Here under the cold winter sun,
Beneath the old, lifeless tree,
My winter mourning has begun,
When no one comes to visit me.
Left out here on the edge of town,
Underneath the gray and gloomy sky,
In a lonely cemetery, with not a soul around,
Where every lone wintertime, I cry.
As I lay here, frozen and numb,
Crystal snowflakes are falling down,
The dead of winter has finally come,
Like icy teardrops upon the ground.
The wind howls like a lonely, lost spirit,
Through grass overgrown this December,
And it still hurts me to hear it,
That nobody even came here to remember.
Icicles have formed on the iron gate,
And the days now become dark so soon,
Forever sealing in my forgotten fate,
My only friend is the bright, shining moon.
And so I'll just lie here all alone,
No one will come until the spring,
And while you are staying, warm at home,
No one has left me flowers or anything.
As you cry in the dark and your tears find the pillow
You think I don't know, those tears filled with such sorrow
Are for that long ago love, then comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow
Dreams filled with the memory of her face
Wisps of her hair, visions of ribbon and lace
The look in her eyes, another time and place
I wish this from your mind, I could forever erase
But war time came and took you away
And never knowing your fate, day after day
Time took its toll, as time will do
She went on with life, her life without you
As I cry in the dark and my tears find the pillow
You'll never know, these tears filled with such sorrow
Are those longing for love, again comes tomorrow
I wish for today, your heart I could borrow
Paste on your passion smile
Crisp all your words
as you settle yourself
to be self-consumed, heard
Whisper sweet nothings
which only you know
Don't stop the banter,
the words or the flow
You've reached the summit
of the loneliest point
You're king of the vacancy
best in the joint
Write all your poems
on the back of your hand
and read them at supper
of cream pie and sand
Your siblings will stand up
and whisper applause
You've felt all emotion
and ridden all stars
They bid you good-bye
for you're out of their league
and to think you just wanted
to be heard, succeed...
I am forever blue,
Just like the sky,
All the rain that falls on you,
Is how I feel when I cry.
I am deep blue like the sea,
Barely breathing beneath the waves,
How lonely can one be?,
There's nothing left here to save.
This feeling is not once in a blue moon,
It lasts all day and night,
It's as deep as a blue lagoon,
With no end in sight.
The frosty air is so cold,
On this blue December night,
Here is what my future holds,
And I know it isn't right.
My whole life has been so blue,
With so many turns like a river,
The water is so cold now, too,
It makes me really shiver.
My future is so blue,
And this is my only end,
I want to tell you, I love you,
Because you're my only friend.
I never knew following dreams could be this lonely,
But up on the hill, looking back, thank God I'm not the old me.
If the tears will fall, let them be;
I believe this is God's plan, follow your dreams.
A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age
by smoldering orange glow, she took to an ancient black tome
raptly reciting incantations from a frail and ravaged page.
A century past, was the last time she’d seen them roam;
that cursed dark knight and his dragon with scales of chrome.
Overwhelmed by terror, she’d tried hiding herself in her bed
but the dragon knew…he could sense her, and lit up her home.
Scarred by the inferno, disfigured she looked like the dead.
The whole village feared her, and quickly rumors had spread,
“You’re a witch, you’re a monster, you’ll curse us, don’t venture so near…
stay away from our town, leave us alone.” they had said.
90 years of solitude, the crone spent every night with her fear;
entrenched in lore of ancients, spells feeble and others severe.
She committed her life to mastering the forbidden art
and now to her dread, dark knight and chrome dragon, drew near.
Though the breeze had granted her time, and a decent head-start,
the dragon had sensed her, and it wanted her heart.
Shaking, she whispered, casting spell after spell in the night,
transfixed, she fluidly traced out a primeval star chart.
When she had finished, she took up a shawl brilliant white,
hobbled out of her dwelling, and sang in the twinkling starlight.
Above her, the knight on his chrome beast made a dive
His sword in its sheath; he was expecting no fight.
The crone raised a finger, and with it, her will to survive.
Perseus, Prometheus, Orion, and Apollo did revive;
The lion, the ram, the bull and scorpion, from heaven crept
Beasts and heroes, gods and titans of ages past, came alive.
The blanket of heaven descended, and all who had slept
marched on the dark knight and his dragon, to intercept.
The battle was fierce, but swiftly it ended.
