Best Visitation Poems
Backdoor wide open
A cream moon is coming in
Softly, like a dream.
Beyond red sun, pearly rays
in a lazy, lilac night.
Howling wind whimsy
'midst the fantasy flowers
in plum, pink and green.
Silver moon, always welcome
lending silk beauty to night.
Faint barks, evening, wind, and rain
I'm standing outside these gates again
staring at her long twisted cobbled grey
She'll be pleading and crying for me to stay
Teary-eyed,.. as I start to shake
You see, it's my witching mother
Changing eyes, I remember
Each day a day in mid-November
The whiskey called "screams," and her flaking skin
Unrepentant and filled to the neck with gin
she just sat there laughing at my nervous grin
Those vile remarks and the things she'd say
Throughout the evening of every day
"you must stay with me forever, petals
or I will bloody you with this iron kettle."
I cannot push myself through these damn gates
The fear of the,.. known I suppose
those wretched toenails all overgrown
feet that stink of death
Old graveyard graves crooked amber teeth
My dear mother, it's quite clear I resent you so
Why do I still love you, you wicked old crow?
Last night, while you were asleep
resting your tired and sick body
I visited you in my thoughts
and danced with you.
Garden sentinel, carrion he’s stripping
Woolf tail wagging white fangs ripping
Stream-of-consciousness telling, spewing
Dog’s breakfast masticating, chewing
Mourning doves cooing, woo-OO-ing
Backyard cricket legs rubbing, chirping
Hot summer night simmering, squalling
Beginnings long day ending, waning
Winged silhouette floating, rising
Sleepy canine lies dreaming, chasing
The stranger rises--ascending, falling
Moonlight beaming, shadow stalking
Temptress appears emerging, merging
Tip-toeing apprehensively disrobing
Sonnets in Portuguese leather binding
Fanning pages dog eared, Browning
Arm extended reaching, grasping
Reaps a sweet pear salivating
Biting, sucking juices dripping
Raped senses senses raped
Rapture erotica
RESIST SISTER!
Nibble, nibble
Fluids dribble
Fires sizzle
Nero’s fiddle
Plays in-fidelity
Forum stories burning, pages turning
Read on dear, dear read on
Groins churning tongues exploring
Stranger disappearing, stealing
Into the night’s secret pages folding
Apparition’s serpent slithering
Lithe away twisting, vanishing
Eve repenting, dawn rising
Righteous ebbing, malevolent trysting
Hew hay glorious Yahweh
Angels singing, trumpets playing
Sins Original ne’er forgetting, e’er forgiving
Lost haven, Milton’s paradise lost
Rue the stranger, spare Adam’s rib
Lust’s garden grows at night
Whilst gluttonous wolves too tired to bite
Last night Jesus Christ spoke to me.
Last night Jesus Christ appeared to me.
It was the eve of Palm Sunday and I was in bed and could not sleep.
I looked up at my ceiling and I saw Jesus Christ with his arms stretched out.
Kneeling was Mother Mary with her head bowed in reverence.
Jesus Christ was in his full glory and surrounded by the Heaven Host.
I asked Christ to help me to help my family and friends.
But Christ said ‘help the little children’.
As quickly as Christ appeared with Mother Mary.
They also disappeared.
I wondered what the purpose of Jesus Christ visitation to me.
Looking for answers I went to church on Palm Sunday and spoke to Reverend.
Her sermon was on the sacrificed of Jesus Christ and His love for us.
It was then that I came to awareness that I was walking in Christ steps.
Before the service I walked down a hill like Christ descended from Heaven.
I forgave my nephew who hurt me really bad like Christ forgave Judas.
After service I walked back up the hill like Christ ascended into Heaven.
“Blessed are the pure in Heart for they shall see God”.
“Blessed are the merciful for they shall see mercy”.
“Blessed are those who mourn because they will be comforted.”
The Visitation
Said Gorbelung to Gorbeling,
Flying in their spaceship thing,
"Over there is planet Earth,
I wonder what it's really worth."
So travelling at the speed of light,
Which gave their spacedog quite a fright,
And leaving Saturn in the rear,
They came upon the pale blue sphere.
Said Gorbeling to Gorbelung,
When transposed to Earthly tongue,
“Down there is a little man,
Let's communicate if we can.”
Then sliding back a tiny panel
And opening a communication channel,
They beamed a light and hissing sound,
From the spaceship to the ground.
To Arthur on his hands and knees
In his garden planting peas.
Space dog Io gave a yelp,
Thinking perhaps this might help.
Seeing the light from heaven to ground
And startled by the sudden sound
Arthur ran to tell his wife,
“An Alien spoke to me upon my life.”
“What did it say?” his wife remarked,
“It shone a light and then it barked.”
Arthur's wife, who was making soup
Ran to find young Doctor Croup
Who, declaring Arthur quite insane,
Gave him pills that dulled his Brain.
But Gorbelung and Gorbeling,
Flying in their spaceship thing.
Left the Earth for other spheres,
On Journeys taking many years
And on a chart pinned to their door
Wrote: 'EARTH COMMUNICATION POOR'.
