Long Bridges Poems
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Burn, Baby, Burn.
I was born in flames
In the screams
In the tears of despair
On grief that never healed
On bodies left broken
On shattered glass and empty hands
Just rage
And night
Burning through their eyes
I was born in fire
Burning with city fever
On July 14th
A night when time froze
Tweny-five hours.
No light
No mercy
Just blackout
A hole with no fireworks
A silence too loud
Dark night
Dark hearts
Cardiac sirens
No trace of kindness
The heroes hid
And “Son of Sam”
Yes, “Son of Sam”
The lover-slayer
Wrote love letters dipped in venom
His poetry
A slow, cruel burn
Each word
A loaded match
Each line
A whispered threat
But even then
Even there,
Something still breathed
I was born in flames
Between a siren’s scream
And a DJ’s scratch
Patching the universe
With stolen vinyl
And holy defiance
I was born in flames
Between silence and looting
Between the fall and the fight
And ever since
I walk
With history’s ashes
Pressed into the soles
Of my heart
Burn, baby, burn
Through the chaos
We heard a dance
A scream became a song
Burn, baby, burn
Bodies didn’t flee
They held
They spun
Burn, baby, burn
They kissed
On bridges still trembling
Still laughing
Behind every ash
There is a flame
Behind every ruin
There is blood
And behind me
There is you
My love.
Aby M. July 2025
Listen attentively when she speaks to you,
Understand the hidden depths of her feelings,
If you’ve made a mistake, apologize sincerely,
And let each word heal her wounded heart.
But if she wishes to end things, do not let her go,
Ask her to stay and promise you will change,
When she’s angry, offer her the space to calm down,
And show her you’re there, an unwavering anchor of support.
When she’s happy, share in her joy,
Celebrate the love that unites your hearts,
And if she’s confused, be patient and kind,
Gently guiding her to a clearer mind.
In the silent dance of my thoughts, I get lost,
For love is an ocean of emotions that binds us,
Each verse is an attempt to understand the mystery,
Where words are bridges over vast silences,
And in the depths of each shared moment,
Lies the essence of what it means to love,
To be there, always, in every moment of searching and finding,
In a world where hearts seek and find each other,
Where love is an unwritten, lived poem,
A continuous stream of consciousness that unites souls.
Ebullient fluid ecstasy
cascades charisma
across the fabric
of the valley of time,
as on convivial canvas
of sanguinity
the emotive artist
paints the fresco
of poignant panorama
of designed dreams,
perceives in stupor
of ephemeral transit
the cadenced essence
of fleeting feeling,
long unsensed,
life is then
a lattice of rapture,
called marvel…
Miasma of trance
envelops insight vista
of amorphous dreams
of mystique motif,
drifts diffused
from obscurity cauldron
to nowhere,
infatuated mind weaves
tapestry of conviction
with seraphic strands
of possessed passion,
dispels determined
the unseized illusions
dismally distant,
life is then
an attitude of sensation,
called euphoria…
In the reverie river
flowing fervent
to the eternal sea,
the mariner mind
sails on winsome waves
of ceaseless delight,
evades the debris
of denuded wasteland,
floats away
across burdened bridges
that break behind,
as vintage voyage
seeking the contentment
of the enigmatic end
envisions in the gleam
of twilight spectrum
its anchorage
in bay of bliss,
cravingly configured
at the filigree fringe
of sunset scene
in halcyon horizon,
life is then
an opinion of acuity,
called beauty…
I'm convinced that if we can't be civil, we must separate.
The differences are becoming too great.
The privileged and the entitled
feeding on the exceptions to the rule.
Plucking out the worst of our races
The rotten grapes of our society.
Displayed in a crystal-clear bowl
for all the world to see.
Dirty black and dirty white laundry
hanging upon a thin blue line.
Pin-headed agitators preparing the bonfire.
It's time to separate-go our own ways,
rather than sling boulders
push each other into pits and grates.
We need a two-state solution and quickly.
But first we have to build a wall between us.
The building of bridges experiment has burned down.
But if and when things settle down
{when we grow up a little}
we could open a door in the wall.
Have a supervised play date.
With pictures of Gandhi-Martin Luther King
rimming the sandbox-to set the mood straight...
With God and the {international} guard at the ready
Just in case we start slinging sand, bricks, and binkies...again.
What to look for?
Where do errors lie?
Are they in the eye of the beholder
or do they lie?
I believe I’m a poet,
a prophet of paraphrase,
a swindler of alliteration,
the rhyme above all reason.
