Long Frigidly Poems
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the ocean is understanding today
she listens to me
her answers can be harsh, yet gentle
the ocean is understanding today
she lets me embrace the shoulders of the quietude
she can be defiant at times, but at the same time she abides
the ocean is understanding today
she nurses me back the the purity of sane
her hands may be a bit on the frigidly expansive side, but her warmth is easy reaching
the ocean is understanding today
her mind expresses in brash crashes
she experiments getting high at times, but she moderates the tides to an easy feeling normalcy
the ocean always understands me.....
i am proud of my friend
she has found her soulmate
i congratulate her and shake her new husband's hand
i will miss how things used to be
however, life is just the way it is, and i must continue my living
i am proud of my friend
i wiped her tears when she was so frigidly betrayed
i took her hands and prayed with her
i took her hands and prayed FOR her
she did the same for me during my recovery from my back to back car accidents
i am proud of my friend
she is a survivor and inspires me
marriage actually does look good on her when she glows
my tears become defiant
i smile with appreciation as i watch the newlyweds dance
We see ourselves unimpeded initially
Some are stricken with a view artificially
We are told by others very specifically
There is a ceiling so proceed timidly
We try in vain with no support futilely
As we age blazing the path dizzily
Sometimes we see the results dismally
Eventually we learn to climb skillfully
We began to achieve sufficiently
Eventually finding success brilliantly
Living life with dreams so vividly
Sadly, a haunting voice still speaks flippantly
Reminding us of the ceiling frigidly
We remain in the arena mistily
Each overcautious step taken judicially
We endure the voice shouting viciously
The battle to continue is done willfully
I sat all alone in darkness as if tethered to this chair.
Light enough to see shadows. My fear was hard to bear.
They were trying to be daunting, their haunting profound
as they kept taunting me. Their faint whispers the only sound.
I begged them for silence, the specters without faces.
Constantly circling, creatures who wore black carapaces.
They frigidly nudged me, chilling the marrow in my bones.
Never before had I been more frightened than I was here alone.
In the hush of darkness, I trembled trying to speak.
A tear has escaped my lashes and rested upon my cheek.
Thoughts from my past were regrets my mind tried to chase,
searching for the wounded part of me my heart wanted to embrace.
I broke the silence of the night and set myself free
by rippling like a wave that found its way across the sea.
I chased the beastly shadows, trying to feast upon my soul
and illuminated the night when I found the courage to take control.
morning sun makes me cry
i punish myself for making her go
i guess i was too anxious and too frigidly afraid all at once
i guess i watched too much of a certain thing on tv and read too many thematic books
afternoon sun makes me sweat
i punish myself for scaring her off
i wish i was way more patient with our connection and our bonding
i wish i was way less impatient with my fingers, my tongue, and Ole Jimmy Wayne Brown
fully risen moon makes me an incapable insomniac
i punish myself for causing her to label me as poison
i pray that one day she our paths will cross again
i pray that one day a second chance will be the special 'See' answer
next day sunrise alarm clock makes me look like a funky fool once again
MARTY KING
sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow
golden maturity feels so ocean fresh
traces of lavender calms the vibe of overbearing reality
though time continues to be rebellious and uncaring
you provide a blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity
everything slows down
your beautiful smile on my life feels so good
SHENIKA SIMS
sometimes i kiss the tip of a rainbow
knowledge, wisdom, and understanding freshly waters the vines of my personal growth
the sage burning in the air of everchanging times relaxes me to calm cool contentment
though time continues to coldly resist and frigidly obstruct
you provide the throw blanket of warmth that rehabilitates my sanity
everything feels copable
your beautiful heart's seashell rhythm in my right ear feels so good
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i am in kindergarten raising my hand to be chosen
i am again a space alien with flatulence and bad halitosis
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with air conditioning
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i reach for a sky with barb wire around every temperamental cloud
i am again a freak show in a cage on a forgotten road to nowhere
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with unobstructed views
never thought i would make a friend again
everyday i walk on a beach overrun with careless seaweed that frigidly teases and bullies
i am again a quack job with too many bills and not enough oars
yet i now have a friend and replies now come with pure sincerity and unconditional love
Glistening, the flakes came down,
Landed and they drifted;
Sticking to the frozen ground,
Like powdered sugar sifted.
Covering the dirt, the trash,
Hiding things distressed;
Consuming gently, as if with ash,
And frigidly caressed.
Winters blanket covered all,
Calming noises to a hush;
Ceaselessly the flakes did fall,
No thing or one untouched.
The fire low and almost out,
Searching for more wood;
North and South she would doubt,
Walked further that she should.
Searchers called to no reply,
Their voices raw and hoarse;
Shouts echoed off the ruthless sky,
For the girl who’d gone off course.
Winter's blanket charms the eye,
Frosting limbs and hills;
Goodness, beauty does imply,
But carelessly it chills.
Luke Irwin
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Winter breathes in sepia tones along a lonely two lane street
divided amongst the sweeping frozen dunes
now forced into shouldered amnesty
Street lights shiver in snowcapped bonnets
while sidewalks sleep ‘neath blankets of flittering flakes
The air, frigidly crisp…moves of tiny chiffon sparkles dancing
Rooftops, plump and soft, show off their frosted padding
as evergreens find alabaster fingers tickling their branches
in chilled teasings and frozen dustings
Footprints, once there are gone, covered and recovered again
all evidence of life is erased beneath pearl clouded skies
and faint outlines of distant thoughts
White on black stripes drape in glacial wanderings
spanning the slush of asphalt weavings
in straight line piercings across the wintry landscape
January reigns brutal, subzero ponderings swirl
from high above the icebox wasteland, once brimming with color
now opaque in its arctic seasoned disguise…
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Written from memory…no winter here. : )
Into the valley to find my voice
that unique element
which speaks only to me,
and is feebly, at times,
echoed in my words,
I fear.
Have you been to the valley
where echoes hide
beyond glistening roads of
scorched obsidian marked:
“DO NOT DISTURB!” ?
It's disturbing.
Everything is haunted
by devilish smiles
which smother to death.
Tread too lightly, or
bear too much life
on the journey
and you’ll be lost.
Forever, I fear.
Dragon fire swallows
the cool blue of the sky, perhaps.
White-hot clouds camouflage
the sear of the sun.
Everything burns,
on the high road and the low.
Here, all sound hides
from the molten intensity;
of the voice in the valley.
My voice, I fear.
Forge ahead, 'til you see
distantly, a defiant tree.
Diametric to the horizon
and the absence of life
she beckons,
she breathes,
she whispers,
and shelters in her limbs
butterfly echoes
faintly familiar
and frigidly intense.
Poetically soft, and sincere;
they sing; I believe.
Enchanting, mesmerizing,
echoes of the voice.
My voice, I fear.
Do you hear them?
12/13/15