Encroaching Poems - Poems about Encroaching

There is a place beyond the night Where vision does not pierce, Where lies the look of muddlement That shackles without force. I’ve spent some time in looking For a blur I will not see, Yet lingers on the morning’s dawn - There veiled by glimmered sea. Will I see the fog encroaching, Or feel it in my bones? Will I know enough to seek...

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Old world monkeys, the macaques, they are glad to be alive Once upon a time they would have lived to be twenty-five Unfortunately, there are only a thousand left today. They eat fruits, seeds and nuts, and they are never in the way. But the trees are being cut down in big bunches, falling on the lawn. Their shelter is...

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The BELLS * * * Resonating Along that weaving of our days Past the encroaching darkness And its wishes to spoil, to wilt Whatever good it touches; and How it recedes With the ringing of the bells Of Faith: music declaring Our most Holy Lord’s power; Calling out his children, loyal In the fight for Good. The bells call God’s warriors To prayer, in the tapestries Of our days;...

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Mountain Gorillas are listed as, endangered They are found in the Republic of Congo, Uganda and Rwanda and their habitat is, high forest mountains, to 13,000 feet of elevations surviving with thick fur, as temperatures can drop below freezing Unfortunately, they can die from catching, a human disease because humans are encroaching, and are pushing them to freeze as they...

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Throughout the land, in every home, Thanksgiving is approaching But this time other issues Sadly seem to be encroaching. To those outside the bubble There’ll be faces framed on Zoom And all will then pretend That they’re together in the room. Some gatherings will be outdoors With heaters put together To stave off what is typical For late November weather. Unfortunately, many Will now celebrate alone, For...

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Psalm. Lord, Keep Us! I could sink, and languish sunken, But Christ will not let me lie in broken days. I am pulled up from the longest moments And the trials of pain. Selah. Breathe. I declare. Since youth I have pronounced That there is Nothing That I will allow to separate me from God. But attempts and trials came through...

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Wisteria winding along its trunk, weaving a way to the sun — squinting with anticipation. The tree wrapped tight — squeezed with a wisteria boa. His only escape is to embrace the sun. Onlookers comment at the beauty of his arthritic knuckles and knotty trunk. The ancient tree barely breathes, as gathering kith and kin think him wise, before he turns to dust. 9/24/2019...

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I feel the encroaching necrosis settling in, as the shadows finger their way toward the growing twilight, etching my mind, endless scratching with no escape! It’s closing in on me, this demon heart I feel! 10/31/2017...

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latched to hope she patiently waits for his love and warmth… chilly night approaches - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - © Paul Callus ~ 4th February 2017...

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Sea of blue drifts to a balmier port of call Last satiating beams from soaring canopy sprawl From distant, seamless divide swarthy portents fall  Nearer, a blood orange ridge ballasts spiralling ball A mercurial prism swaggers on horizon as flittering shades draw Satin clouds now tinged with streaks of gray into the porous rotunda withdraw  Twilight's encroaching shadows the availing light...

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