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there was a vespa parked on road
billy the buffalo had never rode
it was huge hundred pounds
the vespa struggles under the sound
billy's bellow made it sickly plead
for peace against the massive beast
billy started the vespa fast
and horned loud and rode it past
houses looked at it with awe
uncle hari nicked his ear in awe
the dogs of street glared at it
people in their car stopped to see
it raced and raced till it reached the race
"STRONGEST SPORTS CAR WILL RACE"
billy entered the race with vespa
the poor thing almost collapsed hard
yet raced against fierce cars
till it reached the ending point bars
the buffalo got off and took the prize
the human in car watched in demise
the vespa took a final breath
and fell down on the pavement left
billy jumped into the lake
it had won the race for the vespa's sake
I step through the door of death tonight,
A whispering void, a quit flight.
Beyond the pain beyond the tears,
An end to all my silent fears.
The world behind. fades to a blur,
A life ungrasped, a ceaseless stir.
The weight of sorrow left behind,
In the dark peace, a truth I find.
No more the mask, no more the lies,
No more the countless, empty tries.
In this new realm, I cease to be,
A shadow lost in eternity.
The echoes of my life grow faint,
A distant past, a smudged complaint.
In this cold, final, fleeting breath,
I find release in the arms of death.
The door swings shut, a silence end,
No more to break, no more to mend.
I am but dust, a drifting mote,
In the vastness of a timeless float.
No more the struggle, no more the strife,
No more through the door of death tonight,
Into the darkness, out of sight.
Step through the door of death, they say,
A passage to another day.
Where shadows melt and silence reigns,
And freedom comes from life’s harsh chains.
A threshold crossed, a final breath,
In solitude, I meet my death.
No more the tears, no more the pain,
No more the endless, futile strain.
The world behind, a distant cry,
A fleeting glance, a last goodbye.
The weight of years, the wounds so deep,
Now laid to rest, in endless sleep.
No fears to haunt, no dreams to shatter,
in death’s embrace, does it all matter?
A peace unknown in life’s cruel game,
In death I seek to end the shame.
A door ajar, the light is dim,
I step within, I plunge, I swim.
Through waters dark, through shadows cold,
In death a story new unfolds.
A quiet peace, a gentle sigh,
In this embrace, I learn to fly.
No longer bound by earthly strife,
I find my rest, my afterlife.
Step through the door of death, they say,
To where the night turns into day.
In this abyss, I find my peace,
In death, the endless struggles cease.
Was professor of astronomy, ah those heady days
Studied fields in cosmology, including solar rays
Observed galaxies all my life, seeking exotic events
Ironically happens now, as my death’s dispensed
By dour hospice window, seeds a suffusion of light
Not dazzling, quite fuzzy, discernibly white
Shallow luminosity, enters my departing room
‘Twas pitch black this night, no forecast moon’
Growing in intensity, colours turn purple green
Must be an invasion, of extraterrestrial aliens
Hope they finish me fast, this final stage is slow
Then the fireworks start, whole world’s set aglow
Heaven’s have ruptured, no raindrops seen
Cataclysmic silent eruption, yet everywhere serene
It’s not possible, unconscionable, too far south
Only a gamma ray burst, could bring this about
A possible hypernova, just light years away
Hits Earth’s magnetic field, in a mega-aurora display
Iridescent photons, avalanche over me
My teardrops fluoresce, through the apertures of agony
Hypnotic warmth, released from cold light
My woes are assuaged, God this feels so nice
Semiconscious state, accruing spiritual bliss
“So this is how life ends, amid ethereal fine mist.”
Nurses are praying, down on their knees
Speaking foreign languages, at wonderment they see
Some fear the apocalypse, whilst others run about
I hum Cohen’s Hallelujah, but these words spill out
#O come purge my mind, cover woes
Give back the life, that I forgo
Help me bear this weight, won’t ya
Blind darkness, annihilate fate
Finish suffering, show your face
Unleash the love, they call Gods grace!
#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#Hallelujah#
Pyrotechnics are over, now quiescently asleep
Drowning no longer, in pillow soaked weep
Greeting my parents, bereaving my family
As I enter a tunnel, leaving the apertures of agony.
Originally written 02/18/21
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 19 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mark Toney
11/06/22
The wounded warrior can barely stand
A beautiful speech therapist
Now leans only on a flimsy , breaking branch
The battlefield , a hospital. Diagnosis: cancer.
A ribbon tied loosely around her skull
Hides small wisps if you more than glance
Which once held luscious locks of chestnut Strands
As she walked proudly among her patients
And down the wedding aisle, her white dress flailing
Before the bravery, before the surreal
The bow about to break and no surgery can heal
as the hand of wicked illness
Steals a friend , so Dear
Her heart-breaking collapse
Crushing the hearts and souls of her little Ones
She fought tooth and nail to be their Mom
For those who never knew her heart or gentle soul
all I can say, is I feel much sorrow
"It's not fair", were the final dying words
Of a woman fighting and wishing she would live
Atleast until tomorrow
When first I held her hand in mine,
tears escaped down my young man’s cheek;
My daughter with those eyes that shine
made my fatherly legs grow weak.
