Let me drown in this bottle
Poverty, loneliness, uncertainty
Let it flood my empty soul
With the bitterness of this sweet liquor
To throw myself into that deep sea
Of promiscuity with bravery and courage
Not to die starving for bread on this journey
Perhaps this way I'll find that sublime happiness
My certificates don't even sustain a sip
For they have no warm backing due to the rain
Rain that flooded my skills and dreams
Reducing them to banknotes worth more than the diploma
[...]
My name's ANGIE, are you listening?
I grew up listening to that group called Rolling Stones
I was told you're wasting your time by dreaming
They never knew how harsh they were with those tones.
YOU CAN'T ALWAYS GET WHAT YOU WANT
Words they thought were normal for dreamers
I didn't see why not, nothing could stop that
Until one RUBY TUESDAY I was caught with dealers.
Saw WILD HORSES flex with TUMBLIN DICE
Thinking I'd now be one of the HONKY TONK WOMEN
I didn't think I'd be caught playing with fire in ice
Next to the stolen car he said "PAINT IT BLACK".
The policeman on the other side is on my track
Asking, "how did she escape UNDER MY THUMB?"
I didn't know there would be no going back
It was a once-off deal but I guess that too was dumb.
In the nights when sleep hides among shadows and broken dreams,
The night wind becomes a caress of cold stars on my skin,
It penetrates deep into my lungs, like a crystal serpent of silence,
And I wonder, with longing that sings silence in echoes of lost time,
When was the last time I felt the thrill of undefined beauty,
That melts like a dream in the morning light, a whisper at dawn?
On those days, I close the window, the temple of cold freezes my bones,
Wraps my soul in a mantle of shivers, a sanctuary of ice.
And I wonder, with pain like a silent cry in the night’s stillness,
How long will this sensation last, nesting in the marrow of dreams,
A solitary bird in a nest of shadows, a mysterious burden,
It’s a melancholy flowing through the veins of time, a river of silver.
It winds through the cliffs of my soul, carried by waves,
A traveler on a sea of stars and shadows, in search of solace,
That spreads with the dawn, when light embraces the world,
And silence pours over us, like a forgotten song.
Across the landscape of broken dreams
There is a lack of a vision it seems.
In the journey of suffering and of faith
The rewards of joy are a long wait.
The prayers are fervent and sustained
The answers are not, only silence remains.
To continue on could be such a waste
Because there is no comfort in this state.
Yet I persist in this deep dark fog
Awaiting answers from a mysterious God.
Glass hearts shattering
From birth to death instantly
Stillborn seems to dream
What revelation! I saw the light,
A simple plan, my future bright.
I put my hopes and dreams in action,
Solely for my own satisfaction.
A perfect plan with one thing lacking,
Needing father's financial backing.
But when I plead to fund my way,
"Son, not today," was all he'd say
Each day I'd rise and ask him why,
He only gave the same reply.
I knew then to make my dream complete,
I'd have to stand on my own two feet.
But stubborn pride and temper swollen,
I blamed him for my future stolen.
Twas justified or so it seemed,
I vowed revenge for all I dreamed.
So late one night while father slept,
Into his room I slowly crept.
I planned to kill without a sound,
Instead he woke and knocked me down
I tried to rise, but something's wrong,
The strength once there was dead and gone.
Too weak to stand, I crawled away,
For now I'd know the hell to pay.
A chance to dream
A lovers guide
Butterflies in a waiting room
A glass of frozen wine
A touch of petrified time
A way to smile
cherished beneath the stars
The rain falls low
The Wind rises high
The Moon the stake
Broken Dreams
Tonight I´m happy and sorrowful
I refuse to cry over lost friends
I´m drunk as well.
It feels good to up the anchor of sobriety
let alcohol give wind to my sails.
A clipper buying tea in China
not useless plastic toys.
Sleek, the line and the women admired me.
Let the clipper sail.
I don´t care; I shall stay and make love to you.
I´m sorry I left my Liverpool girl
I went to Brazil to harvest coffee beans.
Guatemala, I got there by chance
a beach and moonlight.
