Long Disowned Poems
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Pilgrim Transported to A Sacred Space
Weary And Torn but not Folorn
To Implore of the Goddess Face to Face
A Quiet Place, Comforted In Her Embrace, Her Grace,
The Liminal Space, Void of Facades Where Humble Prayers Prevailing
Desire is A Watery Vessel With Hopeful Supplications
Laminated, Hoisted For Vigilant Sailing
Sailing, Navigating Her Crystal Fountain
Bearing Through Currents, Swelling, Expanding
Realining, Refining Brass Rusted by The Salted Sea
Sheltered By The Stormy Blast, Her Tender Care Bestowed
Stilled In Ordered Chaos From Her Comforts Flow
Sufficient Is Her Bosom, Hail The Watery Throne
Sheltered From Boisterous Waves, Fears Vanquished, Abandoned and Disowned.
I see you sink deep in my tear
when my heart melts and flows in flood.
You drift from me to a land far
at the end of my promised world.
As my dreams break, drown in despair
I see you sink deep in my tear.
My crumbling sorrow I can’t share,
the fall of pained clouds I can hear.
You have been so near yet so far,
your shadow lies on my moist eyes.
I see you sink deep in my tear
where my love’s disowned debris lies.
You let sunrise colors pass by,
loss of my day I couldn’t bear.
When night descends with weeping sky
I see you sink deep in my tear.
October 6, 2017.
It's The End of the Forms Series
Sponsored by : Broken Wings.
My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dulcet dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden for you blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your floral face, adroitly adorned.
The oasis of my mind dried in the desert of desolation
as you disappeared with the draft
of the squally summer winds of discontent
with the dregs of divested desire, disowned.
The river of longing in the abandoned valley got lost,
the fervent flowers you gave me withered in the vase,
folded your memory within my reshaped perception.
You’re gone, but an empty chair holds your shape, a reminder.
You are now present as a design of my consciousness
that silhouettes your image on the canvas of my emotion,
becoming an impression in my memory of longing,
figuring you in absence with the fabric of remembrance.
Your absence is not a void of quiet nothingness;
it is your shining presence I sense under the starry sky.
As the stardusts of the blue night contour you for me,
your fancied touch I feel in the ripple of your silent absence.
She wanted love
that he wouldn’t give
She cried and thought
“How can I live?”
There was a sullen boy
who believed
“If I’m gone others will be relieved.”
He feels not good enough
To much pain and other stuff
Then the old man
alone in a chair
sad blue eyes, grey hair
thinking “No one cares.”
Rocking, rocking, by the bed,
hand full of pills blue and red.
A father crying silently
listening to an old tune
A cigar and Jack Daniels
under a full moon
He will be long gone
before it reaches noon.
She who used to be a him
Pretty in her own way
Carl needed to become Kim
Disowned and rejected
by mommy and daddy Jim
Later she’ll be at the end of her rope
attached to a tree limb
A dead girl
with a needle in her arm
Was so innocent once
She grew up on a farm
but the simple life
somehow lost it’s charm
Each in their own way
arrived at this place
Wanting to disappear
without a trace
Time took its toll
lonely occupies this space.
A lie without an answer
different stories to trace.
A sad secret behind every face.
While he was jogging, he suddenly dropped.
I knew immediately that his heart had stopped.
If I had known CPR, his life might have been saved.
But I didn't and sadly, it sent him to his grave.
I learned how to play the piano and how to drive a car.
But it would've been more beneficial if I'd learned CPR.
He perished because he went into cardiac arrest.
I was helpless to save him and my heart shriveled in my chest.
Now I'm hated and have been disowned by my own father and mother.
The reason why they hate me is because the dead man was my brother.
(Even though this poem is fictional, it's very important that people learn Cardiopulmonary Resuscitation.)
I see you slip far in my tear
when my heart melts out of your view.
You drift to a land not near,
at my world's end I promised you.
As my dreams break, stray in despair,
I see you slip far in my tear.
My silent sorrow I can’t share,
the fall of pained clouds I can hear.
Though close I couldn't see you clear,
your shadow lies on my moist eyes.
I see you slip far in my tear,
where my love’s disowned debris lies.
With twilight gleam you passed me by,
loss of my day I couldn’t bear.
When night descends with weeping sky,
I see you slip far in my tear.
