Captivated by the rising tide, alone she stood
On a solemn piece of rock. The darkness
Lingered over; correcting her daylight.
Death in its inevitability took the form of ocean.
Amidst the fleeting light, an absence and
Neglect writhed behind her eyes,
Draining her malevolence, turning it to fear.
A tapestry of thought weaved onto her shoulder,
Lethargy strained through her. Never fighting the
Overpowering desire to sleep. One foot first,
Never look back, for the
End, is here.
Love is always close, but sometimes hard to find.
Endless the battle between the heart and the mind.
A bitter pill to swallow when love does the leaving.
Voicing desires, piecing together the hope of believing.
Embrace the act of love, it is the moon in the evening.
Youth will fall to the age of decay and death.
Our hearts can not survive, what will be left?
Understanding, it will all end, I will seize to exist.
My time dies away with each passing moment.
You capture every hour, the seconds well spent.
This is love, I feel it surrounding me, don't cry.
Existance is only here for a short time, I will die.
And you will survive to love again, please do.
Remember the times between me and you.
Sun rises and sun sets, love rises becoming new.
I will leave you my tears.
Spread my ashes upon the Earth.
Life has come full circle.
Time for growth and rebirth.
I will leave you my tears,
Don't you cry for me.
My vessel has sailed away,
Know that my spirit is now free.
Leave You My Tears
For Contest: The Poet II
Sponsor: Gautami Phookan
Poet: Casarah Nance
Date: September 04-2014
Inspiration for Hatred Bleeds From Her Discourse,
Rewriting What She Once knew - Tenacious Factuality -
Revelation of Consciousness Leaves Her Domain Bare.
Even as Her Fingers Silk Through The Light, She Recieves no Solace;
Voicing The Silent Echoes That Cascade Within Her.
Often, now, Her mind Breathes only condemnation - A Twisted Mockery -
Captivated By The Depravity of Her Own lucid Creation
Ability to align-star-crossed, Unfortunate Function Does Not Constitute Existence.
Beneath Perpetual Masochism Dawns The Remnants of Her Hope,
Liar, You Never Knew what Lurked behind Your own Putrid Assumptions.
Erase This Memory By All Means, Watch The letters Burn into The Sky.
- Watch Her Burn into The Sky -
I s a child to be heard?
N o one answers, as usual. The silence is slowly killing me.
S orrow, misunderstanding and these mourning memories,
I s this the way it is supposed to be? Since that fateful day, I have been a
G irl, lost in a whirl of tragic past, calamitous present and the fear of having no future,
N ever have I known what "family", "friends" or "fiends" mean, for
I have never made or heard of any.
F or I am thirteen, just as inconsequential as a dwarf planet, amongst boundless galaxies.
I live in misery, why won't anyone listen to me? I may be young, but I
C an converse, listen and see, and I
A m as normal as you are. So why
N ot give me a chance to prove myself?
C an you ever give me a listening
E ar? Is a child to be heard?
Mountains crumble no more to be
Oceans of woe since you left me
Thunder rolls and my heart it breaks
Humbly life ends, my soul it quakes
Everlasting grief with no mend
Reminds me daily, it will not bend
Inconceivable, this pain I bear
My love's not gone, together we'll share
In lasting glory at Jesus' feet
Serenity and grace, oh how sweet
Salvation unites on heaven's shore
Yesterday's gone, tomorrow brings more
Only a moment in time we wait
Until we meet at heaven's gate
Why do some get Cancer,
When we know this has no answer;
So this sickness isn't really Cancer;
Because we can not really find out the answer.
So here I will answer,
For everyone who suffers from Cancer.
C Can not find the Answer
A Anger, for not finding Answer
N No just cause for this Answer
C Caring in finding the Answer
E Everyone thinks they have the Answer
R Rest in peace, Sorry had no Answer
I will wait for you as long as it takes,
I will not let you go by making many mistakes,
I will be strong while i hold on tight,
Even if you don't care to say goodnight,
I will always want a part of you in my heart,
Even though i am already being torn apart,
I will smile and not act like nothing wrong,
I will always want you,
It's already been this long,
So if i am alone for the rest of my life,
I was waiting for you to come and let me be your wife,
I know that you will never feel the same way
I am just letting you know even how much you hate me,
I will always Stay.
