Long Afters Poems
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Light arrives from its flight
wheeling behind its suitcase of shadows,
exposures, echoes and consequences.
It spills its hoard across the floor,
and gathers remnant dark
remains from dim corners.
It daubs and stitches
black silhouette capes and patches
behind all it passes.
These shadowy figures are light's wind vanes
tracing where its being seen.
Light reveals the cracks, dents, dust and flaws
hidden by unrealized expectations.
It dusts the scene for fingerprints
and other forensic traces
bringing all the hidden
unseemly before and afters
into stark relief.
Nothing escapes light's black valise
carry-on bag.
In the name of God,
myriads of innocents have been slain.
In a time of war,
God takes sides, they enthusiastically proclaim.
But,
What effect does this teaching have,
on all the masses?
Those pawns in the game,
found among all the classes?
They say God is dead, because they just don't understand,
Why pain and suffering is in the heart of every child and man.
But,
They're not to blame, for feeling the way that they do,
Those looked to for answers, just don't teach them the truth.
In the name of God they teach,
When innocent people die in earthquakes, and in fires.
The clergy tell them "it's God's will", that's what he desires.
That he kills innocent children, even if it's a car accident,
They paint God cruel, and sadistic, but, he takes offense.
He sees their failure to lead his hungry sheep to greener pastures.
Distracting them all with, supercilious, heavenly ever afters.
People need real answers, ones that really satisfy the hungry soul,
leaders dressed in white, point to politics, as their spiritual goal.
In the name of God, they abuse the innocent young children.
Then cover it up, saying they represent the true religion.
No wonder people leave, en masse, the mainstream churches,
They feel abandoned, thirsty for truth, but, left in the lurches.
In the name of God. they teach, Adam and Eve are mere fables,
An allegorical story to be recited, around bedtime tables.
But,
Take a second look at Genesis, it records the human family tree.
Tracing our history from Adam to Abraham, it's all our geneology.
In the name of God, they teach as truth, the theory of evolution.
That artfully contrived story, supposed history, with no real solution.
In the name of God, they persecute, and kill all true Christians.
In the name of God, and their corruption of the true religion.
But,
God sees it all, the lies, the pain caused by malevolent deception.
They'll all get what they deserve, Divine judgement, without exception.
John Derek Hamilton November 09,2015
Imagine, for this night, you are the queen of Fairy Tale land.
I, too, am a prince, from Make-Believe kingdom.
From beyond our cocooned proximity,
the night shimmers in and thickens to a silken thread of moonlight
that the crone will soon spindle into her never-ending story
of billion constellations, both seen and unseen
by naked, desperate novas.
We, entwined, like the roots under a rabid rainforest,
pale as innocence, battering feverishly against the stones for ever afters,
seize Avalon, and reject Camelot.
The canopy of fireflies synchronises in raw euphoria,
a rebel Excalibur.
The wind matures around us.
Tomorrow may be an inevitable notion,
but my queen of Fairy Tale land,
my sword, shield, bow, toothbrush, unicorn,
a worn-out copy of The Arabian Nights,
all lay bare before your lion throne.
This world was once a crevice between fire and ice.
Fire and ice run in our veins,
from me to you and back into the realm of drunken fairies,
where the bumblebee heart of the day
is yet to ignite the pomegranate sky.
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Date: 17 / 02 / 2016
Even though you may not be looking, always believe that love is cooking.Quote - Poet’s own
Bake love each day the whole of your life
Mixed with fervour and all kinds of spice
Everything you've ever hungered for
Hopes, dreams, wishes and all you adore.
Stir in measureless ardent passion
Sprinkle on top some sweet compassion
Simmer slowly on the lowest heat
‘Til your heartbeats are on the increase.
Then turn the temperature way up
Whilst drinking wine from the loving cup
Prepare the aura ready to eat
Soft music, dim lights during the feast.
Tempt palates with a special delight
Of afters that please the appetite
Just as we need food so we may live
We’re all in need of love to exist.
I hope you will test my recipe
It truly has done wonders for me.
What wonderful and frightening imaginings time has dealt
in having lived these years and seen and felt,
decades plus of sadness, joy, and laughter,
fear and love, unhappy happy ever afters;
First came the dreams,
rising out of poverty and self-worth upon this earth
then the early crawl and fallen steps growing out of birth,
distrust and hate in skirmishes after a world at war
when soldiers, fathers, and sons sadly gave their lives
for freedom to reign as their world's prize
suddenly in the shadows filled with innocence
power mongers hold still with lies at will insolent;
the people struggle, live and die, laugh and cry
as louder voices wield the reins
and steal the freedoms gained
does history ever change?
If I had more time to write
Oh the stories I would tell
The tales of Kingdoms rising
and later how they fell
Of Princesses locked in towers
With golden locks of hair
I would tell tales so convincingly
my friend I’d transport you there
Yes there’d be mythical fables
Magical beasts rising from the sea
Fairies dancing in the moonlight
As you hide behind a tree
Yes you would be the hero
Rescuing a maiden from a foe
She’d reward for your valour
With a passion hot and slow
The stars in the heavens
too numerous to measure
would pale by comparison
to your earthly treasure
Happily ever afters
each and every Tale
The hero of all my Stories
You my friend would never fail
But alas I’m kinda busy
Those words you’ll never see
Because I’m short of time
Instead of you, I’ll write of me.
