Grayest Poems

Ode To Summer's End

The swallow has gone,
Flown away, so has its mellow song
And so forth we go,
into bluer skies—indigo
Tempts drift further till tepid
Southern shades should not bid 
Amid its alibi is incidence,
sun shrinks in appearance
Grayest shadows deepen  
The first cool breezeway creeps in
Much warmth shall be ebbing,
heralding winter's woolen webbing
I count my blessings
of summer’s endings:
Abundance of sunshine so bright
Zephyrs on a tender August night                             
Book clubbing with best of friends,
Labor Day weekend marks summer’s end
As Summer ends Fall shall begin,
and what joyful gifts a winding wind
against glistening skin
Autumns kiss of this kind,
an earthly bliss entwined 
And when the swallow returns,
no longer summer yearns
no longer summer yearns

My Aid

a golden daylight that you are
pierced through my grayest of the dark
calmed the waves carrying the storm-
that were wrecking my heart

in the darkest of my hours,
when night bleed memories
the thought of you feels like
an emergency aid in the war

a calmest of the people i know
with little to no smile on face
yet you feast upon my demons
and set me free from my chains

Struggling With Life

By now my perception,
so naive and derisive
going beyond intention,
should have changed;
blemishes spoil this appearance,
they are worse than any word said
to hurt and humiliate with vengeance:
sling no stones, no threats to shield! 

I got through many hurdles,
they posed hard challenges...
and struggling with life I can say,
" I'm prouder than anybody. "
What held me back was constant fear:
how painful was to see all disappear!

I looked up and saw the grayest clouds,
soon it would be raining for eternal, dreary hours;
much sadness they brought with their darkness:
I couldn't find shelter into anybody's arms!

Struggling with life is wrestling with God,
it's the hardest fight ever fought;
nobody wins and we surely resent defeat:
we blame fate and cry out loud...
not appreciating what we have freely received,
and shunning what's good, we embrace deceit!

Try to be a rainbow in someone else's cloud

In the grayest of skies, a cloud may roam
But in its darkness, a rainbow can call home
A vibrant beam of hope, a splash of color bright
A promise of better days, a ray of light

Be that rainbow, shining bold and clear
Bringing warmth and joy, banishing all fear
In someone's cloudy sky, be a radiant hue
A gentle reminder, that sunshine will break through

With every arc of color, a smile can unfold
A heart can heal, and a soul can unfold
So spread your light, and let it pour
Be a rainbow in someone's cloud, and help them soar

For when the skies are gray, and clouds seem to prevail
A rainbow's presence, can make the heart sail
Through the stormy weather, to a brighter shore
Where hope and happiness, forevermore.

Ghost Stories

You harm me with your figure and my memories, leaving me thin and hollow like the ghosts of my mistakes

I wonder why I often cry at the thought of what’s been lost
But mostly I, with tired eye, lay my head and bare my cross

This melancholic miasma, in the air and in the streams, hangs with dreary a stigma that drifts about like dreams

The hope I feel when looking back will only sting the greater and quicken in the greatest
And while the black looks dark and the white so livid I’m really searching for the grayest

My promises made unto myself are easily broken and forgone
In conclusion, the storied haunts placed high on shelves are not so easily forgotten nor forlorn

What Is Broken, Still Has Beauty

What is broken,
Still shines great beauty...
Whoever or whatever that reaches the inside of me,
Is a treasure worthy enough for me to forever hold...

When night comes,
My feelings and thoughts truly unfold...
During the darkest of my hours,
I unleash my expressive powers...

While the dawn hast come,
My energized mind numbs
For only a moment,
I will wait...

The sun rises
As the deepest gates of my imagination
Flood open and bring on the waves of emotion.
Winds of hope blow away my tears...

And the inner sea, in me,
Begins to shine colours,
From the bluest of all these days,
To the grayest of my depressed ways...

These gray waters...
Change into a glow of hopeful silver...
And at long last, I let go of the past,
As this sea is painted gold by the eternal sun...

I am saddened and gladdened, here and there...
Yet, whatever is broken...
Still shines great beauty...

Void Oblivion

In the  our grayest days
inspiration sadly hides
 void oblivion

Shattered

Death
Fallen Angel
Silken Black Feathers

Death Doesn't Mourn

Beneath the Heavens
Thunder Rolled Across the Sky
Hold Up The Sky
Has Fate Have Something Special Planned

Ashes trail out with the sky
Storm Deep Within
In a Swell of Mourning
My Eternal Grief
My Drawing Breath
The Voices Echo in Emptiness
Roses Roses Roses
A Fragile Rose
Butterflies Scatter In Playful Grace
Abandon
In A Field Long Forgotten

Thoughts of Black or White or the Grayest Gray
Untamable Silent Slumber

The Last Kiss
JUST ONE MORE DAY
Safe in Your Arms
Romantic My Heart Breathes Once Again
The Love of Two People
Feeling His Rhapsody
Made Me Very Happy
This Happy Memory
My Heart Stopped Beating With Yours

