Long Good night Poems
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I Know You
A friend read a book.
Something that I had written.
When?
Hard to say…
About?
Really did not matter.
The key…
“I know all about you now.”
She chimed with all serious intent.
As if she had won a prize or a contest?
I stood very still, while inside;
the poet laughed lightly, (if somewhat hysterically)
the dancer, moved with two left feet,
the writer used the backspace,
for a whole paragraph…
the painter spilled a gallon of enamel,
the color rainbow and sparkle hue.
The sword master pulled a dagger,
too small to craft into a pen…
A princess in the park,
a clown, a hero and even a villain
felt ever so slightly unmasked.
Then just as suddenly overcome,
All of the above rolled as one on the floor.
One mirror, one page, one image or three?
You only know a very small part…
of me.
I- I learned so many lessons from your
N- negligent neglection of my rose petal heart
D- Do you ever think about anyone except yourself? I don't
E-even care to ask anymore because I'm learning to love me for everything that is beautiful with the brokenness and pain
P- Pouring peace into my garden with seeds of purpose planted right next to the
E-evergreen foreshadowing the ongoing journey of me. Oh hello,
N-nice to see you in the mirror finally, focus on being the best version of yourself and you will naturally attract what's good for you
D-Don't go searching out of desperation, this will only create a greater separation from your mind and soul
E-Easy hugs you when you kiss everything hard, face your fears and you'll start to see the real you. The
N-new you changing from old clothes,
T-the fit is killing them tonight
p.s. think I'll treat myself to a date night...
Syd has finally come home to nest.
Somewhere on the dark side of the moon.
Lovingly tending to his space rock garden.
Strumming an ancient guitar.
Whispering sweetly to pinkish stars.
Syd was alone but not lost.
His mind didn't snap like they say it did.
He just figured it out and then got out.
Before they got him.
He just crawled out of a plastic pond.
Fed by a spring of plastic human beings.
He went to where there's no fabrication.
Only a peaceful nothingness and a ladle of stars.
Sprinkling shine on his space rock garden.
Which he lovingly tends to
on the cool-blue dark side of the moon.
I Tank Yer
I tank yer fer da guitar ’an an empty bottle o’ booze,
‘An I tank yer fer hav’n run out on me ‘an ma.
I tank yer fer run’n real fa,
‘An I tank yer fer giv’n us nutt’n to loose.
I tank yer fer ruin’n my life thru ‘an thru,
‘An tank yer fer makn’ me fight many a folk.
I tank yer fer makn’ my life a run’n joke,
‘An I tank yer fer nam’n me Sue.
I tank Johnny Cash for his dang song and fer mak'n my dad too dang dumb ‘an too wrong.
I tank all the bars,
‘An all the whisky, ‘an all the ha’ars.
‘An I tank that this poem is too dang long.
Good night!
by, Martin Braun
11/29/2018
We are all but dreams of God,
Composed of flesh and bone,
Illuminating darkness with our senses.
Dimensionless infinity
Gets cold when you’re alone,
So the Muse of our existence
Pulls the blanket to Her chin.
And She dreams of little puppies.
And She dreams of falling down.
And She dreams about Her Mommy baking cookies.
And She’s frightened by the bogeyman
That hides beneath Her bed,
But comforted by teddy bears and dollies.
We are all but dreams of God,
Together and apart,
Confined within this bubble of perception,
For time and space are finite things
Through which The Sleeper’s art
Confides the inspiration
For the shimmer and the spin.
And it shimmers on the playground.
And it spins around the sun.
And it’s chased about by scientists and schoolboys
And it lights upon a blade of grass
And bursts upon a touch
While children chalk equations on the pavement.
We are all but dreams of God,
A range of subtle hues
That paint our waking world
With clear distinctions.
Yet we ourselves sketch Godly dreams,
Becoming then the Muse,
Imagining a purpose more profound
Than one within.
We are all but dreams of God.
Good night.
oh, my precious child!
let me kiss away your weep -
do not be troubled, the moon but bids good night
(stars whispering their ancient lullaby)
swallowing not, the western reach
but merely giving pause to the day, waking
so that the grateful star of morn
should adorn its burgeoning bosom
let not the salty seep of your cheek yet trill
such certain and elegant inequity there be
should a stain darken that pinafore, pressed
a scandal be my name with thy mother
should those eyes dampen your Sunday best
and surely not for the sake of Luna's languor -
oh, such dire dalliance, that!
