Categories:
gulley, loss,
Form: Lyric
My head hit the pillow and I was asleep,
I fell into a dream that was so deep,
standing on the deck of a fighting ship,
the vessel did rise, then into gulley did tip.
The waves so cruel did rise and fall,
and all did work for the good of all,
the Dramallach Raven was sailing through,
a storm of darkness, the ship held true.
Deep in the darkness, the waters did crash,
against the ships fore they did mighty smash,
yet this mighty vessel was sailing true,
it would reach its destination, all the crew knew.
Where was this ship bound on this stormy night?
The moon shining down, its beacon light,
the Dramallach Raven on its way to Hell,
I knew this ship and my legs fell.
I knelt and I looked to the wheel,
my horror I could not conceal,
the skeletal captain did doff his hat,
let me wake and that be that.
Categories:
gulley, dream, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
I hear a soft voice amidst
deafening din of daily grind:
Where's the forest dark and dense;
the mountain high as heavens--
its shadow, a looming doom?
Where's the valley that dews
dawn to dusk, too deep to fill?
Or the gulley wide and yawning?
Or the sea fathomless, bottomless,
a home for leviathans, a womb
for tsunamis; frothing and foaming,
howling, humping to the shore
where a tiny grain wiggles,
scoffing the scorching glare.
The grain jiggles on the beach
sparkling in the sun. His voice rings
a deafening roar: I'm F-A-I-T-H.
I'm higher than heavens, wider
than earth; deeper than the deeps...
Creation stills, cowering at his voice.
Trees wither; rocks shear off in splinters,
tumbling down in clouds of dust, spraying
shrapnel on persons away from the voice.
Out of my spell, I crawl to the beach.
© 2018 Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Categories:
gulley, faith,
Form: Free verse
You Touched Me ( Sharon's Acrostic)
Time, at some point, will be no more; and thus unable to heal all my wounds.
Out of my afflictions and pain, when time has demised, I shall still sing and arise.
Up from the caves and pits of a bewildered life, I shall never again be afraid.
Caught before I fell; caressed when I called; shielded behind your strong walls.
Happy and free am I, and touched by an angel; you carried me along on your wings of love.
06302017PSContest, Touch Me With Words, Sharon Gulley. 5P
Acrostic from the word "Touch"
Categories:
gulley, feelings, love, time,
Form: Acrostic
A Double Acrostic
Treasured memories flow deep within my heart
Of sentiments that all too quickly come and go
Unbidden remembrances between me and you
Cherished songs we once shared in romantic lyric
Hallow moments that death can never diminish
June 27, 2017
Touch Me With Words Contest
sponsored by Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, memory,
Form: Acrostic
Timeless tapestry of love transfixed
Omniscient oracles of my soul eclipsed
Undying love for you reviving remains
Cathedrals praying poetic pensive pains
Hibernal hearts with calamitous chains.
June.27.2017
Touch Me With Words - Contest
Sponsored by: Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, lost love,
Form: Acrostic
Touches of sorrow
Today’s sorrows
Offer lonely reminders of
Unforgivable yesterdays
Causing the pain of endless
Heartbroken tomorrows
For the “Touch me with Words” poetry contest
Sponsored by: Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, heartbroken, lost love, sad,
Form: Acrostic
Towards a setting sun I trudge my weary way
Oblivious of the gathering darkness
Under a sullen and bleeding sky
Chagrined and beside myself with sorrow,
How can heaven stand by and let me languish so?
~Acrostic contest by Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, angst,
Form: Acrostic
Ten perfect tiny fingers and toes
Only you were born sleeping
Uncontrollable tears flow from my eyes
Caressing your beautiful face
Heartbroken parents are grief stricken
Touch me with words contest
Sponsored by Sharon Gulley
06-26-17
Categories:
gulley, baby, birth, grief, parents,
Form: Acrostic
Embracing eyes of the silver moon
hear my plea as I speak with you.
Hear within my deep despair that
I need to know healing care.
Shine down upon my head of grey
and bring to me the grace for
which I pray.
Lighten up the hurt within my soul
and teach me to be humble for
humility I have mastered so.
This time with you means so much
and I thank you for being my friend
so perfectly hung from the heavens
above.
Sharon Gulley
Categories:
gulley, emotions, grief, hurt, identity,
Form: Free verse
This Piece was inspired by a beautiful poem,
written by our very talented poet and friend.
I hope you will read "Warm and True" by
Sharon Gulley
Take a seed in your hand
Toss it in the air
Where it lands
It will grow
If it dares
That's Love
You are young, I am old
But we share
The load
And it shows
In our eyes, we care
That's Love
Take my hand and you'll find
That it's love
Not time
Which is real
What we feel
That's Love
That's Love
Categories:
gulley, blessing, emotions, feelings, love,
Form: Rhyme
Accursed still, be the cursed rapist
Who in blind pedophilia
Prey upon our little girls.
Condemned still, be the condemned satyr
Who, in sadistic cannibalism
Pounce upon our little sisters!
Alas, the tears!
Bitter salty tears that gulley to waste
The soft cheeks of their innocent faces
Alas the ruins!
The ruins of shattered dreams,
Wrecked ambitions and murdered hopes
Alas, the tears!
But tremble ye rapist, and quack!
For hark, the sound of a bell,
Though not the common one, but a knell
To summon thee to the flames of hell
And by God the truth I do tell
There in the pit you’re sure to yell
Gnashing your teeth in the bowels of hell
No Lazarus, no spring nor well
Only the sear and the roast, till you swell!
Dear heavens!
The bitter tears of the children,
May judgment come!
Categories:
gulley, abuse, children,
Form: Free verse
Are you more than just my imagination?
Is your call only my inner, silent plea to
be released from this lonely desperation,
this hollow, unfulfilling need?
I see you walking in the fields at night
and I feel you touch me in dawn's early light.
I smell your English lavender the same as
when you were here. Is it you, really my
Dear?
Is it you who ripples the water when I am
at our favorite creek and is it you that kisses
the tears from my cheek? It can't be just my
imagination for I feel you are here, who else
would have followed me throughout all these years.
Is it you my Love or just my Imagination?
Sharon Gulley
05/17/2014
Categories:
gulley, for her, for him,
Form: Rhyme
If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.
Death glides as a superman
like a mutiny in the bowl.
Night stumbles against the kissing moon
on the shore of waning hope.
I will not mourn for my color
I am still nursing a grief.
Walking alone in the shadow of walls
to unhear the screams of dawn.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
gulley, art,
Form: ABC
If erupts again –
the eternal hate of caucuses.
A pipe bomb detonates in a gulley.
Death glides as a superman
like a mutiny in the bowl.
Night stumbles against the kissing moon
on the shore of waning hope.
I will not mourn for my color
I am still nursing a grief.
Walking alone in the shadow of walls
to unhear the screams of dawn.
SATISH VERMA
Categories:
gulley, art
Form: I do not know?
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