Long Encroaches Poems
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Gaunt and white
Ashen to dead
The night awakens
For the living dread
A full moon high
Induces their want
Blood of the live
Their silent haunt
Maiden or man
In peaceful sleep
Blooded rewards they crave
In their nighttime reap
An open window
On a moonlit night
As a darkened angel
In quiet flight
A mist drifts
As she appears
A silent victim
In unknown fear
Her neck omitting
A scent of feed
As this vampired dark angel
In wanting need
Slowly she encroaches
As her victim stirs
Revealing more flesh
This vampire's spur
Mouth agape
Her intention set
The need of her
In blood lust wet
Punctured skin
As her teeth sink
The draining of life
In darkened drink
The mist reappears
As the night folds
This vampire's victim
Left in ashen cold
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Walking down a lane, strewn with withered leaves,
I watch as they twirl and pirouette in Autumn's chill wind
leading them in a rhythmic dance that it skillfully weaves
as they plummet, leaving branches naked and chagrinned.
There's a true spark of vigor in the breeze of Autumn's call.
One I am quite happy to answer in poetic verses composed
about a family trip to the pumpkin patch, amid hues of Fall
when Nature's boldest color palette is so vibrantly exposed.
It's time for gathering together, and offer words of thanks
for the bountiful food and the beauty of a harvest moon,
and children Trick-or-Treating; scary Halloween pranks.
There's a crispness in the air and firewood to be hewn.
I get so excited when my favorite season approaches
and foliage gloriously blazes in shades of rust and gold.
Too quickly the coldest season of the year encroaches.
I'm not enamored by Winter when shivering with cold.
From this lane, I watch geese flying to a warmer clime,
their vee formation clear to see as to the South they go.
But before Winter takes command there's enough time
to enjoy these golden days of Fall, before the first snow.
I stand where silence threatens to consume,
The dark encroaches, hungering for claim,
Yet still I walk, unflinching in the gloom,
Unbent, unbroken, nameless though my name.
Oblivion waits with patient, endless hand,
Its shadows whisper promises of peace,
But I will not bow down to shifting sand,
Nor trade my breath for chains of sweet release.
The void may laugh, the stars may turn to dust,
The years may scatter like a broken flame,
But in my veins endures a stubborn trust,
A will no darkness ever yet could tame.
Though night is vast, and all is swept away,
I scorn the end, and claim my right to stay.
I read that book
When I was way to young
To understand
Its intricacies
The utter
Humanness
Of the plot
The re-read
Left me
In a state of
Panic'an
Bileness
Shreds my emotions
Like your mouth is
Just before
Being sick
The helplessness
As the two
Plea for help
From each other
As madness
Slowly encroaches
As they cannot
Make head nor tail
Of life
And what
It doesn’t offer
The missing piece
Was just them
On my book shelf
All this time
It
Just there
Made a thousand
Curtains fall
And I
Just sat
On the floor
In awe
Of what stood beyond
Those curtain falls
Funny
It was telling me
Something was coming
A couple of weeks
Of intense signs
Except the last one
Before
The falls
I hadn’t
Seen that before
Yet I
Have lived it
I have spoken it
I experienced it
In three years’, time
This insight
To life
Leaves me
Felling flat
As I totally
Understand
The full humanism
Of our situation
And why
It all occurs
I stand
Atop a cliff
Above
The total madness
It
Holds my hand
And speaks
‘You discovered how to walk
Its time
To teach you
How to ride a bike’
Let clocks unlock unbroken birds they bind:
Too quick in May they peek Azalea’s bloom;
Wide eyes enlightened bound by darkness blind,
And spring reflected bares a thinning plume:
Like pearls of April nestled smooth and deep,
Those dizzy doves that danced in drizzled mist;
When June denounced they shed their plumage cheap,
One hand from two returned with feathers missed.
And now where frost encroaches one remains,
And strains the waning sky for molted May;
But night is cagey, so their sight abstains,
Until reduced by winter, cold and gray:
Where I am still, unable still to see,
One dove from two; in spring reflective: Me.