The crone ended her song, and then finally she slept.
The life she had granted the stars had expended
what life she had left, though that was as she’d intended.
She’d committed her life to protecting her homeland
though they’d sent her away, still their lives she'd defended.
Now there’s a rare constellation of a gnarled old hand
choking out a chrome dragon which appears to be manned.
Written somewhere on a frail and ravaged page,
is a spell to summon her...though that book has been banned.
Submission for: FANTASY
Hosted by: Mystic Rose
Never thought I would adorn prison stripe
of black and white without fashion or flare.
News coverage was an exaggerated hype
that could give me a lifetime to wear.
I proclaim that I am blameless and innocent
with no record of violence anywhere.
My heart is heavy with sorrow for this gent
whose loving soul I did willfully snare.
I didn’t know his heart was weak and frail
from loss of his aged dying wife.
I plead don’t incarcerate me to lonely jail
for the rest of my young passionate life.
I have given my all, consoling lonely men
who have lost a loved one present or past.
Do not belong in jail, haven’t committed a sin
please reconsider your honor, I asked.
The old callous judge scowl faced with denial
sentenced me to life of community service.
Since the old gent died with a smile,
jail was not my rightful justice….
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Tenth Place Winner ~ "A poem that has never been entered in any contest” Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Poet Destroyer
March 24, 2013
Lovebirds sing a duet up in the clouds
tulips pucker up to kiss the butterflies,
I am surrounded here by serene beauty
with the tears of heaven in my eyes.
Where bright rainbows never fade away
and stars twinkle in the moonbeams,
yet, what is all of this beauty worth
if there is no one to share my dreams.
Still, you shall find me there someday
and maybe want to stay for awhile,
making sure that my tears in heaven
accompany only laughter and a smile.
It's not the same without you;
The days are rainy and the nights are blue.
My heart is crying and God is too,
But we are smiling, waiting here for you.
The night was dark the moon in hiding, squeals and giggles around the streets
All the children dressed in costume begging sweets on trick or treat.
None dared to go to Lonely Street, no treat could entice them there
The legend of the cloaked man with a staff still lingered in the air.
The riches of the gilded street does not welcome Halloween footfall
Lonely Street would remain so, this year none would call.
The legend said the cloak-ed man glides along the street
None heard footfall, as he followed those indulging in trick or treat.
A blood curdling scream assaulted the ears, followed by another
Children ran and scattered, screams and tears they could not smother.
Along Lonely Street the cloak-ed man was heard to give a laugh
“Why scream my little ones?” in his hand he raised a staff.
“You are here to celebrate the waking, and walking of the dead
Come hither my little ones this is what tradition has said.
You dress as ghosts and spirits long gone, begging for some treats
But then when somebody refuses you, you trick them, that is weak.”
To do this on the night that we, the dead awake
You should surely know its time for us to teach you your fate…
I am here to collect all your souls, you will join us in the flesh
You celebrate and dress to please now you will visit the devils crèche.
He raised his staff high, his cloak opened wide
With a howling wind the children were blown inside
His cloak was full of all the souls of the young
Their screams were heard, to the night they clung.
No more was there a Halloween night in that area or surrounding
The souls on Lonely streets stay in and still their hearts are pounding.
The Cloak-ed man is waiting; he is waiting each year on Lonely Street
For the sound of children laughing as they dress as ghosts on trick or treat…
A well-worn path
of one lonely soul,
a solitary journey that
begins to take a toll.
A lonely soul that
was left an empty heart,
on one darkened day
when true love did depart.
A soul left lonesome
to live a painful life,
where a scar remains
like a cut from a knife.
Dark days turn to night
teardrops falling like rain,
no umbrella can shield
perennial tears of pain.
For a lonely lost soul
no comfort can be found,
there is no more love
when no light is around.
