Long Dead of night Poems
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Horses gallop through my mind
They don't stop they just rewind
Piano keys play lullabies in my dreams
Logic’s tossed into the bin
Love's a game I’ll never win
But I’m diving headfirst in
Or so it seems
I wait for eleven eleven
To whisper wishes to the sky
Love's made me crazy
Can’t you see
She’s the only equation I believe
If she were math
I’d beat a calculator
She’s the answer I’ll solve sooner or later
My little heart
It sparkles bright
Like city lights in the dead of night
Thinking of her makes my thoughts combust
I’m not the same
I’ve lost control
She’s the melody that fills my soul
Love’s a mess but trust me
It’s a must
Peace silence the dead of night
Hidden tucked away kept up out of sight
The calm before this soul so overtaken by fright
Becomes the one who cant dream never seeing what is right
Nights chill still trying to sink deep
Down your spine you feel doom slowly as it creeps
Knowing its approach near impossible to sleep
Sanity the thing desperately we try to keep
Things arent quite what they had always seemed
Friend and foe only after thier own cream
Wondering why even at first is clearly thier own dream
Its how we're disconnected theres no me left up in team
Needin to provide and survive this neverending chapter
No advice all you hear is mocking laughter
centered on themselves and only what theyre after
The conflict bouncin in my soul oh the endless clatter
CRASHING waves... SMASHING seas...
Bringing sailors to their knees.
As they struggle to save their lives
Hoping and praying, help arrives.
The stormy seas as dark as coal,
Preventing the sailors from reaching their goal.
Battered and bruised, but still they fight...
Staring ahead, into the dead of night.
Rocking and rolling as they try to stand...
Hoping against hope, that they soon reach land.
Bleary eyed from lack of sleep.
Down in their cabins, huddled like sheep.
As they're rocking and rolling down beneath
Weary sailors above, resist with gritted teeth.
hours later, as the storm starts to dissipate,
It leaves a calm tranquil sea in it wake.
The veteran sailors know the battle is over, and they have won...
As they contemplate, other storms yet to come...
Muted evidence proclaimed the subtle oddities of night
Lunar time should have reached the zenith of its height
No chirping crickets were heard, nor angry feline brawls
Lacking was the rhythmic chanting of nocturnal owl calls
No lengthened shadows grew where they should be cast
The moon, in pale depression, had only risen half mast
Strange and sullen manner, for summer's interlude to end
As though it were lamenting the loss of a beloved friend
Not just physical in nature, but with heartfelt immortal pain
Darkened was the dead of night for one whose love was slain
In grief there is no consolation, the future bleak and ominous
but there remains a hunger for love, one intensely ravenous
Sammy had a little pet it was a little bat
He had a friend who had a cat and one who had a rat
A parrot or a hamster or a little sausage dog
might have been a better pet, perhaps even a frog
For bats don’t purr and bats don’t bark or even parrot-speak
but even in the dead of night his bat won’t even squeak
He thought his bat should have a name, the name he chose was Dennis
For when his mom tripped over it she said it was a menace
So now his bat has got a name and mummy helped him pick it
Then Sammy took his bat outside and used it to play cricket
9 October 2021
Contest: Nursery Rhyme
Sponsor: Eve Roper
In the dead of night veils uplift on Mid Summer's Eve,
still a time for a few live sacrifices, so tread warily.
A time when briefly the gates of hell can open
and unworldly things spew forth intent on evil.
Mid Summer Night dreams can come to pass
most oft to those who's hearts are true and pure.
A night of extremes, of evil versus good, and
of the fires of covens and black magic.
A night where Pan himself comes forth
playing his Pipes with gleeful skirls.
Tempting and enticing the unwary souls
with false promises and exciting dreams.
Goddesses of Light dance around in circles
their task to push back the evils of hell
to allow departed lovers to hold their beloved
for a fleeting moment to love once more.
That trick you pulled off,
That was playing it smart.
You have taking care of
You down to an art.
You’re a destroyer of human souls,
Just thought you should know.
You don't care, that stopped
A long time ago.
Your beauty is only skin deep,
Inside your ugly and wilted.
You are not what you show to others,
Your mean and tilted.
You only show them the rose,
Never the thorns.
I know the real you,
Grab the ram by the horns.
You always have a new victim
Before you discard the old.
The victim is hooked in,
He thinks he struck gold.
My love for you was
True and real.
You blow it off like
It's no big deal.
To stop from drowning,
It’s a constant fight.
It hits the hardest in the
Dead of night.
A forever wound that
Will never heal.
Looking back, not one time
Were you real?
I'm hurt and confused,
Full of aggression.
I teeter between
That and depression.
On purpose you poked
My ***** esteem.
Tore my heart out and
Took away my dream.
You devour sexual energy,
Your daily routine.
You rule the kingdom,
The evil Queen.
Turbo1904
I haven’t always dreaded the approach of night;
I’d loved it, in fact, for its mysterious ways
And how the darkness would seem to swallow the light
That manages still to shine its dazzling rays,
Bathing all in its path in silvery white
And giving everything a porcelain-like glaze.
Now, though, as the day comes to its destined end
I shake with fear at what the shadows portend.
It was not long ago when in the dead of night
He came to my room and loomed over me,
His face familiar though it was against the light,
He ignored my tears and most earnest plea,
So while my room was bathed in silvery white
He defiled kinship and violated me.
Now as twilight brings the day slowly to end
I brace myself for what the shadows portend.
November 3, 2024
Baguio City
When God was man and we could see
The love He gave for you and me
He was mocked hated and despised
His love was foreign to our eyes
The wicked said,now stop! Don't preach
It's we who must now preach and teach
But He denied the lies they taught
To give the bread the Father brought
Now Satan's men were angered when
They learned that Jesus would not bend
Then Satan gave his men a plan
By which he thought to bind this strong man
They took Him in the dead of night
To try Him when they had no right
When they approached He did not flee
This was the path to set man free
His life He gave upon the cross
He paid sins price it was the cost
Though Satan thought he'd won the fight
Twas Christ who'd have the final might
Three days and nights His body lay
In the tomb to decay
But on the fourth He did arise
The tomb would shake for He's alive
The Satan said what shall I do
The son of God has broken through
Yes He arose disciples say
To give new life and light mans way
The ashes of your ghost still roam within a sea of roses.
Breathing you in, I try to reach through the veils,
yet to no avail.
The bitter emptiness is all I can feel.
The Fates keep taunting, teasing~
in the dead of night, your voice still lingers,
preventing slumber from taking hold.
The ticking of clocks infects my broken psyche,
hallucinations tangle me within what used to be our sheets.
Breathing in your scent, exhaling demons~
without you, the devil whispers.
Temptation takes hold,
fire flows through transforming veins.
Lilith’s fury poisons any humanity that was left.
Levitating from the bed, rebirth is at hand.
Cutting into my chest,
the heart becomes the heartless.
Electricity pulses beneath rippling flesh,
destruction now at my fingertips.
Grief begets hate.
Now watch as the world burns,
as I become my own martyr.