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The soft breeze whispered in a barely heard whiff.
Emptiness enveloped the lovely old park
Past life has been hard and now all are dead stiff.
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as day became dark.
Emptiness enveloped the lovely old park
All six played around the opposing benches
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as day became dark.
Young girls dreamed of becoming famous wenches
All six played around the opposing benches
Memories tumbled haphazardly in mind.
Young girls dreamed of becoming famous wenches
Knew instinctively we were loving and kind
Memories tumbled haphazardly in mind.
Not easy to forget those difficult years
Knew instinctively we were loving and kind
Recall all we said echoing in my ears
Not easy to forget those difficult years
Life had its plans for us as each departed
Recall all we said echoing in my ears
The lonely park we became broken-hearted
Life had its plans for us as each departed
Past life has been hard and now all are dead stiff.
The lonely park we became broken-hearted
The soft breeze whispered in a barely heard whiff.
FICTION
Your love equaled a natural disaster
That hit me square in the heart
And all the damage that it caused
Completely tore my world apart
I was completely shutdown
There was no way I could operate
I could only shelter in place
The damage done was great
I didn't see any possibility
I would be able to recover
What assistance do you hand
To a broken hearted lover
The warnings I received
They showed up too late
I wasn't close to prepared
And the damages were great
Through this disaster I suffered
There was only one man who died
He drowned all by himself
In a pool of tears he cried
The Cross and The Lynching tree are the two most emotional depictions
Of the African experience in America when it comes to the descriptions
Of the historical circumstances that define my people's struggle
Of the hatred, the pain and the injustice nothing but trouble
Torn down and broken hearted in the valley of despair
Death seemed like the only way to get out of there
But my people were survivors and they knew that one day change would come
So they held on to their faith and hope because of the Holy One
They would not accept defeat, they would not accept doubt
They knew that somehow God would work it all out
Despair may seem so real but we have an endemic capacity to live
Knowing that God is on our side and mercy to us He did give
Glory Hallelujah we placed our hope in Christ
Despite the rope and lynching tree taking my people's lives
The Lynching tree depicts death and despair
While the Cross symbolizes eternal life and no fear
We've been transformed and transcended by the power of the Cross
In spite of white supremacy and the black lives that were lost
And we now know that there is nothing new under the sun
As what happened to my people also to Jesus it was done
The Cross is a redemptive symbol of faith, hope and trust
It depicts God's resurrection power that abides inside of us
And the harsh realities of slavery that my ancestors endured
Has made their descendants more resilient than ever before
Yet systemic lynching in still in affect and the world needs to see
What's truly happening in America's so called democracy
Black folks are being killed almost every single day
A disproportionate number in prison or in economic disarray
Financial slavery in the form of debt, unemployment or uneducated
But we hold on hoping that one day we will be truly emancipated
From the Crucifixion to the Middle Passage and beyond slavery
We know see the correlation between the Cross and The Lynching tree
With a resounding response, passion crept in,
The first night he touched her fair white skin,
Declaring she is the woman he needs and wants.
Passion crept in with a resounding response.
A promise they would declare, love with deep vow.
Forever they would both be united now.
A promise they made forever they would care.
Love with deep vow, a promise they would declare.
For such a pair, their indulgence did not cease.
Their love grew stronger and seemed to increase.
There was nothing that they did not share.
Their indulgence did not cease for such a pair.
As time when by, they talked about a family,
This was a subject on which they didn’t agree.
Him wanting to stay just two, made her cry.
They talked about a family, as time went by.
She believed a baby would make them complete.
He insisted he did not want the patter of tiny feet.
Their promise was broken she felt deceived.
A baby would make them complete, she believed.
She was broken hearted, he whispered “sorry” as he departed.
You're in my head
It's true. You're there.
I led you in
Showed you a chair
We sat to talk
I made a brew
I shared my thoughts
You shared a few
And in the chat
I do recall
Bricks were removed
From in the wall
That separates
The love departed
From reality
Of broken hearted
As knees I slap
Well that's it, I guess
There's nothing left
Now to confess
A heart to heart
Was just the job.
My vault of gold..
After the rob
But pausing for a sec
I wait
Just not the type
Who chooses hate
Blue lights and red
Have led the chase
As speeding hearts
Have lies to face
It hurts to hear the truth
It's true
But gold there is
And it's still you
He came home from the jungle so they thought,
A brand new man,
Left at 17 scared and alone,
With no one to hold his hand.
So he decided to tell us now
What he couldn’t say back then.
He had a plan.
And he tells us now the only way he can.
He left a message in the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only brought him pain and grief.
And that message in the bottle
Tells us about a broken man.
And the loneliness he shares within the shadows,
Of the things that might’ve been.
