Best No More Poems
Her trembling twilight
dims with streaking purple tears
bruised by youthful years of bleeding pain
hurting but never hugged—
locked in arms of atmosphere’s apathy
that smeared with fiendish fingers
a contusing plum palette
across any hope in her godforsaken horizon—
this sorrowful songbird
who sings with the shattered purity
of violin strains falling from Heaven
finds her bemoaning musical notes adrift—
lost on breezy deaf days
as she is once again thrown down
from the self-serving skyscape
by the hateful hands of wildcat winds.
In the deep inkwell
of lullaby-less lonely nights
where never a tender nursery rhyme
has ever set her free
are memories scribed of storm-battered days
and weighing heavily on Libra’s scales
are the injustices
of dreams she will never live
nor flights of fancy she will never take
as her sire of solar scorch and temper flare
—a warpath warrior against her springtime
sleeps soundly on a bloated bed
over-stuffed with betrayal and broken promises
while her merciless maternal moon—
distant and cloud covered
does not bother to wander the coal haze
with a lantern’s sharp beam
to cut through stranglehold-folds of darkness
to cast a light upon; to rescue her fractured form—
an angel beckons as breath and beat fade
her guardian as she passes through Earth's shadow
beyond the coldness of mother-moon's umbra
following to where warm sugar-stars soprano sing.
Tonight— a stricken sparrow
folds her fledgling wings never to fly again…
will land or air ever miss her?
Whatever tomorrow may bring,
Today is in my hands,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He'll lead me through time's sands.
Today is in my hands,
I can use it for God's glory,
He'll lead me through time's sands,
He's the writer of my story.
I can use it for God's glory,
Before I turn to dust,
He's the writer of my story,
My Master whom I trust.
Before I turn to dust,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
My Master whom I trust,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
Each grand new day I'll live for Him,
No matter what happens,
His leading Light shall ne'er grow dim,
He's my Rock and Defence.
No matter what happens,
My God has thus far made me sing,
He's my Rock and Defence,
Whatever tomorrow may bring.
06/22/17
#2 to the Motivational Series
Haunt me no more
Your words will haunt me no more
They will not close me in, I will not shut the door
I will not let them tear me down
I will heal from tears, I will not drown
I release the toxins that have plagued me my whole life
I will give you no more power in this ongoing strife
I will take the wrongful blame and toss it in the wind to cease
I will protect my inner being for positive outcome to increase
I know who I am, it is not what my child ears heard you say!
You cannot return me to that dreadful place today!
For I am free…I have found my light, my purposeful way!
Heidi Sands
1/7/19
*Earned Poem of the day 1/8/19
I bequeath to you my poems,
For words are all I own--
May the images of snow and fall
Bring you comfort when alone.
And I will leave you all of it;
The moonlight on the moor--
As well the quiet, leafy wood,
Or a sunbathed distant shore.
And among the rhyme and imagery;
The metaphor, and theme--
You'll read of rose and morning dew,
Of midnight naps, and dream.
And somewhere in between the lines
The fantasy turns real--
So take these words I proffer you,
And touch, and taste, and feel.
Amazing are the things you'll see,
Like the ivy-covered wall--
Or the icy streams of diamond
And the spill of waterfall.
So enchanting is the moonlight,
So too the autumn breeze--
Oh how I'll miss the butterflies
And the stand of ancient trees.
So precious is the lily pond,
The wildflowers too--
Take comfort in the song of rain
And the pansies playful hue.
How amazing is the hummingbird
In uncertain, frenzied flight--
Reminds me of the dawn and eve
As they argue, day or night.
And in the valley of the glen,
Where stands the steeple church--
There remains a knee-high meadow,
And a lovely stand of birch.
So Immerse yourself in wondering,
Set your spirit to the sky--
Behold as children, puffs of cloud;
The bee and butterfly.
And let your palette taste the wind,
Hear the quiet of the snow--
While delighting in the jasmine;
The sweetest scent I know.
Take my words and nurture them,
Kindly revel in my dream--
And keep alive the buttercup,
As well the mountain stream.
May you sleep the night, and linger;
That my dream may carry on--
Give life to every word and thought
Till the images are gone.
May you celebrate the beauty;
May you open every door--
Till the sun is swallowed by the sea,
And my poems are, no more.
