Best Unfilled Poems
That place you go between dusk and dawn,,
hiding the child within.
Let it run free only when the door goes closed,
and no one else can see in.
Those people that loved, who made a difference..
cared so much, wanted only what was best
for you in life with no thanks.*
Braver than Superman, Wonder Woman,
and that guy with flags..
that stared down the Chinese tanks...
The ones who make you laugh, hold your hand..
when you just want to be left alone.,
say you can do it when you think you can't,
and hug you when the day turns to ruin.
So you have trust issues? I understand..
can't blame you for that., we all do.
This world makes its bones in bruised hearts,
at the expense of the innocent, gifted, and good.
There's no reason why it happens,
yet somehow we survive and go on.
It must mean something, you and I still..
left on this earth, it just does.
Maybe we're a puzzle piece left unfilled..
waiting for someone to complete us.
You have this time.., it is yours, do with it as you may.
For me it's sitting here writing this poem..
though I wish so much more for you,
and your special someone this day.
I don't have all the answers, or what the future holds.
I would be cautious of anyone that says they do.
To be honest, even some of the questions leave me cold.
So take care they don't take that which makes you, you.
Will they ever accept just who you are..
in a world where anything goes.
Or should you lock all feelings away in a jar..
my dear friend, only heaven knows.
Everybody needs something, every last one of us
wants.., only to live.
I wish you luck in life, good health, and love..
and the chance to get as well as you give.
*Mr. Rogers
Roving a youthful shadowed ebony heaven
as the earth is still on blissful spring night flight.
I fly through and over the enclosing trees,
boughs', and the susurration fluttering leaves.
I emerge to nesting Nightingales
and their cacophony melodious
of unfilled cries , calling me
to come to appease their needs.
Alighting and dripping down
for a short quick kiss to each one.
I woke to a vision of streaked ,wisps
of timeless gray clouds before the morning.
It's not a silent night, stars glitter and wink
in the dark as they look down on me.
Minstrels outside my bedroom window;
the birds were there somewhere
between the treetops and the cloud bottoms.
There will be no sleeping beauty upon these white linens,
as a result of reverberating sounds of those crying cuties.
7/2/2017
Greed
Entitled by birth
So sure of his worth
A spawn of the upper crust seizes
Most any and all
Nay modest or small
His share of whatever he pleases
From a child to a man
The little prince can
Never enjoy what he sees is
His mountain of stuff
Though never enough
Claims his soul while he overseas it.
That quest for the till
That vast want unfilled
Binds the man to the thought that he needs it
The substance he craves
Though his being depraved
Will be free only when he concedes it.
My fractured head, my rough- hewn eyes
Dismembered parts of a dissociated mind
My body severed like Kandinsky’s art.
Spread across a canvas
Corner to sharp corner
Leave no space unfilled
But nothing touches,
Nothing resembles its former self
Yet all pieces can see all others
Contained for now
Within the borders of a frame
But floundering in a cosmos of
A jagged life.
Let all the pieces land.
Ephemeral in the sand
Here today, gone tomorrow,
But no, it seems a sharded edge must cut another slice of day
Bring in a cello, a vase of deathly violets
Obscurise them, nothing can be what it was
From the Old Order must be drawn a New Meaning
Making him your one and only
After his unfilled promises.
Yanking out those treasures of love
Brought out from closet cornices,
Even though he's your turtle dove.
He never had much direction or patience for that matter
Often making the wrong selection because of the latter
He had extremely little respect and did whatever he chose
The important things he'd neglect and from that problems arose
He blew every chance, and tore down everything he did build
In just wanting to dance important matters went unfilled
There was never a change for things always remained the same
In not being able to rearrange he just got used to the shame
But he did learn one thing, one gift he never forgot
The Lord's praises he could sing he just didn't do it a lot
But then he began to, more and more each passing day
Seems his Spirit would renew each time that he would pray
Now. the tears filling up my eyes as I look back on it (all)
Coming to realize there was someone who on me never quit
Paying in full the debt I owe, now you know why each tear
Looking back on it, what I didn't know, was Jesus was always so near
Psalm 73:28
But as for me, the nearness of God is my good;
I have made the Lord GOD my refuge,
That I may tell of all Your works.
