Long Candlelight Poems
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Twilight haze sears like veld fire in my veins that keep you alive,
Each look from you unleashes a hurricane inside my heart,
I Savor your voice,it hauls me in to its rip-roaring wickedness--
I stay here
Your Oshun styled gate carries you past the candlelight,
A fairy in the street in The Mother City,
Fingers like infernos,they touch nothing,still I am shaken-
Heart clings to memories.
I glide after the glimmer of your smile into twilight,
Anxiety in my chest,I shiver with desire for you,
Dreams shatter around me,yet I remain charmed,restless-
I can't free myself.
Victoria,blazing like sunrise on raging summertime,
Days cannot time the flame that swells at you leaving,
Each fleeting gaze keeps my heart fiery,scorched with passion-
I refuse to yield,
Endless midnights,-your bouquet lingers,
I keep the room dim,the night repeats your whisper,
My soul studies absence,a quiet defiance-
I remain here.
Chess calms my e;I uncork a hellish move in hellish and checkmate my anguish,
Sojourns in Milky Town and Pirara soothes my heartache
Baldwin and jazz saves me,Kippie's horn,Spokes's flute-
Humane Ubuntu is me.
What was I when the canvas was blank,
and your eyes invited me to find silent meanings?
you became a note played on my guitar
in candlelight desire
your welcomed fiery glow
dripped on the sense of my loneliness
passionate, burning, hungry
like melted wax on a candle stick
or was it all a hallucination,
blowing across my desert?
where I wandered on false promises
tethered to you
in time wasted with beds in empty rooms
where passion was a hunger met
devoured by the teeth of our starving souls
leaving us drained and unfulfilled
like two drunken lovers drinking from an empty bottle
we left on the side of our gravel road
from our pitiful lives
as what was became a memory
of scattered debris and distant thoughts
that will vanish in time
I had the most beautiful musical experience…and it all begins…
with a thousand candles and four musicians…one cello and three violins.
This string quartet sat on a stage surrounded by candlelight
and played music from Bach to the Beatles as day slowly surrendered to night.
In a small…intimate setting…before the evening was done…
they played everything from Bach’s Brandenburg Concerto #3
to the Beatles Here Comes The Sun.
I marveled at how these four musicians…playing their instruments independently
found a way to blend their notes into a perfect harmony.
On my walk this morning as the stars hung in the sky…
glimmering like the flames of a thousand candle lights
four owls began to sing to one another…their swan song of the night.
I heard four distinct owl voices serenading me
four voices that mixed together into a perfect harmony.
I could not see the owls….even with the starlight their stage was much too dark…
I could not determine their shape or size…
but just like the four musicians….they had me mesmerized.
It’s interesting how each quartet had their own style…
how beautifully their music blended….
from Bach to The Beatles where it began…
to the four owls…where it ended.
What makes these moments special…is time…
for once you experience the moment…you know…no matter where or when
never in your life will you experience that exact moment…ever again.
From four musicians who played strings without voices…
to four owls who sang in voices without the accompaniment of strings.
I kind of like never knowing what wonders are just around the corner…
what surprises the next moment will bring…
Wine, chocolate, candlelight
Soft music, turned down lights
Romantic movies, snuggles too
What a night for me and you
Gentle nuzzles on my neck
Soft lips giving me a peck
As we tease each others till
We no longer have the will
To control our loving urges
Finally our desire surges
Into one big helping of
All the care and all the love
We have given to each other
Every year our love grows further
Into a blossoming flower
That's blooming time and again
Spring and summer growing then
Winter comes but we wont die
If we always truly try
To keep love so cozy warm
It wont wither for too long
"My dear Hannah: We're camped nigh a town called Gettysburg tonight.
I take pen in hand to write to you, my love, by the flickerin' candlelight.
From afar I hear the beat of Rebel drums preparin' fer battle on the 'morrow.
Oh, my darlin' Hannah! I ain't never knowed such loneliness and sorrow!"
"How I long to be with you and the children 'round our family hearth.
Ya'all mean the world to me, more than anything else on God's earth!
I recall so many times biddin' a sad farewell at our humble cabin door,
And marchin' off with my home brigade as we faced the cruel war!"
"I'm a-thankin' ye fer the chicken and apple pie you sent last week.
I shared it with my friends - it brightened our day which elsewise was so bleak.
This evenin' I read from my tattered Bible the Twenty-third Psalm.
We shared it many times at our family altar - it gives me such great calm!"
"I 'spect to be comin' home to help bring in the crops later on this fall,
And sit 'round the board to enjoy a bountiful Thanksgivin' with ya'all!
So fatten up old Tom Turkey, make some dressin' and sweet pertaters,
A couple of yer famous punkin pies and serve some fresh termaters!"
"I reckon I'd better close this letter 'cause its a-gittin' purty late.
