‘Armor’ and Other Poetry by Sabrina Chen The Society February 11, 2013 Poetry 2 Comments Armor Discard the anxious sheath which guards The balanced song inside Lest ballads deep in ebony Reverberate untied Forgo the throttling winds who sing Their tainted, luring song Face every punch along the way, Distinguish truth from wrong A standing shaft knows not to sway Against the coming storm Its grains were born, ingrained with strength To brace its every form An iceberg traveling towards its pole May subtly melt in store Its hardened shell will start to wane And thus reveal its core At times the masters of all might Withstand each single blow; Yet sometimes vulnerability Must get its chance to grow To steal away one’s harder grief In bottles wrapped in chains Is not a mark of dauntlessness But a sign of one in pain The warping path of terrors full Of endless, stifled fears May start to be combatted should One freely shed his tears The inner strength and balance lies Deep down within our being Innocuously temper seems To heighten yet to wane Some moments, worry threatens reign Its pangs, armors disguise But always man is worth the right To soften, close his eyes. Blank Slate A bon mot says that time is true Yet memories block their rhyme In history lies our silent trust Unsure to challenge crime A thousand paper slips define A sheet which rings of rain Of melted passion out of love That shoves against the grain Upon the screen the shadows reign A mocked, eternal play Their wordless contours sense the fear And watch their prey decay Vindictive puppeteers perpend Immoral masquerade Lest rupture of their tampered shell Allows for renegade A master lets his threaded veins Release the vanity When unwatched murmurs do deploy Into insanity When angst allows its fury, pace To thaw against the slate The embers of its raging flame No more shall dissipate A flame is but a carrier For unintended pride In vain, a chance for empathy Deserves to have its ride To let the coolness of the now Relieve the ends of past Engender balance, softly wake Transport, to peace let last. To Watch To watch the world reveal its trace Through thousand grains of sand To stand the rain that takes the pain Away from shadow’s hand To cry as peers crouch down in tears Afraid to start the fight To make the anguish, hurt, and strife Evolve into your plight To mold our sphere into a pipe Whose inner hollow weeps To change the day into the night Through which the torment seeps To watch, to stand, to cry, to mold Helps not the greater man To take the pain, create the rain Shall not revoke the ban A wizened soul might stop to breathe Take time, collect his thoughts But then, indeed, he dives right in And soon connects the dots. To Deserve You deserve the stars above To gently kiss like wings of doves With every move a silent glove Replacing pain with tender love You deserve the rainbows wide To softly sway from side to side Enveloping your soul, a guide To guilt no more, but flowing pride I think I often turn to shun What makes me laugh, my heart to run I whisper deafly that I’m none My struggles, tears, are nothing, done Yes, wonder has a second play When fields of gold return their hay To hence replenish, sun and ray No longer black and white, but gray Beneath the cold lies frozen stone Upon the which a broken bone Has trembled soft while life has grown Yet seeks not to itself condone We deserve the stars above To gently kiss like wings of doves With every move a silent glove Replacing pain with tender love We deserve the rainbows wide To softly sway from side to side Enveloping our soul, a guide To hide no more, but start to ride. Inspired by S. Alas my human blood is dry With teardrops lost amongst the pain No weeps can tame my wailing cry From pillaging imagined rain No longer does the stardust drape Across my chest in ribbons free For demons dark with dauntless shape Beguile my soul, false harmony Should bricks commence to rend the dam Unleash the drops of hope behind Perhaps my heart might shed its sham Recall the warmth, relearn to find With ebony to grace my lip In ivory shan’t my life define Yet if into the slate I dip Ere long, my heart might claim what’s mine. Sabrina Chen: I am a student who has been enchanted by the symmetry of both string theory and William Blake’s tiger since the age of eleven. I relish the works of Lord Byron, Edgar Allan Poe, Percy Shelley, and Oscar Wilde. My studies are in literature analysis and theoretical physics, with my heart invested in writing. These poems are among the entries for the Society of Classical Poets’ 2012 Poetry Competition. 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