Best Solaced Poems
These eyes have often been solaced
by twilight's cotton candy pllows moving silently
towards a sky's velveteen blanket
and angels'silver gowns
By gazing over hills
to where old country church bells
and crickets play harmonious sounds
These eyes have often been solaced
by honey coloured shadows
pouring moonlight zest
across the rose plum of my cheek
By little antique lamplights
which illuminate my soul 's dark cobbled street
By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand
By tides washing out corals to a distant land
These eyes have often been solaced by your return
to this vacant room inside my heart
By the hush hushed whisper of your voice
By the embrace of your arms
By the way you love me
By the way you need me
By the way you want me
Like an autumn bonfire
before next sunrise'dew fall
By the way you lean on me
Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythms gently sway.
Take my hand.Let me take you places that you do not know about
I will shower you with magic and treasures yet unfound.
I will not promise you butterflies on the next early dawn
but we'll walk through paths, where you feel solaced
by one look into these eyes with an unfading glow.
I will not promise you sunsets reflecting on my face
but you'd feel last crimson-embers within my warm embrace.
Take my hand.Let me take you places where life is young and free
All dark forests, I will paint with colours, in a world for you and me
Listen with your heart to the music that I play
It belongs to ethereal voices of the wind and of the rain.
It belongs to mendearing rivers that will lead you far away
Let my song be your dream giver as oars rhythyms gently sway.
I revisit this realm where your actions cannot,
Will not,
Stifle my nascence
Never enough,
Never enough
Forward,
I tear away my onion skin
Embattled by a loathing humanity
I throw solaced emotions
Upon rusted turnstiles
Spinning round,
Right round,
Round,
Right round
But, you wouldn’t call me baby.
Good.
Because I was told
That it is better to be hated for who I am,
Then loved for who I am not
So, hate me.
HATE ME!
HATE ME!
Forever…
…always.
Lunge at me with your preconceived notions
Of why I mean(t) the world to you
Open your arms of Fort Knox and
Tell me why I WILL NOT ASCEND
Upon your generic wings
Made of Atheist smiles
Because,
If you don’t believe in anything,
Why
Oh why,
Would you believe in me?
©D.J.E. -11/19/2015
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These eyes have often been solaced by purple hues of twilight dust
moving silently over my life ,Sprinkling pure bliss from an edgeless painter's sky
These eyes have been solaced by gazing over cedar scented hills
By soft lulling sounds of water from rustic Tuscan mills
These eyes have been solaced by Composing stars that waltz in silver gowns
above old village 's church bells , and crickets 'harmonic sounds
These eyes have been solaced by honey nutmegged shadows
poured from luna' s tangy crest across my rose blushed cheek
By little antique lamp lights , which illuminate my soul's dark cobbled street
By winds carrying sea-salts to unwalked settling sand
By tides washing out corals from a distant land
These eyes have often been solaced by his return
to this vacant room inside my heart
By the calling of his arms that held me from the start
These eyes have been solaced by the way he loves me , by the way he needs me
by the way he fades away,Like the last bonfire before an early rain
By the way He stirs old embers inside each burning flame
By the way He leaves , by the way He turns, to lean on me again.
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
drifting afar from sheltered shores
From solaced paths of wide-spread sands
where all my waters have become yours
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
rising up high beyond the line
Burnt orange line where half moon rests
between hushed ocean and twilight sky
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
anchored in thoughts with no return
I 'll keep on rolling keep getting distant
from blissful moments which we once shared.
I'll keep escaping a thousand butterflies
that swiftly flutter in rocky caves
I'll keep remembering smiles on lost laugh- lines
where sea-spumes kissed your upturned face
I am the tide a ceaseless tide
You are the sandman who walks out late
I watched you standing by the blue light-house
drawing two hearts without a name
I saw you gazing into the distance
I wondered if you're setting sails...
to a horizon without an hourglass
where your arms sink in my embrace
These eyes have often been solaced by twilight's cotton candy pillows
moving silently towards a sky's velveteen blanket and angels'silver gowns
By gazing over hills to where old country church bells
and crickets play harmonious sounds.
These eyes have often been solaced by honey coloured shadows
pouring moonlight zest across the rose-plum of my cheek
By little antique lamplights which illuminate my soul's dark cobbled street.
By winds carrying sea-salts to a fragrant golden sand
By tides washing out corals to a distant land.
These eyes have often been solaced by your return
to this vacant room inside my heart
By the hush-hushed whisper of your voice
By the embrace of your arms.
By the way you love me...
By the way you need me...
By the way you want me...
Like an autumn bonfire
before next dawning dew fall
By the way you lean on me.
Do I fly into another day without you?
With wings of a luminescent swan,
I swoop towards heavenly certainties
Holding each verse your breaths create
On our virgin parchment
Do I dream another dream for serendipity’s touch?
