of a chance.

Marooned souls loom,
Adrift in the gloom.
Whispers spawn mildew,
from shipwrecks perfume.
As they ebb, and yaw,
Reminiscing their doom.

Evidently Tragic Monsoon

The Course of Prayers

A timber wolf howl
shivers the silence,
His victory still haunting
in steam from the pelt.
Gray foxes trading yelps
track a wounded loon,
As a cloud full of prayers
from the Bible Belt,
Sways between tides
‘cross the slack of the moon.

A gopher runs
a possum hides,
A hoot from a hollow
Amplifies.
Through soft night air
as the owl flies,
in disguise of it's wings
that rustle like branches.
Brushing against leaves
on a gust so subtle,
Just barely disturbing
the hush of the breeze.

The crickets keep kicking
like crazy against wings,
Seems to lick darkness
from the edge of clearings.
Bringing waves of liquid hiccups
glistening the way.

Though nothing stops to listen
on that little path for heaven,
Where dew plays tricks with moonshine.
That quickly gets lost in the thickening haze.

Evening Tide Moonshine