Long Bleak Poems
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She intuitively knew she had to come here
This town that just happens to be so near
To the one who bears his heart oh so clear,
After meeting, promised to never disappear.
Waited upon a metaphorical mountain peak,
Living in her truth her heart will always seek.
He came to her when future seemed bleak,
"You deserve better," kissing her cheek.
"I only desire you," she whispered softly
Into his ear as she held him so tenderly.
Her devotion had moved him emotionally,
As he fought his sense of temptation silently.
Eventually, he embraced her ever closer,
The energies of their souls evolved further,
As their love soon made everything better.
Never again would they lose each other.
I love hanging around family and friends
on Thanksgiving Day.
And the Macy's Thanksgiving day parade on
the tv.
The amazing aromas of the food just fill the
air.
The table is sat, The golden Turkey, stuffing, gravy, Ham, Mac and Cheese, Collard Greens, Dinner rolls, Cranberry sauce, Cakes, Sweet
Potato Pies and assorted drinks.
Then we say grace, and go around the table
and say what we are thankful for.
But due to the pandemic of COVID-19 Thanksgiving isn’t going to be the same this
year.
It's almost like the special day is canceled.
The government officials are suggesting that if
isn't necessary, don't travel on an airplane.
There has been a surge in new Covid 19
cases.
Families all over the world are missing their families, and tremendously.
This year has been filled with a lot of heartache and pain.
We must celebrate Thanksgiving differently this year.
Some are having zoom potlucks, creating new
ways to celebrate.
Although this year has been very bleak, there is still much to be thankful for.
Happy Thanksgiving from me to you.
Alexis Y.
11/25/2020
As a misty autumn succumbs to winters harsh chilling grasp.
The sky turns bleak and hues of shrouding grey.
The ominous days unfold shorter and colder.
The remnants of vegetation lie pitifully withered and sparse,
as nature rests dead and in the throws of decay.
Early morning frost like sprinkled powder
smothers a barren land
and shards of ice hang from naked trees as fingers of a hand.
Dew drops appear like goose bumps,
along a parade of wrinkly naked trees.
Bare branches and rooftops seem lifeless,
as birds have no desire for frosty serenades.
Trampled iced leaves, decay in ashen damp air,
as snail-like sluggish humanity adorns its seasonal fleece.
Despite winter's scentless bitter breaths,
the soul ignites an internal bonfire -
radiating a vigilant glow to the surface.
Silent One collaboration with Peter Dome.
13 November 2020
Thank you Peter for this brilliant collaboration.
Peter is a very talented poet, please check out his poetry.
I lifted you up in your hardest times,
and made your challenge mine...
by letting you take comfort in my inspiring words!
I exchanged my smile for yours,
so that you could be very hopeful and happy;
and whichever sacrifices and strides
it demanded, I accepted them with a great joy inside,
and today I ask you to do the same for me!
Lover, lift me up now, to help me face my days so bleak and gray;
my courage is frozen into the fearful heart that can't speak,
my enthusiasm is losing its ardor and dying away
in the gestures that showed much zeal!
Who was there to listen when the need did arise,
and you laughed in sheer surprise...
to watch the purple sunset vanish into the evening's infinity,
where all that was visible and was a spectacle of beauty?
I sang you songs that my skillful fingers
strummed on my shiny guitar, which stood amid
music books and old albums of bygone eras;
remember the thrill in my vocals and lyrics:
wasn't it amazing? Never awkward or sad!
Lover, pick up that guitar and make it come alive...
as if I were playing it with a mastery that's so inimitable
to give me back what i adored and was kind of wonderful!
Lover, lift me up now...with compassion and kindness;
my charm is not only seen in my body and smile,
but in everything you touch and feel!
And how can we cross, with little effort,
the distance between us and the twinkling stars:
to feel the peace of the Heavens above us?
Lover, lift me up now...as I reached out to you yesterday;
lover, lift me up now and heal all my hurt today!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I am in a writing mood
But someone wants me to fix some food
I had a line that I hadn't forgot
Someone wanted me to check the clock
I love these moods when words just flow
Someone stepped on my toe
The rain pours down in continous rhyme
But right now I haven't got the thyme
The thyme slows down in January
And I can enjoy the singing Canary
Or Goldfinch as it feeds on Rebeckia
A dash of yellow on bleak cloudy Yucca
Slip out on the porch in damp and cold
Just what I need to restore my soul
Green is showing on Japanese Magnolia
Buds are popping and really acromegaly
Star Magnolia what a treat
Buds could be open in a week
But I know within my heart
Colder must come before spring starts
Out on the porch one more time
God granted me a few more rhymes
I shine in the dark,
A solitary flicker in the night,
A beacon of hope, a spark,
Guiding lost souls to the light.
