coffee
roasted java
served black with no creamer
simplicity is my delight
steaming
At the end of the day it seems
I know more than I knew in the morning
The daytime reality fades into dreams
The dreams disappear with no warning
It all boils down to the evening
Just one more evening to bear
Since one certain day it’s a different feeling
Cause you are no longer there
So what do I know? Not much
The other people know better
I know you are out of touch
And there won’t be a new letter
A new message, a new phone call..
I don’t know how to bear the evening!
And the end of the day time falls
Comes the night, with updated grieving.
Voices in the field,
They summon us from our abodes,
Is it hell’s road?
We take gentle and fearful
steps to see what summons.
The wind sighs and sings,
The wheats dance to its rhythm,
No one stands in the field
We wonder if the wind had made the call.
Suddenly like a flash of lightning,
The voices emerge,
We are startled but not rattled,
The spirits have come to
move through the field.
Our fields have been
troubled by a recalcitrant blight,
It has been a frantic fight,
The elders have summoned the spirits,
They have come to battle the malevolent forces,
Like knights on warrior horses.
April 17, 2024.
The closer I get to the sun, the further I feel from the light
My feelings are drawn a daytime moon in cloudy white
Shadows are what's left; now simple silhouettes
I'd prefer to burn out; a torch fueled without regrets
Chemicals in the clouds that burn on the horizon as it sets
They're a blanket over me now; glowing oh so bright
Singing to each other; we are the skies duets
I'm shining now; look at us radiate, throughout the night
I am daytime all night I dreamed
In the scheme of things I am what
I never have ever thought I was yes
None the less I profess I AM DAY!
Yeah and yesss! I am fully stressed.
Go and step refresh your mind and
Know what I have many lines ago
I am saying now I am DAYTIME!
Daytime light sign hey and I'm
There to find the right kind
and they all sway
Day okay and yey yeah say there
This is daytime delight! Aaaaandd!
ah. I MIGHT HAVE TO HIT ' EM
HARDER TURN THE BASS UP!
STOMP AND START UP!!! WAY UP!
SHUT UP! WHAT'S UP! CATCH UP!
KEEP YOUR HEAD UP! WAY UP!
TWO PLUS TOOO
HAA! WHATYA DO WHAT TOO DO!
THIS IS POETRY! MUSIC MISTRO!
YEAH! WORDS ARE WORTH THEIR
WEALTH AND WORLDS. WORLDS
WORLDS....
THIS IS POETRY!
VBR Black Pantherrrr!!! JET BLACK
Answerer!
Day off alright
Flight kind
Fast sky
First time
Wise find
Two night
Then done
Next day
Sun shine
Dreaming in pieces I awakened
to night terrors again my memory
gazing into yesterday my broken
beautiful brain signals sleep my senses
aroused by sullen matter keeping me
from sleep tossing turning peeking
into the darkness sound removed
gestures dance across the room
an yet by day I daze taking
ten minute naps of dream state
rem sleep over come by sudden
nightmares falling into deep sleep
on the bus stop on a plane at work
at school in church even short visits
to doctors office daytime sleep apnea
is what it's called heart racing panic
anxiety where am I uncontrollably
drifting off to sleep all day while
nighttime I sleep awake dancing
with the galaxy trying to sleep rest
repeating this cycle daily oddly
losing my balance legs folding
right under me falling to the ground
like falling off a cliff cataplexy with
a tinge of vertigo no cure you know
brain injury residue of course
medications are added to simply
keep me awake all day allowing
me to rest quietly at night dream state
dreaming in pieces dreaming awake
Haunted, I go into panic as I wake from sleep
Images in my mind that puncture me deep
Desperately I close my eyes and try to forget
The nightmares all around me that are such a threat
My terrors come alive and haunt me in the day
Just two steps behind me, can't keep them at bay
I'll try with all my might to forget they exist
As I fight against their hold, trying to resist
The feeling of paranoia grips at my soul
Shrieking cries I hear clearly from the ghoul
One day, perhaps, I can finally put to rest
These daytime nightmares, with me are obsessed
In my restive mind keen time raced in spree,
me in the wasteland of life I could see
as fallen defoliated dry tree,
you came as rain cloud gray - drifted away, didn’t stay,
mid-day sun’s sparkling ray - ushered for me new day.
I saw the daytime crescent moon shine bright,
as the orb slowly climbed up the sky’s height,
felt lunar vibes in awe-inspiring sight.
The unique astral show - helped hopeful omen glow,
good luck in life would flow - pull me up from the low.
Mind’s balance it enhanced to great degree,
out of plaguing terrain I found a way.
Image of self-reflection came to light,
perceived the awareness of life’s change grow.
By night, we see the Moon mid sparkling stars
that light our planets, Venus, Earth, and Mars.
But, there are times the Moon by day is ours.
It, on those days, looks shy- against a sun-filled sky
surrounded by clouds high- and pale as ghosts, float by.
The Moon by day evokes a softer show:
a gauzy, pearly shape without a glow;
a contrast to its midnight-beaming flow.
This double vision boon- a combined Sun and Moon
presents at sunrise soon- or even afternoon.
Defying logic, this scene sometimes jars
our thoughts that this strange sight cannot apply;
that Sun and Moon can share the same plateau
when Cosmos offers ways they can commune.
Some fireflies lit the way of wishful whim,
the expectations fired diminished vim.
The lack of lucence rendered chances grim.
Design of great foment—I hugely now repent.
The flowers vie with scent—their vibrant colours spent
when light from Sun in lower meadow mean.
The crows at dawn abated soon to preen.
A gibbous Moon in western sky still seen.
Yet rainbows will succeed—the face of Moon must bleed;
the rays absorbed thus freed—its cast expressions knead.
I guess my chance to win your heart is slim.
Tenacious Moon by day espy torment:
From arduous labour I tire and wean
myself by increments in chocking plead!
Juicy, ripe cherries, still on the jade green trees,
In vibrant, orange sunshine, glinting at summer.
Blackberries winking, saffron noon hour of ease,
When rose strewn seconds, seem lost in slumber.
Fragrant, purple plums gleam hotly, very coveted,
Lustrous, wild raspberries, deeply red and purple,
Ruby red apples aglow, like fiery sun plummeted,
Until all are lost in darkness, 'neath stars eternal.
Written on 3/20/2023
For: A STRAND NO 1201 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
I want to write
And I cannot in the daytime
I find myself confused
As if my mind has been bruised
I stutter in the night
And I am jittery when I fight
Yet I try to write
When everything is bright
I find myself in the night
Even if it takes all my might
I’m at peace in the dark
Within sight of my mark..
This evening sneers, lurks and is snooty,
and dares to look through my window,
peers like something with substance,
gawps into that mirror on the wall.
Yes, evening, you ogle.
Your black glance is on my glass of wine.
showing your low lordliness,
condescending in your awesome manner of night,
sitting there with your supercilious sight, scoffing, gazing.
Who are you?
When will you cease to be night,
become the radiance that will be tomorrow?
Yet you'll sit throughout that day
awaiting its darkening moments.
Oh, yes, light will soon be you, night,
and scoff at me with your dark, dark face.
(May 2022)
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