Long Ash Poems
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The air smell cloudy,
With a hint of rain.
Come all this way by trustin’
In a thin white cane.
If a wink is as good as a nod,
What’s a brotha ta do?
Should Jesus come again in glory,
Wouldn’t chance to see that, too.
Can’t read the street signs
When I’m walkin’ home.
Don’t never ask directions,
Gotta make it on my own.
Oh, the speck in thy neighbor’s eye…
Some be never so blind.
An honest man in Orleans Parish
Ain’t no easy thing to find.
It’s a game of countin’ footsteps
When I stroll down Rue Dupre
And the landmarks I rely on
Ain’t the kind the eye can see.
My woodstove crackle
When I burn the mail.
The magic wind of radio
Done fill my sail.
Gotta reach for the bulb to tell
If the table lamp on.
A moonless night and empty skyline,
All the brilliant stars are gone.
Sweet voice on FM
Bridges time and space.
You know I’d give the world
If I could touch her face
In a gentle and sensitive way
For to know how she feel.
Get to the pearl inside the oyster
At the bottom of the deal.
Sense desire in her fragrance,
Feel the fire in her skin
Taste the ocean’s salty wonder
When the levee’s giving in.
Don’t say no prayers for me, padre.
When the lights go out,
My soul can find its own way in the dark.
And pretty mama, when I git ya,
I'm gonna lick them ashes off.
First they bombarded the shore; but that was not enough.
Clever Kuribayashi knew how to fight.
Those storming the island did not expect a battle so rough.
Now we will see if Kuribayashi was right.
Guns battering the island made little stir.
For entrenched beneath the soil the enemy soldiers were.
In the night and out of the ground the enemy came.
It was then the marines knew this island would not be the same.
Under the force of the Imperial Empire all of Asia shook.
The Land of the Rising Sun has her greedy politicians to blame.
That's why after this war, the same she shall not look.
On Bloody Iwo the hearts of men grew colder and colder.
Will we be left standing? Our foe is tough and this island belongs to her.
Upon this place of ash and blood two empires fought; who really is to blame?
Guns, blades, and vehicles of war caused many to go down in flame.
These events you will now hear about only in a documentary or a book.
But quiet graves and scarred memories still remain.
Put out now is the hell fire, and gone is all it took.
As yet another summer grows old,
Jasmine senses the coming cold.
Amid the dancing autumn leaves,
In the shadows, a boy grieves!
Gold memories of the golden days,
But feeling yet the warming rays.
Splash of water, soaring kites-
Softly dream of summer's rites,
Secret, satiny, whispering wind,
The forever journey never spends.
Around the bend is summer's ghost,
A vividly arrayed, gracious host!
And I know the days were mellow,
And the starry nights were indigo,
I know the sun shone in his eyes,
He always hates the sad goodbyes!
And now in the silence complete,
Winter's waiting out on the street.
And Ashley is somewhat downcast,
To see frolicsome summer's last!
Wee birdies sing in treetop nest,
Enjoying sunbeams while so blest,
For summer is gone all too soon,
And in its place the harvest moon.
I am both a brown and an ash horse
As ash I limp a little and tilt too
In the blue field
As brown I keep words in your jar
Till they are butterfly to disappear
In the multicolored air
I wanted them for my hair
Time did not care
I want to put my white rings
In your embroidered oval box
Awesome nothings that are everything
Come out as rhododendrons
As we draw the crayons
Some of them in the wings of a heron
Gold and orange splashing lyrics
Linger please
A little
As the lamplight chats with the keen leaves
Of the money plant beside my bed
I pant for words of poetry
Fireflies laugh with green glee
Last night some stars fell there
I look for them now near my pillow
The ash laughs
Red and green up and down
In the cardiograph
Billows are all gone
While putting on the gown
Eyes reach at the mirror
The brown wears a crown
November 21, 2017
Oh, the choreography of a crescent,
Where orchids dream amongst the subtle dust,
Weaving visions of vermilion wishes,
Signing scribbles surrounding the stars,
What a mouth-watering ornament,
A flickering flame frosted for eternity
Like the crust around a metaphorical mess
Listen to the velvet croissant curled up in the constellations of a poet’s sky,
Cradling along the corners of our eyes,
The buttery beam of hope is in the clouds,
Gazing with a golden gloss right through a bruised heart,
Might the tales of the torn trust be of any use?
