Long Goodbye Poems
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Sinking butterflies drip from the cocoon of consciousness
which no bee nor horse fly could understand for a blink,
and which even humans wish could retreat to the fallen:
Of a body, of a vein, of a spot across a field.
In what daisy does that petal float
where it found it's fateful bee that resists its wings.
Threats from the concrete river keep it mulling,
always waiting for the stem reincarnate.
Why caterpillar nor sunflower betroth it gift
is a bee's greatest myth.
While men worry of time not spent changing
black and yellow armies collapse with no wars raging.
Ripple through, wave goodbye, droplets leave for the sky.
A bee must drown,
a caterpillar will scatter,
only for the butterfly, with wings agape, to show its beauty in death that waits.
Sticks and stones will kill on sight
anything which proposes light.
Black and white stripes guide only us at night,
how funny that stripes are walked upon without a fight.
The bedframe springs had sprung off,
And the bicycle had a crooked wheel,
And the mattress had gone to sleep,
And the broken bench had a street appeal,
And the basket sat on the dryer,
And the old suitcase had seen better days,
Like the worn out fan and the TV set,
And the torn up toys and the ravaged games,
That nobody wants to use,
Because the kids had gone away,
And the spare room needs a clear out,
So all of this stuff is on display,
At the bulk kerbside collection,
When everything gets dumped in a heap,
The cabinet rests without its drawers,
In front of every house on every street.
Yep the basket has died with the dryer,
The basket died with the dryer,
The basket died with the dryer,
The basket
Died.
Brief beyond brief our passage here;
Our share of grief, time has marked clear.
It seems just then when youth did roar;
To understand what time was for.
Hindsight seems sure of that and this;
So insecure the path of bliss.
We, There and Then ventured beyond
The Why and When to dare upon.
Foresight less clear or even blur;
Feel anxious fear cast petty slurs.
The Now and Here needs clever tact;
Things don't look clear for each new act.
So much to say or think and do;
To fill each day with gainful woo.
So many seasons have we lived thus;
Times and reasons have turned to dust.
Now here we meet as if by chance;
In busy street where feet now prance.
Lost in the mists of old recalls;
New name card gist to share install.
We chat a bit of times that try;
Polite sure bits and then goodbye.
Success builds walls, sets strange from strange;
Cynics recall wide gap and change.
Our hairline tint has turned to grey;
Visage and mint, sculptured dismay.
We talk about the fond old times;
Jest chuckles out the changing chimes.
Just as quickly we banish scene;
Surely to be a dusty din!
A new name card is all that's left;
A life pitch hard in tray or shelf.
Someday if we chance upon name;
Think "If only..." things were the same.
Round and round we circle round
In strange, new grounds still lost yet found!
Such feeble ways to look back then;
Unsteady rays of way back when.
Leon Enriquez
02 Apr 2014
Singapore
Mind is racing
Limbs are aching
I feel the end is nigh
All alone in night unending
Time a torturous lie.
Brain fermenting
Thoughts fragmenting
Shatter in glass shards
Fingers soon to dust returning
Hold fast my deck of cards
Fear is mounting
Heart is pounding
I know the end is nigh
My sight long gone, still I see
Those shards light up the sky
Children laughing
Old friends calling
From a distant shore
Mem’ries of a life unsparing
And a time that is no more
The time it passes,
through the darkness
With teeth so sharp pain bites
Missive from cassandra spinning
Prophecy I cannot fight.
Life and loving
True belonging
No more need I pretend
Gave life a go, decried its blows,
My hand I played to the very end.
6 Lines
Shored-up wooden boats standing in the mud, braced by boards to stand erect,
We vigilant men past sixty, retain our dignity, and point to heaven, with masts securely fixed to the deck.
Like a thinning forest of greying painted trees, we are picturesque in a sunset with cawing gulls flying by.
Though the tide is now low, the ebb will soon flow by the full of the moon.
And when tidewaters of the sound are high, we will drop our boards, raise our sails, real in our lines, and list with a tune.
Then we shall sail past break waters with bows toward God, carrying no passenger on our final, and long goodbye.
by Martin Braun
In remembrance of the late Jimmy Buffett, who wrote songs that captured my soul, and warmed my heart while driving midnight Friday evenings in the dead of an Ohio winter. I sang "Mother, Mother Ocean" with windows rolled down to keep me awake during my business travels while dreaming of lost better times and for a future I still long for.