August 30, 2020
Contest : Soul Slipper
Sponsor : Kai Michael Neumann
The Dreamless
Now that he had freed himself of the past looking forward
to think thoughts not hampered by dreams of childhood and
the embarrassment of teenage years and sexual clumsiness
falling in love with the most unsuitable and undesirable person possible because she made hot waffles with blueberry jam and sometime strawberry; he still thinks of his horror when his mother thought that woman was a suitable bride for
him mainly because she was stupid and malleable.
It was that beginning that in the end made him break with his past and declare families and danger for civilization, a dagger
in the heart of the future, that must be free of sentimentality.
He liked to sit in bars drinking gin&tonic and watching people before walking to his nearby hotel. Yes, he lived at a hotel because it saved him of the domesticity of paying bills
and fretting about the price of potatoes.
He thought of the German/American writer who said he liked his own company, if that was true how did he know, being drunk most of the time, Not like him who enjoyed his leisure
while waiting to write an earth shattering Novel.
Not to forget the sainted EH, who wrote like a simpleton and
won a Nobel Prize. His contempt for him was endless.
Walking to his hotel in the old part of the town, a boisterous
pig on a balcony fell off and nearly hit him.
The owners of the pig, seeing the animal was mortally wounded, quickly killed the pig by slitting its throat, before it died proper, this to avoid eating a self-dead animal.
This was a shock if the pig had fallen on him he might have ended up in hospital, worse, not being able to walk again
Since he had disowned his family, he had to change his plans.
He would marry an old tart, that had lost her attraction, rent her a flat, give her money for nice dresses, visit her once a week and tell neighbors he was a traveling businessman.
When down with the flu, she could take care of him as it was in her best interest to keep him alive.
Happy now that his future was sorted out, he went to bed and
slept, a night void of dreams.
My God.' how HE is moving smooth! many HE's
Stealing many from the overplayed groove' from
The sinful ruts ' HE stalks the dust. I only in JESUS trust.!
Don't raise yourself or any other, the Spirit teaches closer
Than a brother.' God watches through the eyes of time and
Yet its limits HE leaves behind, HE'S also before.'
And HE'S here right now, HE is marshalling HIS armies
Their extent's just wow! He knows your name the print
Of your soul.' His blood is sins destruction! (be you whole.!)
Two leigons are moving in Canada now.!! Listen people
HE is ALL LOVE all Hope all justice and how.! get into your
Bibles true texts un-abridged, so many ears will tingle! He
Will bring down that ridge..Watch him lift up the valleys
That all folk may see..Level and open.. So plain it will be.!
Let the earthquake erruption strike the wicked that rule.'
In the house that let evil, turn many ministers into fools.'
Ask for His favour..Ask for courage to win..Stand with
Each other.' Trusting only in Him.' Get involved in this move
Now' search out JESUS its time' reach out build in faith
Seize this gift.. Its divine, for vrry soon dear people your tormentor will fall.!! he will
Soon be disowned, davos is in terror.. of our God who will
Awe.!
On a secret journey she has long been
walking in the dark alley of her lonely life
losing the fragile sanctity to the flood of strife
drowns deep within the sucking cesspool of sin.
In the desolate depth of the darkest night
she searches for the sinking soul in torment
finds it sliced in the debris of shame to repent
pines to be free from the bonds of despised plight.
In surging storm blowing with pent up remorse
the strands of her mind swirl like the hair blown
hiding with her sordid hands the face she disowns
prays to God to show her drifted life’s virtuous course.
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August 9, 2020
For Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 16
Used to be we'd pay to see freaks on the carnival way.
Now, for free at the mall we can see some most every day!
Kids (and adults) with tattoos, purple hair, nose and eyebrow rings,
Navel rings, tongue studs and other self-mutilating things!
Now, of course, we didn't do such things six decades ago!
Our parents would have disowned us - besides we had no dough!
Sure, guys wore zoot suits with baggy pants and chain.
I just can't comprehend today's modes, they seem so arcane!
Gals wore battered saddle shoes and one of Dad's old shirts,
With tails flapping in the breeze over their poodle skirts!
They wore bras (or so I'm told), hair coiffured with bangs,
They didn't bare their navels and hang out with rowdy gangs!
It's hard to discern who is who when viewing them from the aft.
Two long-haired kids, holding hands, and acting rather daft!
Is it the "he" on the right or is "he" the one on the left?
It's none of my concern, tho' it does leave my curiosity bereft!
I suppose it's all the rage to let the kids do their thing,
While they're young and carefree, let them have their fling.
I'll roll my eyes and shake my head, looking on aghast,
Wondering what's next after these current fads have passed!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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