To Work In A Hospice Just Be There and Care.
Bring yourself, It's all that you have and it's real,
Everyone needs to be understood and to feel.
Treat others in the way you want to be,
Hear what's unspoken, listen for the key.
Encourage folk to say what they need,
Remember your limits , try not to exceed.
Every time you give, someone receives.
Allow yourself feelings, You are not perfect,
Never share outside except with the staff elect,
Dying is a lonely journey, let your care be your gift.
Care and love, let yours show,
Anxieties of your own, just let the staff know.
Recall happy memories, folk like that a lot,
Empathy's good but sympathy's not.
A way to remember the rules of engagement in The Hospice.
© Dave Timperley. October 30th 2014
W eeping fills the hangar as his casket is brought out,
E mbraced by Old Glory's colors, a fitting soldier's shroud.
L oved one's hearts are shattered, future hopes, dreams are crushed;
C omrades in arms salute him, adding a bittersweet touch.
O verwhelming grief consumes those left behind,
M eaningless words, platitudes spoken to be kind.
E arnest tales of bravery told of him who died.
H eavy with emotion, a nation shares regrets,
O ffering condolences to those who won't forget.
M any a brave soldier has been welcomed home this way.
E nding future ventures, they've come home to stay.
Entered in Susan Burch's Little Viewed Jewels contest.
M oment by moment the hours tick by,
I n each one I wonder and ask myself why,
S ince you have left me I feel so alone,
S o utterly empty when I should have known,
I nviting you into my heart wasn#t wise,
N ot when I knew you had other ties,
G one now the laughter of warm Summer days,
Y ou took them all with you, not wanting to stay.
O nly you coulld get under my skin like you did.
U ntil you came along I was just a big kid.
T hen I met you and everything changed,
E xcept for the fact that you were estranged,
R ecently leaving a home and a wife,
R evealing to me you still wanted that life.
I n all that you said and all that you did,
B ut I wanted you so I put in my bid,
L ike a fool I gambled my all and I lost,
Y ou were honest with me and well worth the cost.
Don't ever let yourself get caught up in an affair.
When it's over it's just not worth the pain and embarrassment.
If someone is married they are off limits and if you are married you are not free to sample the other stuff out there.
You could lose everything for a cheap, very temporary thrill.
Let cooler heads prevail and don't let your loins think for you.
This poem was written to convey this message.
It is , however pure fiction so don't feel sorry for me. ;)
For Aye, Aye And A Mistress Contest by Debbie Guzzi
Twisting the Misery around his Finger,
He walks to an isolated place.
Embedding his Heels into Sand, Carefully He
Offers himself to the Earth.
Lucid, Nostalgic Perfumes of a
Deceased Love Permeate his senses.
Meagrely He closes his eyes,
Night time captures the Sun and
Sinks into Sand. Darkness,
Like Liquid it Slips under the Surface
Engulfing the Labyrinth of Light,
Eating the morning hue, turning it to mist.
Peace is With Him, For Now, He
She's fighting a silent battle within.
No one notices, no one cares.
She wants it to end, but not knowing how.
The torment is so strong.
In her mind she wants to die.
No matter how hard she tries.
She cant fight no longer,
Tears will flow but she will know,
it will get better with her gone.
He Strains Against The Undying Bonds of Life,
Empties Himself to The World and Contemplates,
Swift, Agonising, Masochistic Blood Lust. - The
Grains in His Hourglass Glowed a Tempestuous,
Ominous Black. - It's Almost Over Now. -
Ink Blots Stain his Intellect, and Form
Neat Circles of Venom, Tightly Coiled around The
Greying Matter of His Slow, Ceasing Bone Cage.
