Long Embers Poems
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I gather things I thought were important,
that don't seem quite that way anymore.
There are pictures of the past,
and lists of goals for the future
on the table and in the drawer.
But I find, I don't want to look
at any of them, any longer.
Some bring too much pain,
and there is no gain.
Others bother me like brothers,
that tease, and never please.
I hang onto the moment,
and speak to strangers about
fluff, and stuff...
that does not matter.
My heart is empty and full.
How can that happen?
How can that be, at the same time?
Choices people make,
and bridges burned in big fires
that still show embers among the coals
and in the dark holes,
of people's lives... years later.
None of which ever
will earn anything but empty baskets
without bread, or fish.
So... it is a wish...
nay a prayer
for better days,
when there were still
five corners in the brand-new puzzle box,
and yet enough faith to
put the picture together...
up until the end.
I will send you the last page of a book,
torn out for reasons I can not say,
perhaps however to pay,
some debt,
that has no value
at all?
I will do that...
if I can find a place,
to send it to.
I think of you.
A Journey of Two Hearts
Kisses as sweet as the nectar of spring,
Your lips, a melody, soft whispers sing.
Each touch a voyage to realms uncharted,
Where discoveries bloom, bold and openhearted.
New challenges rise like waves on the shore,
We face them together, to grow and explore.
Your warm heart, a beacon, steadfast and true,
Guiding us both through skies gray and blue.
A bond built on trust, honesty's light,
Desires like embers that glow in the night.
Passion ignites in the depth of your gaze,
A fire that burns through life’s winding maze.
Tenderness lingers in every embrace,
A haven of love, no fear can displace.
This journey, this dance, is ours to pursue,
A tapestry woven of me and of you.
.............
.... ........
hushed whispers...
slammed on the .........
window pane, shadow
forged with swaying impulses
echoes of this morning. Previous night
Under a single old solitary demesne..I...
shouted the summer tune ../
drizzle, sealed within my soul
Indelibly, Endless no longer exists
shed among the jumble of bytes
our sprawled glimpses Beyond the
long-standing weave. You felt without
a goodbye... and I stood there... serene
of suffocating embers, its hefty kernels
strewn throughout the hues of life. The stars
* no longer share my space, amidst hollowness
* behind every shooting star's trail
* Every morning I get up in dread.
/----------------------- \ of missing to
/ \ **hear
/ \ YOUR
/ \ last words
/ \ YOUR
/ \ probable parting
/ \
Some aftermaths burst unseen within,
as aftershocks of sorrow,
arriving as electric jolts
that crash through your skin.
Those shockwaves subside, twinkle out
like embers;
the Kleenex runs out, then you patch up
a memory
like a pair of jeans you cannot throw away.
Then there is that other kind…
those become a stealth lingering,
a picture hung at the back of your mind,
a denial hovering over you
like a Hokusai ‘Wave’ always a verge,
a cresting,
a toppling brink
that falls so slow you don’t see it
because you are in that image somewhere.
It’s a cold tidal wave
waiting to scorch you tongue
with another winters frostbite.
That kind of aftermath is always at hand
to drown you again.
When you feel that towering brim
shout at it
just as loud as you can.
Life as with dreams will never last.
The Sun our star had always shone,
Until the final Arctic blast.
We nailed our colours to the mast.
Spurning peace, brought Armageddon.
Life, as with dreams will never last.
Atomic fusions overcast,
Our seasons fading colours, wan.
Until the final Arctic blast.
Now what remains is in the past
Those deepest thoughts,we look upon,
Life, as with dreams will never last.
That distant star now waning fast.
It's fleeting embers flicker on,
Until the final Arctic blast..
Denying that the die was cast.
Mankind had crossed the Rubicon.
Life, as with dreams will oniy last
Until the final Arctic blast.
Some time ago, we were sent so far from home,
and I could not see a romance while yet I was to roam.
With resignation, I told the Fates - my search it was suspended;
they smirked, for 'twas the long game they intended.
When we met, a friendship so seamlessly began,
and I could not help but break my own chosen ban.
With hope, I told the Fates - long-dead embers they were fanned;
they laughed, for they knew another then held your hand.
While I was away yet again, I met another ghost,
and I could not stand once more so bitterly dosed.
With rage, I told the Fates - my patience it had quit;
they grinned, for they judged I was not yet unfit.
A year passed, and they smiled warm and true,
for then they sent the owl and bade me visit you.
