Long Chills Poems
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somehow i lost myself
right now i have no feeling
in this moment i lose myself in the façade that includes her
my one true love is waiting for me
i am too much of a coward to tell her that i will not be coming back
our son has had quite the battle with spinal meningitis
last night he called and said his chills were at that level again
i never returned his message for i was too busy indulging on cake with immoral icing
i am only thinking of me and the reflection i see in the mirror
i only think my son will hate me when he is older when i am dreaming
i want to pay my son a visit and surprise him with my cinnamon rolls with the sweet cream stripes that he likes
however guilt is kicking my butt right now, and i am so weak that i cannot even fight back
i find myself backtracking without even knowing it and end up at the she devil's house again
as she straddles me for another ride to self made regret, i blind myself in the temporary ecstasy to get my conscience high and oblivious to a truth that is so obvious
i lose again
A self-whispered battle cry
An uplifting quote for another try
With a burdened mind behind a straight face
I have a sense of self like I’m in a dark place
Inconspicuous at the battlefront
Drawn on every single day I confront
A past to escape and a future to nose
I am always one threat away from a lost cause
Regrets and fears dimension each day
Dead ends and blind curves map my way
Picking broken pieces of myself and mopping spills
I have learnt to front chills and thrills
You won’t see me rolling up sleeves
Or lurking in a thicket with rustling leaves
You won’t see me in a belligerent pose
My war is waged against inner wounds and flaws
I am heated but never bubble over with anger
I am insulted but never stumble over due to slander
I absorb the inevitability of sorrow and pain
I turn to verities to diffuse the intrusion of hate
The silence of violence is what I dread
Like the wordless cry of the mutes with a fright
An internal fray so isolated and unheard
In the depth of my heart is where I will win the quiet fight
(Jazz it up to the tune of "Everything’s Coming Up Roses")
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Caught a cold?....Have the flu?
Do you think a truck ran over you??
Need a pill?..........Have the chills?
Honey..................everyone's blowing red noses!
Pounding head? Now it's spread...
To your lungs, and now you wish that you were dead?
Cannot eat.....cannot sleep
Honey.............everyone's blowing red noses!
Now head's spinning....temp one hundred and two?
Doctor's grinning...........says it's just the beginning!
Out of luck.....you've up-chucked
Diarrhea wars are waging in your gut?
You'll get well......just you wait...
Doc said flu.........his bill is due....
Honey, ...............everyone's blowing red noses like me and like you!
You can do it.....all you need is a pill
You can do it, ...chicken soup will see to it!
Feeling weak? Fever peaked?
Thoughts of living one more day may seem too bleak?
You'll get well.....take a nap...
What's Doc's bill??!! ....Holy crap!!!
The only thing that stops you from getting well....
Honey...everyone's down at the pharmacy...and buying meds
Everyone's hording the Pepto and Tylenol
Everyone's using up Medicare, and HMO's
Everyone's blowing red noses........ and sneezing AaaaaaaaaaCHOO!!
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Morphing moments of the seasons;
shifting winds blow from the north.
Feeling chills and seeking reasons
for the changes coming forth.
Ebbing tides seen in the oceans
leaving shorelines dry and bare.
Moving slowly through the motions,
trepidation in the air.
Clouded skies add to the darkness
on this bleak November night;
in the dim I feel the starkness,
symptoms of a pending blight.
Turning pages on this journey
closing in on chapter’s end.
Morphing moments of my lifetime;
working days I now expend.
November 7, 2025
Poet's note: After a 52 year career of crunching numbers, I have decided to move on to the next chapter of my life... retirement !
There are two contrasting things I see
Amazingly convey grace and beauty
That is the blue sea and the field of greens
These are two opposite mix feeling for me
The blue sea feels me danger but is necessary
For a source of living and adventure
The field of greens propose romantic chills
Meet variation of colors that meets the eyes
The field of greens gives peace abundance itself
Since its reachable and achievable per se
The blue sea is unpredictable but with a warning
The bravest is the winner who safely returned
The adventure of life is the crucial stage
While there's tranquility in the land base
No assurance of life is being safe
Though both gives a mix feeling of emotions
They are part and parcel of human life.
When Hell Is Full**
Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,
leaving an unpleasant taste in my mouth—
like a can of Grace corned beef with stale onions,
drizzled with oil; it was tolerable at the time.
