Poetry by Cy Densham

fierce

Cy Densham — Sun, 07 Aug 2011 18:06:21 +0000

"I want to be fiercely happy"
she said.

I beamed,
knowing all was right with the world.

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Discarded

Cy Densham — Fri, 09 Apr 2010 15:18:06 +0000

Finished shopping list
Under trolley's wonky wheel
"Pre-ripened mango?"

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Consequences

Cy Densham — Fri, 26 Mar 2010 17:11:59 +0000

do what you do and
say what you say, but
know I'll act
this way when
you do

(( you make me smile ))

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one one

Cy Densham — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 00:41:14 +0000

1 1 your words
2 3 dance round
5 8 my head
13 so soft
21 they float like
34 a dreamer's
55 consciousness

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In Arbor Prospicio

Cy Densham — Sat, 20 Feb 2010 15:10:07 +0000

Satsuma factory,
Tinkers of ewe, knot Yew, cedar.
Butter mammary.

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Wordless

Cy Densham — Sat, 06 Feb 2010 02:21:02 +0000

Eyes closed
And grin so wide
No single phrase can describe
The inward breath
The quiet smile;

Single letters,
Expressions - short
Formed within a slightest instant
Tell a story more vast
Than verse (tho eloquent?)

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8992

Cy Densham — Fri, 29 Jan 2010 00:23:20 +0000

roller                 
       tension climbing
summit looming         
               coaster

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Chapter III

Cy Densham — Wed, 06 Jan 2010 02:23:11 +0000

Trapped within the blues
A four cycle symphony
Repeats; such music!

Fractal creation,
An intelligent design
Repeats? I am green.

Flowers bloom, snow falls;
Man, expanding steadily,
Depletes the beauty.

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memories

Cy Densham — Mon, 04 Jan 2010 23:00:04 +0000

Recalled memories,
Crafted in snow storm or sun,
Always bring a smile

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Less Than Three

Cy Densham — Sun, 03 Jan 2010 23:34:10 +0000

Laborious motion,
Double beat pattern.

Love's core, they tell us,
Dubbed it 'the' muscle!

Lucky it never
…

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Fourteen

Cy Densham — Tue, 29 Dec 2009 03:12:00 +0000

She opened her eyes and looked from the jumpsuit down her arm to the soft skin at her wrist and the ink pushed under the surface there.

C7E0014

She didn't know what the shapes meant, but they felt like home.

A sharp tug on the chains dragged her through the door, her red hair thrown into her face.

She knew this was the end - even if the clang of machinery and misery of cold laughter woven together hadn't destroyed all hope, she knew at her core that fate's plans for her ended here. Despite this her head was high and her chest proud -- she would face this with honour and dignity.

She stood and stared at the distant figures in front of her as the chains slackened around her waist. One looked at her briefly, paused, and continued working, head hung. The other didn't seem to notice her.

Stillness; Silence.
She steadied her defiant stance, biting down on her own teeth.

A loud, abrasive noise and red light did not prepare her for the agonising pain as hot metal tore through the flesh of her thigh. She stumbled, regained her footing, took a sharp breath in and stood her ground in time for her shoulder to be ripped back as she was hit again.

The onslaught lasted one minute and twenty seven seconds. Her tattered body, without the structural strength to hold her weight, collapsed inwards, her soon lifeless head cracking on the concrete floor, dying eyes transfixed on the figures ahead.

"Hmm. Still standing after half a minute? Poor. Maybe it is worth using the larger calibre."

The chains dragged the shredded corpse along a crimson red trail, into the pit.

"Next."

"…Why do they never run?"

"It's how they are, can't have them moving about during the tests."

The doors opened and a red haired girl in a perfectly fitting jumpsuit stepped, wincing slightly, into the light. She studied the ink on her wrist as the fluorescent display above the door flicked over:

C7E0015

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Fireside

Cy Densham — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 03:13:16 +0000

Quiet crackling
Silence isn't this lonesome
Dancing shadows dream

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Snapshot

Cy Densham — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 00:00:25 +0000

Toes curled, open eyes
Happy smile -- (you are mine)

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Fri:end?

Cy Densham — Sun, 01 Nov 2009 15:45:18 +0000

And softly, she tore a whole:

I don't like who you are

brb

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Chapter IV

Cy Densham — Tue, 20 Oct 2009 00:00:12 +0000

Shadows in the fading blue -
Serenity, for a while, is yours
But her depth is still beyond…

The world, distant from below,
Is encircled by yet more of it;
Three letters belie sheer strength.

Hidden mysteries abound,
Originator of life itself.
Have you had enough today?

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Storyteller

Cy Densham — Thu, 27 Aug 2009 23:00:03 +0000

            i
am           

the
Storyteller

?

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Chapter I

Cy Densham — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 00:00:09 +0000

Float
(feather light)
ing

Fall
(but not move)
ing

Fly
(How I soar)
ing

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Chapter II

Cy Densham — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 00:00:01 +0000

Sphere so hot
Burning like the sun
Expanding

Tiny dome
600 lower:
Shattering

Red too cool,
White ball of fury
Engulfing

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helix

Cy Densham — Sun, 31 May 2009 00:00:15 +0000

This is an external piece, you should be forwarded there shortly.

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Definetry

Cy Densham — Sat, 16 May 2009 18:44:08 +0000

definetry /dɛfɪnɛtʃʰɹi/
    The art of defining
    A word without rhyming.
    (Not even a bit
    For style nor wit)

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if

Cy Densham — Fri, 15 May 2009 12:24:05 +0000

      n          
      o          
      t   m      
if i hide it away
      c   g     o
      e   h     u
          t

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bygone

Cy Densham — Fri, 08 May 2009 08:56:19 +0000

i had a friend of yesteryear
he wore a grin from ear to ear

i asked him what could turn it down
he said
nothing

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Ebb and Flow

Cy Densham — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 13:16:17 +0000

Red flows out of Blue
from A flat to E sharp:
20, to twenty two.

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Who Knew?

Cy Densham — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 00:21:22 +0000

Shattered panes of understanding
This is not how things should be!
Self comprehension denied at once
Why try my hand at this?

For days and days I've been so sure,
Chemistry a simple slave,
Yet intellect provides no cure
When impulse be my bride.

Come seven hours or twenty minutes
(Confused minds know half as much)
My tongue shall speak a different name
And pray not know the change.

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Sleep

Cy Densham — Fri, 24 Oct 2008 00:16:24 +0000

Snooze

Snooze

Snooze

Shit.

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Bleach-Blue

Cy Densham — Wed, 14 Mar 2007 00:00:23 +0000

grains of sand rolling,
waves re-tumbling again
jazz plays softly

two suns wane
sky and sea smudge.

minds pass through
few stay, for long -
yet remain

microcosm of life
time stands still once more

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Poetry by Cy Densham

fierce

Discarded

Consequences

one one

In Arbor Prospicio

Wordless

8992

Chapter III

memories

Less Than Three

Fourteen

Fireside

Snapshot

Fri:end?

Chapter IV

Storyteller

Chapter I

Chapter II

helix

﻿Definetry

if

bygone

﻿Ebb and Flow

Who Knew?

Sleep

﻿Bleach-Blue

Definetry

Ebb and Flow

Bleach-Blue