Best Hold Close Poems
Darkness brings the shadows
Of places I have been
Memories loom in corners
Rattling in the wind
Sometimes whispers haunt me
Never letting go
Race across the star shine
Answers left unknown
Reaching blindly through the night
Someone to hold close
Only to find vapors
Drifting down like tears
Shadows never listen
'Till the morning light
Then I'll follow sunrise
Far into my mind
Then I'll follow sunrise
Far into my mind
02/09/13
© All Rights Reserved
Blood Red Moon
Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.
In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.
At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar.
Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.
My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.
The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears.
I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy.
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
Hold on to your gift of poetry,
Even though a poem might not be a POTD!
Hold on to your poem, it simply shines!
Even though commments at times be very few.
Comments do not make a poem…..it is you!
Hold close, those poets who are forever true…
Hold on to God, you are his precious creation!
Even when friends leave you on permanent vacations.
Hold on to your truth, for your unique poetic vision.
You carry within you, words with a spiritual mission!!
1/20/2023
Blood Red Moon
Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their
Mesmerized and unsuspecting victims who are held at bay.
In such silence burdens prowl inside deep sad heartbeats
As ghastly living shadows creep eerily in and knot the
Tortured guts of a twisted scared bloodless life falling
Under the dark macabre gaze of the Blood Red Moon.
At night uncanny black magic spells are intoned in the
Old Latin scripture as large spider webs cast a gloomy
Presence and envelope now all those trapped by them as
The misted breath bleeding hearts howl to Heaven’s roar.
Standing upon a rugged and lonely mountain crossroad
There can be no release from the devilish glare of the
Vaunted “Blood Red Moon” whose evil presence pervades
Every breath you take and casts a demonic derisive stare.
My senses are now frozen in place as a deep chill shakes
My soul to the very core of its primordial existence as I
React to the cutting cold of a dawning maleficent darkness
Invading every corner and space of my psyche and existence.
The wicked jaws of a rabid beast seek now to bite and rip
All beauty from me and all thoughts I hold close and dear
As I gasp now for life and painfully feel my tired heartbeat
Slow as my immortal soul numbs and cries crocodile tears.
I’m cursed now to walk alone forever as my spilled remains
Are cut now and my ties of human existence have disappeared
Putting me on the ground on all fours as I ponder my ultimate
Fate in the hands of a supernatural force beyond any mercy.
As the shadow of Lucifer’s Blood Red Moon passes over my
Tortured face I spy a look at one demonic siren prompting me
Now to follow her as my body is placed on a sacrificial alter
And my life ebbs away as I’m kissed by spirits of the damned!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem
Copyright © All Rights Reserved – October 11, 2015
(Narrative Quatrain)
And now, it's here- that day, austere,
when from your lives, I leave with drear,
these words I share with love- sincere,
for you, my lifetime, to revere.
Dear husband, try to persevere-
our hearts stay joined by Cupid's spear.
Hold close our memories, with cheer;
embrace, with love, each yesteryear.
My children, these last words appear
with strength; my love for you, right here
and from Beyond, remains, premiere;
I, part of you- shan't disappear.
Grandchildren five, how I endear
your special love- from far or near.
Through me, you came, another tier;
remember me- your pioneer.
Safeguard my paintings, for it's clear
they are my talent's souvenir.
What you can't keep, then volunteer
to nursing homes for atmosphere.
My poetry, please read, adhere
how love for words did engineer
some beauty, wisdom that may steer
your thoughts to form a peaceful sphere.
And, now I go- please have no fear;
from up above Earth's stratosphere,
where angels glide with wings so sheer-
I'll love you from Beyond's Frontier.
Your Love
Your love...
Makes me love you more
Your love is what I truly adore
Your love...
Cast a spell upon me
Love me now,
Set me free!
Your love...
I hold close to my heart,
Please don't ever let me depart
I knew it was true love
Right from the start
Your love...
Set me on fire,
Because baby it's you,
My one true desire
Beloved
Close thine eyes, come wistful sleep,
I take thy blessed hand In mine.
Memories of night, thy Soul shalt keep,
of Lover's moon and stars that shine.
On balcony this moonlit night,
thy glory, shalt I hold close to me.
Thy wondrous eyes, that shine so bright,
into mine Soul of Love they see.
As I look on thy temple fair,
on the living sun, that Is thy face.
Before me, beauty is standing there,
a woman's beauty, an Angelic face.
A silver light upon us shines,
as thy face, I cup with my hands.
Tonight, blessed Love Is yours and mines
as before us, Love's dream stands
Upon thy lips, Love's kiss I place,
the sweet divine now stands before me.
Here on earth, this Is Heaven's space,
happy In the moonlight with thee.
Here In praise, mine heart doth sing,
in Love's triumph, Passion doth spring
Now, let our Loving hearts take wing,
let us both share the Love we bring.
We stand on a balcony of Love,
put your hands so gently Into mine.
Come, join with me, In the stars above,
where both our Loving hearts shall shine.
Beloved
Close thine eyes, come wistful sleep,
I take thy blessed hand In mine.
Memories of night, thy Soul shalt keep,
of Lover's moon and stars that shine
Tell me of hope for the world is sad enough
Without my complaint to make it more tough;
Find new faces to give the heart cheer
And hold close all those who are most dear;
For earth knows the perpetual drain
Of persistant sorrow and unceasing pain.
Tell me of faith, for the world's better without
Your dreams of folly and melancholy doubt;
If you trust in God and not in yourself
And will be able to put your doubts on a shelf
To give peace of mind so faith can come
Then no one will mind if your mouth is dumb.
