Long Gloom Poems
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Run in time to the rhythm
and rage of the metronome grace.
Masses match, I see her fall in time.
Framed in thoughts of rain.
Down she tumbles down
her face frozen in the hall,
I see it all As the shadows wash in.
I feel my fury bury deep
In a nation of dreams broken
In a sea of stone towers.
Fueled by Mechanical Beasts.
Gilded in ancient chrome.
I wage my inner souls gold and rage
to heavens realm to ask why.
I shake the foundations of an artificial iron hell
And cry why, I see this clear
As the world blurs
Ask the lighting rods to heaven race.
My gaze scans across
This sacred power I bleed I quietly plead with
theses monstrosities
I reach and dream as something turns in this city heart
Souls oiled black mechanical parts
Cold is this artificial light
A thorn pricking my tender optics
Burn with faded images of her
I stand and see these monoliths
looming in deep shadowed gloom
I feel the cold of the obelisk
I feel the
thump
and hmmm
Of
This
METROPOLIS!
END
autumn's palette colours fauna and flora - amber and brown shades spread
golden flames too timid to enkindle - last rose turns rusty from red
tears of mercy bleed from heaven's garden - dewdrops drip on naked thorns
clouds compose in charcoal clumps of miserable gloom - chill in the air
in the silence of mute birds - flock of feathers emigrate - meadows sleep
moon shivers in lonesome polluted horizons - darkness veils daylight
morning frost shrouds evergreen foliage - icicles and iced cobwebs
inhale arctic zephyrs from blustery breeze - breathe out white bitter breaths
gently nature expires leaving a trail of decay - kingdom of death
I try
My very best
To be
Being
Is the purpose
Of life
Living
Only happens
Today
Daylight
Or in the dark
Live free
Freedom
Comes from knowing
Yourself
Self love
Is the first step
Not pride
Prideful
Selfish people
Are sad
Sadness
Can eat them up
Inside
In ways
I can't describe
Fully
Filling
Their empty hearts
With gloom
Gloomy
Shadows make them
Lonely
Alone
In the darkness
They cry
Crying
They truly crave
The light
Lightning
Flashes accross
The sky
Skyward
Their thoughts now flow
Humbled
Try out my Mussetle Train. Directions are on my previous poem.
Let's see if we can turn this into a freight train, Toot! Toot!
Please let me know if you try one out, I would love to see what
you come up with. It is fun to see where the train ends up after
leaving the station.
On that glorious evening, don't sleep subtly.
Utterly, prime-age ought to portray a furious fire.
Rage for the waning daylight with ferocity.
Even if bold people realize the terrible dire.
Their tirades were drab due to a lack of bloom.
Utterly, prime-age ought to portray a furious fire.
An ultimate wave passed, awed by its gloom.
Their lamest act could be green bay dancing.
Their tirades were drab due to a lack of bloom.
Feral people sang to the sun while swooping.
Some claim they're bawling on the path too late.
Their lamest act could be green bay dancing.
Those on the verge of death due to a disease.
Eager eyes can shine as meteors even when blind.
Some claim they're bawling on the path too late.
And you: my dad, upon the bleak hillside.
On that glorious evening, don't sleep subtly.
Eyes can shine as meteors even when blind.
Rage for the waning daylight with ferocity.
Written: October 20, 2021
Evening Walk
Kevin Davis (2025)
My favorite evening show concludes at half- passed eight,
It’s time for me and the dogs to take our final stroll.
The summer’s heat, the desert air, now abates—
Night cools the ground, though still the season holds.
We roam through our street where lights are rarely seen,
Ordinances dim the dark beneath a sky of endless light.
Our steps align with constellations’ steady gleam,
My brood unfazed by sounds or shifting shapes of night.
Our walk skirts a wide wash, where cactus and mesquite abound.
Desert life stirs softly familiar on our nightly rounds.
Birds chirp, insects hum—such music we’ve often found,
But tonight begins differently, with an owl’s eerie sound.
“Don’t tarry—turn back!” the voice inside me pleads,
But habit wins, as boldness always leads.
Coyotes howl, a lone bird cries at the moon,
We near the walk’s apex, beneath a Sonoran oak’s gloom.