You broke my heart- my darling and left it bleeding,
I am shattered, battered and ravaged forever;
my soul and spirit mangled and lost in anguish.
I recall kissing you goodbye for the last time,
that cold and stormy winter morning;
then the police came,
to tell me you had crashed,
and you were dead.
I have so many memories,
memories that should comfort;
but they leave me melancholy and missing you,
you were my heart of hearts, my soulmate, my lover.
now you live only in a secret place within me, my truelove,
a name engraved.
I remember- I remember dragging you to the opera,
you hated opera but came only because you loved me;
oh, Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty and Swan Lake,
the sensuous sweet melody often put you to sleep.
but I dreamed of being a dancer,
and you encouraged me;
well darling, I am a dancer now,
and you are always with me.
Each performance is for you,
I pour out my sadness;
and torment and grief as I twirl and leap into the air,
I imagine you in the front row, smiling with pride.
Until my last breath, my darling, the pieces of my heart,
will lay in ruin.
____________________________
February 7, 2017
Poetry/Narrative/You Broke My Heart
Copyright Protected, ID 17-1151-800-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Your Choice (8)
sponsor, Brian Strand
First Place
To you, the one I leave behind, I write,
Not clothed in grief, but wrapped in tender song.
Though parting comes, as surely comes the night,
Our souls have known a bond both deep and strong.
No tear can dim the love that once was ours,
Nor silence steal the echoes of your name.
I go where time dissolves like falling stars,
Yet what we shared, no ending can disclaim.
Think not of loss, but of the life we made,
Of laughter sown, of gentle hours we knew.
Though shadows fall, let memory never fade,
But bloom eternal, evergreen and true.
So take this peace, though flesh and breath resign:
My heart will forever walk with the one I left behind.
As the night descends
And darkness is all I see
The tears I cry keep falling
Until the morning sets me free
I never knew that lonely
Could bring me so much pain
I never knew that lonely
Could drive me so insane
How many tears must fall
How many dreams must end
How long will I keep loving you
How long can I pretend
How long until I believe it’s over
How long until I move on
How long until I fall out of love
Until I accept you are gone
I never knew that lonely
Could bring such desperate need
I never knew that lonely
Could make my poor heart bleed
Please don’t try explaining
It wouldn’t change a thing
For when you said goodbye
You took off your wedding ring
You say maybe tomorrow
But I know deep down inside
There is no going back to you
Too many times you lied
Every time another dream
Is washed into the sea
I die another day
And lose another piece of me
So take the memories with you
And every broken part
For loving you once filled my world
But tore apart my heart
And though the nights feel endless now
One truth will set me free
The day that I stop loving you
I’ll find the rest of me...
Dearest,
You are on the verge of graceful flight to heavenly worlds.
I would love to sail with you through atmospheric whirl;
when your spirit splits the barrier of sound, sight, sky,
lingering on earth, it's true, I will sometimes question, "Why?"
We have descended death's dark valley many times before,
this time will be the last good-bye; we face the final door.
These words express the sentiments my heart repeats with love,
a pulsing refrain of tenderness echoing above.
I bid you go, lift your wings, sail into the piercing blue;
I see angels outside this room waiting to carry you.
Heaven was ours here on earth, living joy every day.
Adieu, dear heart, death cannot shock a soul who knows the way.
Copyright, September 6, 2014
Faye Lanham Gibson
I was playing in Mommy's flower garden
and found a tiny red ladybug there
She flew away, so I begged her pardon
She came back and landed on my hair
I giggled when she whispered in my ear,
"Little girl, may I rest awhile with you?"
Oh, my goodness! What did I hear?
Can ladybugs talk? Can that be true?
I nodded to her before I said, 'yes.'
Then she crawled down onto my hand
and told me she liked my polka dot dress.
I said Thanks! Aren't polka dots grand?
I hummed and asked her to stay for tea
but it looked like she had fallen asleep.
Then I heard her say, "No thanks. Not for me."
She started crying. What had made her weep?
What's wrong little ladybug? Why do you cry?
I like your flower garden, and wish I could stay.
Stay forever, I told her, and never say goodbye.
I will be back tomorrow. Please don't fly away.
March 10, 2021
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