Best Blink Away Poems
I drink my tears and blink away my fears,
For the Lord my God is with me,
He's giv'n me relief and driv'n away grief,
With hope I cope with life's melee.
Reviling all pain, I'm smiling again
Midst trials, denials and strife,
I'm moving on now, God's proving me how
He takes whole control of my life.
Living in His ways, giving Him all praise,
Singing and bringing Him glory,
Learning to be still, turning to His will,
I light up and write this story.
Written on 12th August, 2017
"The clock is a useless tool, measuring mortality,
narrowing vitality. Don't let it tick-tock away the waning moments
and fine components of your final days." (last stanza of Heather Ober's "Clocks")
A brand new day
Tick tock tick tock
You grow, you learn
You take that walk
To get your fine diploma
Fond friends get left behind
Blink one eye
To keep a tear at bay
Tick tock tick tock
You get a job
Or first you go to college
Find a mate and settle down
Tick tock tick tock
Surprises come
So soon your first child’s prom!
Blink both your eyes
Try not to cry
Tick tock tick tock
A grandchild’s birth
And then a whole lot more
Folks you used to know
Have passed away
Tick tock tick tock
Blink back those tears
Of joy and pride
And also tears of pain
Tick tock tick tock
Changes happen
For the good and for the bad
You must adapt
Or fade. . . . . .
Tick tock tick tock
Sit back in your recliner
And simply close your weary eyes
There will be no more tears
To blink away
For Tracie Edwards' Homage Poetry Contest
I see you bent low
Your head in your hands
Tears dropping on the table cloth
The heavy sighs that no one can hear
Fill my ear
Even past the wall
Between eternity and finite time
I hear
I see
Your guardian angel is near
My orders from the throne
To protect you from harm
Physical….spiritual
To guard your steps
Yet...I see you have not walked
For many an hour
You have been glued to that spot
Unmoving
Only knowing that your universe
Is caving in
Forming a black hole
That is sucking in your soul
The decision is mine to make
I have no time to hesitate…
Overstep my bounds?
Or just hover and watch you drown?
The room fills with light
As I materialize
Hiding my wings
Not wanting to shock you
Not in your present state...
But you are too far gone to see
The gun on the table…ready
So, with one hand I touch your face
With the other under your grizzled chin
I make you look up at me….
Your eyes fill with wonder
You blink away the tears
Trying to focus
Trying to grasp the reality of me
Before you have time to question
I close my lips on yours
And breathe into your mouth
The eternal qualities of heaven
Peace, joy, love and light….
A lingering kiss of life
The moment where heaven and earth collide
And I unfold my wings and envelope you
In a cocoon of heavenly wonder
I enfold you
I feel your strength returning
I will not let you fall
I have heard the unspoken call
Of your bleeding heart…
And as you reach your arms around me…
In that moment…I’m gone
Clothing myself with invisibility
Yet…. just as near
Unseen to your mortal eyes
But as real
As the erratic beating of your heart
I hover near
You exhale slowly
Your breath is on my cheek
The light dims
And you open your eyes
Wondering what delirium
Has come over you
Yet there….there in your hand
A token of the encounter
A white feather
That glimmers in the night
Against orders….
I will stand before the throne
And try to find the words to explain
This strange act...
I could not keep back
I had to guard your life
In the only way I knew how
In that unearthly moment in time
I will find the grace to answer
My reward… the look in your eyes
The radiance of your face
The knowing smile that reveals
You are worthy enough
On a dark and hopeless night
To be kissed….
By the lips of an angel
A guardian angel of light
For Skat's Angel Contest
i have seen the pale horse
unmask your face
color it white
till you blended with him
like a blank stare of the moon
his hooves beat in a heart
where silence now falls
as a gossamery wind
caught my breath
beneath the still of yours
his pace separated our worlds
through the eternal place of his own
your soul temporized within his passage
into partings of darkness
drawn through shades of eyes
that once could blink away fog
yet now lost the ability to do so
under the seal of fate
I have seen the indurated clay
that holds you tight
yet your shadows tramp my mind
as if it were a common street
these vivid memories hook my thoughts
as if fifty bucks could own my soul
curse you, even in death
your immortality still robs
choking me of every breath
my scars harbor your death
i close my eyes to these blocks of mind
your soul still owns...
I resurrect the pale horse, curse him
yet place him higher than the stone walls
or granite that bears your name
and kiss nothingness at your grave
my mind becomes calm again
but my roots remain twisted
beneath the silence of your wind
yet i curse you
and i curse him
the same!
The bathroom lacks your spare change scattered,
and my bank account is no longer flattered.
Your socks are no longer sprawled on the floor,
but everyday entails a greater chore.
There's certainly far fewer dishes to scrub,
but there's no companion to enjoy my grub.
I'm no longer someone's personal maid,
but the lack of your traffic makes me afraid.
The covers are tucked on your side of the bed,
but fluffing the comforter is a simple dread.
The satin sheets no longer unfold you,
and this beating breast has no chest to mold to.
A cabinet drawer hangs, and my bouquet is bent.
As I weep, the dripping sink seems to lament.