From under the shadow, a snarl tears through the dark—
My dogs bolt free, I stumble, struck by shock.
I search the void to see what I’ve disturbed,
Out bursts a javelina—tusks flashing, fierce and firm.
My dogs flee home, while I face the charging boar,
With running shoes as shields, I kick and roar.
It bites, then turns, leaving my shoe in tatters more,
Me scratched but standing—its fury no more.
I dust myself off and hurry home, my pulse still loud,
My dogs await, tails wagging, safe and proud.
They drink their fill, then rest without a sound—
And I, still smiling, thank the desert ground.
It has been said you are all just bricks in the wall -
confined and coffined in concrete, your moments
magnified in mortar, souls stone-stippled.
But listen: you are as flowers, individuals efflorescing -
shy eyes of violets, fragile forget-me-nots
unforgettable in pews of blues, sunshine celandines
beaming from sunless corners, strident daffodil trumpets
with everything to tell. Some will grow apart -
wayside wanderers, wayward and cast out.
Some forever up against the world-wall.
You unfold as petals, to sing in tongues of the sun,
in golden tonals, corolla contraltos, a floral choral,
soprano sepals, hibiscus hymns to him and her.
Flowering through stone, blossoming through gloom,
though shadow-dusted with dusk's lilac bloom.
Baptised in the dew of the new which forges
a world anew, transformed by the higher light
which highlights your days, gilded pollen-gold.
Days lengthen as rays warm walls, edges and corners
sun-softening, souls becoming sun-stippled.
Listen: these are the petalled messages to you.
Almighty bestows blessings from above,
wraps us with joy, soul knows,
showers kindness with endless love,
faith in us grows .
Gloom enfolding us in darkness of night
dissolves by God’s decree,
the rising sun of divine light
glows His glory.
Quietude prevails in agonized mind,
life’s righteous path we view.
After storm, trove of peace we find
in truth anew.
Prey of sin we won’t be with His mercy,
we’ll rise from dark abyss,
reach with devotion being free
zenith of bliss.
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December 24, 2022
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Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue;
Wind, the wind bemoans her loss of reins and calm control;
Crows, the crows flee men of straw, sleeves slapping at the wind;
Grass, the grass defends with blades, impaling truant gusts;
Rain, the rain descends aslant from angry ashen skies;
Stones, the stones repulse the pearls, exploding tears of gloom;
Woods, the woods assuage the angst of misty brooding trees;
Leaves, the leaves desert their branches, dropping one by one;
Fields, the fields imbibe a quaff to quench an arid thirst;
Streams, the streams meander, hushed, to distant vapid shores;
Breeze, the breeze intones a tune, a mourning monody;
Sands, the sands, in chaos, dance across the dappled dunes;
Shades, the shades appear confused, alone in lurid haze;
Mice, the mice discern the dawn, their beady eyes ablaze;
Clouds, the clouds diffuse a sad and somewhat somber hue.
Form:
It was from a suitor,
He was new in town,
Shirley took it from the mailbox,
She read it to Susan,
They were filled with odes and serenades,
He compared her beauty to the sun
arising from its chamber,
He compared her elegance
to the starry night sky,
He haloed her with colours,
Susan was taken aback,
She didn’t know he admired her,
They met several times at the bookstore,
There she did go to indulge herself,
She thought she was only a simple girl,
Lost in the world of nature and the arts,
Shirley smiled as she read the last sentence,
Susan was lost in the ambience,
A door has opened to her,
She could see through the gloom that shadowed her.
Sitting in the dentists chair,
I wish I was any where else but here.
Am I scared no not I,
look at my clammy hands and you know I lie.
I look around the sterile room,feeling and sensing only gloom.
I see the instruments by the side,
wondering what secrets they hide.
The door now opens wide,
a man in a white coat steps inside.
"Good morning Mr Dunford how are you today"
Keeping my cool,"very well "Isay.
He is now in front of me,and says"open wide let me see":
As I open my mouth wide I feel the instruments
poking inside.
The next words "two fillings are missing,"
don't help at all I wish I could run away,
but I know I have to stay.
As the drilling starts you can hear my heart,
my pulse is getting faster,
I think I am going to fade away,
no please God not today I don't want to go this way.