Each birthday I would remember,
when first I held her hand in mine;
A moment I dare not surrender
and would cherish for all of time.
In her wedding gown, she looked fine
as I walked her down the chapel aisle;
When first I held her hand in mine,
was the memory that made me smile.
And now, I near my final breath
but, she is with me, so I don’t mind;
Her birth recalled as I meet death,
when first I held her hand in mine.
Written and posted on 4/22/2014 for Andrea's "Do You Know Quatern" contest.
Moments of treasure buried in time
I can’t seem to find the silver line
We are all on a journey
Just passing though
One day Our paths crossed
Birthing something new
Heaven saw fit to give me friend
Who taught me, we don’t break, just simply bend.
You were an open book some would say
A much-needed laugh on those dark gloomy days
With a contagious presence for those that new you well
Always delivering unpredictable words you said quite well
Giving kindness when others were completely shut down
Showing mercy when none could be found.
Some could misconstrue your bluntness for beaning mean
But that was the way you allowed others to be seen,
There is a symphony in my heart playing for you
At this moment in time it has turned into the blues
I know there were many chambers to your soul
Thank you for letting me see almost all
Thank you for showing me what a good father should be
Loving your precious son beyond infinity
I will always cherish the video that plays in my mind
At this moment All I seem to do is hit pause and rewind
Everyone can give but they are not always giving
Everyone is alive but not always living
God broke the mold when he created you
I hope he tells you how many people looked up to you
I know you talked to God during your final hours
And he saw fit to take you home with is infinite power
But it doesn’t make this any easier for all of us down here
And it can’t take away the pain and these uncontrollable tears
I look forward to the day we will meet again
You will always be my beautiful friend.
I love you Patrick
Love Sabina Nicole
Silence!,
the whispers of darkness.
Silence!,
The cries of fears.
Silence!,
All seems gone and lost,
Silence!,
All seems calm with love.
Silence!,
Some times as peace,
Silence!,
Some times as death.
Silence!,
An idle state of mind,
Silence!,
An easy path without joy.
Those who go never comes back,
But those who come are never back.
Able to rip and tear a man,
Able to sow and forge a man.
With all it fact being good or bad,
The final choice lies whiten the man.
Either you turn right or left,
The choice you choose is yours for the best.
Seeming to be like a maze of all test,
I hope your choice is able to bring rest.
Silence!,
A path of many roads.
ON THE WINGS OF WINTER
Turbulent winds, the flight isn’t easy
The heavy wings feel the age slowly creep
Future light the tired eyes can't even see
The lids drop on the eyes, they want to sleep.
Your sun has painted colors in my sky
In winter’s dusk a desert dune it seems
With lost time’s burden on me I can’t fly
I now want to dream the departed dreams.
When in winter the northern winds would blow
You’d fly far away, a bird of warm nest
In the eyes of grey sky I’d see mist grow
Tears won’t fall before I take final rest.
I’d wait for blue sky to again appear
Fly to the spring on the wings of winter.
January 13, 2018.
one soul
moans in song
upon dead remains
of a kingdom
answers
to questions
turned over sideways
opening gates
of emotions
in shades
of grey
blushing clouds
igniting feelings
blazing
in the cannon face
burning powder scorched
explodes
from the ashes
one dark horse
from hell
searches beauty
to extinguish
the fire
burning embers
of passion
at the gates of hell
no entry
salvation in light
building bridges
finding feelings
within emotions
as he rears
on his front legs
with dark feelings
on the vampire's grave
love is in the deep
a battle
for light
warmth within
a happy face
smiling the sun
blushing dreams
in happiness
to the end
to write
the final chapter
one's masterpiece
one dream
come true
Series Title: The Leaving
Published - Medium
A poetic duet on emotional abandonment and accountability
This poem dismantles the myth of blame when relationships fail. It’s a declaration of truth for those who stayed, who showed up, who held on — and were still left behind.
“I’m seeing someone else.”
Yes —
she left for the wrong reasons.
For another 'love'.
For a thrill.
For a mirror that told her
what you no longer said.
“I’m not in love with you.”
She stopped loving you.
Stopped caring.
Not overnight . . .
but slowly,
like petals falling from a flower
you forgot to water.
“You don’t have what I want.”
You lacked. Whatever that meant.
Not just money . . .
but patience,
grace,
the will to keep building
on a foundation
you both stopped checking for cracks.
“You don’t have it anymore.”
The lustre is gone.
Or maybe,
you lost hers.
The shine faded
under the weight of routine,
resentment,
and silence.
But Still
She didn’t leave
because you were unworthy.
She left
because she stopped remembering
why you were.
She didn’t leave
because you failed.
She left
because she forgot
how to forgive.
She didn’t leave
because you changed.
She left
because she did —
and neither of you
said it out loud.
Final Word
So yes . . .
sometimes love ends
for the wrong reasons.
But even wrong reasons
are still reasons.
And even broken choices
leave broken hearts.
She left.
And maybe she shouldn’t have.
But now,
you must stay, a lone lion,
with yourself.
And choose
what kind of man
you’ll be next.
This poem is part of a two-part series exploring emotional abandonment and the quiet unraveling of love. Read the companion piece: He Didn’t Leave You. He Left Himself First.