Last night your faded memory came to me,
As in the wilderness spring comes quietly,
?As, slowly, in the desert moves thew breeze,
?As to a sick man, without cause, comes peace…
It's still alive, the rose he gave
Coral pink like the blush of our cheeks
It's life makes my own so worthless
Thriving upon nothing, for weeks
They say that colors make the mood
I don't live by what others say
I only pick the ones I want to hear
And then I go on my way
If he is happy I know not
I only know this old rose is still pink
If the sky is crying, let me cry too
Washing away each tear as I blink
Fading as each day passes by
But faithfully retaining it's hue
Lying nostalgically beside my bed
Stunningly against the wall's blue
It was hard to accept my husband’s death
I believed I could never love again
At the age of twenty-four I resolved
I no longer wanted to bond with men
Birthdays flew by with no celebrations
Though I was the youngest of three children
I never had a family of my own
Holidays made me feel loneliest then
It took more than years; decades in fact passed
Before I noticed elderly couples
Walking hand-in-hand, strolling city streets
And my feelings of loneliness doubled
When the old woman next door died alone
So few came to her funeral service
I brought flowers, knelt gently by her grave
Bowed my head and realized I was nervous
All of my friends were happily married
And though they invited me to their homes
For many picnics, weddings and parties
I was never comfortable standing alone
But visiting St. Patrick’s Cathedral
I realized that I'd not been alone
I lit candles for departed loved ones
And basked in glory of the light they shone
Comforted by the presence of our Lord
I turned and opened the cathedral’s door
When a kind man retrieved my fallen scarf
Together we remain, lonely no more
A soldier breathing his last breath
A scarred wife left behind
A father-less son now contemplating death
A son-less father losing his mind
~Christopher Thor Britt
Darkness abides save flickering candle light
Illuminating his silhouette of masculinity
exhaustion renders an end tonight
Supplanting all previous antiquity
In the quiet he sleeps
Leaning close to steal his breath
As the wanting piques
With the rise and fall of his chest
My lips fall slightly upon his own
Sleepily he begins to stir
For his pause my darling he soon atones
As his hands they caress my curves
You set my passion ablaze again
Our appetite whet for more
Soon transported to a lovers realm
The key which unlocks my door
Though intimacy sweet
It's ecstasy adored
Permanency is what I seek
Our days and nights in one accord
In times passage you'll leave and then
My eyes will covet your face
Abandoned and lonely I'll pick up my pen
Repeatedly this scenario retraced
How I long for the time
Your wife I'll be named
Together our lives redesigned
A longing no more to be feigned
When all our tomorrow's
The missing knows no place
In your arms I know no sorrow
My home in your soul interlaced
Oh he's feeling mighty lonesome
can’t seem to sleep a wink,
walking the floor try to fathom
and in between does drink.
Is this kind of love a toxic brew
or a nectar so sweet
when loving words towards you drew
yet left in lonely street?
He just keep talking to shadows
since the blues came to life,
a love so passionate foregoes
normality for strife,
Now a man is born for loving
and some have past regret
an instinct of turtle doving
yet in you an asset.
So this feeling low to the ground
is driving one crazy,
when an Angel he knew he’d found
time spent apart mazy.
© Harry J Horsman 2013
...for Carson McCullers
Terse language scored to the bone
with naught leftover,
truth suffusing every word
without a shred of platitude.
She faced her ghosts with fortitude,
hope and loss a perfect blending.
Straight to the point she spoke her mind,
no careless gesture or equivocation.
High atop the mountain's peak
Where the wind does softly speak
Brushed against the midnight flower
Locked up in her mighty tower.
Is it a must to be in a couple?
I find life pleasurable as a single
It gives me time to write
Time to search for my height
If it is such a must to be in a couple
Why is is that around me, I see only pain
Everything becomes always disagreeable
Love, after some time, does become a disdain!
Why, I have had my share of love
Once, when I was yet a joyful dove
Chirping madly away, laughing the day away
But love showed me its evil side on that day
Since then, I chose to live only as a single
But it seems that being single means being weird
So, should I succumb and be no more abominable?
Should I follow the route as does most of the herd?
I remember when
I was a frilly butterfly
With a need to be loved
While flying happily up the sky
I remember when
I met him my sweetheart
He was made of pure innocence
And gave my life a new start
I remember when
He broke me up badly
I was still a frail butterfly
But I could now only see love as my enemy
I remember when
I took the vow of turning into Narcissus
True, treading the path alone get lonely
But it is yet better than to be Sisyphus
Memory of a lost Love
He sat, motionless, a hard static stare,
Sat there, frozen, to a small rocking chair.
Looked out over garden, so wonderful, so wild,
Bringing back the memory, of when he was a child.
Thoughts of auburn hair, emerald eyes,
Many nights spent, with low muffled cries.
No children to share, for impotent man,
Bed time rows, the tears that ran.
