Long Carve Poems
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Lady, come and lay your head beside me
let us share with the moon this secret idyll
see the shooting star carve sky with promise
as silvery light caresses soothing us
Lady, come closer share with me the night
lay in my arms and give me your essence
wrap me up in the heat of your passion
love me til that little death overcomes
Lady, as you lie glistening in moon light
still quivering with aftermaths of love
sated though I am the sight of you stirs
with your hair tangled and in disarray
Lady, love me again the night's still young
let us dance once more love's passionate dance
as the moon beams play and twinkle at us
too soon night becomes day and we depart
In life's vast tapestry, we find our way,
A journey painted in night and day.
From dawn's first light to twilight's gleam,
It's more than just a passing dream.
In infancy, we learn to crawl,
In youth, we rise, we stand, we fall.
Through teenage dreams and adult strife,
We navigate the maze of life.
With every laugh and tear we shed,
We carve the path where we are led.
In friendships true and love's embrace,
We find our peace, our resting place.
Through sunlit fields and darkest night,
We seek the meaning, the profound insight.
In joy, we dance; in sorrow, we weep,
Life's rhythm, steady, in its sweep.
In aging grace, we reminisce,
Of youthful days, of love's first kiss.
Yet, every moment, every breath,
Is a dance with time, a dance with death.
So let us live with hearts aflame,
Cherishing each moment's name.
For in life's fleeting, wondrous gleam,
We find the beauty of our dream.
I always seem
to end up here, shuffling
along the river, soul deep
in its waters. I wallow
for a while like an old,
crusty animal, trying
to rid myself
of the usual parasites.
These pests gasp
for air beneath its tides
and thick mud.
A soul must have a place
to go for the caked on grime
of life to be washed off.
It seems a law written
into the DNA of our psyche.
For some, sacramental ritual
once scrubbed them clean
but this has fallen
out of favour, hollowed out
by hierarchical abuse
and an absent God.
Others simply ask
for a voucher.
Nature has always offered
its sacred spaces to mend
troubled souls. Or there
are caves you can carve
into the mind where a still
resides and encloses
a healing peace. Other
excavations hold effigies
who promise the faithful
any number of offerings
to soothe the spirit.
In the end, you just need
a place where you can go,
somewhere within a breath,
or walking distance,
or a mystery only the soul
seems to know.
In my chamber
Of artistic endeavor
She sits on a chair
Unmoving
Like a block of stone
I with chisel and knife
Cut her up
Piece by piece
She is stoic
She never cries
I see no pain in her eyes
Gently, I carve her in my vision
I will mold her
I will hold her
I will told her
Stories of my past
She will be my prisoner
Of the heart
She has no where to run
I have no where to hide
Love
Stone cold
Emotions warm
In Silence
We both mourn
The histories
The stories
The memories
My love I created
In Stone
I have her on display
For you too, to see my suffering
I am the sculptor
Grab me by the hand
And let me show you a world
Of earth and sky blanketed
In a dream of night and snow
The snowflakes were thick and heavy
And caressed in the gentle glow of the streetlight
One boy alone in the coldest of nights
Staring wide-eyed at the snowy lights
A lengthy night was washed away
Swept up in the crimson tide I'd prayed for
My arms and heart went numb
Learning to tread water for the first time
The ocean evaporated under the light of the Eclipse
As I rapidly sought to refill it from my wrists
My Full Moon Queen cast a shadow over the Sun
And I reached as far into space as I could
I launched myself through time
In order to hear those crimson echoes
They danced across three screens
As the sword I relied on rusted away
The Eclipse faded away
Yet the ground was as cold as ever
I shied away from the harsh light of the Sun
And sought solace under the light of the Moon
The woods and cars passed in a blur
As I spent those weeks on the road
Alone with only my time machine to save me
And my dreams of possibilities
I cast my voice into the infinite expanse
Shaky, unsure, yet full of hope
Two children, one of viridian, one of crimson
Set out to carve their names in the annals of time
The Full Moon faded entirely from the sky
As a New Moon hovered ominously
A flash of pink entered my dreams
And vanished as soon as I realized it
Smoke rose in the air
As I lived the many dreams of dying men
Setting a future in stone
As the one who would tread uncharted territory
In a dimly lit room
I called out weakly to whoever would listen
A figure clad in pink grasped my hand
And vanished as soon as I realized it
I found myself thousands of miles from home
In a small room in Shibuya 104
Caressed in the gentle glow of the streetlights
I raised my hands to the night sky to embrace the snow
We live in a world of diverse voices
With each one open to make their choices,
We share one unique planet, blue and round,
Yet shines of lasting peace are seldom found.
From tiny sparks of some wild woeful words
Sprouts seeds of spiny vines and fighting herds
That fomented by some greedy wishes
Turn to wars that burn and sprinkle ashes.
Yet a ray of hope gleams, a fragile light,
To dispel darkish shadows of the night
As peace rests not outside, but within us
And just waits to be ignited with trust.
If with grace, we ignite this inner light,
Scan the depth of ourselves, with much delight,
A serene, shining stream will greet our eyes,
A stream that reflects divine peace from high.
Peace should not be the far dream of a few
But an ideal, a gem, ever true,
The passionate pursuit of every soul
A goal that ever needs to remain whole.
