Long Dark of night Poems
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I like the dead and dark of night
when people are asleep,
Instead of talking needlessly
demanding, their needs met.
Instead of talking needlessly
of worries woes and fears,
I hear the silence of the house
alone, my mind is all my own.
For a moment in my life of dreams
I do not have to care
I do not have to think about
the other thoughts out there
and yet I love to care about
the people in my life.
I love to hear their problems
and their woes.
It's just the night time calls to me
a time to be alone.
A time to re-examine
all the thoughts that are my own.
I love to think for just myself
An unrestricted time alone
I love the silence of the night
with self felt affirmation.
I woke from a s w e e t dream and it was four,
and in a trance I walked into a door;
then I tripped on my C A T done that before,
walking in the dark of night - like what for.
My head hurts and my foot is really sore,
and after that darn sneaky cat, I tore;
then I slid on my s h i n y hardwood floor,
crashed into a table and loudly swore.
I w o k e u p in my bed from a big snore,
a dream- or was I sleep walking at four?
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August 24, 2016
Poetry/Monorhyme/At Four
Copyright Protected, ID 16-82-843-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
For the contest, Monorhyme Mania
sponsor, John Hamilton
Third Place
Bones of steel hard and cold
torn with fire from rocks so hard
fiery liquid hot burning bright
forced to serve the thoughts of man
Mountain highs sundered apart
their cold hard bones cut from within
shaped to be unyielding skin
to trap within and hold tight
cold flesh of land in fire placed
burnt with flame till colors flee
cast in forms that cannot hold
piercing beams of morning light
locked away trapped within
high above the distant land
gazing down so far below
held from where one would be
Windows bright hard and cold
placed where light will never be
morning sun does not shine
setting sun this place can’t find
cold shadows here occupy
where warming light cannot be
steals the warmth from those trapped within
and the hope they cannot find
hot tears they cry that fall and cool
anguished wails that ears don’t hear
trapped within and held a way
From all that they would be
knights within their armor fight
beneath colored banners in the breeze
magic trapped within the weapons held
wielded with skill hard earned
battles long they did fight
within the tower and mornings light
and into cold dark of night
endless the battle that they fight
the foe insidious will not yield
seeking ever against their might
attacks from shadows everywhere
cast by the falling of the light
hopeless cries in the night
within the tower high and cold
bones of steel and flesh of stone
and windows that never see the light
War reprehensible war, with such connotations as I abhor'
Also the agents of its inception; on them be complete rejection'
Those that sow unrest, within the people's breast; bones of contention'
Sedition, false invention. Subversion seeping ; lost leaders no connection.'
The running sore of bribery; the massaging of anxiety division in society
Renewed other buzzwords, mind you.' Or perhaps you've given up?
Feel it's all just too much? As a weight bearing heavy that holds you as such
At night it awakes you, tries to mentally break you; in small inroads too
Each day requesting more dues' asked to live inside out? Helps to help'
Leading to who would Know where? Perhaps it's worth to still care?
Ignore the smiling doomsayers the convinnial conniving ritual makers
The encourages of pot banging, and various noise also hooting clanging
A paganistic bent, driving evil spirits away? In this enlightened age?
I see the dark of night; in this mess; this depressive plight'
It's been a psyops move in muted light, a relentless sicko driven fight
Yet hold the line, defend and rightly, speak out on the fear insighfully.'
I'm limping in the Savanna
With my safari hat askew
I've never been to Africa before
So this experience is new
I can see an elephant in the distance, far, far away.
My legs have started to tremble,
I hope that's where that elephant will stay.
I get out my binoculars, hoping I look like a pro,
I dropped them in the dense grassland
And did not see them go,
I knelt on the ground to see if I could find
My binoculars as I did not want to leave them behind.
I looked for ages until my poor knees ached,
I soon ran away as I heard the slithering of a snake.
The snake moved fast, getting closer and closer to me.
I clasped my arms around an enormous tree.
The snake slid by with a look of disdain.
When overhead, I heard the motion of a plane.
I whipped off my jacket and waved it fervently.