I adore thee, my wee lass
Boundless are the ways -
Echoed in your mother's smile
There, so deep your gaze
'tis true, his aged face did blush, fleeting
dipping his dusty chin to the sea
but it was for Sol's regard only
(their goodnight kiss - pressed tender, a-cheek)
and no misfortune was spun
we shall return, my child, sooner than soon
and you will bear witness their recurrence
your old man moon will beg company again
with his patient aspect beaming
shimmering bright for your veneration -
soft, soft, so daubs the moon
soft as bluebells blooming -
wan on skin to softly swoon
e'er a dream's consuming
yes, I vow this to you, my daughter -
you shall dance again on this shore
bound and prance, my tiny ballerina
you will twirl in the breath of evening, I am sure
lit by the gangling glow, star-ward
and tonight's lament will seem a silly song
you shall see and be heartened, my little one
and should I yet kiss that weep away, too?
ah, but joyous, those tears...
and as the heavens themselves
(and the best born of a father's heart)
how immeasurable their number …
oh, my darling, precious child!
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Your Choice (4), Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "2019 Poetry Marathon Mile 18" Poetry Contest, Mark Toney, Judge & Sponsor.
Light is the keratin structure
That formed covering my body
Plumage I'm 2 unique bird
Monophonically heard
I concur
Calamus hollow tubular base
I reserve...
(hello), Rachis my soul central solid shaft
Above mine quills
Plumage soft N bold
Contour feathers
~
I spread out my wings I fly
I open up my mouth I sing, high
Generating thrust I steer during flight
I sing, I fly, I cry my whispers are GOOD NIGHT
I TWEET SWEET MELODIES
Filoplumes mine bristles hairlike whiskers
Sensory feathers to feel you in AWE
Feel you in all positions, heaven sent
I soar, I fly complete in environment
I am encased in, contour feathers
Now I'm feeling such, so much better
8/24/26
written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026
The pretty girl with blonde hair
and beautiful smile...
loved to call out
her dad's name by the front door,
as she giggled at him, so handsome in uniform...
full of confidence and ready to perform!
"Daddy,please come home soon,
before the sun leaves my bright room;
I'll be afraid,but I won't cry...
then sing me your new lullaby!"
Flashing a sweet smile,
he turned to her with tenderness
and said with the kindest vioce,
"I will come home soon,sweet-heart!"...
And while his brave heart pounded inside,
he kept on hearing her daughter's voice aloud!...
"Daddy,please come home soon,don't be late...
mommy worries a lot...you're in her prayers;
this September's sky is so lovely at night...
all the stars will come out
to guide you in the dark;
my little hands will hold your scary heart...
till you get here and climb the door-steps,
till you say good-night to me and are safe!"
To You from Nighttime Skies
Soft and slow the evening breeze
Does filter out the day
Silently it sways the trees
In perfect night display
A clouded veil does wrap the sky
In grayish darkened hues
This curtain’s dreary night disguise
Does not disturb the views
As raindrops ride the atmosphere
To wet the ground below
Shadows form and disappear
Retreating as they go
Overcast a watchmen sent
His eyes to guard this eve
Still the dream shall come to pass
If only you believe
Dark of night and storms that brew
Will not deny this place
The grandness of its endless charm
Shall find your loving face
For in this vast expanse does grow
An everlasting love
To shower down on those who know
So softly from above
For if you look your eyes may meet
A joyful sweet surprise
You’ll see it is my love I send
To you from nighttime skies
Good Night Soupers
She was lying there, just barely alive
Medically, nothing more could be done for her
So she was sent home to spend her remaining days
Her husband and two teenage children were by her side
Her siblings and friends had gathered to touch and to love
As friends, my wife and I had also come to be with them
As I sat silently, it was clear that she was approaching the end
Only the sounds of her breathing could be heard by my natural ears
But I began to hear what appeared to be words coming from within her
This was all new to me, but these are the words I heard from deep within
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Bright lights of love racing through my brain
Sweet drops of peace I see falling like rain
With my family, in my home, I, for now, remain
From the North and the South, you all came
My siblings and friends, sharing in my pain
You heard the dark steps of death and sang
I feel the warm blood flowing in my veins
After tonight, things will never be the same
Your dear time and prayers are not in vain
Thanks to all of you who have loved me so much
You prayed for me, and you gave me one last touch
To my husband, my son, and my daughter
I want to say, I am sorry, I cannot stay
Like gently dripping sand in the hourglass
So will your deep agony of loss slowly pass
In time, an end will come to your bitter pain
Then, you will remember what we have gained
And now, the time has come for me to go
I see heaven's angels gathering at my door
It’s not goodbye, but goodnight. I love you.
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Juliet Ligon. 2P. Note: Written in 2006, this poem was inspired by the death of a friend as she was in her final stage of a terminal illness. These words are meant to be the words I felt her speaking to her family as we sat with her during her final hours. This poem was given to the family.