Long poem by
Isaiah Zerbst | Details |
From Judges 11.
His brothers cast the young man out, the child of an harlot;
He fled away to distant Tob before they found an outlet
For anger, more than what they'd done, to fully disinherit
And drive him from his father's house, though not for foul demerit
Within himself, but all for greed- it made them hate their brother.
Now Jephthah lives his life alone, without a father, mother;
He goes about with newfound friends, considered rather shady:
At least he does not get too wild; he found himself a lady,
And has a one and only child, a daughter like her mother.
She's tall and slim, with long, black hair; as fair as any other,
And loves to dance and sing and play her timbrels with the daughters
Of the mighty men of Tob, who play their music by the waters
Of the brimming banks of Yarmuk; lovely music, song, and dancing,
In the evening, in the twilight, which is wordlessly enchanting;
So much so that all the stars come out before the sun has drifted
Below the burning desert sands, thus Nature's course has shifted
From what it was, what e'er has been his want, his call of duty,
And all to see some pretty maids who sing and dance with beauty.
The Ammonites come, bent on war, on taking land and cattle;
They'd kill the men of Gilead and claim the spoils of battle:
The land that once belonged to Sihon, which Israel gained possession,
Then Joshua allotted to the sons of Gad and Reuben.
Thus Ammon claimed what was not his, but what he thought he needed;
And Israel must be captained well, or else they'll be defeated.
The elders ride in haste to Tob, to Jephthah's lordly dwelling
To find the man who would be best and see if he is willing;
But Jephthah said, "Did you not hate me? Did you not expel me
Out of my father's house, and now you come to me and tell me
Of your need when in distress? If I by some rare providential
Act of mercy be successful, will you lay aside resentful
Ways and set me over you?" And this they would; they needed badly
A man who knew the art of war, who charged in battle madly;
So they agreed and made him captain over all the forces,
The leader of the fighting men, the officers, and horses.
Then Jephthah vowed a vow to God, he said, "If Thou wilt give me
A vict'ry over Ammon, then returning I will give Thee
Whatsoever first will greet me at the doorway of my dwelling
As an offering of fire for a savor sweet of smelling
Unto Thee." And having spoken he departed to the battle
With his whole command of soldiers, with a clash and tramp and rattle:
And they smote and killed the Ammonites until the Plain of Vineyards;
In twenty cities passing through as Jephthah drove them downwards.
The town of Mizpeh heard the news and every mouth was voicing
The praises of their leader and his soldiers with rejoicing;
Then, as they saw him from afar, the townsfolk all assembled
To cheer their hero, now their judge; but mighty Jephthah trembled,
For as he came unto his house his daughter came to meet him
With timbrels and with dances from his door she came to greet him;
Her raven tresses bouncing, and her flowing dresses swirling;
Her face alight with happiness, and glowing as she's twirling.
She smiles at her hero from the battlefront returning,
But he cannot return it for the raging storm that's churning
Inside himself, and making him so weak and sick and frightful
For his daughter, lovely daughter, blessed with grace and so delightful.
And he said, "O sweet Celena, you have cast my spirit downward,
For I've vowed a vow that's binding, and I cannot take it backward;
I have sworn to make a sacrifice of fire of whatever
First would meet me at the doorway of my house; but I had never
Thought that it should be a person, but a heifer or a doeling,
Or perhaps a dove or pigeon." Here he stopped, for tears were rolling
Down his cheeks, and rent his clothing as he stood there, crushed and grieving;
Amazed at what he'd done, and even now not quite believing
His hand must wield the wicked knife; his hand must light the fire;
His hand must end his daughter's life; his hand must build the pyre.
He stared at his offending limbs, said, "Would to God I'd lost them;"
For now he had to tell his wife how much his oath had cost them.
Then Celena, brave Celena said, "Perform what you have spoken;
For the Lord has taken vengeance and the Ammonites are broken:
Only grant me two months longer so that I and my companions
May bewail my virgin state among the mountains and the canyons."
One word was all that he could say, the one word, "Go," and held her
A moment to his bosom as his teary eyes beheld her;
A chain of gold about her neck, dress gay with colored sashes;
A tremble in her ruby lips, a teardrop in her lashes.