~M
While Ma was away, Pa lost Tweety
while pet-sittin’ for his friend Petey.
Then at dinnertime, Ma
said, “I’m so sorry, Pa,
but this bird I found ain’t very meaty!”
Another time, it was a frickin’
frog he lost. While pa was lickin’
his chops over dinner,
Ma beamed, “What a winner!
That frog I found tastes just like chickin.”
Another time “Hillbilly Jake”
Asked Pa to please watch his pet snake.
Ma was out of the loop;
saw that snake and made soup.
It was more than her husband could take. . .
Pa hollered out, “What’s wrong with you?
Every pet I sit ends up as stew!”
“Keep your eye on them critters,
or they’ll end up as fritters.
I’m not here,” Ma said, “runnin’ no zoo.”
I can't remember a time when
My heart trusted any men
Because all those in my past
Made all my trust issues last
From a father not caring
About all the days I'm tearing
Up from the love he never granted
And the tender hugs I wanted
Or a brother who gave me
Love I was too young to see
Was hurtful and very fake
Too much for a kid to take
No one there for protection
From all this wrong and deception
Growing up and getting wise
I learned all the painful lies
Could never leave my heart alone
Every memory they've shown
Me how unfaithful men can be
Leaving my life misery
In a child growing up too fast
Because of the sorrowed past
I was forced to grow up in
Each day I begin again
Picturing how I can not
Keep my world from falling apart
From the flashing nightmares of
The memories of hurtful love
"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
Quote by _Samuel Taylor Coleridge (from his writings)
Mother no more! You're half-orphan! They said.
At just three, I did not know where she went.
With some secret-filled smile I went ahead.
Through grassy, bushy, thorny, paths so bent,
They carried her within coffin coal black...
At just three, I did not know where she went.
While walking through the same way our home back,
I did not know why I did not ask why
They carried her within coffin coal black...
When I first went to my first school nearby,
When my first teacher kissed my hand and cried
I did not know why I did not ask why
I did not cry; my dad's tears never dried.
A feeling, like rough cloudburst, within rushed...
When my first teacher kissed my hand and cried
With growing up when past feelings got hushed.
Mother no more! You're half-orphan! They said.
A feeling, like rough cloudburst, within rushed...
With some secret-filled smile I went ahead.
22 October 2022
Writing Challenge - Past Memories - ''T'' Forms Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France.
Theme: Past Memories
Form: Terzanelle
Drained of opaque innocence
Perfected by your toxicity,
I was laid bare beneath the narcissistic sun,
Searing deep within dehydrated pupils,
Stripping my soul of all humanity,
until your sinister tongue was all I could hear.
Your empty promises clothed these bones;
running was no longer an option,
as hiding became nearly impossible within your shadows.
Voices, eating through my cerebral cortex,
tainted even the demons that resided within my mind.
Minuscule reminders of my life before became particles of dust,
floating through suffocating air,
choking the little oxygen you let me breathe,
until the poison became too much to take.
Falling to my knees, vomiting your vile lies,
my life flashed like motion pictures before my eyes.
A choice was given:
either purge—rip the cursed, stinging nettle from my veins,
or die under your cruelty.
I will not rot for an insignificant monster;
a cleansing is long overdue.
I was lost, I was found, I was hunted, I was downed ,
Heard the screams of the whale when the harpoon has hit
Seen the burned out congregations when the fuses were lit
All the fury in war's faces and we're sick to death of it...
I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse the mind
I have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind
Cry no more, no more, no more.
We've been taken, We've been used, We've been shaken, We''ve been bruised
Felt that look of despair in the infant's eye
At the wrench of departure in the bittersweet goodbye
All this cruelty in mankind just makes me want to fly
I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse the mind
I have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind
Cry no more, no more, no more.
I was blinkered, I was blind to human conduct so unkind
Seen rich lunatics shooting all the birds in the sky
The crating up of dogs sentenced needlessly to die
Drowned babies on some shoreline and we sit and wonder why.
I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse my mind
We have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind
Cry no more, no more, no more.
We can dream we may see better times for you and me
Somewhere warm somewhere loving where we all live happily
In a place where our spirits and joyful hearts run free
And we all pull together for peace, humanity...
I need space, I need time, show some mercy, cleanse my mind
We have to leave all trace of that vile hatred behind
Cry no more, no more, no more.