I think I know!
Am I who I think I am?
A big fat ham.
My eyes wander -
cross-eyed thinkers,
blinking s.o.s.
How Do I Overcome Success
I
Mean
Mistakes
As big as a lobster-steak!
Have a stake in me.
Teach me your tricks.
Throw the stick —
I’ll chase it,
Bring it back and wag my tail,
With openness to learn.
Burn my bridges
— not!
Great Scott,
reel me in with a fishing rod —
take the hook from my mouth.
Throw me back in.
O Genie,
make me like Aladdin —
rich in words, like a Princ(ess).
Reveal that I am a fake,
so I humbly shake
the magic from my frame,
and become who I really am.
8/28/2019
Overcoming Mistakes Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Along the way down the road of life I’ve taken a few wrong turns but somehow I managed to find my way over the bridges that I once burned.
I’ve done some things I can’t take back and some things I’m not proud of, but in the end it all made sense I just needed to be taught tough love.
I’ve learned a lot from what I’ve done and it will never go away but I believe it helped me to become who I am today.
I worked my way up to the top then something brought me down but I’m determined to do it again because the courage I have found.
I’ve always been emotional even when people think I’m strong and I’ve been told its ok to cry but fear I’ll be asked what’s wrong?
Now I’m building up all the strength I can to give it everything I got because I have faith in what I do and my vow is not to stop.
I’m gonna make a difference, I’m gonna change for me because I want more than what I have, it’s my future, it’s my destiny.
I’ve set some goals and life-long dreams and put them all on hold but some doors have opened yet again and my future begins to unfold.
Lost in the noise,
Chasing your shadow,
Like I have no choice.
I'm scared of the echoes
I’m done with the heartache,
Fed up with the pain.
No more hamster-wheeling again.
I’m clearing my story, wiping the slate,
Gone are the nightmares, lifting off weight.
I’m rebooting my life, erasing your name,
I’m burning the bridges, putting out the flame.
You don’t get to haunt me, you don’t get to stay,
I’m deleting your memory, and walking away.
I’m starting fresh, taking back control,
I’m wiping the slate clean, reclaiming my soul.
I’m rebooting my life, starting today,
I’m erasing you in every way.
You were the virus, infecting my mind,
A glitch in my system, I couldn’t unwind.
But I’m fixing the code, I’m rewriting the rules,
No more being played for a fool.
I’m deleting the data, I’m shutting you down,
You’re just a mistake that I’ll never let drown.
I don’t need your ghost, I don’t need your past,
I’m resetting the clock, I’m moving so fast.
You’re just a chapter, now closing the door,
I won’t look back, I won’t take anymore.
I’m rebooting my life,
And you’re out of the frame.
I’m erasing your name...
And I’m never the same.
Burning bridges
That tired metaphor
Often still seems so apt
But you missed one important point
When you tried to light that fire
The fact is that we
Like any modern bridge
Were never made of wood
You tried to ignite
Concrete and steel
Under an ocean gasoline
Threw the match
Watched the flames
And walked away
Thinking you had done
A necessary evil
For us both to survive
But as the flames died away
The heat began to dwindle
It became blatantly obvious
The structure is still there
This was no matchstick trestle
No tinder span we crossed
Those flames that were so impressive
Left no destruction in their wake
Now I'm left to sit and stare
At that empty overpass
I know chasing across it
Would be wrong
So I stand here quietly waiting
For you to realize the truth
That while the metaphor may tired
The bridge is still intact
You broke my heart and left me blue
and all these years I kept loving you
A stubborn heart to broken to mend
never would let me love again.
Each day I worked away
Every night alone I stayed
Always knowing you would return
but those bridges you long burned.
In solitude I ask myself why
a new love I never tried
but your hold on me too strong
I love you always right or wrong.
Alas you died I had to go
like a ghost amongst shadows
I watch you buried into your grave
dark my heart for the love I craved.
Now I know it will never be
but somehow your love holds me
I will always keep loving you
with my broken heart, you left me blue...
If I were to frenchify myself
I would walk more often
Maybe to work.
It is only twenty-seven miles.
But how would I get over the river?
Would I want to walk on
Interstate bridges?
If I were to frenchify myself
I would wear a jaunty red beret
perched on my head at an angle while I paint.
People would smile and say
“I did not know she was French” and
my Irish self would smirk.
If I were to frenchify myself
I would lose eighty pounds and
eat vegetables and maybe a fruit.
I would make love on the Rivera
and speak all of my French words.
French toast, French kissing, and FrenchFries.