Not a wood yet, just sapling trees
with the circle of friends around,
mostly plots still unfilled but here
and there a freshly turned mound.
And it’s here she rests
where she asked to be
under wide open skies
and the shade of a tree.
And it is such a peaceful place,
a pleasant walk
when I visit every week and
just sit and talk.
There is a small herd of deer
that I’ve never ever seen
but by their hoof mark tracks
I can see where they’ve been.
They graze on the roses
cropping them low
but the roses fight back
and in time will grow.
In this pleasant place I sit
and think of my wife,
all the good times together
in our long married life.
I know in my heart her going
was for her a kind of release:
in this not yet wood with the deer
and sapling trees I leave her at peace
I sleep. The hours tick by mercilessly;
unfilled, purposeless, full of potential
"What to do? What to do???" I mutter,
tumbling, like Alice, down the rabbit hole.
My hands push down ballooning petticoats,
careful not to show or touch anything.
I twirl beneath the pile down comforters.
The hours tick by crimson red
and in the dream,
the rose Queen shouts, "Off with HER HEAD!"
An eyebrow is plucked whole from my face.
It falls matted and to the ground leaving me,
brow akimbo, surprised, and horrified.
"What to do? What to do? What to do???"
Half shorn. Half drawn. Half born?
A painter's pallet appears before me.
A brow is drawn… for me.
Yet, the Rose Queen still screams on.
"Off with HER HEAD! Off with HER HEAD!"
"I should have lost a gesture and a pose.
Sometimes these cogitations still amaze
The troubled midnight and the moon's repose."
---"La Figlia Che Pionge"; T.S. Eliot
Que tan dificil es
decir todo lo que siento.
O! This emptiness,
this vacuity,
this unfilled mental space
not admitting place
to what does not pass
our tests of time,
or logic --
no crutches
in opposition to
unembellished fact --
no sweetened fairy tales,
no selfish constructs
to justify
seizing goods or power;
no promises of forever
nor of endless pleasures:
only bare existence --
"being" --
in this unguided,
ultimately purposeless
angst-filled universe.
And, always,
mere inertia, eternal resistance
or accelerating change toward
foreseeable, entirely predictable
end.
Act!
Construct reality!
Live your life.
I'm naked...thirsty
in front of your presence
with no words in my mouth
no wishes, no hopes
nothing to offer.
I'm naked...lost
my heart is empty
and my white clothes
have been removed
and I'm cold and tired.
I'm naked...needy
begging for your compassion
with nothing to hide,
here is the little girl-naked-
do you remember her?
I'm naked-waiting-freezing
where are your wings?
cover me!
where is the water?
give me to drink
I'm naked...unfilled
screaming in silence
-hungry-
where is the bread?
I'm--in your presence--naked.
Cause you to love ……………….. the heart got arrayed
……………. With my tiny hard loves,
Cause the unfilled dreams …………. would get fulfilled
……….. Depressions of my heart were swept.
Cause the spring to come ………… the lazy winter days
…………….. Were lost at my apathy,
Cause the garden flowers …………….. to get full-fledge
………….. The heart was set lit of value.
Cause you to love ………………………… my passions
…………. Hath kept sake at the door to heart,
Cause the blue stars ……………………… to full-fledge
………….. I went counting times in breeze.
Cause the rain to come ………………. cry of the clouds
…………………… Upset the mind,
Cause warmth of the heart ……………….. to full-fledge
…………. I welcomed the auspicious sun-rise.
Case you to love …………… the dew dab white flowers
………….. Were taken up with so care,
Cause brightness of the darkroom ………... to full-fledge
…………. The close door was kept open.
Cause you to come ……………………….… to just love
…………... I was waiting all the time,
Cause my bloody love ………………….… to full-fledge
……….. I drew a decorative quilt in my heart.