Love now gone, was such a temporal game,
Some amorous nights? So who was to blame?
Tears like rain for this solitary soul,
Such a resting actor who has no role.
She left him she said, "cause all was not fine",
For him, it was, just a matter of time.
Knowing of others, she'd seen for the night,
No doubt his heart was too broken to fight.
Although, outside, was now breezy, quite warm,
Inside his heart bled, so tattered and torn.
Clinging with care now, to what he had left,
Pictures, happy times, memories were best.
Where could he go now? He could not complain,
Sat there, anguished, was her victim inane?
Why are some people so selfish with life?
They make a bad lover, husband or wife?
I only pray that from such I am free,
Hoping in my life, True Love is for me.
Stuck in the friend zone, oh what a misery
I dream of giving you all my loving
I wish that you and I were meant to be
But instead I’m crying, waiting and hoping
There are lonesome tears in my eyes
It’s all too much to keep deep in my heart
A million cries for each million goodbyes
It’s driving me crazy and tearing me apart
I want to tell you but I’m afraid you won’t stay
Sometimes I wish that I was dead
Don’t pass me by; don’t walk away
I’ll try to be happy but I’ll cry instead
I’m tired of crying, waiting and hoping
I really want this pain to end
I’m barely breathing and slowly dying
But you are just my everlasting friend
With your evil eye you stand against my happiness
My amulets have become my weakness.
You creep me out with every rhythm of your suspense
Soulless I’ve become as I waddle in your sentence.
Love, is it possible?
when heart is unable
to speak and to feel
whether us is for real
Trust, faith were torn apart
left me behind, so dark
is it my fault or yours?
blame myself, yes of course
I cannot give you all
dream house, cars, can't afford
Home is enough to live
Walk together indeed
I can't buy jewelry
'cause I gain less money
Wish you understand me
this is reality
Free my heart from hatred
He's the one you've chosen
handsome, and no doubt, rich!
I am down, and low pitch
Hope that he will love you
I don't want you to sob
although my wealth is few
but you felt true love
Be happy and be still
live your whole life with him!
and continue our dreams
That's the last I can give
Lost, but finding my way
got a few words to say
I love you and goodbye
keep this letter. . don't cry . .
To you alone
My heart is sold
As the days go
Your beauty grows
As time flies by
i have to sigh
When you walk by
And catch my eye
I cannot think
Or even blink
As it may seem
Only a dream
To you alone
I have to sigh
And just walk by
Your beauties glow
restless heart in need of flight
the time is drawing near
future bliss within his sight
in the present lives his fear
what he has and what he needs
inhabit different pages
conscience shamed by guilty deeds
such sin has costly wages
The day is beckoning and it's dawn shall awake
For I to arise to knowing where my head will lie
Is it my fortune to eventually feel I to forsake
Will I be dispositioned to feel I to despise
To acknowledge the one that will I succumb
Shall it be Dark or Light, allow the clouds be
If such confusions become temperamental
Look into my eyes, such hunger you will see
When seen I draw nor Light, nor drawn Dark
Leaving my open eyes to declare whether
Allowing such hunger in eventual see
Only the seer influences, such can sever
Can I wrap my hand?
Round orb, in this
Can I walk on arid
As a prisoner desire
Can I be in
To my ending love
Can you sign this
letter for sanction,
Inside, I sentenced
Will my wrath and
Can anyone make me
So I am able to walk
As I have nothing to
write and send,
Can you give me a
piece of time,
Nib now dead, So I
begin with the lime,
To write a slaying
tale of love crime,
But contrary to
But, Now I give up
all this d*mn
For which I ruined,
So-called love with
all its brutality,
So begin to live
And call it quits at
So a balmy turns to
And love hangover
So I can live alone
Danny down the hall
just behind the door.
Thunder coming from it.
Presence made galore.
Cozy with a two-four.
Danny home to drink.
Left upon his own.
A girl to make him think.
T-shirt with a logo.
Danny's casual dress.
Smell of smoke right through it.
His ball cap holding mess.
Shoes left in the hallway
leaning to the wall.
Just aside the pathway
where Danny sweeps the hall.
Sunshine from the window
Danny stands in view.
Watching those who enter
whenever one comes through.
Danny down the hallway.
Asking what is new.
Pray it's not a foul mood
or Danny's on the brew.