I may be small, but I am bright,
My glow penetrates the gloom,
Through the shadows, my light takes flight,
My radiance pierces the doom.
My brilliance is not to be ignored,
Though I may seem insignificant,
It's in the dark that I am adored,
A symbol of pure resilience.
For in the depths of the unknown,
Where fear and dread reside,
My light can't be overthrown,
I'm a force not easily denied.
So though the night may seem bleak,
And the darkness a daunting place,
Fear not, for I am here to speak,
And to shine light on the unknown space.
I am the light in the dark,
A beacon of hope, a spark.
I wandered and pondered my bleak isolation
As I slowly perused this wide open space
That one cloud above me seemed, like me, quite lonely
Its passage was slow as it matched my own pace
And then I saw poppies so tall, red and bold
I wished they were daffies in yellow and gold
The lake in its vastness reflected the skies
And sprinkles of sunlight beyond that lone cloud
Peppered the ripples with myriad eyes
And led me to feel like I walked with a crowd
While unopened poppies stand tall with bowed heads
They’ll stand even taller displaying their reds
Could there be any more precious a day
I all at once yearned to be no other place
With sunlight and ripples and poppies that sway
I found that a smile had enlivened my face
For such a sight might make an old poet gay
(Which one should interpret the old fashioned way)
For oftentimes upon my old sofa lain
I reminisce of all those poppies so red
Their petals occur to me now and again
But gold hues hold sway in my head
Though poppies, that day, cleared my mind of its ills
I still wish that they had all been daffodils
Hatred for some races
there’re a few of us
Whom we may not trust
Some of us hate our fellow man just
Cause for the color of their skins
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
But man about
Hatred and strive
What kind of world is this we’re in
Some whites hate blacks
Some blacks hate whites
As some whites hate Hispanics
As some hate Asians
What kind of world are we in
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
When in the ground are skins decay
Disintegrates
What kind of mistrust, deceitfulness
And haltered bounds us
IN the casket, in the grave, and in heaven in hell
Color just doesn’t matter
For we rot and decay
For we put on a new body
Some of us will stand, walk before the Lord and God
The other some of us, will just burn, rot and bust
Into the flames of condemnation
You see God and Jesus and the Angels are no color
The color of their substances is love
The color of their substances is mercy
The color of their substances is grace
May the everlasting fire come upon us
to forever drown
tormented
yet we sin
troubled, troubled
a child, some of us repented not
This is why we rot and burst
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
The curtain closes
an empty jar on the table, a maroon smile
there is only embarrassment
tortured
bleak, troubled times
LET US STOP, STOP RIGHT NOW THIS HATRED FOR THE RACES
God forgive us for the,
hatred for some races
So shall I love my sister, my brother
No matter their color
For there’s no colored God
For His (God’s) mercy and grace
Covers are face, no matter what color we are
6/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2021©
I have a lesson of how Satan stole my shattered soul.
He prayed on my wounded heart,
while leading me into temptation.
I was trapped in a spell.
My indiscretions took over my life
leading me down the darkest path of desolation.
A breath from rock bottom,
I was moments away from having a soul.
Life was bleak. Life was dreary.
I used to be happy, pretty, and sweet.
Instead, I had lost all decency.
I called upon all inevitable
mortality—a rapid false end to all my
problems and pain.
Everything I had was sold while
my home became a broken shell,
faded in second to my cold sweats, anxiety, and shaking
despair in the clutches of evil.
I was so low and out of control.
My life meant nothing as I chased after the devil’s gold.
In one sole direction I was
…falling…falling...into eternal loss and
soon straight to my death.
It's a rainy night
So cold and so wet
Under a streetlight
Two black ravens silhouette
What are they up to
Why are they there
As they stare at my window
In precision glare
Have they come for me
Has the reaper spoken
Is my life on this earth
No longer a token
The rain gets heavier
As their plumage deflects
They sit their patiently
Am i their select
As i sit by my window
I drift off to sleep
To a dark world i enter
Full of ravens, and bleak
I find myself
In a room with no view
Not even a door
So what did i come through
On the floor i sit
Surrounded by dark
I shout to the space
Stark
I shudder awake
And at the window i see
Two black ravens
Staring at me
In blind panic
I lash out at the glass
My hands go through
As my wrists cut in the smash
My blood drains from me
As my eyes start to close
In delirium drift
Were they ravens or crows
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