Seedier media’s spewed a lot of late
Crude is all about lewd Bazball’s fate
Ben eschewed then stewed had to wait
On Stokes & ECB feud did concentrate
A tomfoolery catapult at a summer fete
Deranged but change won’t contemplate
Glummer fans can berate but no debate
Won’t halt dumber all out assault template
Fawn this new dawn to thrill will facilitate
Once did reinvigorate now does agitate
Ban this bland brand just a T20 ingratiate
Test tragics thirst perverse curse won’t sate
Hiss Brook took the piss & will aggravate
Ben we no longer trust and must castigate
When he then lost his zen & did denigrate
His men & all the plaudits he did generate
As Test cricket’s saviour we didn’t hesitate
Defending best sort of our sport appreciate
Stopping unwise franchise rise we participate
Tests out of date follow a reprobate mandate
Cogitate let's all just trust Bazball & meditate
New chapter couldn't create must abbreviate
Lust did rust so deviate to your ego capitulate
Ben did abrogate before he then did abdicate
You bled said in red Tests would emancipate
New autobiography a publisher did ingratiate
Was a helluva scheme to your team castrate
Then on Test cricket you literally did defecate
From embers lets remember when did venerate
Rule of cool cats & sexy sultry strut of their gait
We did anticipate how they did titillate & titivate
In the thrall of the gall as Bazball did captivate
Is this the future of Test cricket we did ruminate
Rid of Covid new bid to stop the skid scintillate
Calling card is freeing the old guard to salivate
Enjoy the game again as wins did demonstrate
The swagger turned to stagger did defenestrate
Of course horse bolted.. before closed the gate
We’re entertainers the reason they did extenuate
Facts and their foolhardy acts will still repudiate
Our chagrin as on seriously thin ice they do skate
The plain disdain for the WTC did really infuriate
England is in such a state has enough on its plate
From the ruins nothing to excavate as we excoriate
But blunder here and down under won't exonerate
Uncouth truth can’t be hid from livid fans who hate
Bazball gesticulate just a cheap buzz like amyl nitrate
In the rain I stand
pressed against your window glass,
warm and cold the liquid runs
where my tears mingle.
Do you see me here
longing for the warmth,
the embers stirred to flame
lighting the room
where she sits beside you,
appearing self possessed and free,
a fake-smiling mannequin of me?
Why can't I turn away,
walk out of this self barred prison
into another, happier landscape?
Weeping wallflower, trembling, naked soul . . .
the jagged flashes push me closer,
bright hot lightening bolts of fear
flattening me against your wall.
Copyright, September 9, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
Twin eyes, twin perspectives
Pick your poison; they're both too hard to explain
The cloudy sphere raining down once again
While it's earthen brother quakes uncontrollably
Ten years passed as ten years started
A growling eclipse blots the sun and spreads disease
It goes by many names, many forms
As it eternally revolves far beyond my reach
The boy died in a snowstorm so long ago, it seems
Crippled from birth, stillborn, but didn't know it
As he took those shaky steps towards a dim white light
Collapsing with a crooked smile
She stepped out into the sun
Its flaming rays warming, not burning
Perhaps the first and last time Winter spurned the child
A more jealous lover than you'd expect
Through fear of failure was failure born
A butterfly's flap that would rend the very mountains
Expecting a sapling to bear the weight of a treehouse
It bends, it breaks
He lived to see his wildest dreams come true
Invincible behind his suit of armor
Light refracting brilliantly on that prism
Casting the darkest shadow behind him
Even in darkest shadow
Did the tiniest embers dance in the sky
Through foul black winds
Did a flame of hope still burn
And so they stood as the monarch of a kingdom of plague
As the world outside lay rotting, so they thrived
"Nothing remains static," the snow whispered unto them once again
Kings are oft hard of hearing
Twilight burned beautifully far from civilization
As the setting sun cast brilliant shades of scarlet and violet
Sickness and death continued unabated
As the world was told to simply ignore what they saw
Lead may be sweet, but gunmetal is bitter
Salvaging wreckage from a charred castle
The sun's rays were harsh, even in shadow
What else was there to do but wait it out?
And so they looked salvation in its prismatic eyes
Hiding from one and jabbing the other
Left there on their own
Without a rainbow in the dark
It's a dazzling high number to experience
For the one who thought they'd be dead at 15
Yet here they lay, twice that and half formed
Too scared to live, yet too proud to die
‘Please write on me’,
She implored
He had been lured
By her charms
And the writings
Had come out
A deluge
Nary a day
She would go away
From his works
Though the embers
Still lurk
And refuse to die
The ink
Has gone dry
Those quarrels
Those entreaties
Those fights
Those make-ups
And then
Those flights of fancy
Those compositions
With hidden meanings
Which no one could see
Now all seems
A distant past
The relationship
Fast forwarded
Consummated
Reaching conclusion
Destination arrived
The physical
Triumphing over emotional
The ‘too much, too soon’
Love phenomenon
Of today
Once more snuffing out
The quiet mystery of
Slow romance