Screaming at the top of my voice, please come and save me.
I could see the pilot wave, and much to my delight.
I would be safe before the dark of night.
Did I enjoy this experience?
The answer is NO
Home Sweet Home Safar is I want to go.
Sing me a lullaby with peaceful themes
a sleep without scary dreams
to lull me fast asleep
without tears for me to weep.
Let the soft hum push away the dark of night
and all the fears that come with morning light.
Sing me a lullaby gentle and sweet
a force so strong for death to cheat
Holding back all and any threats
and protect me from night time silhouettes.
Sing me a lullaby from the days of old
that dance me through the midnight cold.
A dance that waltzes knightly in the hours
and wakes me from any evil powers.
Sing me a lullaby to daily cope
providing chanted hymns and inner hope
conquering any difficult or fearful time
assuring everything in life will be fine
and the lullaby can easily flow
more than the child's rhyme we know.
When I am alone I will create, in the silence,
I write poetry as that is my fate, in the silence.
I have a need to seclude myself and withdraw from life,
wanting to be hidden and concentrate, in the silence.
Inside me a storm of thunder and lightning is raging,
my sad words are swirling and penetrate, in the silence.
Into the dark of night quietly I write my poems,
I have this sweet power to captivate, in the silence.
My broken heart is bleeding and my pen is dripping blood,
it is my prayer and my wish to write great, in the silence.
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November 26, 2015
Ghazal
Inspired by the Rumi Quote,
When I am silent
I have thunder
hidden inside
For the contest, Quote Me Rumi, sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
A ghostly moon starts rising
as Dusk falls, and daylight's done.
And orange and tangerine,
envelope a crimson sun.
Heaven's draped in black velvet,
adorned with jewels of light.
And swirls of gold filigree,
spin within the dark of night.
Spinning pulsars and quasars
imbue rhythm to time and space.
And in this cosmic ballet,
gravity holds all in place.
Mars ascends in shades of red,
evoking passion and praise.
And claiming Her rightful place;
Venus peeks down through the haze.
Shooting stars fizzle away
within the blink of an eye.
And the kingdom of magic
is as near as the night sky.
I’m looking for a hometown that’s anywhere but here
Ever reminded that the dark of night gives way to my fear
Where faces of family and friends look like strangers to me
where people are afraid to be who they are meant to be
Hometown- just another word for a living hell
Here living alone is all I’ve ever done well
Surrounded by strangers I know are my own
Where I rest my head doesn’t feel like home
I’m looking for a hometown that’s anywhere but here
Where I’ll know the people and they’ll become dear
Where no one’s a stranger and I can finally breathe
A place where people are just as they seem
Where darkness of night gives way to peace and calm
Likened to the embraces of a lovers arm
Where I gaze upon the moonlight of a summers’ night
And I sense in my soul that my world is right
A place where intimacy and friendship are easy to find
Where living from the inside out is living of my kind
I’m looking for a hometown where people know me well
Where emotions are expressed and friends are easy to tell.
8-26-14
A chain of events has lead me to this here and now,
it is a twisted chronicle and woeful history;
but, I will spare you the complete saga of my life.
I have spent part of my journey barren and hallow,
my tears have been full of empty whys and weeping;
grief is a prison- I can affirm and attest to that.
It is amazing that my spirit had a chance to grow,
but, with temerity and recklessness I kept creeping;
in the dark of night unable to sleep I have felt flat.
Yet, I think the overtone of my life is my wow,
the nuance and shadows are all part of the mystery;
I survived- although I have known life's knife.
Somehow, I always find the crevice and the sun's glow,
through a crack in my life the light comes seeping;
an aperture opens for me and I shake off my past.
I have known great love, friendship and too many a foe,
and yes, I do have a proclivity to weeping that I like keeping;
but, in my innermost marrow there is a strength vast.
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November 2, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/This Here and Now
Copyright Protected, ID 11- 1082-312-02
All Rights Reserved, 2018, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Eight Word Challenge-9
sponsor, John Hamilton, Judged 11/2018
Second Place