Pray fer me, Hannah! I'll leave ever'thing in God's hands as to my fate!
Hug and kiss the children fer me tonight as you tuck them in their bed.
I'll see you soon, dear one. 'Til then, I remain your lovin' husband, Jed."
Alas, the Scythe of Death reaped Jed's soul upon that ghastly field of strife.
The hopes expressed in his poignant letter would ne'er be shared with his wife..
It was found in his tunic pocket as he was lowered in his hallowed grave,
As his comrades honored him for his service and the life he freely gave.
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) All Rights Reserved
My soul is trapped in amber from your love
It lay in quiet meadows of your eyes
When morning's ambiance shines red above
I find your face aglow from night's demise
Our open eyes of welcome never lie
As dawns warmer embers are of sunrise
Claim newly lighted days with our demand
And face each beckon wind without concern
To hold tight to trust we understand
Live our lives with passion till' breath is spurn
Our wondrous hearts shimmer in warmth and yearn
Throbbing pulsating love will always burn
We'll dance when suns change twilight into night
Again invite our arms in love's embrace
Beneath jewels aloft and candlelight
We scorch the face of love in smiling grace
Scribe the words I love you by finger's trace
With you, my love my soul you will encase
As beauty from your deepest eyes impart
My soul is trapped in amber from your heart
1/22/18
Oh! Why not let your candlesticks shine?
All of you redeemed sons and daughters
Of Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ is the true
Candlelight. Basking in the glow of his
Shining candlestick. Illuminating
Brightly for the whole wide wonderful
World to see!
Oh! Do not hide your candlelight!
Do not stop shining brightly admits.
The darkness of the night time sky.
Now is not the time to shut your eyes.
Behold his stars are twinkling like
Diamonds in the night time sky.
Really makes you even wonder why?
Oh! Do not hide your candlestick!
Do not like Satan put it out!
Keep it it lite so the world may
See your good works and
Glorify your heavenly Father!
We love him because he
First loved us! Spread
The gospel light!
And let your gospel light
Keep on shinning from
Shore to shore. And
sea from shining sea.
Keep on telling the
Old old story of Jesus
And his mercy and love!
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
June 18, 2020
Another night of frayed nerves like an unraveled thread
Sleep eludes me once more as I fidget on wrinkled sheets
I'm annoyed at the pensive thoughts roving in my head
as I hear the increasing rhythm echoing in my heartbeats
The candle flame is still burning with a soft golden glow
If only my eyes would close that I might sleep until dawn,
I would rise and welcome the warmth of sunlight's flow,
open shuttered windows where drapes are tightly drawn
Somehow, I must navigate through each turbulent night
and find a threshold to cross where I can find some peace.
Even shadows are asleep beyond the flickering candlelight
Would that I could find tranquility in that kind of release.
It continues in these times of quiet hours of early morn
when with sleep deprived eyes, I pick up my pen and write
rhyming verse after verse in which I chastise and I scorn
my infernal, internal nemesis that robs me of sleep at night
Could you lie next to me for a night
And fight off the feelings in your mind
Or would my touch be enough for you to go all in
And let me place my lips on your skin
Would you like candlelight and roses
Or is it enough just to prove what we know is
Right in front of us a lifetime full of trust
What’s standing in our way is us
What’s standing in our way is us
Worried if we’ll ever be enough
There’s already want
There’s already lust
And for me there’s already love
Each passing day is a burden that we carry
I once feared the loss and that’s what scared me
Now the biggest fear I have is never knowing us
And living when the curse of life is love
What’s standing in our way is us
Worried if we can ever be enough
There’s already want
There’s already lust
And for me there’s already love
Every road that we’ve gone down is a pathway
A pathway leading right back to us
It’s like a hand from above keeps guiding us
To the place that we both dream of
What’s standing in our way is us
Worried if we’ll ever be enough
There’s already want
There’s already lust
And for me there’s already love
I can wait to show you... how much
Such a romantic evening
Both engrossed in watching
A movie in the theatre
Naturally ‘together’
He occupies the aisle seat
Away some 20 feet
She’s on his left extreme
In between
He messages
In response
She blows kisses
Movie over
They head for dinner
Yes, candlelight dinner
Soft music and sound
Perfect background
Sitting across each other
Lost in chewing and chomping
Can’t bother
Sumptuous food
Getting them into the mood
The long awaited date finally on
Her company so captivating
Four hours already gone
She glances at her watch
‘Oh Gosh!’
He asks for the bill
Now notices
She’s dressed to kill
The bill arrives
Dues paid, off they drive
She in her Honda City
He in his dad’s Maruti
Escorting her all the way
Telling himself, ‘What a fabulous day!’
Reaches home
Hears a ping
Her message read-
“Thank you for everything
Wonderful time spent
In this age of social distancing.”