Then turning from her father, to the wilderness she stumbled;
Her eyes so filled with tears that down the road she tripped and tumbled,
And lay a while in the deep, deep dust that rose above her;
Then stripped her golden necklace, one gold ring and then the other
And threw them from her to be swallowed by the dusty powder:
"What good is gold?" she softly mumbled, crying ever louder.
Retreating to the lonely cliffs, the desert's jagged mountains,
Where desolation reigns enthroned, except for by the fountains
And streams that bring a thread of life, that ever downward trailing
Flows by the place where seven maidens gather as they're wailing
The loss of faithful friend, the favored, beautiful Celena,
Who would not flee, but e'er would be the dutiful Celena,
Submitting to her father's vow, though leading to her dying.
The place that used to ring with song and laughter fills with crying;
And music now is sighing of the maids and lonesome whispers
Of the wind. And those who danced are aimless wanderers and drifters,
Seldom speaking: consolation is but vain when 'tis imparted
To a soul whose days are numbered when its life has barely started.
Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Silent One | Details |
After watching the refugee crisis and the outbreak of war in her country, Mathias joins a charity organisation and joins a convey of ambulances delivering aid to camps. Camp after camp he searches for his beloved,
“Oh beloved, the one who holds my heart,
I have travelled the world seeking you.
Through stormy seas, across death ridden deserts,
climbed the highest mountain and walked though troubled jungles.
Yet, still I struggle to find you, some say I've gone mad,
but I know you exist as I can feel you through my pulsating heart.
The chapters of my love story have not yet began,
but I know this is more than a Romeo and Juliet affair.
This is not about a boy and a girl, falling in love forever,
this is about a mere mortal connecting with a Goddess like Venus.
Two hearts connected through a spiritual existence,
awaiting the fate of the magical union of touch.
My passion is like that of a magnificent waterfall,
only you can extinguish this endless flame of carnal desire.
Come, let me adore you, I am a devotee to your love,
come, let me burn inside you, I am the curator of your flower garden.
I yearn for you, like a sinner begs for forgiveness,
I want to cherish you, to die inside you.
Don't deny it, this is fate, I live for you and you for me,
honour me with your presence and feel my love.”
Imaani waits patiently for her beloved, to be connected, but with no internet or phone, she feels all is lost,
'oh beloved, where have you gone?
The echoes of your voice still haunt my mind.
I'm calling your name, but you don't hear me,
my tongue never tires from it.
But, my soul feels restless,
it dances alone in the pale moonlight.
My eyes turn to you,
they need guidance, but are blinded by your disappearance.
My heart falls upon deafness of the ears,
Which tire from its cries.
It's beating, but only to call your name..
The blood may rush around, but nothing excites the mind....
Until you reappear...'
Mathias starts to become frustrated, thinking Imaani may have died, yet still holds a little hope in his heart,
the one that resides within my heart...
I've never met you,
yet I still miss you...
The world longs for things,
which have become immune to me
I only long,
for the reunion with my beloved...
I've become silent,
For i know they don't understand
I have loved you,
before the beginning of time..
Before, this world,
We floated amongst the stars...
to be intoxicated by your aroma...
Where ever I go,
It seems the path will lead me to you....
Even though you are so far,
you have my heart in the palms of your hands...
My loyalty is with you,
as you hold the key to the doorway
I know within my heart,
This life can’t keep us apart..”
Then as fate and destiny have a funny way of turning out, Imaani catches a glimpse of what could be her beloved. She rubs her eyes and walks towards him and calls his name,
My beloved has come,
has left me breathless,
left me speechless...
My body is full of passion,
for the reunion...
for, my beloved is here,
nothing else matters,
nothing else exists...
Now, my soul is at peace,
now I am home...
Tears roll down both of their eyes as they embrace. Mathias holds his weak beloved in his arms, promising never to let go. They hold each other for what seems like eternity. Share many stories and after a long time both of them smile,
I heard your call..
Some say I am bad, whilst some say I am good
But, I know you will keep my honour,
after all, I am only yours..
the world has never known a love like ours..
The world only knows my name, as I seek you..
Nobody knew me, before the sorrow of love
But, your memory has written our love story...
I do not fear the world will change
My life is with you, please don't change..
So, here I am once again
So, hear my lovers call
My sorrowful story, my pains from society...
