Even the darkest night will end
And the sun will rise
Will you come to see me then
I’ll be quite surprised
Same as you - what an encounter
You would giggle at me
Love, it seems that I have found you
I’d reply to thee
The harsh reality, however
Extends that miserable night
Though the sun beats down like never
In its dazzling summer light
There’s no sign of us together
Like sometime we used to be
And too tall has grown the heather
On the path to copper tree.
Time's gone, religion's in decline,
Why don't we care about this line?
Used by tyrants, the poor consider it fate,
Do they care about the poor's state?
The night of darkness started soon,
But still shining the brightest moon.
Tyrants swimming in a pool,
Poor watching, feeling cool
Different religions, different rules.
Poor confused, but they are fools.
Horror dreams, horror thoughts,
They are holding charity pots.
Not sure! What future might grow,
But the brightest moon will always glow.
My dear friend, who shines my way,
Lead my steps when I go misguided.
Your words like lanterns in my gloomy night,
Turning all my wrongs slowly into right.
In every second of gloomy night,
You bring the stars to make that things bright.
With kind words and gentle light,
You guide my heart to peaceful sight.
My dear best friend, so pure, so true,
A best friend like you is the greatest gift of all.
Darkest Night, Morning Lights
By Mark D. Stucky
Darkness descends
upon the rocky land,
and fills a tomb
of a slaughtered Lamb.
With that unmerited death,
everything seems lost,
and hope seeps away
into stone cracks.
Trembling tears and fears
consume devastated disciples,
scattered about Jerusalem
and hiding in shadows.
Until the appointed time
this Sunday morning,
when light bursts forth,
vanquishing darkness
above and from an empty tomb.
Two ascending lights this morning,
risen sun
and Risen Son.
(First published in Agape Review, 17 April 2022. See also my poems "Resurrection iBodies," "The God Behind the Curtain," and "Gilded Crosses?")
(Image by Gerd Altmann on Pixabay.com.)
Like a never ending dreams;
Eyes closed in the Darkness;
Pupils dilated traveling like,
A basketball on the gym floor;
The scenes are rolling,
Like a tire on an automobile on the road rolling;
Vision darken shades venetian blinds are down;
It’s night time the moon light and,
and stars shine;
Like specs of sand on a hot soiled ground;
Dreams of dynasty Cabaret touching my heart;
Before darken clouds rains dew parts;
Awaken from nightmares roar;
Like an awakening daydream at night;
Rhythm dreams Darkest Night
1/18/23
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2023©
When I ruminate in trepidations forlorn,
Darkness traversed in search of dawn,
Vying fertile shores, oceans I crossed,
Nightmares that my dreams doled out;
Looking back now, how I fondly recall--
In those hardships success was born.
As I watch frigid woes glinting on snow,
Winters that melt and in rivers flow,
Parched-leaves tinting autumn’s glow,
I wonder how seasons in throes know;
Behind clouds of despair rises arc of hope.
When I spend today in tempests bygone
Brooding in defeat of conquests lost,
Yesterdays that were callously tossed;
I once again follow footsteps of the past
Imprisoning my triumphs of tomorrow
Arresting winsome ambitions of now.
Learning the lessons from where I was
I reassure anxieties perturbing my life:
Travails of turbulence won’t last long,
For a darkest night too brightens in dawn,
A rainbow forms after a storm is gone.
So, I clasp the hand of a leisurely walk
Unfettered by constant tick of time clock,
Passionately answering call of my heart
Bequeathing moments that forever last.
August 8, 2022
Placed 1st: Free Verse -Old or New Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Joseph May
~Blacken darkest is the midnight skies void lights of day~
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
DARKEST NIGHT DAY'S LIGHT
darkest night day's light
daring darkest dullest night
open your day's eyes
12/7/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
In the dark of darkest night, the demons always start their preying;
preying, hidden from the light, on minds of souls whose lives are fraying.
Fraying into tattered shreds from games deceitful friends are playing;
playing in their weary heads without a care the price they’re paying.
Paying with their sanity, these weary souls are ever weighing;
weighing inhumanity by demons and the minds they’re slaying.
Slaying all their lifelong dreams, destroying hope that leaves them swaying;
swaying souls with raveled seams, as demons of the dark are preying.
May 9, 2019
You know the man who came to town
is nothing but a fake blown clown
but he is here you got him now
what will you do with this big fat cow?
Soon you’ll know his lies are real
as you find out his life’s surreal
because the truth is it’s a lie
so get the truth before you die
the truth is there if you just look
not hard to find it's in a book
to see what future there will be
for all who bask in his reverie
I pray with all of us who know
that he is one big fearful foe
So those who think that he’s a healer
all we see’s a heartless killer
Please learn to listen with your mind
And don’t be swayed by all his slime
question why he lies so much
and when he's wrong he does not budge
Why does this scoundrel of wealth deny
All those who want to taste the pie
His urge is strong to malign the poor
Making himself a contentious boor
It could be he has a plan
to make America white again
and take away the darkest night
for white Americans in fright
In the darkest of night people hide in there homes
Fearing for there lives as creatures roam the streets in
The dead of night praying on anyone who would dare get
In there way they were not exactly nice creatures as to
They were vampires and werewolves running a muck around
The city in the darkest of night trying to catch a human foolish
Enough to be out of there home so that they may catch a quick bite.
D-ecember twenty-seventh,
O-ne early Tuesday morning;
R-ise of the sun has begun,
I-t's time to enjoy and
S-ing.
D-on't let the new dawn turn
I-nto a lonely twilight;
Z-enith melts the Monday dusk,
O-utsmarting the darkest
N-ight.
The moon was on leave,
The stars were no more
It was not, but in the mid of the darkest night
It was not rain, but the tears of the sleepless eyes
That washed away the beauty of the beautiful sky
It was, but a night of moonless sky,
A night of starless sky
It was, but a wonderful night of the waterlog eyes
It was a fearful night for the fearless heart,
A breathless night for the breathing heart
A restless night for the resting soul
It was in the middle of the darkest night,
A night of light less sky
D-arkest night will walk away
O-n the hour of daybreak;
R-ise of the sun will begin,
I-t will eliminate
E-very ache.
G-ray clouds will disappear,
A-nother dawn will shine;
R-aindrops will not fall,
C-hill is nowhere to find.
I-n May fourteenth morn, beacon will lighten the day;
A-nother dusk will be fading, darkest night will walk away.
A-fter the darkest night
D-ay twenty-sixth September;
O-ne morn has just broken,
R-ain and chill
A-re over.
E-vening shadows disappear,
S-un has begun to shine;
P-ure delight is brought,
E-asing your troubled mind.
L-et the gray dusk turn
I-nto next day's shining light;
T-otal brightness will come
A-fter the darkest night.
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