11/28/2018
Shadowlight
Words without color
Are words drawn from an empty well
From fathoms of dusty knowledge that rapidly fade
As time encroaches time
And sounds without song
Are but shards of empty utterances that once belonged to language
Where once melody passed from quill to paper, from page to book, from heart to soul
But are now mere ellipses to nowhere
I need not request you touch my heart
To envelope our beings with shadow's light
And create choruses of joy atop the palette of love
For you are void of language too brittle to bend
Too rigid to flow
And too distant to feel
You have forged the arc of our journey
Wherein awaits the mystery
That patience bestows on time
That willingness allows for hope
And courage delivers with love
Will you be my Shadowlight
And dance with me in the whiteness of infinite rainbows?
A New World
There is an epic war
Waged for all of time
Man is the enemy
Fighting and killing
Destroying everything in sight
His weapons are concrete and steel
With glass so he can see his victories
He claims he wants to make the world better
Make it more livable for his children
He loves the towers he creates
All of the streets which run everywhere
And yet, go nowhere
He forces the plants to live in preserves
Giving the animals less and less room
But, even in the havens he grants to nature
He encroaches and destroys
With all his forethought he doesn't know
Someday, after he is gone
After he had returned to the dirt from where he came
The asphalt borders he had erected
The temples he built to worship progress will fall
They will crumble to dust
And the trees and animals he imprisoned will rise
They will climb to where man had been
They will grow and live in the debris
Nature will reclaim the world which was stolen
It will make everything right
And the world will begin anew
An old man keeling down by a gravestone
cleans the inscription so it can be read.
For it’s a symbol of why he had come
“Love Is Eternal” was all that it said.
Wiping a tear, his expression glazes
sorting out memories he swore to keep.
And then he began to whisper his thoughts
his lips wearing a smile borrowed from sleep.
Do you remember our first Halloween
picking out a pumpkin in the hot sun?
And how we craved up that orange giant
bubbling over with excitement and fun.
A kaleidoscope of leaves played the wind
as they danced in tune with each fresh breeze.
And our hearts converged in the autumn chill
admiring the shear beauty of the trees.
Our hands gently touched and we laughed out-loud
a happy sound filling our hearts with joy.
And smells of summer’s bounty spiced the air
arousing the man stirring in the boy.
Our trust grew as inhibitions were shed
and leaning on hope we shared our first kiss.
For that night two innocent naive hearts
fell in love, while experiencing bliss.
I recall splashes of sugar maples
blazing in mosaics of scarlet and gold.
And memories only love can retrieve
treasured pages within a book grown old.
Promising he’ll see her again in time
the old man slowly rises to his feet.
For winter now stalks his bones, life’s too short
and death encroaches at summer’s retreat.
A season out of the ordinary,
A season beyond the sculptured,
Disarray in the elements of nature,
Chaos in time and space.
Turbulence pervades the climate,
There's a disruption in the sequence of nature,
Twilight encroaches on the day,
Uncertainty looms over the horizon.
Humans seek a solution,
They search for an escape route,
Freedom from the shackles of a deviant season,
A way out from the tendrils of a dark continuum.
Mystery comes out of its chamber,
The phantom unveils itself,
Humans are burdened by an unbalanced system,
They’re haunted by their negligence.
November 12, 2022.
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 20 Poetry Contest,
Mark Toney.
Life is frozen, an endless winter night
My heart, deep inside, pumps slower now
My bones are brittle, as the cold encroaches
Locked in a sheath of frigid ice
Frost runs down the window panes
Of my soul, scarring me with a terrible beauty
Snow falls into the empty catacombs
Of my mind, covering up my path
The north wind takes the breath from me
And the chill runs all down my spine
A dark grey sky, no warmth to be found
The whiteness crunches sadly beneath my feet
Embrace the freeze, for there is no escape
From this sharp pain, this clear, bright pain
Feel the bleak and wintry gloom envelop all
Numbing limbs, I am quiet now, glacial and still
A ghost wind blows across the windswept tundra
Of my thoughts, until thinking slows then stops
Now waiting in pale hope for the Sun’s rays to melt
Away this cold, till life is frozen no more