For this world will remember me, because of your love
For, ever since, I have become yours,
Life now has a new meaning...
Today, I finally achieved my dream,
and tomorrow, there will a brand new love story.”
Part four: Time for goodbye
Sadly, Mathias has to leave as he needs to return home. He promises to take her with him when he returns, but must return to complete all the correct documentation.
Imaani begins to seek his return everyday to save her from what has become her deadly fate,
Come back to me...
For, it is just you I seek..
You arrived, in my hour of need..
When, I was so lost...
Come, come, come set me free,
From the chains of your everlasting love..
Since you went away...
You took with you my heart...
Oh beloved, if you don't want to stay before my eyes..
Then, return to me my withering heart..
Why present me with such riches...
Only to take them away.”
“I long for the day, when all we feel is love,
no more hatred, no more pain, just happiness.
I long for the day, there is no more war,
to pick up a newspaper and see only peace.
I long for the day, where there is no hunger,
an end to poverty, drought and famine.
I long for the day, children can live without fear,
no oppression, no abuse, no manipulation, no hurt.
I long for the day, when we can all live as one,
no sectarianism, no warfare, no killing of innocents.
I long for the day, where anyone can love,
regardless of colour, culture, faith and sexuality.
I long for the day, where there is a cure,
for every illness, so no child dies in childhood.
I long for that day, when I can live and not fear,
because of a premature death, signalling my end.”
To be continued
The Silent One. 20 August 2015
Copyright © Silent One | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
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Copyright © Poet Destroyer A | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Diane Lefebvre | Details |
His walk into town would prove fateful that day,
As his mind wandered idly while finding his way.
His footsteps were brisk like fall chill in the air,
Past Wellington Gate, south of Denby town square.
He paused for a time as the hearse passed him by.
Its dark, somber outline contrasting the sky.
Stood still as it turned in through Wellington Gate,
Down this last dusty byway of sorrow and fate.
A pair of dark geldings, black plumes on their heads.
Seemed subdued in their manner while carrying the dead.
Their hooves beat dull thuds on the cold, hardened sod:
Alerting the devil, but more hopefully, God.
The box in the hearse lay there stark and austere.
Poor souls final journey, last trek anywhere.
The small group of mourners now somber and mute
Trailed after the hearse in reluctant pursuit.
His thoughts then turned back to concerns of the day.
The errands in Denby that had brought him this way.
His footsteps trudged on toward the town just ahead.
On past this bleak place with its fields of the dead.
And the day passed by quickly as he made all his rounds,
Attending to business before leaving the town.
Then an overdue visit to a friend from the past,
Would leave his mind reeling, in tumult, aghast!
For Nell Reed had returned from her home far away.
Nell Reed had come back, never more would she stray.
The scene he had witnessed at Wellington Gate,
The pine box, the mourners, lamented Nell's fate.
Then a blow to his middle - sharp twist like a knife.
Twice now he'd lost Nellie the love of his life.
Nellie, oh Nellie sweet child of his youth.
How could he accept this - admit to its truth?
She now lay in her coffin - pale, cold, not a sigh.
No words would she speak, not one single goodbye.
No explanation of the times in their past:
Of unanswered questions, he could now never ask.
He then found himself back at Wellington Gate.
Fall shadows had lengthened and the day had grown late.
Dead leaves of November swirled under his step,
Invited him follow to where Nellie now slept.
The despair that he felt huddled there by her grave,
Made him seem as a man now most surely depraved.
Harsh pleas for the answers to questions long asked,
From someone once cherished, now part of the past.
Where had she gone while he fought in that war?
Why did she leave, did she love him no more?
Upon his return, mind and body all scarred,
To face life without her - so sad and so hard?
He cried out in frustration, old sorrow and pain,
As he knelt by her grave there on Evermore Lane.
And the day turned toward evening, but he did not see,
Trapped there in his memories with no place to flee.
Then he sensed someone else, just behind, but nearby.
A young man with Nell's look, most especially her eyes.
In his hand was a letter, tinged yellow with time-
Nell's neat, tiny script penned on each faded line.
"She told me about you and what you once shared,
And asked me to find you, to tell you she cared.
She wished you to have this," his voice held a plea.
"Her last thoughts on this earth were of you and of me."
"The letter was written a long time ago,
When I was a child, before I came to know.
