there are the less
(the less
than subtle ways)
that I make love to you
through distance
and song:
‘Besides’
by Helen Jane Long.
Poetry is a business,
not art,
and Van Gogh has become
a cliché.
His starry night is studied
by rich men with paychecks.
I am not him.
His lonely sky
can’t be explained.
Neither can mine.
Shattered besides her
He sat beside her crib,
trying hard not to break down,
trembling like foliage in a whirlwind.
His hands cradled his head,
heavy with tears cascading like a spring.
Desperately, he willed her to stay awake,
fearing that if her eyes closed,
she might be taken away from him.
She was his world,
his beacon of hope,
his anchor amidst a raging tempest.
He could not forgive God.
"Why play dice with my daughter’s life?"
he murmured into the vast void.
"Take me instead,"
his prayer consumed by silence,
as the heavens remained quiet,
as they always are.
When her breath stalled,
and the hospital machines screamed
darkness rose like a tide and devoured him.
The delicate thread tethering his hope snapped,
and the world crumbled around him,
he died the same day
his spirit shattering alongside hers.
Soul! My soul never leaved me,
Even after I died—in white sea.
Weight so heavy, takes me deeper,
after that I became pure and clear.
Moon isn't the beauty of dark skies,
Sleeping below the cool air tonight.
Meet somewhere between the stars,
Light up the eyes and stay besides.
Through a hole I see
Moon and sea beauty collide
Inspiring my heart.
Chilled right by my side
I can now hear the waves sound
Hurling its spree.
Mountain at my left
Standing like pyramid
Bringing rays of hope.
Full moon is hiding
Behind cumulus thick cloud
Beauty shy my eyes.
one wish on the stars
one will count on the numbers
one will flip the cards
one waits for a rainy day
one on bended knees to pray
There's no place else I'd rather be
Than right beside your side
The fact that that's indeed the case
From you I do not hide
I've loved you for a thousand years,
Forever and a day
And all I've ever wanted was
To try and find a way
To tell you how I've thought about
And just how much I'd love
To stroll down lover's lanes with you
Two hands inside one glove
Your head upon my shoulder
My arm around your waist
A pause to let a sunbeam
Illuminate your face
See sunbeams know just where to go
They know where beauty lies
And here this little sunbeam
Found beautiful blue eyes
Besides the lies
I accepted it
Besides the remorse
I encourage it
Besides the wickedness
I praised it
Besides the pain
I endured it
Besides the beatings
I wanted it
Besides the love
I resented it
Besides the love
I required it
Besides the joy
I buried it
Besides the happiness
I cut it
Besides the life
I ended it
I got it that we were made to always
be just friends,
But you were more than that to me .
it was so pure that it was almost
forbidden.
forbidden that u could be mine
But i believed I have fallen for an angel.
The Angel that resides besides my heart.
That whenever I feel lonely , I turn next door right besides my heart.
and watch your beautiful smile
The smile that calms me down
And those perfect picture moments
present true you of no default.
I will be sitting right here with bucket
fill of chicken wings
for you my angel to come.
Pett Ezra Isaac
I got it that we were made to always
be just friends,
But you were more than that to me .
it was so pure that it was almost
forbidden.
forbidden that u could be mine
But i believed I have fallen for an angel.
The Angel that resides besides my heart.
That whenever I feel lonely , I turn next door right besides my heart.
and watch your beautiful smile
The smile that calms me down
And those perfect picture moments
present true you of no default.
I will be sitting right here with bucket
fill of chicken wings
for you my angel to come.
Pett Ezra Isaac
We long for arms to hug us
when nobody is willing to give up
a minute of their invaluable time;
a consoling embrace, a sympathetic look
can bring much empathy to our tears
and replace what others took
from us having stripped us of all pride,
but not of the unceasing will to rise!
Besides love and its fortitude,
everything else appears small;
we must declare it to all
and it will change hearts,
lifting them to another altitude...
becoming floating balloons!
We learned from mother
those incredible strengths
to confront life's strifes
and they became instincts
protecting our inheritance,
guiding us with prudence;
the older we got, the grayer
we saw the strands of our hair.
Besides love and its fortitude,
glory and power are the aspirations
of plebeians who weren't born to govern others
and feed their ego with conceivable anger:
knocking down everybody standing
in their way, woe to the one rebelling,
not complying with their rules of disdained platitude;
and certainly, death can be a sure thing as his fear.
I
while the airports and hubs of urban & urbane wane
television saturates itself with virus & old wives' tales
the city is still steeped in sin - by man's choosing
II
last night my town had hail, after weeks of rain
last year was all drought. Blessings 'midst the pain?
last shall be first says the Word - by free will choosing!
III
we picked up pock-marked plants, even veggies, this morning
hit by hail, yes, as I was marked by sin before repenting
MESSAGES? the same. the bible. sinners sin till the end
Spring's bike ride, summer
Swim, bunching fall's leaves, and skate
a snowy winter.
Besides all that you perceive
Exists all that you believe
Behind all your schemes
Exists all your dreams
Below all your responsibilities
Exists all your possibilities
Beyond all that is true
Exists all that is you
A thirst in heart
A soul again to see
By moonlight-sweet,
Besides thee to lie
Side by side
Eye in eye
Hand in hand.
By morn's light-bright
Besides thee to wake.
Forever,besides thee
Wish I,to stay.
besides me
he made a right turn
down the wrong side
of
the
tracks
just like me
he aint never
looking
back
?
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