as I sit within my room
to creaks and pops of walls I listen
as the cooling of the night
changes bring in darkness with out
silence rings within my ears
perhaps hiding things that should not be
and dark fears within me stir
wondering of what I cannot see
who can know what is with out
lurking perhaps without the light
forgotten not of childhood fears
still creep within the adult mind
sounds I hear from far away
of dogs and cars and music playing
slipping through my walls too thin
stirring thoughts within my mind
perhaps I should now slip away
journey to into the night
leave my room and its light
and seek out what’s in the night
My internal clock is a bane to me
waking me from dreams of paradise
thrusting me into life's stark reality
not allowing sleep when closing my eyes
No matter how many hours of sleep I need
I wake between three and four o'clock
Eyes wide open, blood red as if they bleed
I lie awake, listening to the clock... tick tock
My thoughts run through a gambit of things
that insist on keeping me tossing and turning
Is there truth in believing angels have wings?
I welcome Dawn but for sleep I am yearning
There are times when I pace in soft candlelight
hoping my lids grow heavy with need of sleep
but it's not to be... haunting reveries take flight
refusing me the restful peace of slumber deep
In these times of quiet hours of early morn
when blurry eyed, I pick up my pen and write
rhymed verses in which I chastise and scorn
my internal clock that wakes me before daylight
It was a warm balmy night very peaceful
the woods slept soundly the moon shone
In the quiet stepped out a unicorn flowing
silver mane it paused sniffing the air warily
Satisfied it started to cavort around gayly
soon a stag joined in and a fairy both dancing
They called to friends to join in all stepping high
Dancing and cavorting they continued till dawn.
They then went their separate ways only hoof
marks showed they were ever there people
puzzled over marks and shook their heads
Yet on the next moon lit night they returned.
And for many nights they cavorted with glee
Waiting for something to appear still waiting
then a star beamed down and prettily she
came touching noses with her mate then
They vanished back into the undergrowth
leaving all wondering if they ever or not
had been there at all.
I am a wanderer in the dark of night,
visiting when you are helpless, in your sleep.
Your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite.
All your thoughts are mine to pillage as I might
there is no hidden corner I cannot creep;
I am a wanderer in the dark of night
Dirty rotten secrets hidden out of sight;
no matter where they are buried or how deep;
your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite
In deep slumber, it is me that you invite;
call me Shalim, Hades, Somnus, or Apeep,
I am a wanderer in the dark of night
When your eyes are closed, you're mine to own, outright;
oh, joy, rich harvests you have for me to reap;
Your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite
Before you rest, you kneel, you arch hypocrite.
I laugh you've prayed; a god, your soul, to keep.
I am a wanderer in the dark of night.
Your darkest dreams with you, I will reunite.
Sun sets and life begins to ease
The curtains closes on cue
Everything goes down
As we do
Life darkens
and our lives begin in shade
Dreaming of what we have done
And ambitions we've made
We are always promised tomorrow
For their is always another sunset
Always another day we rise
So we thank life
For waking us up
To another day we survive
In the days
New and old
Hearts folly
Stories untold
Happiness rides
The westward winds
Misery joins dangling
Over the depths of sin
The Angel's storm gliding
Through the vertical horizon
Bringing tears from the moon
Who's secretly hiding now
Approaching hope with
Her wings of glory
Remorse floating
In her breeze
Forgiveness
Gratitude
Following
The pack
It's safe
To say that's
All we have left
R.K.H
MONUMENTAL AMERICA
(c)11/1/20, Iris Sankey-Lewis
Monumental America, you said, "In God We Trust."
this super power thing of yours won't rust
the nerve of change to rearrange
internal wealth all by itself gives clue
beauty is in the eyes of Sages, good as new.
You've birth the good, the bad, and the ugly
on grounds of mighty enterprise; semi holy
oh, pray those carefree days are over
let persecutors pause; penn like Solomon, thoughts on vanity
oh say, can you see, the power of redeeming quality?