Of how he could not throw the stone because,
He’d seen the writing on the wall and in the the sand.
So he takes another drink and thinks,
About the girl he knew in school.
About how he wrote her everyday from the bungle in the jungle.
Like a lovesick fool.
While his buddy dies in his arms,
She sings Soldier boy
I’ll be true to you.
Neither one of them had a clue,
About the message in the bottle.
Or that the message in the bottle would leave that girl broken hearted,
And bitter,
And black and blue.
When he came home,
With the message of the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only brought him pain and grief.
And I saw that man the other day,
And for the first time
In a long time he had,
A look of peace.
And the ex wife just turned away so sad.
All his regrets, now with him in the grave.
While their son still runs the streets.
And I guess some day he’ll have to stop and read,
The message in bottle.
It’s all his father had to leave.
He didn’t know quite how to face the pain.
He came home but his soul always stayed,
Behind the message in the bottle.
He left a message in the bottle
For all the world to read
And that message in the bottle,
Only ever brings,
pain and grief.
He found his message in the bottle.
He lost his message in a bottle.
He lost his message in the bottle.
“It’s all inside your head the other girl said”
I guess she’s never read,
The message of the bottle.
The life of a manic depressant,
swimming in anxiety and less valued than a peasant.
You don't dream you nightmare,
oh yeah, you dream of an alternative timeline,
where you are happy and all turned out fine.
Missed opportunities were not missed,
you're with that dream girl you never kissed,
your friends are loyal,
and job prospects were never spoiled.
There's a devine light in your life shining bright,
it's all a delight and everything turned out alright.
As you dream this dream the night turns to morning light,
and slowly from your subconscious state you awaken,
and the joyous elements of your dream disintegrate.
The job is lost and that dream girl turns into a ghost,
you're collecting benefit while she stands with her real bloke,
you realise that having nothing is no joke,
the nightmare starts not in your sleep but when you've awoke.
You're now awake but your eyes don't open,
you lay in bed and reflect on that dream,
that ended so mean
after showing you the things you wish your life had seen.
You reluctantly realise that you are a reject, retarded at best,
and how that dream ended is how the day has started,
self hate fills as you lay broken hearted.
You don't open your eyes,
a decision you choose because the back of your eyelids offer better views.
You should feel rested but you're not,
it's anxiety, dread and depressed instead,
the day begins with you worn out and tested,
and you haven't even got dressed yet.
POTD
11/6/2018
We are ladies-in-waiting and martyrs,
as tears are hardened like trails
of muddy barracks…
yet in the aggressive power- courts;
each detonating bullet hemorrhages
all veins of war- torn flesh ,
our stained faces pretending to play
and underplay the hurt of wounds within.
How long are those late twilights
as we anticipate a riddled uncertainty
within our homes' rotten gates and dim lamps
for the screeching angst to halt. cease:
The radio blasts hideous self-pity
into the stings, the bladder of evenings
when a combat fires deathly pellets
through broken hearts of our sons, husbands :
Will daytime become Aurora’s reward?
Maidens of hope, we wail and quaver
for men in camouflage… dear life, speak!
Are they lost. dead. or agile?…
pained, we remain mute ladies-in-waiting.
~*~
Contest of Broken Wings: Broken-Hearted Poems
Written 10/14/2017
And what of these, these broken-hearted fools,
who lust within the silence of disdain
play in a lover’s game that has no rules
no potion to relieve them of their pain.
Skewered by the sword of passion’s lie
lashed by lingering memory of lust
condemned to live each moment with a sigh
while harboring the seed of love’s distrust.
They persevere and muddle through the maze
of who it was that let it go so wrong
realize that it may have been a faze
a lingering phrase from an old hit song.
They fail to win love’s true treasured jewels
and what of these, these broken-hearted fools.
©5/11/2022
Orphan Sonnet Poetry contest
Sponsor – Emile Pinet
Checked by Howmanysyllables and rhymezone
You don’t know what you do to me
When your eyes meet mine that way.
You light a spark, then turn and fade—
And I’m alone with what I can't say.
Broken hearted, I don’t know how
To say the things I need to now.
You don’t see what’s in my eyes—
And I just don’t know why.
The moment I saw you
It felt like I’d known
The beat of your heart like it mirrored my own.
Misty, I need you—Misty, it’s true.
Please tell me that you feel it too.
Misty, I love you—can’t you see it’s true?
I’ve been holding this inside, just waiting for you.
Misty, I need you—can’t you see?
You stole my heart so easily.
Misty, I love you—just say it too—
I’ve already promised my love to you.
Without you I’m drifting
With nowhere to land
Please give me a reason
Please give me your hand
Misty, I love you—and always will
Waiting in limbo, but loving you still.
The first time I saw you,
You won my heart—
But loving you Misty is one fragile art.