Best Lightless Poems
~Woody Wood From the Hood~
Deep, inside yourself, you walk a sour way of life,
Carving my name, on every tree with a hunting knife
You log in, then log out
A Birdman So Fickle, he Stinks of doubt!
Blind today, bald tomorrow,
Big Bird, will be your only friend
I can't seem to forget the day, you shed your final skin
Revealing a darker snake, than the one in my garden
Leaving the word betrayal, up to the imagination
Trust not the fool, who thinks his halo is heaven sent
Using a fake ballpoint pen dietary supplement
Thinning out his wings, and losing the symbolic meaning
Aging in a way, that spreads crows feet from top to bottom
Sapsucker revolving yellow as if it was always autumn
Pecking Hard Wood, MR Pecker of all woodpeckers
Forgetting who's the real Home-wrecker
Your dragging pants are no bother, Mr Woodpecker!
I've gotten used to the tree talking and your creative vision
Let's just say, "Gangster to Gangster, I gave you a mission."
Keep rapping and tapping the same old street sign,
Woodstock, on demand, crap out the peanut punch
Whatever suits you for breakfast and lunch
Don't forget dinner's also about me
Go ahead!
Peck away with deception, reveal your sullen evil feathers
A disease urine Birdman, doing it snoopy style
A flightless, lightless liar, nothing about him's worthwhile
Keep manipulating the weak, whatever turns you on
I'm not ready to shoot you down with my shotgun
~SKAT~
TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE SUN
We watched horrified, awe-struck for hours while the sun died
Slowly, shorn of long golden locks, suffocated by the oncoming moon-rock.
Samson, blinded. His eyes bitten out - nothing left -
Devoured, destroyed : then completely consumed as he died in silence,
In his Stygian cave, as he gave up the ghost, as he left us alone.
Shadow of moon like a hunter’s pitch cloak encroached with vulture speed .
Birds, even the skylark, silenced, harking in their stark branches
For the inky wings of the angel of death, coming - not to Ramases - to us.
Bleak mark in the east dark: coming fast - it was upon us even as we asked
What is it? Grey through miles of mist, then raven-darker, as it closed on us,
Swooped us into its black veil, sunless, lightless, lifeless - where no bird sings,
And our breath stopped, held, unnoticed: and we, bereft, waited in mourning.
Till the sun -Samson- with re-grown bright hair poured out behind the moon,
Miraculously rose from the dead, pushed the black cave-stone into oblivion
And pierced a hole in the veil, burning that hole infinitely, gloriously,
And we were restored to life in the smile of heaven.
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Note:
A total solar eclipse is an unforgettable sight. This poem is about such an
eclipse which I saw in Weyburn, Saskatchewan i n 1977. One cannot help
being struck by the loss of the sun in the daytime. Birds and animals also react
strangely. I recommend anyone to try to see a total solar eclipse if it is
possible. A partial solar eclipse, or a lunar eclipse, are not remotely as
spectacular as a total solar eclipse.
When we were nine
and yearning, outcasted
I did not understand the bruised
nature of your soul. Perhaps I
do not understand even now.
I remember
how I criticized you for the way
you sang "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star"
in your warbling baby voice
also how you were the only one
who ever acknowledged me.
I remember
how you lived with grandparents, aunts
instead of your methhead parents.
Your blonde hair. Your ugly clothes.
Freckles and a cheap brand of romanticism.
A picture of you and me, sixteen:
I remember
you used to say, "Call me Puff"
to all the dangerous boys; we once
crowded on a dirty mattress with four
other people passing bong for weed,
pipe for that toxic crystal Devil of
devils. I remember
you fed me cigarettes, cherry tomatoes
from your grandfather's garden.
A lightless smoky room full
of young and lonesome prisoners
of perpetuated misguided soul-searching--
I remember
how we savored our shared pain
like something holy. Godhead of
black magic and the violation
of innocence.
Today I
am torn of that chrysalis,
and I think sometimes of your soul
left there to stagnate
in the dark. Christina
I don't know how to say
any of this to you,
but when I remember how
you fed me cherry tomatoes
I think of your grandfather
finding you out, you were feeding
meth to your young teenaged sister
so she wouldn't care if your
boyfriend and all his friends
f***ed her.
I remember
feeling so much love for you (sister?)
when now your name compels in me
nothing but disgust--this disgust
which bruises my soul, Christina...
I never wanted to feel this.
Eternal Best Friend Forever
Eternal, everlasting, enduring one God without end
Joins me in jubilant jumping up worship jubilee
Spirit sends a scented sunrise of newborn surprises in songs
Miracles made manifest in majestic melodies
Healer when regret harnesses my hobbled heart,
When I lose luminosity in lightless valleys of shame,
Arms opened wide to the abiding, the ageless anthem;
Best friend forever – I feast on flowing fountains of forgiveness
Gracious gift of grace granted to gyrating inspiration
Sweet sanctuary of sleepy serenades ‘neath slumberless stars
Pictures of hearts pirouette in my praise - parading through my pen;
My constant companion, creator, close colleague of comfort
Pensive I ponder your playfulness – knowing my pleas pledge a peace poem;
Savior of my soiled spirit, of sinners and saints – lover of my soul
My thankfulness throbs – tingling thrill - twirling into my thanksgiving
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I lost my mind
somewhere
between the seconds ticking
God left
and the devil punched in
Stray winds
dark and long
blew coldly on my paper sails
as
things I thought I knew
sank away
down into lightless fathoms
And when
in answer to my begging letters
a bashful dawn bled in
I made her promises
that somewhere
deep within
I knew
I’d only go and break
Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.
