The last drop of ink
Smeared
Across a thought
Soaked
Into a yellowed page
Nestled
Unwanted
In an old
Hand written poem
Dried
In the crease
Of forgotten
Forever’s
He shed the Last Drop For Me
When the story is finely written
And the speckled bird, about to fly
When the counter has made his final count
And the Spirit has tried his last try
When the book is about to close
And the pleader issued his final plea
And the curtain is set to drop
He shed his last drop for me
When heaven’s doors are opened
And the trumpet is near to sound
And that which was from the beginning
Shepherds his sheep from lost to found
He who lingers in the shadows
Opens the eyes, that all might see
And though I fail him in the flesh
He shed his last drop for me
The Book’s pages are almost full
And this life will be no more
And each name is recorded
And the tally reveals the score
for the wine cup is nearly full
and the bread is under the lee
The redeemed are cleansed by his blood
And he shed his last drop for me
I do not ask for much, just the last drop of honey said Baby Bear.
We gave him his wish in the bathtub and on the stair.
We gave him the last drop here and there.
We gave him the last drop everywhere.
I guess you can say that we both care,
About our baby, Baby Bear.
We give him the last drop everywhere.
Since he is an only, he does not have to share.
He is now having the last drop on the table.
He’s drinking it in front of his cousin Mable.
He can do this happily, for he is able…..
To see that she has a bunch of honey in her stable.
Just the last drop, says Baby Bear.
We give him that most everywhere.
Because we care, because we care
And because he is our Baby Bear.
I do not ask for much, just the last drop of honey said Baby Bear.
We gave him his wish in the bathtub and on the stair.
We gave him the last drop here and there.
We gave him the last drop everywhere.
I guess you can say that we both care,
About our baby, Baby Bear.
We give him the last drop everywhere.
Since he is an only, he does not have to share.
He is now having the last drop on the table.
He’s drinking it in front of his cousin Mable.
He can do this happily, for he is able…..
To see that she has a bunch of honey in her stable.
Just the last drop, says Baby Bear.
We give him that most everywhere.
Because we care, because we care
And because he is our Baby Bear.
if you are looking old winds
look at the songs
not yet forgotten
a full glass was memories
watch out for the last drop
Cloud of despair rose from the seamless sea of sorrow,
storm surged from the dismal horizon of mind’s visage,
melted in many streamlets of tear to torrentially flow,
like the rolling rills of rain drops on the face of foliage.
All the dark clouds didn’t dissolve in the deluge of grief,
in a lone clump froze splinter of memory in emotion deep,
like the rain drop lying concealed in the fold of sodden leaf,
waited in me to wail for the promises I could never keep.
Before the ending of our pledged journey you had gone,
left forlorn, I crumbled within the debris of the fallen sky.
Hidden cloud clump melted in remorse, remotely known,
as it upwelled within me all the restraints I felt it did defy.
The spent sun set on strewn spoils of my shattered heart,
from dust of despair shards of my life couldn’t rise anew.
As the destined time came for me with the call to depart,
the cloud of memory shed the last drop of tear for you.
September 1, 2020
Contest : The Last 1
Sponsor : Anthony Biaanco
Within sequestered silent tears’, my heart hibernates,
Solitudes that slumber amongst the venomous voids…
Love is snared amidst echoes that resonate in repose,
The walls of confusion crumble upon ravenous ruins.
A qabalistic quarantine quenching quiet landscapes,
Where alienation adorns the converging covertness…
Surreptitiousness strains seclude, darkened subterfuge,
For the wasteland withdraws within the wilderness.
A deluge of desolation dominates the demons den,
For what is left in my last lugubrious tender tears…
Is the love which divides within distorted dissolution,
As bleakness becomes, I am with you until the last drop.
...stay safe everyone & God bless...
March.01.2020
Quarantine Poems
Sponsored by: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Placed 3'rd...Thank You
Why does the stars begin to fade,
Because of cruelty and fate,
Or maybe dream's not good enough,
Or day was hard and long and rough?
Perhaps there were no kind words,
But there were pranks and tricks of gods,
And might be it was just last drop,
And there're no faith and love and hope?