The man I called father, in the days of my youth,
Was only her husband; a well hidden truth."
"He raised me and fed me and treated me well,
But he never did love me and I always could tell.
This letter from mother should bring you at last,
Answers to questions that have troubled your past."
And the son placed the letter in his fathers cold hand,
Waited a moment - made a half-hearted stand.
But he turned then and left - back through Wellington Gate:
To the place he had come from and his own earthly fate.
And his father by the morning, lay frozen and dead,
On Nellie's cold grave with the message unread.
He never did view those last words meant for him,
It grew too dark to see as the cold night set in.
He succumbed to that cold and to Nellie's mute call.
And died where she lay on the last day of fall.
And the years passed on by, like the years always will.
They now lie there together, both silent: both still.
And all who'd remember lie near them as well,
No one now survives for this sad tale to tell.
Yet the legend goes on of this man and of fate.
It's still whispered while passing by - Wellington Gate.
Copyright © Diane Lefebvre | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Connor burke | Details |
Proved me wrong.
Girl you are strong
No doubt about that
I am too though.
Don't you ever forget it
We are different strengths.
Girl please. You're losing it.
What is so hard to understand.
I sped up.
Now you slow down.
Because? Because what?
We both need it.
Always failing cause we start up again from where we last left off.
Gushing over a couple kids with me someday
tying the knot moving out to Texas
so you can be with your ma and see your siblings grow up.
Planning our future in a tornados hollow center.
In the wake of destruction.
Just cause our chaos has run out of steam.
Its only the eye of the storm.
And we always get our second wind is coming.
Inevitable unless we try to change once
but nah I guess we masochistically desire our dependent mutilation.
baby we don't have a story.
We are the book of Revelations.
Obedient plot with a deep tragedy.
Foreshadowing's nothing without an ending.
But no not us.
Fall asleep and wake up
at the starting line in our crazy, luke warm, loopy maelstrom.
Like the progress we made the day before never happened.
And hell neither one of us is gonna say anything about it
cause we're not schizophrenic.
But I don't know about you..
But I wouldn't call you crazy. Too risky.
I'll just assume the power went out before I got to save. Yep.
Eh. No worries
go get giggly with your girlfriends
clown around routinely
fill your room to the brim with smoke.
And I'll go get popular in a rowdy crowd
cause I'm an expert at chaotic mischief
when I've spent my day shutting my liver down.
And then its you and me
making plans to get married tonight
and we had an awesome tale going.
We liked reciting it
cause we were so numb and high we didn't realize we plagiarized.
Romeo and Juliet right down to the parts
where they hardly knew each other.
Mistaking lust for love.
And killing ourselves at last.
Its a shame that it took one of em seeing the other dead
to realize there's a time to play and a time to be serious.
Keep reading. Wait. Con. I. Think I'm. Feeling somethi--
And we always seemed to blackout before we could write a fin.
Coulda been a best selling book.
You Alcoholic author man .
Wait. Hey. Amb. Do you remember.
what. we were saying last. night.
Did we say something about.. Uh. Nevermind.
I'm hungover and out of it.
--Man I must forget alot.
Cause everytime I'm in a pit
I look at your picture in my wallet for solace.
But. Hold up. you're the one who put me in!
Its cause now I feel struggle I feel resistance
Something I never felt before
Its like that little worm has some rhythm in its heart.
Seeing something I normally didn't
Holding in its last breath.
To swim to the top of the bottle.
Through the liquor.
Like wait a second.
I looked at you and really felt love.
And I want a life with you. More.
This warmth? Woah
Never leave. I'll dig upwards.
Through hells ceiling.
Brake my wrists unremittingly.
Until I reach the surface.
And then I'll make my claws grow back round and soft.
So I can hold your hand.
And my teeth I'll file down.
To fit back in my mouth and scrub off all the blood.
So I could give you a kiss.
You can make a demon gentle.
And this monsters wrath will deplete
And my eyes for the first time join my lips in a smile.
as I kiss your forehead to sleep.
As this caterpillar finally builds his cocoon.
it looks like two humans interlocked.
Arms and legs crossed.
Like a force to be reckoned with.
Unstoppable together as one.
You are my woman.
And I Will always love you.
Cause you're my girl.
You're my one.
