Best Letters Poems
I wrote a letter
With teardrops from my heart
I walk the streets of Antoinette
My mind dances with Baudelaire
Love flutters as the pigeon’s wings on statues
I see them, so close and feel the emptiness
Like the cold stone upon which their wings rest
My wine glass is empty
Then full
Then empty
My veins are red like bloodshot eyes
I am tired
Confessions made
I cried
As I walk across the bridge of god
Over the seine
Notre dame stares back, am I insane?
Have I been alone all this time?
Perdu, in time, perdu inside my wine
Hidden words and lost letters
You shall never see
Tossed thoughts in salad dressings
Away away as the river decides to run
I look back inside black and white photos
How did I become this way
How did I become the stray?
Fallen spirit, burning heart
Completely and utterly torn apart
I stare at the Eiffel tower
A mighty spear, that pierces me
Into the million lovers of gay Paris
Angels weep, pain flows
The blood of time, the blood that becomes the wine
The pain, inside of me
For all the lost letters
Mother and father never did see
Dear Carolyn:
Another letter from another tour
In this place in the sand they call Helmand
This will be my last, for you can be sure
To never look back on these Afghan lands
Dear James:
It's been so long since I've felt your embrace
Studied the constellations through your eyes
Found joy in the manly features of your face
Or recovered from our last sad goodbyes
Dear Carolyn:
Another two lost, one was my best friend
Before it's me, I pray my leave is soon
My heart is crying out, my hopes descend
Is tomorrow my day, in deathly strewn
Dear James:
I've been praying so hard; surely you're safe
The son I carry will have his Dad's smile
I don't think God would orphan our young waif
You must walk through our door in a short while
Dear Carolyn:
The joy in your letter, mother to be
Me a father, soon to be homeward bound
Grow with my kin in the land of the free
To thrive in peace on American ground
Dear James:
I think our boy will be a football star
Perhaps he’s sending a message to Dad
Like Peyton and Eli he’s thrusting hard
To have you and him here, I’ll be so glad
Dear Carolyn:
As James was preparing to say goodbye
Boarding the chopper to take him your way
Enemy aircraft dropped bombs from the sky
I regret to say this was James’ last day
Commanding Officer Brannigan
U.S. Armed Forces, Afghanistan
4 letters can describe us all
Sane, Slim, True, Tall
ironic and solemn
Your 4 letters Will change
Love. Hate.
Here. Gone.
simplistic and short
yet complex and infinite
Baby to Wife
Wife to Mama
This is Your
Four lettered Word
pasted within Your incredulous Mind
Your 4 letters.
even you Will Hide.
****. Spic. Tard. Twit.
oh no! no, no one can Know.
Hide. Hide. Hide.
no one Shall Know my Most
precious Word
ridiculed and cursed
ashamed and misunderstood
Hide From Your True Self
Hide From That
Four lettered Word
in the end our 4 letters Will all be the Same
no one can escape From This
villainous Word
It lingers the longest
seared swiftly on the Soul
This
Foul Four lettered Word
cursed Upon us all
is
Dead.
You get to a point where
you can’t read them anymore
and consider yourself a grown-up.
But it wasn’t until I was fifty-two
that I threw them away.
How long could they hide
in a high school brief case
next to a box of sweaters
in the attic?
So…into the Dumpster Doodle-Doo
they went: her Wuthering epistles,
and my Heathcliff’s angst
Risen to the “beep beep beep”
of a trash trawler’s chaw.
By then she was a preacher’s wife
in Pennsylvania, and I was running
Manufacturing trades for a defense
plant in Rhode Island,
a job for which I was
wholly unsuited
They were two new skins
for the both of us
only one of which
had been redeemed.
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I found poems in my heart all written for you
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beneath the veils
of darkened nights
i write to you
in invisible ink
love letters
from my heart
concealed thoughts
trace every edge
of your existence
i arch my letters
like the curves
of backs
in shadows
on the wall
erasing
the distance
between us
by connecting
the stars
we shine
in the brilliance
of the moon
become
the whispers
carried
in the wind
the breathless sighs
before the hush
of dreams
by morning's rise
we fade out
with the letters
of my heart
unseen
WHEN LETTERS DANCE ON THE PAGE
“Disappear,” I said.
They denied.
Didn’t the Casanova at the theatre
Return my ravishing smile last night?
The burgundy magic on greys!
Ironed with botoxed shots
The dry asparagus turns glossy;
Ready for the salad?
Midriffs declining, disappearing -
Decelerating; the passion of aping
A teenager for a climacteric but works.
The dried raisins, falling leaves
And the faded chrysanthemums-
Augmented, tucked in, liposuctioned.
The one who was being stared at,
Loses it all ; the pretence withers,
The efforts in vain.
I loved them the most
But they now scare me-
The letters diffusing, hyperopic.
Behind the lens, the zombies
Make me close my eyes- the mirror
Was never so unfriendly.
Progressive, focal, horn-rimmed,
Rimless – nothing works. They just
Simply refuse to go.
At the restaurant, travelator, bus
My glory shrouds as I struggle to
Settle the glass diptych on my nose.
“Disappear,” I say to them.
They deny.