Undo utopia no more...say no more...silence is what I hear only...I am the shadow and the lonely...I am not of this world...
Never-ending happy ever afters
Wretchedness warped me up in wicked wellness and I splash in wandering wishing wells
Ragged as a rag doll and radiant as a rose
Adoration is glowing and glimmering like a whirlpool of reminiscent light
Pour forth your passion upon me pleasantly
YOLO to this world of wretchedness and wondrous wickedness of woes, trickling down our toes of I-don’t-know’s
Own the night tonight and blossom bright with delight and might
Ugliness will turn to blissfulness
Really damaged in remedyless remnant of lies and I wish away your goodbyes...the truth will farewell your tribulation and its sensation
When will you love me?
I don’t see possibly and will never see it as a possibility...the opportunity of this life has faded into view...because I adore you
Now, you know me and how I can disappear your fear in your horrid, yet hopeful heart of shattered stone and all-alone-and-on-your-own
Gingerly grabbing a hold of my lovely, lamentable life...cutting away epic strife...on my wrists of blood...misunderstood and suicidal and God, be with me through and through...who knew I would be this poor in spirit and lose all my wit...bit by bit, I sit down in emptiness...succumb to the dumb and numb inside me...free me sincerely...
Serenity has wings like butterflies out of ribcages...roaming around in many kinds of rages and letting go of corruption’s clever cages...wear a brave face and embrace grace...
The woods were covered with sprinkling of new snow
gleaming and sparkling as if covered with diamonds
low laying mist covered the ground hiding things
into the clearing slinking crept the large wolf
He slunk down onto his belly as he got closer
well known as the ghost wolf or spirit wolf
few had seen him though many heard him nightly
always alone singing out his heart to the moon
Preferring a solitary life he ranged far and wide
right now he had an elk in his sights for dinner
a flash of silver as he pounced, the deed done
blood dripping from his nuzzle he howled and howled
A full belly and afters stashed away for another day
his thoughts turned to other things, a tantalising smell
a she wolf nearby was in oestrogen her scent lingering
tempting and teasing. he followed her trail, love in his heart
Finding her they played and flirted chasing each other
with her not sure it needs two or more to raise cubs
teasing her until nature had its way they mated at last
now you hear a pair of wolves serenading the bright moon
I wished you a Happy Christmas Eve and Christmas Day with merriment and laughter
and now I wish you Happy December 26 the less well known…day after.
(If you are from the United Kingdom or Canada…put this poem away
You have solved December 26th’s dilemma by celebrating Boxing Day)
But in America December 26 is a day that attempts to be brave and save face
for it knows it could have been a holiday but had to settle for second place.
Yes, I’m afraid December 26 in history is fated to remain unreckoned.
doomed to stand in relative obscurity with its neighbor January 2nd.
Today I celebrate all those days who because of their chronological lateness
are destined to travel down the path of history...one day away from greatness.
Do you know the name of the first man on the moon? Of course, everybody does.
But do you remember the second, Ed Aldrin, his friends and family called him Buzz.
We remember Edmund Hillary, the first to scale Mt. Everest, the first to find his way
but who remembers, Tenzing Norgay, the sherpa who accompanied him that day?
They climbed the tallest mountain in the world but the second is almost as high
Yet K-2 is only an afterthought, kind of like the 5th of July.
We remember Snow White as the first movie Disney brought to the silver screen
but the second, Pinocchio must take its place next to the innocuous March 18.
Everyone knows Amelia Earhart, her story is one of courage and devotion
She was the first woman to fly solo across the Atlantic Ocean.
The second was Geraldine Mock, at her even more accolades were hurled
for she kept going after crossing the Atlantic, and flew around the world.
Isn’t it funny how life works, for none of us could have foreseen
that Geraldine would be disregarded in history like the day after Halloween.
But such is the way the calendar unfolds from January to December
Some days, like people, are destined for greatness while others we hardly remember.
I think it’s time we change all that and give these days and people their due.
for I believe second places and day afters deserve a home in our hearts too.
So hold your head up December 26th…you have no reason to whine…
After all you could come around only once every 4 years….
my condolences to February 29.
Tendrils of shared thought
travel infinite unknowns
—–
If in the known
we separate
If parted?
my will threads ,
weaving,
to you
As a neon light of joy
breathing through life,
calling my ancient name
drawing to home,
and once again
our wills shall inter-chain
A rhythm in life,
the bass of your heart
will find me,
leagues deep
I shall resurface,
thumping to life,
again within you
In the flowing now,
bask,
to the following,
breathless
and unknowing,
I accept the grace of time
and tide,
floating the eddy’s
If by some unknown
we fail in rediscovery
a dream carrying grace
and flowered in life
blooms eternally
Carrying your essence
in presence,
Seeping though walks
wearing an age,
is a comfort dulling
the want to yearn
This will carry through
all eve-rs and afters,
as one.
For we were never parted,
always in unity of each other
latticed together
So I search
to universes end,
with you