Best Lonesome Poems
For where is the love that I seek,
My soul searches deeper still…
Hearts hibernating in mystique,
I surrender to its wavering will…
Looking up to sapphire skies,
May it rain pearls of passion…
Tears that fall from elusive eyes,
Are saved as reminiscent ration…
May I find your love in galaxies gold,
Your sculptural smile behind the veil…
Marooned to your mesmerizing mold
Lost at sea to your sequestered sail…
Can lonesome love eternally exist,
Where kept kisses are forever missed.
Dec.31.2019
2019 best sonnet
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In the darkness of the night,
with the beautiful stars above.
There's a lonesome Whippoorwill.
Calling out for his Dear love.
Crooning songs he sadly sings.
Wishing she comes back to him.
Memories of her by his side.
Pained his heart way deep inside.
Each night he wonders why?
She doesn't answer or replies!
Minutes turned into hours,
there's no response!
"Oh please Dear Love answer
me, just once!"
"Oh, where my Darling are you
tonight? I've been searching for
you day and night!"
His little heart can't take much
more! It is she who he adores.
Evenings drag on as he still
waits. Time will tell his coming
fate.
He called out one last time.
His last thoughts were of her,
on his mind.
While he looked for her. He did
not know. His precious love,
another Whippoorwill stole. His
precious love, another Whippoorwill
stole.
Sadly on that tragic day, from a
broken heart he passed away..
From a broken heart he passed
away.
There's a little nest that is tucked
away. Where his heartache ended,
and now he lays.
Later on his love returned. Saw
him laying still, and began to mourn!
Her cries were heard throughout
the night and in her grieving heart
he now resides.
Each day and night she sang to him,
and hoped to God, He was listening.
In the darkness of the night, she
breathed out one last sigh, and
forever closed her eyes.
She found herself on Angels wings,
and heard calls for her, singing.
She quickly flew to him in Love, to
start their new beginning.
If you listen closely and the night is still.
Up in the Heavens you can still hear,
the loving calls, of two Whippoorwills.
Maria Williams and Husband Ron
will put these Lyrics to a Music
Video. I will ask her to Post it on
Maria's Poetry Soup site where
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the one's who turn Lyrics into
Magical musical amazing
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Poetic Rythms. Her latest Video
Serenity, From Fall to Freedom,
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I was by a cozy little brook
Where the lonesome poets lay
As I gazed into every nook
For the thoughts there on display
Looking into the water
My eyes began to see a shine
Wondering how many glances it took
For me to see something so sublime
Twas a reflection of a cloud
With the sunlight shining through
Sort of an angelic shroud
With a beauty that was so true
Sunlight shineing from its heart
As it hovered over head
Wishing for it never to part
Slowly the clouds began to spread
Though I will never forget that day
By the lonesome poets brook
With the beauty of the angel on display
Being the only one given a look
Danny Boy:2-14-13
The Ballad of H2O (International Version)
He reached his boiling point at one hundred degrees.
When he dropped to zero, he would freeze.
Everything he did, he did just like he oughter,
(in Centigrade) - that's water!
The Ballad of H2O (US Version)
Arriving at two-twelve Fahrenheit,
his roiling bubbles gave steaming flight,
but descending South to thirty-two,
he froze in his tracks. What could he do?
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.
Sometimes I just want to give a war cry to the sky
Disappear and leave all this behind
When feeling down and suppressed,
I just want to run until I'm out of breathe
This thing lives inside of me
It claws from within until I begin to bleed
A lost soul with a cold stroll,
Walks through my consciousness gaping hole
I ask myself, who I am..
My answer is as vague as a ghost pirate searching for land
I struggle from within,
And sometimes I just can't win
I plug my ears and try to flush my thoughts with Ektomorf
Only temporarily, does it calm the thing, that wolf
Sometimes I can't hide the beast that wants to be free
It compels me to hunt for what it seems a eternity
Sometimes with words I cannot express..
How to cope with my growing loneliness
But I will endure,
Because sometimes life's a mess
And I fear the beast within will never be caressed..
But such is the way
Of this thing within,
The lonesome wolf
Crying to the moon, with a solitary howl
There is an awe in the soul
When travelling across the desert’s night.
Silence except for the rhythmic roll,
Signs that light and go dark with the flight.
Stars brilliant, saucer-sized
Against the darkest blue,
Still apprehension in the loneliness
Of desert’s nightly hue.
Saguaro cacti’s moon-lit silhouettes
As sentries standing guard,
A dome of tiny city lights,
So very far, so very far.
Sand hill shadows concealing
Sleeping crawling creatures unseen,
A white stripe seemingly to nowhere,
Fading into where it has been.
And a father sings to pass the time,
“Look down, look down,”
That lonesome road,
Before you travel on…”
“Look up, look up,
And meet your Maker
‘Fore Gabriel blows his horn.”
And a little child sleeps
Across the back seat
And remembers.
I
tread a
lonesome path,
as heartache beats
in haunting echoes,
searching for solitude.
As the world retreats from view,
sorrows increase when you're unseen.
I've become a ghost on distant shores.
