Long Closed Poems
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He's reluctant to make friends,
and shows little or no trust
in people who reach out
and smiling he pretends!
He doesn't follow those positive minds,
every joke and laughter bothers him,
and seeing no humor in a silly whim...
his moods become bleaker than shadows!
What makes him act the strange way he does?
Was he bullied as a kid by his schoolmates?
And not having the strenght to fight back,
he lost his confidence in clever counterattack!
Oh, pitiful loner, be warned that a sucidial mind that
contemplates death has no worth, but bears distraught;
you live in a cheerless home that has closed windows
looking over a street where others exchange their hellos!
A bright teen barely twenty has willfully thrown away
his chances for glory by listening to internal voices
coming from the netherworld hindering his senses
from enjoying life by making his skies completely grey!
written on 6/19/2017
The mentally ill have given up on us.
Let loose they roam
where once naked cowboys sang.
It is the drugs
it is the broken system
it is the anger of strangers
it rises like a concrete weed in our heads.
The 'no nothings' can do nothing,
the big chiefs
in their native american Uber wagons
ride around with closed minds,
they talk through their noses,
blow-harder than ever.
Cops duck and dive.
The mentally challenged
are stabbing their sharp fingernails
into the exposed necks of silent lambs.
Subways are neglected, are badlands
where only that brave dare to ride inside.
City life sleepwalks on, but with one eye
always open.
We closed the brothel, by a love gesture
Fortuitous, when our soul did mature
Blunting oldest profession, not simple
Call it if we will, divine miracle
Earths magnetic field shift, caused hearts to stir
Ray divine, propelled us to realms upper
Mankind shed off feral caricature
Now, love enabled, cognition spherical
We closed the brothel
Schumann’s resonance rise, made our hearts purr
All living in peace, in playful caper
Love the magic, that did so enable
Entwining hearts, in tranquil calm stable
Here and now, not in the distant future
We closed the brothel
17-February-2021
Written for: They closed the brothel poetry contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
In the chamber of the soul, where silences gather,
I dwell as a hermit in the city of foam,
Where the world seems like a faded illusion,
I wrap myself in thoughts, like a tree in its closed bark.
Through my veins flows the blood of the unseen,
Heroes of solitude, bearers of sharp shields,
Warriors in the shadow of the fight, for silent truths,
The secret brotherhood keeps me inseparable from the ascended heroes.
On paths of clouds and dreams, I float towards cold skies,
Where beauty, beyond words, lies in slumber,
I weave crowns from stars upon my cold forehead,
Joining my spirit with the elevated ones who embrace no peace.
I am not an island in the ocean of bewildering existence,
Though my map appears as a fragile spider's web,
Unseen connections, in my heart, resonate,
Forming an uninterrupted code of inexpressible emotions.
Horizons of unspoken words reach out to me,
Echoing in the gentle murmur of astral companions,
Together in flight towards justice, in petals of lilies,
We are liberated in the chorus that sings sidereal waltzes.
My invisible banner waves on unyielding walls,
Each crack, a gateway to synchronously beating hearts,
And even if the eyes of the world see me in woven shadows,
My secret community, in echo, tells me, "You are not a prisoner."
Dust of constellations are the paths I tread,
On trails of quartz and verses in the cool night,
With each timid step, my legend is inscribed,
In the book of ages, a solitary traveling soul, but not alone,
A moonbeam in the heart of the roaring sea.
He went to sleep
but ne’er woke up
His guardian angel came
and gently called his name
No fuss
No pain
Just called his name
And took him
by the hand
Afore the dawn
on this brand new morn
So peaceful
she thought
Just sleeping
she thought
But as she softly called his name
He did not stir
No breath
He’d gone
No fuss
No pain
‘Twas then she knew
His guardian angel came
Then for a while
With him she’d lain
As softly
She did call his name
This precious time
Just him and her
There was no breath
He did not stir
She said goodbye
Her love she sent
His spirit rose
His soul did soar
Eternal love forevermore
She wept and slowly closed the door
Written 14 February 2021
Contest ALL YOURS (FEB 15)
Sponsor Brian Strand
First Place
Long doors of dark have closed upon the day
And though the wind will batter till the knuckles bleed
It cannot presume to summon morning dawn
Or lift relentless bars, to welcome sun
The light is pillowed deep in slumber’s grip
Do not disturb is hung upon the knob
Unwelcoming, while daybreak still is sleeping
And earth takes respite from the busy day
And dreaming stars are breathing silent sighs
Whisper softly, tiptoe gently
Take care, thus not break the spell
You cannot speed, the night must sleep
The clock ticks on, and patience is the friend
Withhold the futile beating hand
Grow wise in silence and keep the peace
So when the dawn comes by to let you in
Much brighter still, it comes to greet
A welcome mat beneath your feet
Unlocked and free to enter as you please
Companioned by a warm serenity
I'd been dead only an hour
And yet they'd already moved on
Already bid good riddance and closed the coffin
Their words fake, their thoughts sour.