A touch against crevices’ misunderstanding
Stroking forgiveness under lips of a luxurious whisper
Where are your thoughts?
Where are your memories of yesterday’s certainty?
Do I ascend towards sacrifices’ downfall with weighted inhales?
Hoping each moment our paired hands cross,
Will not become downplayed uprisings
My solaced smile urges for your tunnel vision.
…
Because new sunrise’s pertinent grin has yet to be unwrapped!
Yet, they say tomorrows’ hidden asterisk
Is not guaranteed
But, this love,
THIS LOVE,
Is for today
Unwrapped
For you
Endlessly
©Drake J. Eszes
As the sun slips silently over the horizon
my eyes rise up to the heavens
higher than the tallest oak
beyond the smirking moon and
past the sparkling stars showering the sky.
I beg of you, I beg of you to tell me
tell me what lies ahead
will this solaced heart be loved
will the stars align once more
please tell me what is in store
A falling star tumbles from the sky
and I wish
I wish upon that star so bright
I wish for her to hold me tight
I wish and I wonder
I wonder when and I wonder if
If her heart beats like mine
If she wants to hold me til the end of time
I question and I wonder and I ponder
in the shadow of the great vast sky
Will she tell me what's deep inside
or will she run and hide?
the day awakes, beautiful morn,
the sun risen, a unique dawn
it's yellow rays, in earthly space
does cast on me, it's newest grace,
it reflects, shines, from east to west,
it's hands feel all, eyes see the rest,
what beauty seen by my two eyes?
that helps me more, to be alive.
always ignored and neglected-
by mindless men and those unfed.
yet it still shines, and all the more,
kindles the earth, at every dawn,
so beautifully, too beautifully!
daily miracle, so heavenly.
earth's source of life, celestial light,
the pauper's hope, the bourgeois' guide.
all things solaced, in it's mild rays,
thus waits the night, and crave for day.
beacon of hope! sweet light above!
what thing would be without your love?
/here comes the sun contest/
8/2/2014
These eyes seek you
between here and there
In that place where
lonely hearts beat one to one.
They seek you
beyond that thin fine line
where the burnt orange of fire
meets the silver-edge of the ocean
Where its heat impregnates
the dormant tide with
a spell-binding mirage.
These eyes seek you
between two mocking worlds
where strong monsoons
blow away each falling star.
They seek you through infinite distance
where the smell of salt-spray
fills night's misty air
and where the scent of musky roses
blooms throughout the year.
They seek you across silhouetted sails
against a glowing moon.
These eyes,these noisettes eyes
move like last shadows of sea-gulls
Soaring high in darkest of places
Fearless,on the verge of nothingness.
They seek,they search,they roam
They roam across the sky-line
which separates our paths
Our deserts and waters
Our lands and Our hands
But not our dreams.
Our dreams will not be taken
Of dreams We are belongers
And it is there where I live
It is there where I would not exist
It is there where these eyes
will often be solaced
by the comfort of your arms.
Regardless of THE LONELY HOURS it must have sat IN SHADOWS EMPTY and
BANISHED since 1864, the CHAIR OF DESPAIR CONTEST(ed) is not LOST IN THE
PAST. It has evolved into GRANDPA’S PRAYER CHAIR even though it was nearly
FORGOTTEN amongst the BIRTH AND DEATH(s) of the family’s history. This is a CHAIR
NOT FOR SIT-DOWN TYPE because it isn’t plush, comfy or frequently used. Its’ true
DISCOVERY is seeing AN AGING PAGE of family dreams where you can
SIT WITH MEMORIES and be SOLACED by this CHAIR IN A SHADOWED ROOM.
To say NOTHING HAPPENED HERE only applies to events BEFORE THE SHAKERS SEAT
was in place. THE CHAIR has become the fabric of the family mosaic, fulfilling its’
destiny as A MUSEUM PEACE for all who have vision and are willing to see.
This narrative was inspired by poets’ winning titles in the “Chair in Shadowed Room”
contest. JT
Saturated with fish fry smells, Bar-B-Cue smoke,
rodeo dust and sounds of deep water blues,
with teasing frothing lace spread on the shore,
Gulf Coast birth breeze blew winds
in sails to Caribbean Sea, Blue Mountain
berries, banana walk yam hills,
And coconut rain drops tapping reggae beats
on zinc roof tops on cool verandah nights,
in herb scented air, curling roast breadfruit smoke.
The tarrying there tested the soul,
matured the spirit, fulfilled long tried
attainments of deferred dreams; then
the sea recruited its journeyman again.
Pacific Coast pleaded an adopted native son home. Home
to new sea shore sands dusted in smog self negation
of urbane destruction and self nullification of community,
caught in the veiled nightmare—lurking in the promise land.