If you're with the Holiest, and only know bliss,
I wonder if you're oblivious, or you witness this.
If the latter, is your perspective so much greater,
knowing I'm a blink away from the Creator?
By the grace of the Savior, I wait for your return,
when these eerie ashes will leap from your urn.
A gust of icy air blasts
the cold into my bones,
tugging at my knees with
hollow, aspirating groans,
making numb my cheeks,
whirling 'round my waist;
pulling at me thither-ward
down cobbled streets in haste.
Thick snowflakes lightly flurry
soft upon my lashes,
squinting hard, I blink away
the blinding, frozen ashes.
Presently, I chance upon
a steepled, stony schloss,
whence I knew myself beyond
the bounds of Hotzestrasse.
All around me, strangers rush
to unfamiliar places;
swiftly stepping, spinning past
with stern, impatient faces.
I sidle down a sleepy street,
apart the harried crowd,
into the quiet entrance
of a quaint café I bowed.
A corner cuckoo ticks away
the time with listless ease,
whiling away the morning;
an anxious spirit to appease.
Rich and steamy mochas
warm away the frosty chill
of this melancholy trav'ler
reflecting on the wintry still.
Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes,
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and grip for berries tree to tree.
Canada Geese are easy, they lead off down the lane leaving residue,
Widgeons have green stripes and gold stripes, one American
the other European, and they’re all mumbling our family phew-do
they didn’t burn the kid, they can’t keep the house clean, drugs…
Blink away the cold wind tears. Forget all that, only remember
Shovelers have the long low profile and the long bill from studies
in New Zealand, like a deep breath, we set aside work, unlimber
spy the race of killdeer away from their guarding territory in gravel.
Our boss didn’t try to replace us, he ducked out to a new job
leaving the crime ringing in our ears like the police car roaring past.
Head down, we tunnel under the high way finding the dunk and bob
of mergansers and their hallowed or red heads,
remarking differences when the sudden scream of honking
mallards flee up river. Caught off guard, we wonder did we cause
all this pain? The rise and dunk flying goldfinch happily chirping
cling to the thistle, their favorite waste near the waste water
ponds where all the Black River water flows for cleaning
spilling into the nesting lower stages of the tertiary treatment.
That’s all this is, treatment for the shock wave week riding
current events on our shoulders, almost like the red-tailed hawk
that screams and skims our head, rising up to the setting sun
turning the sky purple and pink and bruised. That’s when wood
ducks skim into view, our breath captured and then steaming undone
but soon the heavens offer confirmation, blue angels
with their huge oversized wings soar in pairs down as gift.
We hold each other then, let screams silence, detail enriched.
She Cries
Cynthia Garcia
Wet Cold tears begin to flood her eyes
Only a blink away from showing her soul
Only a blink away from showing her mine
I don’t know what to do
My chest tightens with overwhelming uncertainty
This feeling this stranger to my will corrupts my strength
I steer my emotions like driving on ice
I don’t know what to do
Alien emotions synchronized pride
A battle between my heart and my mind
This thing this wet rip tide
It spins a web somewhere inside
I don’t know what to do
Yes I love you too
I’m sorry I get stuck
When I see you cry
This isn’t what I do
I killed this vessel a thousand days ago to stay alive
I had to
she speaks a language I cannot understand
A sacred tongue I once knew
When she starts sweating hearts blood onto her face
I clam I tuck my tail and run
I don’t know what to do
Some call it demons grip I call it strength
This feeling I cant run from wont stop chasing
She says it makes her stay
She calls it love and cries anyway
Bats her eyes and lets them fall
Like Heavens stars in nights’ Armageddon
She calls it love and cries anyway
I don’t know what to do
Yes I love you too.
Why
Why do we bleed so much in vein
I knew a group of ladies once, yes, I knew them quite well.
Let me tell you, they had some serious stories to tell.
No one spoke of them c’ept in between these four walls.
Because we didn’t have to worry about people listening in the halls.
Yep, these gals were some of the strongest, and smartest I’ve known.
It’s hard to believe that any unkind act to these women was shown.
Through the months that have passed truth comes out and feelings mount.
My heart is broken with each reluctant and teary account.
All of us held captive with each passing word,
disbelief in the fact of how familiar twas you just heard.
Someone else has thought and felt my very things?
Excited but also guilty of the joy that this brings.
So we settle back down taking deep breaths and sighs
And try to blink away the tears that sneaked up in our eyes.
Yes, these four wall hold secrets and tales of despair
But somehow with each other it’s become easier “out there”.
We are closer than close, a trust you’ll not seen anywhere
And each of us so different with our own kind of flare.
Through all of this we’ve come to know each other so well
I know all of us feel that….without our little group, life would be HELL.