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SEE AND HEAR ME SING THIS ON
YouTube: Louis Spence. Cry No More. Thank you.
I walk the city streets with heavy feet,
drawn in grave thoughts of all I dare not ask
of kings watching on high with hearts concrete,
and sons who taunt from eyes through steely masks.
Their laws are not the laws of decent men.
These tyrants rule steadfast with ill-intent.
Like Herod’s bloody rule in Bethlehem,
the massacred are fallen innocent.
And when shall I awaken with my voice,
to speak for those who have no voice to tell
of brutal acts and minds without the choice,
to think of life above the depths of hell?
Still, heavy are my feet with soul and heart
as lips in protest slowly start to part.
The lawsuit by StarKist is valid.
Their long time promoter’s new ballad
warns fish to stay clear
of fisherman’s pier,
or end up in somebody’s salad!
Oldie For Carolyn Devonshire's Sea Tales Limericks
Entered Nov 20, 2020 for the 'QUIN-TO your five line' Poetry Contest
He was asleep on his stomach.
His snoring could wake the dead.
She glared at his sleeping back
wanting to push him out of bed.
She covered her ears with a pillow
trying to block out the sound.
An evil thought ran though her head,
"There were no witnesses around".
She crept out to the kitchen
She could have stomped ... he wouldn't hear.
With the largest butcher knife
she returned to her husband dear..
Right between his shoulder blades,
one thrust ... he snored no more.
She gathered the blankets around him
to keep the blood off the white shag floor.
Then the snoring started again.
She let out a startled scream
and sat bolt upright in her bed.
It had all been just a dream.
He was asleep on his stomach.
His snoring could wake the dead.
She stared at his sleeping back
and wanted to punch him in the head.
10/07/2012
Bounded by fear -
Do you still remember that?
When I would build my walls;
I would let no one in
I would look for ways to cut them off
Especially those who got too close
Do you remember when I said?
It was for their own good
In the meantime you knew it was the fear talking
Afraid of the consequences
Feeling that if I let them in,
They might be hit by misfortune
I never thought it would come to this
I never thought the fear would dissipate –
Replaced by faith
Replaced by the knowledge
That everything that happened
Had to happen
In order for me to let go
To stop myself from stifling my growth
I needed to embrace the pain,
Embrace the laughter,
Even the fear of losing loved ones
I needed to let go –
I needed to experience the hurt
I needed to experience the joy
I needed to experience the fear
I needed to fail,
I needed to fall
So I can stand today
Knowing that no matter what happens
My mind,
My body
And
My soul
Is ready to go on –
That fear can be toppled by faith
If I focus on me
Focus on today and not on my past
©142704092013
The Carpenters in their time were defining,
Offered their fans so much more than more,
Uncanny that the words of this song keep returning,
For the brave Ukrainians, a heartfelt encore.
Why does the sun go on shining,
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me anymore?
Why do people keep on sighing, God is all knowing
He is with, and loves each victim on either side,
Because of this war families are dying, HE is hurting,
That one man with ego changed a country’s tide
Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when I lost your love
First thing in the morning and every night
For their peace I am constantly praying,
How cruel to say goodbye to the who must fight,
Husbands, fathers, children or brothers, crying.
I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything is the same as it was
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does
So many widows, soldiers dying every day,
So many orphans from this uncalled slaughter,
Innocents whose lives have suddenly gone array,
I saw a man on the news, cradling his infant daughter.
Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye
Don't they know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye
The Ukrainians must win, no more goodbyes
Not the end of the world, but a new beginning,
For without a shadow of doubt the good guys,
Must live to record history, their pride rimming.
PS Inspired by the song sung by the Carpenters (IN ITALICS) THE END OF THE WORLD
MAMA CRY NO MORE
The most tender I have ever known
The world of never you created
Best example of love a lesson learnt
Mama cry no more
Stranger no more am I to this world
Mama I have learnt its tricks
The hills are lower now, the tunnels are brighter
Mama cry no more
Mama let me dry your tears
I will pop the toaster, crunch the flakes
Spread the marmalade, bubble your bath tub
Mama cry no more
The jet is ready, your ticket at hand
The line will dress you up with the queen’s taste
The fruits of your labour, its time you had the taste
Mama cry no more.