"Soul to The Letters of Love"
Dropped into a body
the vessel is a skeleton key
where waits the other being
holding 3
in its own mind and hands
the Sanskrit Blueprint Plan
the lesson is in the wanting
ripe red apple bleeding juicy pumping
the learning to be free
ephemeral stories look for ephemeral keys
– this is how it has always been
naturally selected skin and bones, ephemeral
the other being a ghost inside
long in tooth forever and ever amen
calls the other ghost Atman,
calls the other ghost Home
plucking Vedic strings,
with lessons in love
grants the sharing of knowledge
receiver immortal sits seeded waiting
a secret discipline
multiple choices
exams in Shaman college
colludes to collaborate with the Sun
through the next portal
granting access to Love
with Letters earned
Divine and substantial
in another realm
Love is given not won
Post-nominal phenomena
Noumenon
thoughts intangible
become sound
in another strange world
Love is read
Love is learned
Love is found
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"Dreamlike"
https://youtu.be/YD1d-1hPuao
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Id,_ego_and_super-ego
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trinity
Soul
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soul
Twin Flame
"Put simply, the purpose of the twin flame relationship is to help us shed away the snakeskin of the ego, face and heal our wounded hearts, and transform into spiritually awakened beings."
https://lonerwolf.com/twin-flame/#h-the-purpose-of-twin-flame-relationships
In the depths of her words I dwell
every inflection and punctuation
accenting upon another emotion
but it's between the lines I rest
not understanding I confess
silent letters gnawing at my brain
maddening and driving me insane
They're out in the open
but hidden beneath
the cadence the dialect
making me a wreck
spell it out for me
I cant stress it enough
simply and slowly
leave out the fluff
Roll away with your r's
and dot those pretty little eyes
whisper sweet harmonies
with a melodic reprise
LETTERS FROM VIETNAM.........Volume One......
November and December...1967/68.......
I drove by your house...several times...In hopes of seeing you......but then I had to go
away....
Dearest Sharon,
I missed your Prom....I had other commitments....
Hemingway...was the very first American causality of WWI...in Italy....a young man. He fell
in love...with his nurse....and his love was not denied....but it was not taken either...
because of the riches of an Italian Duke....she left him....his words did not persuade
her.....as he had prayed.
Jack Riley......Sat in a mud hole....it was still raining.....
He had just called in a Air Strike Mission!. This was going to be close...It had to be.....He
needed time to get to them out..........FUBAR.....!!!!!!
The Jets' screamed down the Valley at dusk!........The first Fighter Jet dived low and
slow.....to draw enemy fire ..hopefully...then the second Fighter Jet would come in.....and
destroy the target.....at my command.....again...hopefully....
Randall Smith.....Vietnam
Form:
when all is a tangle of alphabet
voiceless, unwound and looming
what bits of sky shall we replace
falling into place like forgotten speech
puzzles of the mind
the deepest fragments of blue
cannot be numbered or spoken
they have no number or symbol
but themselves alone
as I am alone approaching
as a stranger approaches
the song too lovely for the dance
and though I as air should speak
passing between your lips
to digest the sun your eyes have given
with the mathematics of stars
I am measureless within you
as time before the heartbeat of clocks
I am a word alone without paper
misspelled
a child's letters on scattered blocks
laid bare and inert
formless as a scribble
These are the five letters you left me with:
So you are leaving, walking away,
Old wounds grate against silence.
Realizing a moment too late, what’re you doing,
Reading through all those beautiful lies,
You never meant what you said.
And, I read them, over and over again
but five small letters never seemed so big.
Dear Sir:
I realize you’ve been busy, so I’m sending a letter of distress
Postmarked today, addressing my quality of living
Since the last time we told our life stories
Sewed the seams between our broken dreams and
Seen the world through the eyes of the needle
Tiny and volitional
Since our foggy self-destruction,
Misplaced priorities and miscommunication
On every lonely person’s face, I see my own
Reflected in the spaces between our parallel lines
That should be meeting at Infinity
Please send me a post card when you get there
I want to know what Love looks like
I keep
Doin’ and doin’ and doin’ my thang
Stacking up that green and
Piling on the makeup between each scene
Stealing hearts and pulverizing them with each time
I blink
You know…
All those honest ways of making a living
Collapse into bed every night only to close my eyes
And be haunted by dark thoughts of you
Urgently and Daftly my pen
Spills raven-hued rivers of devotion
Onto this piece of paper
Hoping to soak into you
Dear Sir,
To get to the heart of my request
Open the ocean to me
The dark sea of your deceit
Drown me deeply in your lies and suffocate me with your
Transparent desperate pleas
Dear Sir, cure me of this loneliness
Charge me of suicide and let me crash into you
Kamikaze Lovers
I understand the risk
I'll take my chances
Openly armed and ready for the world
In those intense brown eyes
Stopping my breath and caving in
To see the world so clearly again
Awaiting your response to my confessions
Sincerely,
Me
Only four simple letter can cause so much pain.
Only four simple letters can cause someone to go insane.
Those four simple letters can set the difference between friends or becoming a
little more passionate.
Those four simple letters can make sex a little bit more intimate.
Saying those four simple letters can make a guy feel like he the one that is so
special to her.
Saying those four simple letters can let a girl kno that she's the woman that he
prefers.
So be very careful when you say that word/
Because it can heal or hurt if seen, helt ot heard.
If you're serious with someone LOVE is what you need to claim.
Because there's no where to run when LOVE is calling yout name.
Form:
Sun Writes Letters
To all the Planets, but None can Read
The Ashes.