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A gentle tickle belies the sadness
as the corner of my eye swells and my vision blurs.
The beauty and the joy fading from my mind,
the "what was" and "what could be"
but longing memories and lost dreams,
like fading shadows, of a wasted life,
and all that is left is the loneliness.
Lying alone lost in somber reverie,
the welling in my eye inches ever closer
to flooding past the impenetrable fortress
created by my, now, tightly shut lids,
the specters of my past slowly filling my unseeing eyes
with visions of all of the special moments
and the caring caresses that we once shared.
My lashes quiver and moisten as I breathe in deeply.
The words of love we breathlessly whispered
now only wisps of meaningless expiration
hidden among icy, broken emotional shards,
a million pieces of sharp frozen feelings
piercing so deeply inside of me, freezing what remains
of you in the deep crevices of my broken heart.
The tingle sharpens as the dam breaks,
one forlorn drop escaping slowly down my cheek,
meandering, lost, in the creases of my aged face.
I reach up to wipe it away, but can't
for everything I am, everything that is me,
everything that we were and could ever be,
I've set adrift inside of that tiny, tickling, forsaken tear.
06/19/2017
Dark dull dawn
Sunset sad silhouette
After you’re gone
Pricking pain persists
Grief getting gross
You, still in dreams exist
Lonely long life
Sinking Spirit Subsists
Where, respite lies
Cold clear water lapped
against the tall green grass
from lakes filled with bass
and red and black robins
stand splashing their backs
Among green waving ferns
lying on the sandy bottoms
As mists gently tiptoe through
on silent feet in early Autumn
Bright yellow dandelions
and white daffodils dot the wilds,
as fragrances of wild rose drifts across the fields
Puffy white clouds hurry by in reply
A shiny red apple hangs alone in the sky
Three girls lay white in the sand
And snow lands gently on feet and hands
Brushed by the wind it wanders thru the night
And each one arrives clean and bright
Red ripe strawberries snuggle against bright green nests
While lazy white rabbits and big black owls rest
Orange and gold leaves float serenely by
Tracing patterns in the fading twilight
And still three girls lay white in the sand
I cannot get you off my mind,
along with how much I want to die.
When i was young, i dreamed of your heart,
to touch your hand, and create a new start.
Our date was short, i understand it now,
but it was your look, for i thought "WOW".
I trembled inside, that day that we met,
to look in your eyes, was so heaven sent.
Of all the moments, in sharing our life,
i wanted you more, to be my wife.
As we were together, our hearts grew as one,
you wanted a family, and said it was fun.
I want you to know, the gift you are,
its being a mother, the best gift thus far.
Border collies
highly intelligent-sometimes
two edged sword
I walk the street.
The street of The American Nightmare.
The moon is gone, no stars shine tonight.
The smog and ash are too thick.
The homeless gather to stay warm in their alleys.
Among them lie broken bottles, broken boxes's,
broken boards, broken dreams, broken lives.
The sidewalk is cold cracked concrete.
The gutters are filled with filth and the tears of many.
The streetlights are dim and tilt and sway,
like the minds of politicians.
The houses hold within them the hearts of the,
hopeless and the helpless.
The Market sells the Grand Illusion of the,
Capitalist.
The park is empty and forgotten,
like the wallet of the common American.
Yet, still I walk.
I am not afraid!
[May 1, 2013 S. Staples St. - This poem turned the tide of my life for the better]
Death stood by the road side
and swung his hand to get a ride
Many stopped by, but was never favored
And some came, but he never entered
When the road sirened my coming,
he rushed and placed a checkpoint at the middle;
my body became the car he rushed to enter at last
And eyes, his whistle for a clearer sight
He then control the steering of my body
Straight to his packing log: the grave...
Like an owl waiting for the night,
am here wishing for the sound of the trumpet.
Poet:
©Cheto
Haiku, ABBA
dear ABBA I hum
the Holy Spirit lingers
a rest in my soul
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(c) sally Young eslinger 1/15/2021
Thanks be to God
Insufficient, I was.
Her eye's lament.
Avoided as if struck,
Match on last draft,
Liquid flare,
Dripping color,
I Aphrodite friend,
Gave standard statements,
To mortal tears,
Pebbled by stoic quite.
Unfit, this Frankeinstine,
On Iceberg adrift,
black water in motion,
A commute sail,
Cornrow sea,
peppered sweet,
with sunshine daughters.
Then comes Achillies,
(I rumbled low next),
Wanting to force,
His eyes to her face,
"This is wander because"
Then to all brothers.
Quite protective, for
MY "shelly" sisters,
Granted taken,
Poetry there wake,
My always companions.
From defeated lips
you bleed raw emotions
they tumble from lips of palled pink
Words that flow but eventually sink.
Eyes of solace and somber some cold
You wish for mercy upon your soul
Slowly and gradually you bury your knees into the dirt
Holding your empty heart out in your hand
blood covering your shirt...
Bury your soul deep
heap on the dirt
Scream in joy and dance in crazy array
Plunge your hands upward out of the cold dirt
Palms to the sky!
Oh, hold me at bay.
In a failed attempt to delay.
We talk all the time.... I trust her
I know she in control, cause that's what she is used to....
If it makes her happy I'll do....
I wish she'll let go and open up....
I know its hard to do after what she's been through....
Man the way i feel we could make stars fall from the sky....
I think things would change when we meet eye to eye....
Just a week ago I was thugged out.....
But what ever she did brought the soft side out of me....
I hate that.....
But I love her.......
I can always count on her to tell the truth.....
They say the truth hurts.....
Her personality is my band-aid......
I see, hear, and feel her pain even where I cant explain it.....
Friends now, but God holds the future......
My prayer is that she is in God's hands.........
For K.M.W.
As a river flows into the sun, may a spirit flow
Its appalling morality, the divisions it has created
The mind knows without it sacred
We take life in your painting us
Even drawing out of oblivion fades
Assures incessant sorrow
Tied in a single garment of destiny
Disobedience to the messenger, an undertone form
Deepest place in our soul
If only I had wings like a dove
Lift up the stone, and you will find me anew
He utters a vote, the terrain moves
I know death
it lives in my chest
I know life
it lives in my head
giving me beautiful visions
that my chest won't let me
feel
I know death
it lives in my chest
I know life
it lives in my head
torn between desire
and numbness
I coexist
forever the Gemini
It happened again,
all my hoping, all my praying
all my crying, did nothing for me,
It changed nothing,
it helped to think
that maybe something,
would be different this time
but it wasn't,
It always ends this way,
it will never change
something's wrong,
and nothing's right
I constant hear,
of others happiness
and pure bliss,
I can't stand it
because for me,
it's only pure misery
How can I bring myself,
to be happy
over someone's gain,
and my lost
The answer is,
I can't
if I did, I would be lying,
to myself and to them
How can I be close,
to the closest of me
when what we share,
is not the same
and my hearts in so much pain,
and I fear it will never change
The very thought,
that it's happening
to so many other people,
and not me, is what kills me
So many women,
carrying blessings
everlasting gifts,
ones they can treasure forever
I would give my all,
to have a chance to carry my miracle
my blessing, my gift from god,
a child of mine
My body has failed me deeply,
or did I fail my body
have I done something wrong,
I look back,
to all the months that I lost
and come to a conclusion,
it was all my fault
I'm all alone,
to what I feel inside
nobody ever sees,
the tears I cry
I know I'm not alone,
to all the pain
that goes around,
but in my heart I feel
the worlds ENTIRELY left out...
(March 1999)
lost my baby last year
hoping for a miracle.