The truth of the matter though is that
you are a double wicked candle.
fuse not far from the igniting sight
i did you wrong, turned my eye, and blank for a second
but you said nah this is eternity now
This is all I know
How did I do this to myself all over again.
But its not.
no matter what I said u grew quiet And learned to do the same.
Ashamed. but I never jumped the edge
Believe me. I felt fine with being wanted that's it.
Never had them. never did.
It was you. You beat me.
You got this you win.
I didn't lose anything but you.
I just hope you know.
Its all good. Let that be the ending.
For all I care now.
Copyright © Connor burke | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
george franklin | Details |
DUE AGAIN, AGAIN
ALL, IN VAIN,
HIS BODY HALTS,
SAYS “STOP THE PAIN ‘’
FAILS TO OVER POWER
THE EVIL’S CLAIM
TO HIS DOMAIN
THE TRIBE THAT LOVES
LOOKS ON DISTRAUGHT
AND UNABLE TO HELP
TRIES LOVES SUPPORT
RETURN TO SAY GOODBY
THE WILD MAN'S ON HIS WAY
BEHIND EYES CLOSED SO TIGHT
'' WE'VE, COME TO SAY GOODBY ''
A FLUTTER, A SMILE
A DISTANT LOOK
MARGARET'S IMAGE HOVERS CLOSE
AS JACKIE KEEPS A
WATCH OVER DAD,
HIS FEET AND HANDS
LIKE THE VIBRANT
VERN I KNEW
A BODY LEFT BEHIND THAT NIGHT
AS OFF HE GOES
TO TEAR AHEAD
'' REMOVED,'' SAY YOU
' ' OUR MAN ABOVE
IS EXPECTING YOU''
THOSE LEFT BEHIND
HOPE TO GATHER
HIS TRIBAL PALS
MEMORIES AND ASHES
THE FISHES WAY
AND TREAD AGAIN
AND LEFT US WITH
AND CARING TRUE
OUR MORTAL FEARS
AS WE MOURN AND CARE
LAUGH AND REMEMBER
HE GOES AHEAD
FOR HIS AGENDA
IS '' FORGE THE WAY ''
HERE'S TO YOU
A GLASS OR TWO
WE RAISE IN PRAISE
MAGGIE! ARE YOU COMING?
JOAN AND THE OTHERS WILL BE ALONG LATER
Copyright © george franklin | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Wilbert Dela Cruz | Details |
My mom was everything to me
She was my every day, my every morning
She was literally my life and I lived every single bit of it, in her world
She was my inspiration and her smile, was a sun-shine in my face
Every morning I would wake up and the first thing I ever thought about, was her
She would see me come down the stairs and automatically wave her little hands
“Good Morning, Bert!” she would squeak out, followed by a smile as big as the ocean
In return, I would play with her cheeks, pinching both sides as I would often do
While she, on the other hand would always try to get a bite off of them, just for fun of course
It was our special ritual thing we do every morning, as if exchanging something more than words can say
My mom was my greatest dream of all and I mean that in every sense of the word
Because for a dreamer such I am, no dreams has ever come close to my undivided attention
I am also a freewill-thinker but where it comes to my mom, there can only be just one choice
I would choose her every time just because I am her son; it’s my duty to return the love, she has instilled in me
For a long time now I found a great calling preparing and giving her daily meds and insulin shots
To her I was her private doctor… To me, she was my princess, my queen and I would do just about everything
I have learned a lot being with her 24/7, 7 days a week, like being more of the patient trying to solve my problem with patience
Well, I mean it’s a work-in progress kind of thing but I truly feel that I’m a lot better compare from the old me
Little by little, day by day, one day, it just occurred to me that I was becoming the person, I can consent to be
For me helping her with her needs, she has helped me figured out my own path into the person I’ve always longed to be
You see, often, I’ve cried out, in silence about trying to find my own purpose in a world, filled with mysteries and illusions
And like I said earlier, every time, I would wake up and I would find her downstairs with her smile fixed directly at me
If you can only feel things in my shoes, no other kind of happiness can ever feel so pure and complete, it contented my soul
My mom loves to garden and because I love her and I wanted to make her happy, she made me fall in love with gardening
I could not believe it at first but gardening became my Superman’s fortress of solitude, it’s like it’s a whole new different world
She has given me so much of everything; I only wish that I had given her something even remotely significant, in comparison
She didn’t just shaped me to be the person I am today; I became the person who would happily choose to be guided by her
Because there’s nobody else in the world like her, no heart can ever be as pure and innocent and good as her heart is