Trials of Time Pull Gravity Tighter: He Fights to
Overcome the Weight, Struggling Indefinitely To
Keep his Confident Frame. He Begins to
Indulge Selfishly Within The Realms of His Own
Lucid Creation. - This is Real - Crystal Clear
Liquid Seeps Over his Feet - It Has to be Real. -
Holding his Love above Fear He Sinks his
Indigo Hands Into Flesh, Beyond the
Meat, and Far Beyond the Putrid Violent
Stench of His Mindset. This all has to
End. He Draws his Ultimate Inhalation, and
Looking Into the Back of His Head, He
Intricacies, delicately and poignantly
Shroud themselves, taking
Only his sanity and rationality.
Living on the edge of chaos,
And sinking his broken
Teeth into this life... He makes his
T his great soul by the name of Steve Irwin
H as left this world doing what he loved most . . .
E nlightening us with the creatures of our earth. A
C onservationist on the brightest journey to
R eplenish the earth with endangered species
O h how you will be missed by all of us!
C rocodiles you valiantly fought for
O ffering them your compassion and love.
D eath came in your prime of life yet
I t is of great comfort knowing your are
L oved by millions throughout the world. Your
E nthusiasm for your work became contagious.
H unter was your title, a warrior for animal rights,
U nderstanding the urgency to end global warming. A
N aturalist unwavering. You shined brightly as a
T ender loving husband and father on an
E nvironmental quest. . . You will be lovingly
R emembered as a fine teacher and a great man!
Entry for Jared Pickett's Acrostic 2 contest
H is breath was growing shallow, as the
E vening sun dipped behind the clouds
A ugmenting the shadows cast around the
R oom where she kept her solitary vigil
M inute by minute, death’s spectre crept
E ver forward, ready to stake his claim
O ffended by death’s effrontery, she
L owered her head in prayer,
O nly a miracle could save him now;
R esolutely she prayed, but to no avail
D eath moved too fast, and stole her love away.
For the 'What's my Theme' competition - Theme 'A Prayer'
P aranoia permeates, etching itself into your fractured face,
A cacophony of constant pressure; life remains a stressful race,
N othing to hope for, no positives like promotion in the workplace,
I nability to love, relationships lift anchor and set sail without chase,
C hildren crushing dreams under mortgages; age grows with disgrace
M y mother died when I was fifteen months old
O h how my heart hurt when I called her so bold
T o heaven her soul did soar_ leaving her children
H ere on this earth, with lives now so totally barren
E each day I wonder why so young she had to go
R easons I will never know in this life though
S atan did his work in destroying family
D evil stirred the father to drink, compulsorily
E aten away was his heart from the loss; Granny
A ttended five children's needs, extra for baby
T o family members word was spread_ youngest given
H ome by adoptive family; but this for child heaven
Woven lines patterned like the black widow's silk.
Resting upon the face and the hands.
Insidious, the crow perches on skin once like milk.
Nestled in laugh lines, the years' stark demands.
Kings and Queens reign, then they, too, grow old.
Looking back at all the scavengers stole.
Each wrinkle a regret, the grave dagger's dole.
Friendship you offered me freely
Ready always to help and advice
Each comment structured and balanced
Delightful were the words you wrote
Drawing pictures and visions in the mind
Invoking thoughts that inspired
Each phrase and verse chosen well
I read the last poem he wrote before changing his id
to poet aggressor and to me it seemed he knew what
lay ahead. Maybe even welcomed it, I think he had,
had enough for who knows what he was going through
we all wear public faces keep the pain and torment
hidden. Freddie dear Freddie already I miss you so
much I will leave you with his own moving words.
richness of the heart
the tongue will speak graciously
a bounty of words
spoken tenaciously well
incanting ones included
I'm the accuser
blaming myself directly
a sign of my guilt
without any allowance
at the funeral
mourners in plenty
grave devoid of a body
instead thrown in a furnace
courage is with me
just as long I keep breathing
once I die I'm dead
apprehensively of course
don't know where I'm going yet
A few of Freddie's short poems
Nine Eleven—a dark day lives of many workers were stolen away
Individuals worked all night; stayed; without seeing the light of day
Nose to the grindstone below floor level they labored productively
Effectively moving papers, stacks, racks, speedily and so selectively
Encouraged basement overtime; more taxes paid; they worked away
Loyal workers; dedicated to the cause; laziness to them—not a gift!