2/2017
Penelope Alecknavage nee perskin whose death aye assay
to comprehend, this son of the late Harriet Harris -
November thirteenth 2016 marked her eighty first birthday
if she still lived these last eleven years - instead met crossway
where grim reaper awaited - though my mum sought to delay
futility to accept Pyrrhic outcome - homage pep rally
thru poetry n essay
writing, and finding cadence of words
helps me (with powder milk biscuits)
gather courageous foray
and means to grapple with demise
of a loved one, and hence my gray
matter sifts thru childhoods' end,
where remembrance of hooray
amidst claque of chattering aunts, cousins, and uncles
the fuzzy interplay
of Penny racing at dog speed across lawn of family home
cordoned off via a jackstay
looms in forefront of my mind,
vulnerable to grief most people sad - me, oh kay,
reckons cessation of life = equalizer of sorts
when significant person without breath doth lay
Tom foolery deft hands of motley crue prestidigitation
playing game versus sobbing as corpse
driven to graveside viz motorway,
where belief at such stark catastrophe - nay
numbness pervades next of kin survivors
especially when passing occurs pre-holiday,
yet no matter whence one departs
bobbing along River Styx to unreachable quay
mourning iz broken with nary sunny and Cher full ray
to warm earth, wind and fire - seeking soul asylum,
trying to blink away ill logic cheap trick re: acceptance,
but inxs of tears for fears begs scene 2b screenplay
not hard rocking coldplay accursed reality
terminal illness ushers helplessness cuz part of ourselves
agonizingly rent asunder, which psychic tearaway
far exceeds any physical pain, and will underlay
the immediate future, which bodes hollow
with the sounds of silence
despite informing musicians or veejay
to lighten moody blue -
boot invariably bono fide, green day,
Lady gaga emitting beat,
per the human league (plus the culture club
of heart felt village people affiliated with goo goo doll
traversing into nirvana)
creates clangorous discordant ringing
increasing nostalgia for loved one lost before yesterday!
I am not sure I feel pain anymore
Perhaps it is the numbness in my soul
Stricken by the frailty of my heart
That has mercilessly been an object
Of exhibition from dry bones
Perhaps it is the gruesome discord
Between reality and my will to accept
That failure is not only for the faint
That it is also a subject of vicious patterns
That slowly engulfs a vivacious mind
Like the early stages of a malignant tumor
Saints wonder why my heart never bleeds
Perhaps no blood runs in my veins anymore
Only the colorless liquid from morning dew
That hugs my skin with fresh new dawn
Yes perhaps the hope of yesterday
Will be my rhythm for a new tomorrow
Perhaps the epilepsy in my life will pass
Yes, it will disappear like a fleeting dream
Friends ask why I don’t cry anymore
I tell them it is not the stiffness of my heart
But the pain beyond endurance in my soul
A pain so excruciating it can handle no tear
Perhaps I must live so others can live beyond
Perhaps I must fight that others may win the battle
Perhaps I must catch a glimpse of glory bright
Perhaps I must blink away the restless winds
That others may settle in the bliss of heavenly truth
Heavens asked why I pray no more
Perhaps my life can no longer be a museum of eternity
Yet at the same time be manipulated
By short circuits of shame and outright rejection
Perhaps the bullets of abrupt loss
Have left too any holes in my life
Perhaps my heavenly possession is more abstract
Perhaps I am not sure what to tell daddy anymore
Perhaps tomorrow will be a better day
And perhaps tomorrow will never come
Perhaps I will wake up one morning
And all this will be but just another dream
They all ask why I am always smiling
Perhaps it’s the little girl in me
That never lost her innocence and simplicity
Perhaps it is the little voice in me
That always wants to sing jingle bells for Christmas
Perhaps it’s the little faith in me
That still wants to see the promise of heaven
Perhaps I am still waiting for the best of times
Perhaps I am the best of times
Wildfire season - I inhale, and choke
On fiery air, try to blink away haze
But all the sunlight is full of smoke
Drizzling embers fall in a burning dose
Like stealthy predators, they come too close
Swallowing the land in a scarlet blaze
Leaving us homeless and broke
(this is a repost from a poem of mine from 2018 - I reposted it because the county in Oregon where I live is currently under a level 2 evacuation, which means 'be ready to leave on a moment's notice' - my niece and her family already evacuated. So this is more resonant to me today then when I first wrote it~)
Blink My Tears
Between a tear and a hope my shadow
searches for answers to my dreams
as your heart pulls at my strings.
As you Know my every thought.
A swallowed cry escapes my lips
As I serenader my heart to yours
Rubies of tears leak before my eyes.
As I blink away my tears I give you
all my trust, As galaxies and stars
could never keep us apart.
As you know my every thought.
Our hearts brought us together
to unite as one until were token
to the stars.
Our love is forever and I believe you
know this from the bottom of your
heart, We can not see the future
But our father knows who we are.
As he knows our every thought.
Copyright©2009Sherri M.
i only wanted a try
or two, but i did three, four,
five and more…
until my thoughts,
body, and soul were trapped
by the x and y of desire
i wandered alone
in the dreary glen, where cold and
tears were a blink away…
i only wanted a try
or two and promised myself
i’d not taste again, but
i hardly said
goodbye, adieu, ciao to a drug-crazed life,
until one day i read
the headline: teen died, dancing
in the tune of devil’s harp
Smile is my essence
Many remark as serene
Hides painful fears
Thus blink away my tears
Self dignity my precious