I'd been dead only a day
And yet the maggots picked at my flesh
But couldn't bear to devour my scars
My rejected mistakes untouched, I lay
I'd been dead only a week
But my carcass was left hollow
All but my delusions accepted by nature
The soil murmuring my legacy, a freak.
I'd been dead only a month
My grave stayed bare
weather taking its toll
Id believed people cared, once
I'd been dead only a year
Or was it two now?
You lose yourself when your whole world forgets you
Or when you become the very thing you fear
Who are you without their thoughts
Who are you without your mistakes
Who are you without your legacy
Who are you without someone who cares
Were you ever alive without someone to remember you?
Were you alive when no one saw you?
Are you alive if no one sees you?
Will you be?
When heaven's stroll unfolds,
And the final stories are told;
When we open our ears to listen
To the truths that have been written;
And to everything else, our ears are closed,
May I not be one of those.
During Hitler's rule of terror, there was a
Lutheran pastor name Dietrich Bonhoeffer.
There were those who questioned his
Christianity and dismissed him as heretic
For his bold attempt to assasinate a vicious
And ruthless killer of millions of Jews.
May I not be one of those.
Even though, deep within my soul,
I don't suppose that I would have been
As bold as Dietric Bonhoeffer, I do not
Believe I would have been as one of those.
May history smile at the path that he chose.
I'd much rather be as courageous as he,
And never like one of those.
A party is a body covered in freckles
the shape of wine glasses, circles
marking tables without coasters –
its arms are askew like rugs kicked upon entry by crazed teens,
its eyes half closed shutters, averting the gaze of a neighbour,
its hair the curling wires of a telephone cord, poised in said neighbour’s twitchy hand.
A party begins with youthful skin,
multicoloured shades of lights flashing, vibrant,
soon becoming a wrinkled reflection,
finger food left out too long, stale and dehydrated -
its veins pump with adrenaline the odour of a sudden first kiss,
its toes made up of faded confetti, trodden into carpets from the night before;
its mouth a door, lips a frame, teeth the white froth of innocence atop beers yet to be spilt, slurred.
A party is a heart that beats in time to its guests:
first, the nervous flickers of a host,
to the leaping buzz of an arrival,
then the frantic thumping of a midnight everlasting
until it slows, calms, to the gentle hum of a lover’s caress.
I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden,
The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms raging in the depths,
The nights when sleep eluded you, like a fleeting shadow, and the mornings when you rose again, steadfast,
I knew the trials that left deep scars, the wounds that never healed with time.
I knew the reasons you flinched at love, like a butterfly afraid of a flame too bright,
And if I hadn’t understood all this, I could not have loved you as I did, with all my heart,
Not to fix you, but to hold everything the world continued to break without mercy,
Like a porcelain vase that retains its beauty even when divided into pieces.
I loved you because I saw in you a universe of feelings and dreams, hidden under a veil of silence,
Because I felt the pain in every smile and the light in every tear that fell down your cheek,
I understood that love is not to banish your fears, but to embrace them together, like falling stars,
To find beauty in imperfections and rediscover ourselves in the shards of past days.
And in this uninterrupted flow of thoughts and emotions, I rediscovered the peace of an embrace,
A place where the burdens of the world become lighter, like a lullaby that lulls the night shadows to sleep,
Because our love is not a remedy, but a refuge, a home built from hopes and dreams,
And so, we will walk together through the seasons of life, holding hands like in an eternal promise.