The Unwanted Guest
By Kevin Robey
March 24, 2013
He was there, that much was obvious to all
But he was unseen, as blank as the white wall
An unwanted guest, like the rodents that stayed
In the floor boards below, they could show him the way
Long ago he was an honored guest, greeted with fanfare
Now the subject of hushed whispers and lingering stares
He held his glass of red wine that had been left unfilled
His vice grip too tight, the glass was shattered and killed
He could not recall how long he had been here
Maybe a minute, an hour, a day, or even a year
This party it seemed was his eternal damnation
And so close he was to finding his true salvation
He wanted to make a move, and find the open door
But he forgot the way out, or the man he was before
Looking down at his hands, he read between the lines
Telling him where his broken mind and heart aligned
He looked across the room to the friends he once knew
Their blank eyes and stitched on smiles, his despair grew
These weren’t the warm bodied people he used to know
Seems all these years, they wore plastic faces for show
As the sea of lying faces faded into the foggy background
The sobering truth, his life passed him by without a sound
The wrinkles on his face increased by the pain he embraced
How could this be, a boy once so bright now old and disgraced
Held his hands to his face, protection from the impending dark
It’s time to say goodbye, the flame is gone, and so has the spark
He stands in the room now alone; the party has finally come to a close
His face once vibrant and full of life, now crumbling like a dying rose
He falls piece to piece to the cracked and worn marble floor
Black and white like his life was played on a giant chess board
But his queen had long since departed, and he was defeated
The army of darkness closed in, his final act was completed
I tread a boundless earth
The vines rush to adore my feet
Mistress of the rare I am
Up above canopies cover my stead
I tempt the winds, the tide
Even the sun knows not to tame me
Endless is my spirit wild
All around,
My minions look at me with awe
Oh how great they say I could be
Radiant and free
Yet my heart stops - leaps - throbs
Of something now I cannot be
Of something still I must then be
A fire unfelt, a well unfilled
How may then? How will then?
I know not still.
But this I feel
I look at the stars tonight and see
Gleaming diamonds of dwarfish light
Away and unsure but yet
I envy them.
Up there they are nothing compared to me.
They are hundreds while I
In solitude tonight am here
To cry - far away from sight
Beneath the darkness, beneath the bright
Shall I compare thee to the Autumn's breeze
Or to the Summer's gourds where they grow green
Before the spook day's jack-o-lanterns scream
their jagged tooth grins into the dark October night?
Shall I compare thee to the ice tray left unfilled,
Wanting liquid for our drinks to chill?
Perhaps I shall draw a simile
Of the sad setting sun you left with me.
Former lover, you are the Krampus' heavy sack
That sits in wait for the coal so black.
You are the roadkill waiting to decay
With every lie your venomous lips will lay.
And if I were to call you a deep abyss,
It would be a simple fact to miss.
You are the pit from which Hell's fiends are spawned,
And life without you has been a tranquil dawn.
Ten nights abound
With bounties in it
The sincerity of worship
And the submission of a slave
Seeking the mercy of his master.
Ten last nights we crave
Like vigilant watchmen
Yearning for one special night
When the mercy of our Lord
Shall majestically descend on the world.
The last ten nights that abound
The words of our prophet resound
To seek Allah in worship
And seek of Him of His blessings.
The last ten nights of Ramadan
Comes with it a new beginning
And a promise of better days ahead.
Our hearts yearn for this night
In the dark hollows we seek light
And in our silence and pains
We stand firm in obeissance
To our Lord who created man and the Jinns
And the tall mountains looking up at the sky
And the silent seas with fishes
And the wild beasts of the forests.
We shall raise our hands
Testifying to His greatness
We shall come to Him empty
For we know we shall not depart unfilled.
Our Lord His merciful
And to Him is our return.
As the last ten nights abound
Let's seek the night of majesty
To rekindle the flames of worship
And bring to Him our burden loads
And our heavy hearts
Hoping that success shall come our paths
For our resting place
Shall be filled with His grace
In company of the prophet
And of those who strived with him.
The last ten Nights
We pray sleep depart our sights
As we yearn for the booties
To carry on our worldly duties