Years have passed, yet those thoughts still
send chills down my spine. I utterly detest those moments
when the pain won’t let go.
Just as I was about to turn the key,
He walks toward the elevator,
the same old walk heading to that all-too-familiar place.
Vulnerability is weakness; voodoo may offer
only fleeting relief.
Sweet memories fade like old Navy clothing,
and a scorned wife never forgives—it’s a viper’s sting.
The dead cannot rest easily, knowing what
they have done.
Forgiveness carries a hefty price!!
and it’s dark. The living will move forward,
while the dead will roam this earth for eternity
When hell is full.
By the light of day,
Near the edge of night.
I heard whispered tales,
Of an ethereal sight.
With my muddled vision,
By now spirited head.
Bound for the graveyard,
To walk among the dead.
The air had been cooled,
By an early winter frost.
So I mustered my courage,
Then the threshold I crossed.
The silence was deafening,
As I trod between mounds.
Clouds of smoke neared,
That trembled the ground.
My heart began pounding,
At a steady rapid pace.
An icy blast of wind,
Had frozen my face.
My feet grew too heavy,
As the clock slowed down.
Then a woman appeared,
In a harlequin gown.
With dark sunken eyes,
Looking sad and gloomy.
Then reached for my hand,
Sending chills right through me.
She then cast a vision,
As I blankly stared.
Of her untimely death,
By the many who shared.
Was battered and beaten,
By the ravaging horde.
Her limbs were dismembered,
With sharp axe and sword.
Buried neath the ground,
In an unmarked grave.
With no chance to escape,
Just an eternal slave.
Now destined to walk,
This cold path alone.
With rustling of gown,
And crackling of bone.
Her whispers grew louder,
Which sobered my binge.
And asked for my help,
To plot her revenge.
Crippled by my fear,
Humbled by my shame,
I choked out a question;
And plead for her name.
Her face then softened,
And became quite clear.
This past maiden beauty,
Released a single tear.
She nodded her head,
Loudly crying...Mary Drew!
Then turned her back,
And away she flew.
By stating her name,
As she smiled at me.
Was no longer unknown,
Thus her spirit was free.
Now lost in the pitch,
I stumbled to my car.
Slammed it into gear,
And sped for the bar.
The tale of Mary Drew,
Still haunts my dreams.
Each time it recurs,
I'm awakened with screams.
You ask of me silence as I Rome
Saint peters square gathering hymns
beneath Di Vatican where Satan sits
in solitude a prisoner of haste awaiting
a time to live a time to give malice a
wretched sea urchins filled with rapture
borrowed by solace envy kackling carny
unfolding aimlessly becoming nothing in the
eyes of God sending chills of fear weathered
under the soil sandals of the child of God wrath
behold the tyranny engraved over the watchers
minds eye calling to pontius pilates consciousness
professing goodness portraying the death of Christ
from a morbid dream shared by his wife come to me
now seek truth return void from your sinful actions
hatred devoured love conquered an yet I am still here
Human nature, a mercurial being.
Individualistic, out-of-place souls.
Searching for answers but not truly seeing:
Their beauty within, burning like white-hot coals.
At times, so gentle..with empathy so pure.
Emitting radiance, a kind of allure.
Calling the masses, the meek, to surrender.
Healing hidden shadows, blessed defender.
Human nature, a mercurial being.
Overrun and overcrowd. Stuffed to the gills.
Innocent victims. Run. Terrified. Fleeing.
Maniacal laughter follows, gives chills.
Warmongers, detached. So blinded by their greed.
Were they born to hate? Or do we plant the seed?
Empty hearts in an empty shell. They're feeding.
No love for those they hurt. Left behind, bleeding.
*'What I love-What I Hate' Double Rispetto Poetry Contest
*Sponsored by: Tom Woody
*Entered on: 9/30/25
I lost a piece of me last night
My whole world turned to a fright
When two cops showed at my door
My heart sunk right to the floor
Icy chills ran through my soul
A deep dark emptiness black hole
Could not escape what I was told
My whole body turning cold
Falling to my knees I drop
Heartbeats are about to stop
Stabs of pain slicing right through
Flooding memories of you
In my mind as pictures of
Me without your tender love
Flash with hollow and darkness
All the sparks of any brightness
Now a future is no more
I was kicked right to the core
Of my very sad existence
Way inside there is resistance
To believe you wont return
A hell fire starts to burn
More than fear and lots of fret
Day in, day out I wont forget