A Silent Prayer
Letting Go
Lord I'm So Glad You're In My Life

7/6/2019

Grayland

GRAYLAND

Grayland,
The grayest little town
that I have ever been to
where the people are peaceful
the beaches are wide and the water is gray

The fog like a thick blanket or a thin curtain
covers the other side of the fence and the ends of
the busy road but neither toad or deer tries to cross
 at any time due to fear of bears who dare to sneak around
and traffic that zooms on through to Tokeland or further

Island of Broken Dreams

Along life’s seashore grows my rundown tree,
It’s roots charting a past that drains away
Where  branches limp    no longer fancy-free
To  pale against one ardent summer day:

Hyacinths  caress me  as I drag by
While rainfall thaws the elder leaves  which rip
Hours spent with my child...when dark tides imply
A troubled crest of farewell losing breaths’ grip.

How dreams on an isle engulf ardor’s pact
For toss of waves crashes like brittle glass,
Shattering his tomorrows, now abstract
That never can flowers shade grief, alas!

Boney brown leaves now  fall from the willow ,
For I’m draped  in the  grayest of sea-dune...
Although  a wind echoes our trill  quite hollow
This heart freezes      unmoved in my cocoon.



Written For Broken  Wings' Contest
Empty Your Soul With Words: Theme 4
Quatrain form: abab rhyme  11/21/2017

Lord I Am So Glad You Are In My Life

Lord I’m So Glad You Are In My Life

Beneath the heavens
Dreams hued in cherry blossoms
Spring bloom tulips of perfect love
Leaves sing a lullaby
Seeds bound on its own perfume
Tranquil smells of nature
Overflowing with life

Years brought darkness
Waves of emotions
Thoughts of black or white of the grayest gray
Fear and hate
Life or death
Leave in our wake
Imprisoned and the want for freedom

Strife,  please stop knocking at my door

Heartache pages turned
Stained with tears
Releasing the world bound to the pages
Page by page
Peace of yesterday I yearn

Blessings of the Holy Spirit
He stands lookout
With love and forgiveness in His heart
Absolution for my sins
New day, new beginning, new life
A haven of order

Faith in God makes a difference
Bond of love forevermore

Go forth with loud screams
Crying Holy unto My Lord
Sing the song of love and loyalty
God’s Divine Glory


Lord I’m so glad you’re in my life


6/11/2017

Thoughts of Black Or White Or the Grayest Gray

My eyes wide through window stand
Sun rising compel thoughts of black or white or the grayest gray 
Discernment from reality which is left or right hand
In a hundred lifetimes could I sway
The one answer from your lips grace

Becloud evergreens at the peak of the chill air
Heavens movement playing chase and enlaced
Cathedral veils amidst angels' illusion glory there
Your vision of crevasse darken ash in its place

Can two opposite narratives about something be errorless? 
Nature melts souls unlike each other through gracious airs
Adding spice and passion to ignite one needs and desires
Of the flesh; yearning  unfulfilled sweet and sour  affairs

2/16/2017

Somewhat

you never felt the sun
the merry go round always spinning blue
songs are sung without harmony
summers always run cool 
i gently hold that ice violin
in the shallow end of the pool,,, 
somewhat

you never tasted a snowflake
the swing forever swings empty
parades always march silent
i fly in the maelstrom 
of the grayest confetti
somewhat

your footprints will never pitter patter
tranquility shores of life 
so my steps burn heavy
i walk the shores alone
the candle void of any light  
somewhat

Tenth Cycle

Just twenty days. The mystical
Libra will turn rosette boughs into
fading auburn… nights combing
the breeze colder and quite somber ,
as if women on bare hilltops await
the arrival of men in some far oceans 
when bleached summer gives way
to icicles of endurance so patient
and wives, lovers tremble in this anticipation
swaying 
back and forth, balancing the cold 
clutches of afternoon’s light and
destitute clouds wearing mufflers
for near or far elegies of snow.
It is grippingly delicate: I mean, watching
the changing hint of a breeze growing
paler.
Yet wiser is October rising to chip the
glow of studded stars, bit by bit, dying
in the gray of grayest sleet to bear 
the tunes of venial woes. Yet, it is the cycle
when courage bides its time for amiable joy.
It is the cycle when her adolescent stage
transforms ladies into maids-in-waiting...
how much longer must the women endure
to find an armada of loved ones back home?
And the weight of contentment drips, drips
in a season fulfilling its own quest.

There are
no answers; only reflective surrender.


Contest: Waiting
Sponsor: james rogers
9/10/2015

Revel In My Ruins

virgin feet,
i stepped onto the quicksand
in ignorance of it’s
deceit.
as the clouds
overhead draw
together in the
grayest anger,
my heart hurts for relief.
i stand tall, but
that doesn’t change the
reality of this
disaster.
you were a tornado that
spun me for a loop;
so much destruction
in such a short time.
i can’t admit my defeat so
i’ll suffer in silence and
watch you walk away.
no matter if there’s nothing
left for me to rebuild
myself:
this is the end.

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