Barry Stebbings
17/08/16
One Sunday in church came a bee.
Up my pants leg he sat on my knee.
I jumped from piano,
Tore pants from my torso.
Did striptease, where no one could see!
I used to have a lovely mini-dog
who followed me wherever I would go.
Nobody in my family cared for him,
for only I he loved – that Eskimo!
Into my arms he’d leap when I got home
from having worked. He’d wait beside the door
and know instinctively that I’d be coming.
No other doggie could I have loved more.
It happened that I had to part with him.
My heard was broken, but I’d been assured
a “no-kill” policy protected him,
and always by someone he’d be procured.
A few years later, as I lay asleep,
I woke, and to my great amazement, he
was right there on the bed. I said his name.
Excitedly, my dear dog jumped to me.
I felt him in my arms; I rubbed my face
into his fur; I smelled and felt it too.
He was as soft as I remembered him.
My dream to be with him again came true.
I ended back inside another dream
with my small dog; and here’s what I discerned:
his soul had flown, but right as he had died,
on his way out – to me he had returned!
April 11, 2023
for Unseeking Seeker's A Wisdom Download Poetry Contest
After work,
drinking in a matchbox bar in Shimbashi,
waiting for a sign...
The noren twitches.
A hand appears between the flaps.
An eye assesses the interior,
and is gone.
She rests in sweet repose,
as mourners pass--
some she never even knows.
Her casket is a deep, dark green,
its lining a silken shade,
a softer sheen,
a perfect counterpoint
to her chestnut tresses.
Pale hands rest upon her breast,
framing the emerald of her dress.
She would be truly upset
to see you gazing at her dead--
for it was clear what she had said:
“If you could not visit me
when I was alive,
don’t come see me now
that I have died.”
Alesia Leach © 11/2014
Dreamed about my mother
Who comes to me when I am in pain
Not to my reckoning through woo woo land
Otherworldly celestial plain
Implanted she was the first time
I was held warmly to her breast
As the antidote to what ails me
She comes when I am under test
In this dream of mine she was dying
We stood doing dishes side by side
With full acceptance she embraced what would be
In so doing helped me abide
With the fact to the swift the race
sometimes not won
No matter our regret
The past cannot be undone
We live with what
We live with till we live with it no more
At dreams end I found I was dying as well
From what's never killed me before
In traditional Chinese medicine
lungs attached to grief I'm grieving all the more
I grieve the loss of what I never had
An enigma yes that is my name
Made up in my mind or in truest of flesh
I loved you all the same
My mama came to tell me this
I have mourned you unto death
The wailing has stopped and soon now the thoughts that arrive with every breath
It will feel so good when it stops hurting
The very words she said
To hear these words she came to mind
Resurrected from the dead
October Visitation
A peeking orange smear
Talked to the lad inside his head,
When he was eight and nine months,
On a breezy October twilight in 1960,
As the orange light told him silently,
To go to the river's edge behind the red house,
To go there and see what it wanted him to see.
Night’s shawl of descending gray began its covering,
As the boy walked down the horse trail in the midst of chutes,
Volleying up green and yellow digesting rotting salmon,
With lurching trees swaying a little in the beckoning wind.
Upon the smooth stones he slowly trod in foreboding fear,
And there upon a large smooth stone he knelt,
Folding his hands as in preparation for the mysteries,
And then, the boy was compelled to gaze skyward with peering eyes,
And he saw it, a silvery flying thing, ethereal as sugar icing,
Hover above him, as the first stars exposed themselves like a pox,
And the lad prayed to this angel,
This otherworldly visitor from the Iam,
There incredibly seen, on an obscure river bank near Redding.
O death!don`t pay me a visit;
yet,you have to come, so I can rest.
Contest:"Epigram"
The omens were vague
The portends silent
Urimm and thummim
Silent as still waters
The seers all fatigued
The lovers embracing
The jilted bride crying
The watchers unseeing
The abode of fun alive
Kings rumbling..
Their daily incorrigible..
Stuff.. in rolled the guest
The city awash with royalty
Chariots took to the tarmac
Then the royal flag flew
Twas the day of visitation
#Ackmi_Luis
I am hooked deep inside my cavern-hanging host
replicating in cosy subterranean cell
night-time radar feeding my needful innermost
viral reservoirs overflow with gruesome gel
I slurp onto scaly creature, grimly scuttling
fissures unfold, revealing gory condominium
caged meal within a meal, proximity shuttling
re-absorbed, disturbed, unsettling equilibrium
I emerge, swimming 'Trojan' in moisture flowing
aqueous channel opening, internal organ-treat
indulged, engorged, rapacious appetite growing
coughed-up bipedal phlegm, damp cold air to greet
I am scooped again, adjacent cloth, nearby skin
bodies pressing, heavy breath, compulsive sneeze
defences haemorrhage, weakened corpses grin
death is killing me, wretched repulsive wheeze
I seep through porous mask and sweating gland
my time is spent, havoc wrought, no place to go
anti-bodies gathering, hostile hordes at hand
I am oblivion but still have many names to know