Moonlight my last trusted confidant,
stars a mentor on silent nights.
I hear wayward winds whisper,
unspoken soothing rhythms,
but vibes feel barren,
bare and broken.
A sole soul,
lost in
time.
I know I am a man
and I fnacy young women here and there,
but I have a big heart,
and I care for wasted things.
Today I had seen a lonesome dress,
hanging on a green wire,
asserted by two clothes pines.
I sat there for an hour looking, and studying this dress.
This lonesome dress, took my heart and demolished it.
Who owned this beautiful dress?
Who wore this glouruous piece of fabric?
Who would leave this dress hanging by two clothes pines?
Did they foget about it?
Unlikely for it was too beautiful to leave behind.
Or did they just not want it anymore?
Unlikely also, for it was too beautiful to give up.
A beautiful silk it was made of,
with a pattern of cream and black colors mixing.
A flower pattern littered the dress with a pattern of delicious delight.
A beautiful dress it was.
It was so beautiful, that I was sadden it did not have a home.
I took the dress and asked around.
No one knew of the dress.
I felt sad that this dress did not have an owner.
Did not have a beautiful woman to go along with.
I soon thought about my wife.
It was our anniversary and I had no money to buy a present.
For I had asked every single soul out there,
No one came to collect it.
I offered too take it and give the lonesome dress an owner.
I wrapped it up in a white box, and tied a pretty, red bow to it.
On our anniversary I gave the dress to my wife.
She opened it and fell in love.
We kissed and made love that night.
In my mind, I thought no more of the lonesome dress,
For now it had a home.
Oh, venerable mask on high!
You have replaced, my God, so do come nigh.
Of hand-sanitizers do I religiously sing.
No church, no God, I adore social distancing!
I will make wrong, all who wear no mask!
Label them as idiots or freaks ~is my latest task.
The government is my Higher Power now.
I have no time for you God, so take your leave and bow.
I gleefully forgot you already know the day I will die.
So media fear colors my rivulet of days, like sixties tie-dye.
Maybe I will trust you when this is over?
I doubt it though, since I let science and government
I adore, even more than my dog, Rover!
April 14, 2020
11am PST
Bare Faced Cheek
I’m a night wanderer of streets
Once was picked up by the police
Thinking I was a sneaky thief
The truth is that I just don’t sleep
I pleaded down upon my knee
Eventually was set free.
They could not put me in a cell
Because I'd said that I wasn't well
So I saunter o’er lonesome road
I’ll do a streak if feeling bold
I love to hear the ladies shriek
Once they have sneaked a crafty peek.
I stroll where’re streets are dark
Because my face is badly marked
The misses she'd throw things at me
Said that we two weren't meant to be
But she always aimed at my face
Now I look an utter disgrace.
Should you conceive that I am mad
No I’m not, just awfully sad
There’s no way I can face the day
Wouldn’t have it any other way
I saunter along lonesome streets
Because I have the bare faced cheek.
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25th September 2022
He was a lonesome cowboy, with boots of fine-tooled hide,
His quarter horse a stallion, his trusty faithful ride,
Each evening when the sunset and the doggies settled down,
He made a pot of coffee and laid his poor head down
He'd think about the morning, the cattle drive so hard, and
How the dust and devil’s heat, would steal his dried up heart,
And if you saw him coming, you’d know him from the start,
He’d be the lonesome cowboy, laid on coffin’s cart
Young girls screaming and yelling
High-heeled shoes
A man arriving at the scene
Nylon stockings with seam
Short skirts and thin blouses
Bright red lipstick
The music flows
He takes the microphone
Crying and screaming more
He takes some hip movements
Young girls swoon
"Are You Lonesome Tonight?"
Elvis Presley ... has arrived the stage
01.06.2013
A-L Andresen :)
Just two lonesome doves lost in a field full of grain
if one flies one way the other will be lost in the wind
oh, but how those doves wanted to be free but were so scared
holding onto each other until the bitter end
Just a little longer they thought, and we will be okay
no one cared what happened to them in those days
when one cried out the other one fell to the ground
it seemed no one could see what their needs truly were
So they thought it best to relocate them to a better place
have you ever seen doves cry as they hold onto a strange life
their hearts still beat the same, but now they knew what lonesome meant
and night after night they untucked their weary heads looking to the stars
Two lonesome doves dreamed of how things should be
softly they cooed the others name alone in the dark
oh, but the price of the cost to be free was ever-so great
don't ever think one doesn't share the pain the other feels
That field full of grain felt like nothing without the one that they loved
lonesome dove coos go out each night praying the other will fly to them
lost in the wind they have to be, doves have a forever kind of love
until that day, we all watch the tragedy when two doves cry
Inspired by:
Ray Lamontagne Let it be me Lyrics
Oh no she is in her mp3, help us Lord! lol
I'm tired of fishing for truth,
and catching only,
Worm eaten boots
And plastic flim-flam,
of egotistical minds,
This river is polluted!
With a million fallen dreams,
And spineless fish,
That cannot see,
So I raise a glass
To the strangers.
To the outsiders.
Who swim in isolation.
In deeper darker waters.