Rebirth
Grey ghostly clarions
Swiftly travel
To the east of darkling day
Riding on a dirge wind
Blowing harsh
Over waters that reflect
The fading dawn
When they turn to blood red,
Glowing crimson,
As they color the vast and swirling grey
Trumpeting to the earth,
With light retreating,
The call of night
Where black and twisting tree limbs
Stretch
Into the clarion sky
To grasp at daylight fleeing
While through their naked
Leafless fingers
Arias of monotones
Rise up on whistling winds
As unbelieving earth implores
The gloom descending,
With feeble lights,
Be gone!
Then wait beneath the clarion shadows
Entombed in sleep –
Still as death, chilled and numb –
For the morning star to spread
Like warm fingers
Across the ghostly clarions
Turning them into the daystar’s turquoise pearl,
Telling lightless earth
“Arise!”
See life reborn in light!
centered within mind caverns
constant lightless deep
echos reverberate
into end times
of all my existence
I live for one moment
where crack of light,
that is that Light,
will illuminate me
to light a trail
that leads me out
to a place where
darkness has gone to sleep
and within that beautiful
bright golden, nestling space
I find myself embraced
by all that can be explained
as I cross, wide eyed,
the boulevard laid
for new glorious sights
as I tread upon, step-by-step,
the cobblestone Way
until I come to the end
that becomes the beginning
The cold seeps in as fingers shake
The twilight comes and lights forsake
A star so distant, chill and fair
Resplendent beauty shining there
A silent creeping evil dwells
Within the long-abandoned dells
Of dark and lonely midnight halls
A wayward heart the secret calls
An iron taste is on the wind
The trees will break before they bend
The embers glow, and flick’ring die
As darkness claims the cunning lie
If life and love are legends here
Then lightless queens will rule with fear
The screams ring silent in the dark
Without an audience to hark
~Afraid With No Light~
When I was careless not to withdraw & decided to stay
laying on my back with a low vision today
I got so lonely watching the stars fade away
& the rising moon took no time to stay
to shed a light upon my window bay.
Abruptly the wind blew my spirit away
during that lightless night of May.
Here Is Where The Wind Blew My Spirit & Soul Away.
Thats when I screamed let me die or cry
let me sleep so deep not to feel I need
to kneel like a slave to feel safe
for just a brink of a light
to not disappear out of sight.
Afraid I am with no light tonight
thats when my wisdom flew out of sight.
Abruptly the wind stole my soul away
during that lightless night of May
leaving my body lifeless with no delay.
Anyone, Help Me.
Therese Bacha
17/5/2013
Contest; Gail Boyle.......Where the wind blows
Brighter than a fall bonfire, but with the chill of ice,
the Winter sun haloes the gray and barren woodland,
throbbing, almost hesitant, with a fluorescent pulse,
brazen in its unrelenting descent, it clings--
to the horizon.
How it hurt my eyes.
Thin skinned, the lids tinge orange, the white of sol merging:
trunks, boughs, branches, twigs, welt the dusk--
rouging the line between, blooding the virgin night.
Pricked, the brain pulses in tune, unable to look away.
How it hurt my mind.
Splayed fingers block, the sharpened spears of screaming fright.
The Winter sun, indexed, palmed, scratches, the face of I.
Within a lightless room a pall hides blue veins, near comatose,
brazen: the light, the light-- I sigh, until shades and stars arrive.
How life and death both hurt.
art by JulieG350
First Published by Dual Coast Magazine Issue 1 - 2014
Try to open your third eye
Sharp your sixth sense
You can clearly see
This earth is still passing through ice-age.
People would say
This summer was the hottest ever!
If you’d inquire, you must see
The sun is now heatless
Not able to melt the deposited ice
Of this helpless earth.
Who knows when these fossils would get back
Their lives, how ?
Who knows, after stepping up how many stairs
Life would take the shape of human ?
Who can predict the exact moment
When this civilization would reach
At the zenith position of the square
In the lightless sky
When would this indolent sun
Burn the impurities of million hearts ?
Oh! The belated winter is unbearable
Fear in my body
Impotence in my flesh
I’m collecting my bones
To set fire and burn my soul.
One day ashes of my body would be deposited
Under the igneous rock
To irrupt as a Volcano.
Christmas tree full of lights
What is the problem with your center?
darkness, darkness just like nights
starless, lightless tree center
unholy curses escape, unholy lips
murderous thoughts enter
branches remove and assemble tips
try and connect an electrical
circuit, help, help light the eclipse
unoriginal, typical, abnormal deal!!
The spark ignited and threatened the paper
The corners curled and burned black
ablaze in reds
It left behind the black ashes
Of regret
It closed into the center
The trail of uncontrollable
Disaster
The smoke obscured reality
And left the surroundings in a lightless poisonous cloud
Choking on the only air there was left
Until it was devoured all alone
Pleasant and retreating are the bird tones
That gives melodies to the day
Each tone recites a thought of a lost voice
A voice that once descended like a jeweled waterfall
Upon the breathless silence of the soul
If only you knew
The star coins may fall just as the rains do
And even as lovers take their last breath to sleep
Mingled in each others warm silence
Your love reflection still flickers like the dew
Within the halls of my heart
So passionate like a Spanish dream
A lingering kiss goodnight
If only you knew
How empty my dreams have become
And how lightless my heart would beat
And even as my heart drift away into destruction
I bare that one special memory of you
I feel your touch, and the warmth of your smile like the moon
Your voice beckons me closer, though you're distant like the stars
If only you knew.
How much my soul would love you
By every eager breath, by every falling tear
Even as you cling to another distant and sure
My heart burns for you like a fulgent flame
If only you knew
A thousand poems for you I wrote
And a thousand letters of our dreams
And as the night turns dim and the day grows old
I dream of you just as lovers do
Though you're far away
If only you knew.