My mom was one of kind, a diamond if the rough, a jewel in the night and my sole treasurer of dreams
I don’t know what I would do without her, I have not one clue what my mornings would be like without her smile
I’m not even sure if I can ever get passed the darkness that I will be facing tomorrow; I only know one truth for now
I love my mom… I love her more than the meaning of the word love; I love her transcendently from infinity and beyond
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Herbert Siao | Details |
It was like a whisper-
My wife delivered the sad news-
"Your grandfather was dead."-
And so he was-
Her eyes was awfully sad-
Touched me gently on my back-
He was old-
The time I started to noticed him around-
He was a relic-
He talked about the war-
The warring in the land-
Dispute over religion-
The greatness of the past Presidency-
How Marcos summary killed young idealist-
How my uncle survived the bullet-
And wrote a letter to Imelda to help him-
The hospital bill in exchange of his ideology-
How he comes on this land-
Answered the migration call-
In the Southern Philippine-
He was young-
He loves democracy-
He went to street and joined the protesters-
To end up injustices-
He tilted the land-
Grow coffee and Avocado-
He sniffed the salty wind of the Celebes sea-
As he stood at the cliff of Matutum-
Sometimes they sale fruits in the public market-
Those years of the early 60's-
While my mother was just a kid-
Then we came-
My cousins and us-
We sat at the table-
Trembling in the dark of dawn-
That was during our summer escapade-
While grandma prepared for us a hot milk-
Then he walked near beside-
Staring on us-
Preached the narrative of his life-
As I perceived-
He was a learned man-
Our pillar collapsed-
My knees gave up-
I sat on a bench-
My body drenched by my cold sweat-
My eyes drawn beyond the wall-
Like I search things on the mirror-
Tears lined on my eye-
An innocent face-
Stared back from the reflection of the clear pond-
"Eat it..eat it..eat it..",my older cousin whimpered-
We wore straw hat-
And a checkered polo-
And the place was cold-
That morning, we went into a brook-
We forgot time went by-
It was already two in the afternoon-
"Let's go home!", I don't recall who said that-
We walked briskly-
Hold a big salmon on our hand-
We were afraid-
The sky was slowly given up from the dark-
The rain started to pour-
Then we saw him-
He was there signaling us to halt-
Tending his carabao-
We gathered on the sofa-
Only the flickers of the light glows-
He sat on the dark corner-
Listened the radio transistor gibbers-
The mountain loomed in silence-
The radio announcer talked about the cold front-
The wind outside whistled-
At school he asked on us sometimes-
How things going on-
He bragged about it-
To his neighbors-
On his house at Tieza-
There was this book rack-
I sat there often-
Those stories about the Greeks-
The Filipino contemporary authors-
Because of that I love to stay in the library-
Hand gripped the yellow mongol pencil-
Scribbling some words on crumpled papers-
And hid it somewhere-
At college he went to our house at Silway-
He watched the television-
I read silently the Doveglion-
Near beside him-
He was weak and knew his end was coming-
I touched his head always-
He breath weakly and coughed-
How I love my old man-
My son likes to play beside him-
He was on his death bed-
Then my wife-
Was standing right in front on the workplace-
She looked at me on the eye-
And I knew the smile of there is something-
I knew he was gone-
Copyright © Herbert Siao | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Margie Pierson | Details |
It all happened rather sudden, having to say goodbye.
My children standing all around as tears filled there eyes.
Then I heard a voice say son its time to come home.
But God I asked, how can I leave them here all alone?
Come he said there's something I want you to see.
Next thing I knew I left my failing body.
He took me to the waiting room oh what I beheld
standing there before me was so many all around!
He spread his arms oh so wide and said son can you not see
all these here before you, they are family.
As my eyes filled up with tears I said Yes I understand.
Come my child its time to go then he took me by the hand.
God, I asked how will I know my kids will be alright
once I leave this world and step into the light?
with a chuckle in his voice oh so very dear
come my son there's something I want you to hear.
He brought me back to the place that all my children were
Now close your eyes and listen tight
as your family sing you toward the light.
