Long Demises Poems
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Heavy is the brow that sits the crown of power,
fame or shame it is a wonder that we live with
greed to want for more than we can afford
or sow the seed and set the deal
dealt to us in deeds we need…
We want more to succeed in our greed
we wear the finery of a life lived out fast
we burn out in all the lights we love
and breathe the shadow of the tv screen
and dance the dance macabre
We want to have and to hold all that
is dear but to pay the price
for a mear meek soul in the void
of life that is touched for a costly lie
We seek to have and to hold
to warm and to mold the binary
of life in our hands such is the power of man
For heavy is the brow that sits
the crown the power the
flame the perceived shame
We are plugged into little black
digital boxes and waste our
lives in opinions and checkmarks,
suicide drives
We live vicariously through
others imagery we worry
what we are liked or shared or
only care as we count the
Tick-Tocks of life now lost in a computer app
We are void of passion seconds
to our demises close to our
death but 30 secs of shame
slides slices of life pointless and enflamed
Heavy is the brow with thoughts
of more than what we are more
than self, as humanity runs
a mock not thinking or dreaming
we only wait for dawn with our
eyes wide shut as we scream into the night
You shine so beautifully…don’t try so hard
Hello sunshine…it has been years since you haven’t rose from depression
But, you finally got through the war and you won…it’s over with…you made a good last impression
On your friends before they kissed their demises…don’t be miserable, beloved bard
Beauty was flying and it never dried from sight
But that was many years ago
I woke up on a fresh morning…on a clean slate
Hello moonlight…it has been years since you haven’t disappeared from sight
But, you finally lost the battle of survival…and you must accept your failures and move on with life…become friends with the sunlight
Before it loses its appealing effulgence…before it faces crisis…I’m happy in my optimistic state
Hope was abiding near our side during divine flight
But that was countless years ago
You were mine like jewels connected to my body…please don’t discard
This wonderful opportunity…it has been years since you haven’t waken up from suppression and captivity…you groan
But, you believed in your perpetual future and now you’re gone…hopelessness barrels in this heart of stone
I’ve fallen in the same pit of deceiving paradise…life can get hard…
You shine so beautifully…don’t try so hard
Hello sunshine…it has been years since you haven’t rose from depression
But, you finally got through the war and you won…it’s over with…you made a good last impression
On your friends before they kissed their demises…don’t be miserable, beloved bard
Beauty was flying and it never dried from sight
But that was many years ago
I woke up on a fresh morning…on a clean slate
Hello moonlight…it has been years since you haven’t disappeared from sight
But, you finally lost the battle of survival…and you must accept your failures and move on with life…become friends with the sunlight
Before it loses its appealing effulgence…before it faces crisis…I’m happy in my optimistic state
Hope was abiding near our side during divine flight
But that was countless years ago
I know…baby, don’t try too hard…
Keep up your strengths and never show them your weaknesses
Show them that their demises
Isn’t the right answer to solving daily issues
Isn’t the right solution to demolish the blues…...........
Turn into a transparent cloud
and find your way to Heaven;
take a voyage into the unknown
with an excitement never allowed.
Glance at the vast cosmos without perplexity,
they are the gifts that God meant for Humanity;
more earths and moons not visible to human eyes...
await us tomorrow, boldness can overcome demises.
New awesome universes that Galileo and others never saw;
wonders revealed by images appearing from dots that glow,
and with your gaze up: be inspired, be charmed, be vowed
by the gleaming galaxies that nobody until now has named.
Is it only your ultimate dream to venture and conquer all?
No, that's everybody's dream to own planets and more!
Anxiety can incite, but expectancy to find life is minimal;
will you find rivers that flow, beaches with a tidal bore?
we often begin with ,do you know?
before we offer any suggestion
but dont you think if they really knew
there would be no reason to ask that question
some of us speak
just as fast as most can blink
and words seem to come out of our mouths
before we can even think
some of the things we tend to say
can't even be justified
and once we realize we made a mistake
we just stand there questioning why
yes the mind is a terrible thing to waste
for its so full of deception
but it is the tounge that tells the tale
for it is our most dangerous weapon
just think of all the brillant minds in history
that somehow ended up dead
it was;nt their thoughts that cause their demises
i beleive it was something they said
Birds chirping roughly on an avocado tree
I curiously look upwards to see what could that noise be?
Is it a sparrow or a mockingbird?
It's plump and it has all shades of brown
I'm stepping upwards next to the spiraling, gnarled tree before me
The chirping has stopped this second
Breaking my imaginative ideas and brewing them to ruins
I'm stepping downwards
Urging myself to walk towards this memorable maze-like place
Where I could feel the wind caress my face
In a meadow of cherished flowers
Making this my solitude
To sit on a crooked bench and ponder about my frowning attitude
I hear someone steeping below the wall...the safety cliff
I seem to stand here all stiff
Hearing all the bafflement of my unreal family
I walk around,
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my demises
Struck by fireworks from the cloudless, fashionable sky
Sitting on a scrawny, dirty chair
Staring at the ancient tree...wondering how life isn't fair
How could it bear such fruit or vegetable?