Earnestly they called home to say, “Honey I am working another shift”
Encouraged by those who stayed; coffee and donuts— no need to pay
Encroachment above they never did see as terror stuck during the day
Night’s darkness envelope the light; underground darkness of the night
© Joseph Spence, Sr., 8/27/09
© All Rights Reserved
Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
T wo buildings once stood tall
W hen one day they would fall.
I n the sky the planes flew
N ot knowing what they'd do.
T oo many people died
O n that day we all cried.
W hat happened no one knew
E xtreme anger just grew.
R emembering the fear
S o keep your families near.
I can't believed I
Missed all the
That You gave me!
I know now that I can't live my
Life without you!
Living here knowing that I
Can still have you in my heart is my
Only joy. I'm sorry I didn't believe in all your
Messengers until it was almost to late; but
I'll try to live the rest of my life for you
God, be with me and help get through these last days!
In the fall of ninety one a
November morn had just begun as
Harbor bells rang loud and echoed
All around sad Goucester town.
Lost within a perfect storm as
Ill winds stirred the teaming sea,
Never to return to shore, instead to
The Navy Hymn from St. Anne's swept till
Harbor's silent shorelines wept as
Each tossed flowers to the tide, like
Souls they floated - gently gone,
Each lifted by the hopeful song
And, with last goodbyes, inhaled the sea.
July 4, 2014
S orrow and grief,
A ppear in your hearts.
D ead is the light,
N ow fading from every face.
E ntering the world slowly,
S uddenly it takes over,
S preading darkness across the bright sky.
The end of us breaks open both old and new cracks in my heart.
How come I couldn't see where my blind love would lead us,
Ending it again, you have, before our love could fully grow.
In the many, many years since I first fell in love with you,
Never did I think we'd find our love and then lose it.
Vanishing appears the only option left to me now,
Incredible loneliness once again my friend.
Surely God didn't intend our splitting?
Inside my heart you are big as ever.
But, I am a silly old romantic,
Long ago laden with love,
Ever waiting only for you.
Madness to love you?
About to find out.
Now I fade away.
Gone: breathless, cold, deceased, dead, departed, done, fallen, lifeless, lost, obsolete, vanished.
Invisible: concealed, discreet, hidden, inconspicuous, unnoticeable, unseen.
Gulf oil spilled
Useless big waste
Lives were taken
Oil will spew
In such turmoil
Loss no one knew
So much damage
People showed care
Like a nightmare
Let’s clean this up!
O ut of control
I t shouldn't have happened
L ots of destruction
S hame on BP
P lease stop this disaster
I irrate and upset
L ots is at stake
L oss of God's creations
Buried secrets…pulled out of dank soil and shoved into the light
Unjustified accusations, exhausting and expensive to fight
Tainted and tattered relationships flutter in and endless wind
Impossible to undo or explain, especially to a young mind, closed within
Wistful memories of easy smiles and open affection
Innocence gone; hatred coaxed by lies and deception
Love too strong and proud to let go, perceived as little more than a show
Lost for words as his disrespect slowly smolders and grows
Lingering awkward anger, followed by confusion and sighs
Each hateful word and hostile look, thrown like daggers from eyes I don’t recognize
Torn between a mother’s hope and helpless frustration
He is resolute; seeing only black and white…allowing no gray in this situation
I have given up explaining, reasoning, and rationale that falls on deaf ears
My heart breaking with each failed attempt; desperately fighting back tears
Gone forever is the boy I knew only months ago
Oblivious to my intent and resolute to his own; my heart tells me to say no,
…But I will let him go
Again it begins, another round
New in name, same in sound.
Overrated and welcomed with pride
Til tomorrow comes and it's tossed aside.
Happily declared with promises and dreams,
Eve comes and goes without losing steam
Rushing away as time moves on, coldly.
Night turns to day. The date changes, only.
Eventually the hopes and dreams are gone.
Withered and wasted, but dreamers move on.
Yesterday is gone, and so are easy days,
Easygoing life torn up and washed away.
And this new year that's come is just the same.
Really the number is all that has changed.