Let's speak of health, this sad endless tale
Of human troubles that are boring and stale.
You cannot win or profit or please
By harping on the dischord of stubborn disease;
Say you feel fine, the world is good to you
And before you know, it will all come true.
Youth
I remember you well
The happiness and the perfection
A lifetime in which to dwell
No worries to block my path
Playing make believe with my dolls
Unaware of the passage of time and age
Oblivious to hate and cruelty
Happy and content with my thoughts
No nightmares to disturb my peace
Teddy bear pressed to my cheek
Friends to laugh with
A Mom and Dad to hold close
Boyfriends that came and went
A long life ahead
A career, love, marriage, children
No rock left unturned
Elder
Do I know this reflection
This woman who bears my name
Where did the little girl of yesterday go
And the woman that was me
She only resides inside nowadays
My hair has lost its sparkle
My cheeks are hollow and pale
Eyes that are too dark and empty
My beauty has faded away
Many deaths have left me alone
Nightmares rock me to sleep
In the dark I weep
I fear the end and wish it also
The pain of old age pulses in my bones
Dear God, take me home
Death
I lay beneath the green earth
In peace I dwell
Here I watch the changing sky
The rain drenches me
The snow is beautiful as it lays upon me
The sun soothes my bones
The cool earth wraps me in her arms
Filigree clouds drift by dreamily
I listen to the wind in the trees
I hear the voices weep above me
I gather each falling tear
Death is not such a terrible place
I want to say to those above
The youth of yesterday was fleeting
My elder years were long and painful
And only death has loved me well
Now I reside in Paradise
My only regret are things left unfinished
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June 21, 2013
Poetry/Free Verse/Unfinished
Copyright Protected, ID 16-487-491-21
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Submitted to the contest, 100 in a Row #2
sponsor, Poet Destroyer, Judged 2013
Sixth Place
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Written for the contest,
Talking To Yourself, Judged 2013
First Place
Cherish The Moments
Cherish the moments that life has to give
For you to remember as long as you live
Memories are all that shall ever remain
Of moments of life you can never regain
Children, your family, friends that you knew
May grow up or away and bid you adieu
Nothing’s forever…not written in stone
The past is behind you, the future...unknown
Capture today...take THIS moment…NOW
This may be all the fates will allow
Hold close to your heart those moments of love
And cherish them all…as a gift from above.
Copyright©2003 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)
As if to bless with daylights warm embrace
You come to me, my love, in hallowed grace
This softness held as purest pleasures speak
Tis of such treasured grail my heart doth seek
Brushed by strokes of love, one's eyes dare behold
Of palette's mingled dreams pray hopes lay told
To rise in hues that must truly speak of thee
From such artist's gifts, desire wouldst surely see
This thirst will not be quenched absent your taste
Nor for less this moment misspend or waste
With willing arms hold close so true this heart
Yet less one soul should bade us ere to part
Take this my love in tribute due
No more than that I ask of you
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10/25/2016
Lonesome on the beat and path;
I am lonesome on the Beat way.
On the Road with Jack Kerouac
and having a lunch naked with William S. Burroughs,
while listing to Allen Ginsberg
telling us how he saw the minds of his generation
go with madness.
The red heads and the brunettes
lost all their ways
as they go down on one-another.
Women in white lingerie
killed as the boys in blue jeans
kill each other with laughter and foolish jokes.
Agree with me,
if you may;
and paraphrase if you would, please do,
to see if I have gone mad,
or just talking outside of the box.
I walk alone, lonesome with books of dead poets,
trying to become my own person,
losing that war to me, myself and I.
Hold close to me, but don't stare into my eyes,
for you'll fall madly in love with me,
or grow mad yourself
and feel my pain.
Beauty is something we see
with individual eyes,
deep within our soul,resides
attraction,waiting ,asleep
yet longing to be aroused;
Our need to be recognised,
a desire to recognise,
reciprocate and hold close
subtle scents,inherent and
so universally held;
A certain something unique,
intercourses between eyes,
a novel read by a glance
in seconds,might last a lifetime
indelibly imprints,love;
Only time,can reveal
imperfections of conceit,
when ego retreats and
aborts the frail foetus in
pools of recrimination.
My angel sit beside me I can see you in my sight
You walk with me I feel your warmth like overwhelming light
I hear your breath against mine I smell your scent
I walk my path with a knowing your strength is now mine
Love you taught me right from wrong you explained
The first rule is to smile it takes your soul to a great domain
I see you run and play in my dreams
Hiding behind the curtains I see your vision
Oh angel of mine you guide through
An embrace from you I hold close
Like the roses that bloom their is beauty in mind of you
A time ago I held you close time ago I held your hand
A forever kiss placed upon your lips
Will last forever a love that is so strong noone can complete
To have you now would make all of me complete even in my sleep
I would give all the diamonds to pay for just one more moment
I can never fill my heart full as there is a hole that does nt hide
It is always there I carry that with every beat from my heart
A thought comes to mind and its you an honesty of all
I love, I will always love ,My Angel .....
A missing part of me that just does nt die
Tears keep hitting my cheek the pain does not subside
That is true love between my angel and I....
Some memories we have are good,
Some memories we have are bad,
Some memories make us happy,
Some memories make us sad.
Memories of loved one's who have already passed,
there are one's we will always remember,
and some that will never last.
Some memories we will dwell on and will rock us to the core,
Some may never come out from behind that locked door.
Memories can be dear and you hold close to your heart,
while others will consume you and tear you apart.
Some memories will make you strong,
Some memories will make you weak,
Some memories you have to hide,
Some memories you have to seek.
Never lose the key to your locked door of memories.
April 30,2013