It grows firm and ripe
Without a flaw...without a stripe
Though I feel that I'm too thin
I walk around,
Inspiration driven through this memorable garden
Endless in its incredible surprises
Leaving me no place to face my tangled drowsiness
I must stop stepping downwards
Into my deep motivations...my charmed desire
Though its hoarse and cruel to leave this tangling temptations
I decide about a decade later
That I really need to take a tightening grasp to hold on to the
stairway's handlebars
Hold on for a minute...I hear a cricket beneath the cemented ground
It leaves the wind to make no ruffling sound
About a decade later, I realize this cycle goes on and on and on and it
mixes altogether
We need to be brought up together
As a family and visit my uncle and grandma
I need to make the decision to step upwards
Make an effort to say my last words:
"I love you all! We'll see you both next month!"
I start the cycle all over again in July
This time,
I won't fail to do my missions
Against those throes of untimely demises that Hormel chili should usher in surprises, or so the weapon goes to the kiln where kilts affray melt ire still, but beside the moon, that heavenly crest shan't ring new tones, the silent rest, whereupon one green stamp made this here, reap and commala like times past my dear, where one thing never finds Ms. Garland and another may leave her, is it simply constructed or beaten and beleaguered? I beat the metal hot and strong, but saintly serpents proved them wrong, the energies aglow like fires unkempt, the hearth and mantel heavens lent them and showered the earthly with cures galore a poor poet's boy, Aurora's demure.
LET GO…you have nothing left to hold
Except this piece of gold
From my heart to yours…
The predator scores…
You’re lost and failure injects bad luck into you
And you’re ashamed of your sores…it’s true
Isn’t it?
But that was long ago…
When you fell into your own pit?
You shine so beautifully…don’t try so hard
Hello sunshine…it has been years since you haven’t rose from depression
But, you finally got through the war and you won…it’s over with…you made a good last impression
On your friends before they kissed their demises…don’t be miserable, beloved bard
Beauty was flying and it never dried from sight
But that was many years ago
I woke up on a fresh morning…on a clean slate
Hello moonlight…it has been years since you haven’t disappeared from sight
But, you finally lost the battle of survival…and you must accept your failures and move on with life…become friends with the sunlight
Before it loses its appealing effulgence…before it faces crisis…I’m happy in my optimistic state
Hope was abiding near our side during divine flight
But that was thousands of decades ago
You and I should run away…
So we can both shine like the sunrise that welcomes a new…
Crystal-clear day!
But I can’t have you…remember…you rejected me…
Oh, now the truth shimmers and unravels secrets that you’ve kept away from me
The truth is as clear as day - honey…
as the gleaming sea…
Producing waves of uncertainty… within a single millisecond – I witness your auras reflecting worthless worry
But that was only yesterday night…that contrite night
Not many years ago…
I had fight to good fight for your safety ’cause you were uptight
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Where’s your passionate glow?
I rely on my unflinching courage
and on my unyielding strength
fighting for virtues that instill knowledge...
until understanding dispels rage
without leaving bitterness on the breath,
or the horrible feeling of revenge!
Will the vast unknown increase fear,
will this journey be hindered by storms
and frighten me by what lies ahead?
Be it bliss, be it wonder, or be it a dread:
they'll be revealed by fate that conforms
to the measure of faith in the believer!
God sets the limit of my demises,
the perfidious path I trod on is awfully dark
and without moonlight, I stumble upon a rock
and kneeling before Him: I accept my trials!
No trick or treaters on the street
they're all in bed now, getting sleep,
Candies piled high upon the floor
collected from each neighbor's door,
Smoke rises from the pumpkin's grin
the day's magic still burns within,
Restless spirits are set free to roam
and find their way back to home,
An earthly reunion until the sun rises
with those who've met their demises,
It's time for October's farewell scene
on the final night of Halloween,
The harvest moon is setting low
opposite the rising sun's gentle glow,
Wandering souls leave us for another year
and say goodbye and shed a tear,
Because, they surely miss us, too
their tears become the morning dew,
To stain the leaves a shining gold
and welcome in wet November's cold.
Where wicked things grow,
She waits to be found,
Down a dark and dusty road,
Eve, a Pumpkin, dying on the ground,
Ravens pick away her eyes,
She now sees,
Her grin carved with back stabbing knives,
Revealing her unborn seeds,
Slicing her orange flesh,
She feels no pain,
Her grin releases no breath,
As she drinks in frozen rain,
Tonight she'll be warmed by their candle's flickering flame,
Transformed,
She'll perform,
In their evil game,
As they walk by her,
In their scary disguises,
Hoping to fit in,
To be saved from their demises,
It's her turn to play,
Her last chance before she dies,
On this her best performance yet,
All Hallow Eve's Night.
~Vickie Thayer~