You stood shoulder to shoulder like twin towers
with panoramic views, and friends, and lovers
haters watch as you paint a new montage
the weight of it surpass the number of lives lost
now at a crossroad; let's make merry at no cost.
Erase the lies. Together your children will rise
oh stars as pure as midnight sky
no condemnation shall befall those sturdy
magnify the God in whom we trust
this super power thing of yours won't rust.
*
The dark of night intensifies
People’s frights
The dawn of light illuminates
People’s sights
The twilight of vesper lights
Divides the wrong from the right
i sent my prayers out to the wind
doubting anyone was listening
i called out to the universe
in each and every direction
'twas then I heard in echo
the likes of angel voices
midst silence of the night
the songs of whippoorwills
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Unending strip of ebony darkness
lying lost unseen under moonless black sky
it’s beginning and end upon the land
lost in black shadows cannot be seen
deeper darkness moves within
flowing smooth curves barely half seen
eerily growing closer to me
silently without sound in the dark
a soft whisper of treads on road
barely heard whispering near
dark black form take shape near me
rushing quickly by only half seen
in dim orange glow I can see
auburn curls flowing so long
casting color on purists white curves
slipping quickly by into black night
with silent sound rushing by
soft breeze of air rustles me
soft scent of jasmine and rose hardly there
quickly fades into dark night
lost from sight so quickly gone
soft curves of blackness fade in the night
without a sound slips away
stirring darkness sliding away
Loud sirens echo in the driveway...they are here!
In dark of night, trancelike, they wrap and bring him out.
This nightmare now unfolds a real-life horrid scene...
his ashen, frightened face fades neath the bright, full moon.
Joined in with sounds of crying...sirens wail again.
Dear God...let him survive this heart attack tonight.
Sandra M. Haight
1989...He did...thank, God.
Dark of night; Angels in flight.
Darkness hues; coloring all of my views.
Take these stakes, the cause of my heartbreak.
I can see Home; so why must I stay,
In a place where everything is taken away.
Darkness hues; stakes are higher,
The darkness is not my funeral pyre.
Home calls its child to stay; in an attempt to take the darkness away.
But not for me but for others. Now the darkness no longer smothers.
I breathe for Home and remain to stay. Now that I
know what drives the darkness away.
N-ew dawn has turned
I-nto a warm daylight;
C-lear view at noon
H-as set the dusk
A-right.
J-ust wait for the twilight,
A-fternoon is passing by;
N-ever ignore the sunset,
E-venfall meets the sky.
P-ray before you sleep,
A-nd then turn off the light;
D-ay fourteen of September stays
I-n the dark of
N-ight.
G-od sees in the dark of night,
E-ven though the evil hides;
R-egardless of the place,
M-adman is clear to Lord's eyes.
I-n the dark of night,
L-ord God sees the deep secret;
A-lthough the matter is secluded, To Him there's nothing as private.
A-ll things twelfth of June
B-ecome visible and bright;
D-on't doubt His wisdom and power,
O-ne God sees in the dark of
N-ight.
The night was strangely hushed and cloaked
by the clouds scuttling across the silvery moon.
The breeze made the night air feel chilled,
yet her flanks were covered in sweat
as she strained, muscles quivering and chest heaving.
It had to be quick as she could hear predators
for now in the far distance yet moving in.
Still she strained the legs and face now visible.
One last final thrust and it is born already
struggling to find its feet and be ready to flee.
Anxiously the mother licked and licked
stimulating muscles, nerves and blood.
Valiantly the baby stands and starts to suckle
its feet going every which way as it fights
for control over its unruly members.
Within five minutes its ready to run
its mother calls it deep into the herd.
Surrounding them with a protective barrier
Out of all this years Zebra foals only a
handful will survive and sire other foals.
The rest falling prey to Lions and other cats
the crocs too will feast at the river crossings.
The odd sickly ones become dinner for hyena's.
Such is life on the East African plains, nature
culls all but the fittest ensuring strong blood lines.
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