To the pearly silhouette that levitates,
Like a luscious lantern, fully fragrant and flawless,
Guide me, Arc of abundance,
Feed me, in the tenderness of your aroma,
Never let these fingers wonder when to let go,
Make the time go slow,
While the night blooms flow,
Mighty frozen snow,
Merging in a magical merlot mist,
You are the verses in the ash harboring the silence in my tears.
The Toast
by Michael R. Burch
For longings warmed by tepid suns
(brief lusts that animated clay),
for passions wilted at the bud
and skies grown desolate and grey,
for stars that fell from tinseled heights
and mountains bleak and scarred and lone,
for seas reflecting distant suns
and weeds that thrive where seeds were sown,
for waltzes ending in a hush,
for rhymes that fade as pages close,
for flames’ exhausted, drifting ash,
and petals falling from the rose, ...
I raise my cup before I drink,
saluting ghosts of loves long dead,
and silently propose a toast—
to joys set free, and those I fled.
Originally published by Contemporary Rhyme. Keywords/Tags: toast, death, time, passages, dreams, clay, flesh, ash, sun, sunset, age, grave, end
"Good morning," she softly whispered, thinking he'd spoken at her side. Then, Truly closed her eyes hoping to dream of him again. Sleep refused her desire to return to him in his rose garden. She tossed and turned, reached for the pillow that should be cradling his head.
Frustrated, Truly rose and sat on the cold hearth, stirring embers to give life to the fire. Staring into the flames, she recalled his affectionate words as he held her hand when they'd walked in the snow. She tried to hold her tears in check, but her emotions would not be denied. Moonlight shown on her through the window, but she refused to look at it, for it only brought back memories of what they'd once shared.
snowflakes in the night
stirred memories in her heart ~
embers burned to ash
Dear Sun,
How fierce you burn,
Scorching the tender leaves of our birth,
Reducing seeds of hope to ash—
All because of your unmeasured hunger.
Dear Sun,
You have drained our rivers,
Betrayed our trust.
We entrusted you with life,
Yet you stripped us bare
And left us destitute.
Sun of Greed,
We once adored your name,
But your appetite has consumed even yourself.
You do not know your limits,
You do not know your own.
Despite all,
yet—
We endure.
We rise.
We will survive,
With or without you.
For our hope is no longer in your hands,
But in our own unbroken fate.
We seek to live,
We seek to thrive.
No longer chained to your fire,
We choose life over death,
Justice over silence,
Peace over despair.
If life were all the silly words I wrote,
in my love's long, unwinnable campaign,
a losing battle, whose odds were remote,
it would have been lived entirely in vain.
If life were all the awkward words I spoke,
those signs that I could never make you hear,
which might as well go up in fading smoke,
I can only hope it would disappear.
If life were all the foolish words I thought,
dreaming things far beyond my humble reach,
I guess it would be, just as well as not,
scattered in the cold water by the beach.
So, take my corpse and my verses, in ash,
and drop them where no one can hear them splash.
Dust
by Michael R. Burch
Flame within flame,
we burned and burned relentlessly
till there was nothing left to be consumed.
Only ash remained, the smoke plumed
like a spirit leaving its corpse, and we
were left with only a name
ever common between us.
We had thought to love "eternally, "
but the wick sputtered, the candle swooned,
the flame subsided, the smoke ballooned,
and our commonest thought was: flee, flee, flee
the choking dust.
Keywords/Tags: love, relationship, relationships, divorce, parting, separation, loneliness, alienation, grief, sorrow, lost love, loss, lost, dust, ash, ashes