It is an end that is worth attaining
As its pursuit renders life worth living
In wild winters as in soft summer shine,
At present as across the sands of time.
A straight sense of sincere serenity
Leading to dwell and grow in harmony
And prosper in every respect he can
Is what pursuit of peace confers to man.
Peace is like a still silent sparkling lake
Where folks can in liberty carve their fate,
Where man, fauna and flora can flourish
Where the charm of sweet tunes one can cherish.
Let us all pursue peace with dignity
To build a future world of harmony,
That for humanity will ever gleam
And hope will prevail amidst vibrant dreams.
God, grant me serenity, to face the I can’t undo,
Death took my mother, ripped my world in two.
Dreams collapse, careers on hold,
Life feels ruthless, bitter, cold.
Some battles are lost before they start,
They carve their scars deep in the heart.
I can’t fix corpses, can’t rewrite the past,
So teach me to drop the chains that hold fast.
Grant me courage, raw and loud,
To stand my ground, to make you proud.
When fear says “quit,” I’ll scream “ no,”
When failure laughs, I’ll still let it go.
Give me the guts to forgive and fight,
To burn through darkness, to chase the light.
To knock on doors when others slam,
To rise again, no matter who I am.
Grant me wisdom, sharp and clear,
To know when to walk, when to persevere.
To see when silence speaks more than rage,
To trust the lesson, to turn the page.
Life’s a bastard, it kicks you down,
Steals your peace, makes you drown.
But I won’t let pain write my fate,
I’ll spit in its face, I’ll stand up straight.
Even with hands that shake, I’ll build,
Even with wounds that bleed, I’m willed.
Even with futures blurred, I’ll stride,
Because courage is moving while fear collides.
Faith ain’t pretty, it’s scarred and raw,
It’s finding meaning in life’s damn flaw.
So I’ll surrender what I can’t control,
And fight like hell with a ruthless soul.
Life may be brutal, sharp, and rough,
But so am I I’m ing tough.
campfire flames flare bright
licking high into the night
fingers seek mirrors
to show the utmost delight
the fire wants to share tonight
your eyes catch that glow—
reflecting in afterglow
like rose under chin
shows a warm red glow on skin
a token of love aflame
out beyond what's near
I see blazing stars mirrored
back through time and space
quivering constellations
pulsing with light's energy
flames carve your outline
the darkness has etched you there
to keep for itself
as it unhooks your shadow
so that you float out of reach
somewhere passed the stars
the first light still floods outwards
unchained, unafraid—
I see it in your eyes now
as the place it will return
the light in your eyes
showcases that I share you
with the cosmic light
released from the wood by flames
kindled by our devotion
your eyes hold fire's glow
a warmth only lovers know
is light from first dawn
drifting across starlit skies
as embers gleam in your eyes
embers gleam in your eyes
embers gleam in your eyes
Halloween-ish Memories
For Suzy Von Geldern
I miss you most of all at Halloween.
The way you'd greet the 'little munchkins'
as you called them, and praise them
for their costumes. With your laughing eyes
you'd feign surprise or fear -then invite them
to take candy from a basket by the door.
“I vant to bite your neck.” you’d say,
with the empasis on ‘vant’ and we’d all giggle
in our costumes and delight in the escape.
Why, you'd make the hallway dark and spooky
with a flickerin' Jack O Lantern-
a pumpkin face that Ned would carve each year.
My mind fills with memories of the plastic ghost of Dracula
hung each year in that same spot on that same wall-
We’d pull the chord repeatedly
to hear the awful moans .
Yes! It really is at Halloween,
I miss you most of all
Halloween Contest
The school bell's chorus wakes a drowsy room,
Sunlight spills, a golden, dusty plume.
Desks, once dormant, morph to galleons grand,
Ready to set sail to each uncharted land.
Chalk, a spectral hand, whispers wisdom's lore,
Unveiling mysteries on the darkened shore.
Sharpeners gnash their teeth, devouring leaden dreams,
Leaving silver whispers where logic's spotlight beams.
Globes, like captive Earths, continents in hold,
Beckon's curious minds, stories yet untold.
Maps unfurl, adventures waiting to ignite,
Mountains pierce the paper, bathed in imagined light.
Scissors, silver storks with beaks of silent snip,
Carve out thoughts like snowflakes, on a question's icy lip.
Crayons, waxy rainbows, melt on paper's plain,
Birthing vibrant jungles, where creatures rule their reign.
Pencils, graphite serpents, coil with inky grace,
Weaving tales fantastical, across time and space.
Rulers, stoic guardians, lines etched firm and true,
Marking boundaries where dreams and logic accrue.
Erasers, gentle guardians, with a patient touch,
Whisper soft forgiveness, a lesson learned so much.
Puppets dance on fingers, with stories in their eyes,
Of pirates, and princesses, beneath invented skies.
Chart paper, a canvas, vast and white and bare,
Awaits the brushstrokes of imagination's flair.
Microscopes, with a curious gaze, reveal unseen worlds,
Tiny hidden wonders, like poems yet unfurled.
Bells chime once more, a day complete and free,
But echoes linger still, where knowledge sets us free.
Rulers, maps, and globes, a symphony they weave,
Of knowledge, dreams, and wonder, lessons minds believe.
March 20, 2024