Hence, lessons learned from a gospel tower that never knew a church,
yet gave life-lived sermons that put homiletics to shame, crucifying
pipe-dream pie-in-the-sky nuances on the crosses of realities.
Atlantic waves, undulating like rhythmic buttocks, frothed
a scent of magnetism greater than the tightening hold of gravity,
attracting an uneasy soul, searching spiritual solaced sands; only
to discover that the seas all share the same shored design: Yes.
Same shared sorrowful savage slave story! Different sea: same sand.
Now awaits Guinea Coast sunsets and Cape of Good Hope
cul-de-sac early morning sunrises; then on to the sands of heaven.
Regrets are for those who fail to chase their dreams to realities.
The Past, Our Ancestors Gifted Us As Our Future
There are no words we know, fragrant and green,
Wherewith to show how welcome you have been.
You solaced us with many a song-caress,
O' marvelous was your music's loveliness.
You have called back from the unknown
Lost hours our hearts would fain have held our own.
In your souls life's echoes rang as sweet
As silver bowls dream-children gently beat.
Laughter of harvest lighting and the glee
Of tingly frosty nights ran joyously.
Among our shadowed memories, when you
Revealed the gladness we are born unto.
There are no words swiftly luminous
As those white birds your joy released to us.
Such gifts you bought and freely bade us share
As kings have sought and found not anywhere.
No day will end, all of your days that be
Some far off friend will not have memory.
How you guide us from a dreary road
Into a wide and wonderful abode.
No close will come to any bitter night
But someone will live again delight.
Roused at golden touch of gracious hands
That weave in swallow-flight their myriad strands.
Praiseworthiness our children shall attain
May be no less the fruit of some rich strain.
That once was yours and gladly lingered on,
As love endures, long after you were gone.
So dear ones, fare you well, and nobly well
Beyond the rare things silence has to tell.
12-24-2015
Poem written about this past year and my thoughts as to
what my children ,grandchildren and great-grandchildren will
remember of me. As I remember that of my grandparents and
my ancestors.
Love of my family and my ancestry has made me glad to be alive.
For in all the world riches and times, I would choose no other!
Why summon me so soon?
Undone is one or the other drill
There’s unfinished job’s platoon
I’ave not been through the mill
I’ave not met my heart’s demand
There’re desolate hearts to be solaced
I haven’t fulfilled His Command
There are demons brazenfaced
There are tears to be wiped of faces
Devils of inequity and lust to be slain
Those are devouring human races
Someone must rise for evil to contain
Streets experiencing carnage
Brutality, fanaticism, suicide bombing
And human souls in bondage
Cheatings, deceits and swindling
The seeds of love that are sown
Are still waiting to sprout
The flowers of goodwill grown
Are for water wailing out
Grant me time O healer of pains
Let me do some of the undone
Lest God on my return complains
I’m an unwanted, unworthy son
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Seasonal sensational Love
These lovely eyes bracing the glimpse of Trees, Mountain,
And Rain in parallel, Falling in its pioneeringly expressive ways!!
Clutching my attention, Serene beauty stickered on my Heart,
Tantalizing with the rhythm of jazzy shake,
Rain pounded against my window!!
Ringing bells lighted the inner peace,
Mountains dwelled with the green nature band,
Paced off those lovely yards,
The garden green snippet filled my soul with the refreshed air!!
The sun rising across the bay,
Inter tranquillity fluorescenced my soul.
Praising vociferously with the theme of attitude towards life,
Around the globe wanted to face the Life's fate.
Ruby red sun tinged through the west,
Water falling through the Cleavage of the mountains!!
Rainbow flashing against my eyes like a mist in heavenly arcade.
Thumping night life on the bustling island amazed me!!
The white cotton sky,
Plugged in with vivid spectrum in depth!!
Immersed in deep ruby eyes of her,
Neither the constraints of latitude and longitude,
Just bouncing the sunshine forever!!
Bracing with rose gold moon in its arms with the twilighting stars,
Perked up with full of energy!!
Rejuvenated with full joy,
The strength of spark instigated my feelings towards you!!
Harmonious accord establishing the ceasefire,
By showering rain to melt the temperature of boiling sun!!
Opening the switches of my heart,
Stimulating the senses,
You will find desire of Love towards you!!
Melancholy rain, Cinerous sky,
Blazing eyes, Peasant walkaway!!
Just can’t forget You Honey,
Life has quite often solaced my eyes,
Glow of cotton rubbing socket of vision throughout years!!
Your eyes,
I love you baby!!
Your smile,
I like that way You come and cheers my heart blazing my soul!!
Baby just come in my life cleansing my broken heart,
Baby you come back please!!
And then only you will find the peck on the cheek!!
Staring in my direction,
You attracted me again, occupying the vacant space of my heart!!
Come again, please heal my heart!!