And there is troll, there is no elf,
Oh, I should write it to myself,
Because in pure and blue-blue Hight
My stars, alas, are not so bright.
The clouds are brought with restless wind,
It's howling loudly just like fiend,
But I assume we having scars
Can fire up again the stars.
The insatiable greed of man
is draining the earth,
bleeding it dry
Ain't no climate change
is the reason given why
Corrupt men of science selling out,
giving out bogus data
to support the claims of their business patrons
Rich greedy dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
Were granted permission to drill in
environmentally protected land
Fracking up the ground,
searching for the mother lode
Gas pipelines snaking across the terrain,
to the slithering cash register sound
All that glitters ain't really gold;
Profits are imperative, curse the cost of the pain
Filthy lucre dogs
who never get enough
They love to drink your milkshake,
they love to drink it all up
They love getting and getting
and getting more ...
greedy dogs that ain't never gonna stop
They gonna drink all the juice in the ecology can,
drink it all up ... down to the last drop
On the fateful hour of the day
The horizon covered in the anger of darkness
In my nostrils, a later meaningful blood smell
Head lying on a tough mat in village clinic
Despite elevation, eyes couldn’t catch sight of injured leg
In my mind a flood of unanswered questions
By my side for six hospital months you stayed
With beauty and smiles, my heart you comforted
But why on the last drop
Committed and loving, care you rendered
My soul filled with joy and happiness
But why on the last tear drop
When I needed you the most like thirsty relieving water
Hopeless and helplessly wishing to last bid warm farewell
You vowed never to set an eye on the poor me again
But why on my last breath
Bitterness to the Last Drop
Bitterness to the last drop, knowing that the insanity needs to stop
Bitterness has won the fight that seems endless. Pleading to begin on a fridge of upper awareness. Wrapped in a world wind of confusion.
With no resolve and no conclusion
Friction mixed with fusion.
Ready to explode
This bitterness that lingers overhead, all throughout the soul
Blinded by its fumes and its taste.
What a waste? The way it manipulates the mind.
Blind, for an instant of this bitter candy, that seems to latch on.
When your remaining thoughts now, are dead and gone.
Furious, yet curious by the way it consumes, the way you think.
Not able or willing to pull away from its addictive sinking brink.
THINK!
When can you believe the ill feelings of its effectiveness?
Leaving others with this unsettling feeling towards selectiveness
When every thing seems lost in this great myth.
Which leaves you stricken to the core with bitterness.
Darius Howard 8/29/16
Morning coffee burns
when it hits my sleepy lips
boy, it sure tastes good!
.......The last drop of tear………
Embracing the eyes, caressing them
The last drop of tears is most beautiful
It doesn’t shed and leave eyes like its brethren
It remains with eyes till the end; dutiful
And it only leaves when eyes stop crying
It ensures the woes are gone; pain thus ended
Indeed the tear stakes its own life, its existence
But never quits its efforts: meaningful and splendid
And when it loses its life; let its corpse disperse in air
Even then its soul is there, to be together, to care
And its warmth reminds eyes not to cry anymore
But to respect tear’s endeavors: so selfless, so pure
And then eyes smile; pain ends; moments rejoice
The unsung saga of last drop of tear, it dies but ends the cries…
As I picked up the glass
I felt its weight
I felt its coolness
Its perfect smoothness
So where does gravity find a grip?
As I sipped the wine
I tasted aromas deep
I tasted the sun on rounded grapes
Grown in distant, romantic landscapes
So how did the taste get to travel?
As I saw the light reflected red
I saw the rings of colour
I saw the glow, I saw the faded pallor
In the edges of the light
So why did the light leave no mark?
And as I turned to weightlessness
And became a deathly stench
I turned into eternal light
My hand being firmly clenched
So why are You taking me home?
I am in love with this girl.
This girl who tries so hard
to hold the galaxies of emotion in,
in an attempt to rid mankind of it’s beauty.
I’m in love with this girl
who sees faults in our stars
and cries for them.
I am in love with this girl
whose every being consists of stardust,
One much like the other.
And my love for this girl does not wane,
For I shall wait until those eyes
look at time itself and make it smile.
For the time it takes,
will be the time until,
the time until the last drop of stardust
fills me with everything it has,
and I am taken.
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