Long Afterworld Poems
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Two gazes crossed in the crowded room
Discreetly, without being discovered
Sending a message that only someone
Who is in love decodes its meaning
Sometimes eyes reveal the feelings
Buried in the depths of the soul
Unrevealed and taken to afterworld
For the fear of uncover the heart
Wandering about the color of love
Young lady sits in a wood bench
Golden leaves falling as a shower
Covering her brunette wavy hair
Gallant gentleman approached the lady
Talking about the azure hues in the sky
Rising a curtain of hope for the future
Only time will tell the happy ending
For She Sits Alone Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Eve
Second Place
August 10, 2017
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
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Our claim to fame is the flame they acclaim,
No other tongue can sing our triumphs better—let’s not bung ours.
The choice to rise as best each hour is ours to take,
There is no shame in how we play the game;
Once our name is known, their proud tongues will tame.
Sing your praises, and the world will string the chorus.
To reach the peak is no mere freak, it takes God’s grace and focus.
Claim each victory, let silence flee as we free our wings,
Our voices hold the miracles that open deaf ears—
If only we believe, for silence brings no relief.
Prayer alone can never balance the equation.
So let’s pray with zeal and work with steel, no one can steal grace.
Pray as though only prayer will be enough,
Work as though only work will be enough.
Balance the scale with wisdom and guidance to God’s kingdom.
So when death dares to knock upon our door,
Our name shall be carved in the stone of posterity.
We will not tremble nor bow our heads in coward’s dread;
The brave die once, but cowards die again and again—
The grave dyes only flesh, not the spirit of valiant men.
And if in heaven we plant our feet at last,
To every question, our mouths will answer steadfast—
Our spine erect, proud of a world well lived,
That the afterworld may be richly spent with full intent.
But if, perchance, we fall from heaven’s embrace,
Earth’s fleeting pleasures will serve as our reprieve.
amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul
affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly
Ares and Abyssinian Astarte admixture
acquiescence affliction affected adroitly,
and abruptly abends accessible
altruistic alms axed
albeit admonishing, alluding,
and attributing authored
autonomous anonymous adroit arriviste agents
accompanying as accomplished accomplices
accredited ace advertisers
applaud ascendent assaults amidst agonizing appeals
acting all acrimoniously apropos
avowedly ardently, and antagonistically, agitating
appositely advocating ancillary assistance
addict adrift afloat anchors away
along, among, and an alias archenemy -
adorned abominable assassin alters ambition
adroitly, aggressively, absolutely
addict announces asseveration
against avid admonishment
alarmingly annulling authentic affiliation
anew anonymous ability acclaims alignment
aegis actually adversarial abetting attrition appetite
acceleration ascendent after aplenty anesthetization
additionally activating arced analogous arrow
advancing added abdominal and arterial agony
abject ambivalence arrests accomplishments attainable
any artistic avocation absconded
asper auditorial approbation, animadversion
artificial aggrandizement abrogates astuteness
appropriate adjudication affronted
alternative afforded amnesty about acing audioslave
as ambition assumes arriviste affectation
already appalling alacrity awakens amendment
although Awol administration adamant
acrimonious affront agonizingly attributable
announces another afterworld
apparent ailing apparition
ardent allegiance asking anyone appreciable affix
apathy abounds attending apriorism allotment.
Until I got to college I had never heard the term black or white.
Because I was not listening possibly, or more so that I never thought about it.
Some people did not have freckles, I was envious of that.
Some had curly hair. I was envious of that too.
Some had height. I still dream of height; I think I always will.
But skin color being a thing? This was a concept I had never thought of.
I grew up with a white father whose best friend was Quig Kelley, a black man.
We never thought of Quig as black; we thought of Quig as Quig.
Quig had a loud laugh, and he and my dad liked to laugh a lot!
If you would have told me Quig was a black man I would have laughed.
Skin color was not a thing in my world.
I was raised knowing that we are all God’s children.
We are all humans.
I did know that I was different than others. I felt paisley in a plaid world.
I felt that I must have been adopted; I kept waiting to be told this was true.
Because I did not fit in with anybody I knew.
I did not have the same religion as my parents.
I instantly knew what I instantly knew; and spirituality was my path.
I believed in the ba and the ka without question when I studied Old Egyptian religion.
I believed that we can communicate with the afterworld
because I always have.
Skin color being a big thing?
I throw my head back and laugh like Quig and Daddy.
the skelton of the watch
a vigil for the passing dead
things left unfed
wraiths wander on
watching wanting waiting
guiding the blind in to the light
the instruments of time to mark mortality
counting the seconds, minutes, hours in life
the harbinger of the dread,
the dead stands in the hall
the reapers machine runs
in time to creations
metronome an artifact at the dawn of ages
of ancient design
in mechanisms of bone,
gears, wires and things unknown
deep in the watch of night
of bones of springs gears and strings
deep in the heart of night
a complex something
the visions of the afterworld
the passing of the souls into the void
the watcher stands, a shadow deep in the woods
the reapers final toll, crimson of the inferno
first flames of a holy eucharist
lucy's fire burning bright
counting of the seconds of a second christ
the coming king of Midnight
the light bringer a skeletal vision
image remains, like the afterlight
of a photograph
afterflash a ghost of light hangs in the space
hangs the coming dead
the future in stillbirth amber aftermath
the thing in the dark woods
bury it deep in ice and black snow
Thermal Nuclear Winter wills its dark deeds
an odd object ornate with jagged jade inlays
Glitter in the dark twin pinpricks seem
at midnight the hour strikes
ringing of the chimes
a call for the final toll
a sentinel figure the armature of a shallow
shadowy man of bones, strings, gears, something sinister
watches, waiting, wanting and willing
A deed and a desire of the coming fire standing a dark vigil
Step all over your footsteps of past
throw away your tear wet napkin
slowly cut your wrists than touch your lips
as if death can't come soon enough
call all your selfish ideas, pick one
hopefully one will end you forever.
Stand still sudden feel of needle thrill
high and free you live the dream
that smell won't leave my clothes
in this afterworld I'm awake and cold
now I know I will never grow old.