With each song that you sang it lifted me oh so very high
and before I even knew it I started toward the sky.
What seemed to you me fading away
was actually me going home this very day!
As I got to Heavens door there they were
your mom, grandmom and grandpop
just like they said they would.
They kissed and hugged me very tight
then said everything's gonna be alright.
We've been waiting oh so long
we're glad you finally made it home!
Then they said there's someone, I know you long to see.
Then grandpop said come on and follow me.
Standing there before me on this very day
was the one and only man who took my sins away!!
I fell down upon my knees
his shining face I've longed to see!
Then Jesus said arise my child
come and walk with me awhile.
He took me down the streets of gold
trust me Heavens beauty to behold!
He took me to a mansion oh so grand and true.
With my very hands I've prepared this just for you!
We talked and tarried awhile you see
then Jesus smiled and looked at me.
I know what's on your mind this day
there not really all that far away!
Lord, I'm worried about my children, they could never get along.
Jesus smiled and said behold your children in your earthly home.
A curtain opened oh so wide
when I looked I began to cry!
There you were in my house that very special night
no arguing, no complaining, nope, not even a fight!
Jesus said you see your children are going to be just fine
because of the love you have left behind.
Life isn't perfect, ups and downs you'll see
Its like a winding road full of uncertainty.
All along this road you'll find laughter, joy, sadness, pain and yes even loss
but standing here before me child can you not see its worth the cost?
Then he said its time my child to wipe your tears away.
No more worry, no more pain, no more death beyond this day!
He wiped away my one last tear, then pulled me close and held me near.
Now one last message to my family and friends
I will always love you and that will never end
but please don't mourn me too very long
I'm not really gone, just finally home!!
Copyright © Margie Pierson | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
Wilbert Dela Cruz | Details |
I’ve often wondered, what it’s really like, to be lost
I mean I’ve been lost before; in fact, I’ve been lost, many times, at many levels
I’ve been lost, in my ways; lost in the light of my emotions, lost in love
I’ve been lost in my thoughts more times that I can remember
I’ve been lost inside my dreams as if those dreams are my permanent residence
And I’ve also been trapped in nightmares, more than I can dream up a dream
But those are a different kind of lost, there’s no definitive feel that gives them life
I mean, yeah! You can lose your ways but life has a way of fixing that, it’s a natural law
Lost in dreams and nightmare, you could always wake up to snapped you back to reality
It was said that an open mind can tame the widest beast and love heals through time
They are not real lost, the lost, I’m really trying to get to, is the sudden loss of everything-in everything
Like, when, as if time literally stopped and all the sudden you’ve lost your self-preservation
I’ve been wondering more so now than ever because yesterday, time literally did stopped for me
And everything that I thought I knew about life, adopted a whole different meaning, my now is not now anymore
I’m rumbling on and on, I know, I’m trying not to, forgive me, it’s a new territory for me
But based from my newbie-experience, to be really lost isn’t exactly what I thought it would be
It cannot be explained even if I try… all I can say is, there is a lot of thinking going on, a lot of searching
And accepting that the mind has a mind of its own too and to wonder everywhere, seems to be the just cause
To be lost, I always thought I would be inside some kind of darkness somewhere like in a cocoon
And I would just be waiting for the light to come in, while I burn from an invisible sensation of the internal fire
It’s complicated… to put it mildly it is as thorny as love is easy and simplistically normal, I know it doesn’t make sense
I’ve been asking and telling myself the same thing over and over, I mean I should be asleep right now
But here I am, trying to put together some kind of logic to these somewhat insensible thoughts
It’s a reality check for a dreamer… life is not a dream, life is simply what it is, there is no punchline
I am lost, I know I am, but somehow, in some way, I also know that I will be fine
I would just have to embrace my loss and start from the beginning but one thing for certain
I feel somewhat fearless at this moment because I know in my heart’s heart, I have something, I didn’t have before
I now have a special angel, guarding me from heaven, who loves me beyond breathe and beyond reason
So you see, now, I don’t mind being lost and if this new life ahead is going to be my darkness, all I can see is her light
I’ve always joke around with her saying that while I am her son, she, on the other hand is me sun, shining on me
Copyright © Wilbert Dela Cruz | Year Posted 2015