I have not forgotten my promises
one day more, just one more day.
The clipper sailed to other shores
I never got to write
The poem of my life
Alabaster moon
prodigal with pearlescent promises,
extravagant assurances,
pretends to symbolize
jazzy moon-in-June romance
for young lovers.
Gibbous guitarist plucks out honeyed
heart-string progressions;
passion-fueling improvisations
entwine as two hearts syncopate
to soul-stirring rhythms.
Feeling the beat, tapping those feet
jitterbugging hips sway in sync
towards the dark side of the moon.
Gyrating in a sensual frenzy
of broken dreams,
exhausted bodies execute
a heart-break dance of missteps.
One last mournful note
and the music ends.
" A broken hand is fixed wid bandages...
A broken heart is fixed wid someones love...
But what about a broken dream..
What can that be fixed with...
Can it be fixed wid money...
Or can it be fixed it a degree...
Or could education fix it...
The dreams in the eyes of the parents...
When sending us to school...
The hopes in their eyes...
When buying food for us...
The moments they slept hungry...
So that we can sleep full...
All of that so that we can be something...
A doctor..a pilot or an engineer...
Lucky those who have parents..
Wb the dreams of those in war countries...
Wb their dreams...
Instead of books their hold guns...
Instead of searching their parents...
Children search for revenge...
The day passes in wars...
The nights pass in shelters...
The foods are the waste and remains...
And the clothes are the remains of the bodies...
The dreams burned to ashes...
Ri8 by their own hands...
Is it too much to ask for a world...
Where there are dreams and thoughts...
Where schools and colleges...
Are not burned down...
Where parents dnt have to sleep hungry...
Can we have a world?....
morning has broken broken dreams in the cold light of day
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POET'S NOTES
With her monoku, Marlene 'Mountain' Morelock Wills (1939–2018), challenged the idea that haiku must consist of two juxtaposed images. I explore parallelism as a possible poetic device in this monoku, as well as a form of internal rhyme.
Besides the obvious meaning of "broken" (to break), "morning is broken" is an example of a contronym:
Now, as an adult, I realize that the use of “broken” in the expression “Morning has broken” is most closely related to breaking through a barrier, out of a throng, or through a surface. In fact, Merriam-Webster clusters it there: “to come into being by…bursting forth.”
PASSING NOTES: Morning Has Broken, by Christina M. Bentley October 9, 2017.
Im broken
In pain Lost
Hurt
useless
My world coming apart
Love
An acid disease
That breaks me
gets me nowhere
That visual effect
Lips locked fingers crossed
Spiritually pure ecstasy
My heart fears loneliness
Wondering will love ever love me back
Trying To Grasp The wind.
.
My hearts long for desiring
Mat never transpire to be
But dwells in within
The very deepest part of me
For what I want is like the sweetest tasty apple
Always there so close yet out of my reach
For I am hungry for love
And without the lavish feast
.
I often wonder what did I do wrong
My natural urges beyond my control
And so ever strong
To never see my first born
Look up and smile at me
Is like a dagger I feel so painfully
But never see
.
To never have a love so strong
As a loving sweetheart
Almost seems a sin
I’m trying to reach for the impossible
But foolishly
Trying to grasp the wind.
.
Peter Dome©2020.
Chill
current
rushes and
fills heart with pain
dripping from the eye lids, fresh maiden tears
drizzling from the heart, many broken dreams
fragile they are
drifting down
burning
warmth.
Picture 2
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Broken Dreams Bended Knee June 1, 2012
broken dreams, bended knee
Black or white, you and me
Seven minutes of pain-free again
Goodbye my life it was insane
The promised land has failed us all
Dreams have gone, we'll still walk tall
We stand united to fight the fight
United together we'll make it right
Human rights and color blind
We're gonna win and save mankind
No more tomorrow, we're here to stay
Seven minutes of pain-free again
The young, the old, black and white
We'll stand together bring on the fight
Extend our mind, extend our hand
Join together take back our land
Broken dreams, bended knee
Black or white, you and me
Gerrard McGeachy
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