Long Goodbyes Poems
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I have to say to you good bye
I ask myself every night why
I always have sad goodbyes
You walked away from my heart
Time now to say adios my princess
I will learn to be without
The soft touch of your sweet kiss
Your laughter that warmed my heart
Now I must walk alone in the park
And dream of kisses that shall never be
You are smug, wrapped in a new found love
As I whisper, bye bye princessa
I will give you both what I have not
Love, love and loves best wishes
For my dying breath
I dream of kisses
I hope one day you shall look back
And remember me, if only in passing
That my love was grand, as I sang
Bye bye my princessa
Son of my being;
Child of my heart.
My body aches in grief
since we were torn apart.
I had you for a while
but a while isn't much.
If only I had known
you'd be beyond my touch.
The sound of your voice
still echos in my ears.
Your face so real before me,
I see you through my tears.
Though time might steal my memories,
You'll always be here;
Tucked away safe in my heart
with nothing more to fear.
God has another angel
as your soul is in His keep.
For those that love you here on earth,
the emptiness runs deep.
My baby boy you'll forever be
mother's joy and heartbreak too.
Your life cut short without goodbyes;
My life is now a testament to you.
April 22, 2021
This poem was written for a friend whose son was shot to death by an unknown assailant. Her grief is compounded by the lack of closure in an ongoing murder investigation. This young man's death affected us all. I too have a son and would find his loss unbearable under such circumstances. It makes me wonder how Mary could bear the death of her son, Jesus. I am amazed by these strong women.
"Life is a succession of lessons which must be lived to be understood."
Ralph Waldo Emerson
In this performance we call life,
my spirit searches for an interlude of peace.
My poetic mind riots consumed by rhymes,
savaging our memories of grieving beliefs.
I'm a soul rasping winter's woeful wings,
afraid I'll become a poet who ink will forget.
I'm trapped in the desert of dejected demons,
wandering in aching avenues of dreams,
forgotten in ferocious frozen vine's of time,
surrounded by meadows of blood poppies,
Season of death is a cursed caricature of memories,
full of salty tears, bitter goodbyes with spiteful sentiments.
Let me sleep in the synchronicity of angels,
as ebony horizons drift into darkness.
When crimson clouds bleed to paint the sky,
I scream at silent scarlet skies,
as black rain from a dark storm plunders.
Like acid burning my metaphorical paper wings,
I float like a butterfly cursed by moths of deceit,
as hope dances dangerously with my malevolent muse -
grace and hellfire waltz with my heart's chambers.
I can't help but remember last November,
when death clung to the air around me,
as answers we found turned into a designated dead end.
In delirious desires of deathless shadows,
I still see your daggers and cigarettes in a charcoal silhouette,
with your every breath laced with guilt.
Yet, the ghost of your voice lulls me to sleep,
as the silence crawls along the walls at night.
Who are we to judge who is a sinner or a saint.
I wonder if you will walk down the stairs of heaven,
hold me in all my fragility, remind me of childlike charms,
or will rebellious regrets open the gates of hell.
I scream at the Grim Reaper to take my soul,
ravage me, before I go,
but put a white veil on my corpse,
so each night when I visit my grave,
provocative eyes with loose desires,
can feel the wind beneath my sails.
But, gift me one more midnight,
to create my final masterpiece to paint my dreams,
carved with marble white ink,
engulfed in sentimental verses -
for this is poetry, formless suppressed speech.
One day our quill will eternally slumber,
as our conscience passes from poetry to dust.
In the plight of adversity, only I, truly know,
that stars speak stories how simple words were not enough,
as truth only prevails through poetic justice.
The journey ends with one step back
into the realm of this and that
what could have been, what is now
did it ever matter anyhow
Hellos were many, goodbyes pile on
there was struggle but you forged along
so much good so much bad
the thrill of happy the pain of sad
Always more to know, always more to grow
never really rest, reaching up for the best
the taste of victory savors sweet
the bitterness burns in lonely defeat
There were laughs there were tears
there was hope there was fear
a shoulder to lean on, being strong
live for right to stubborn for wrong
Now time has pass you by
but you accept with wings to fly
into the light away from dark
hear the cry of a life's new spark.
What were you thinking
you never said goodbye.
Time escapes slips and flies unchained away
if not tended or guarded
the depths of the heart die.
Wipe away my bleeding tears
should time return our love
would I embrace the moments I'm unworthy of
what words could I say in passing years?
A heart broke and lost
to a time of love once felt
in memoriam
terminal regret never
surfacing from last goodbyes.
9/6/2016
Contest by Broken Wings Challenge-Write One
Just because bluebirds fly
Just because the sun shines in the sky
Just because mountains rise high
Just because there is no fun in goodbyes
Just because I love you
I can't get you out of my mind
I can't stop thinking of you all the time
Your in my heart and in my dreams
Your all I desire your my everything
Just because rainbows follow the rain
Just because engines lead a train
Just because I keep calling your name
Just because you make me crazy insane
Just because I love you
When we hold each other tight
When we kiss with devilish delight
When we fell at love's first sight
When we know us together is right
Just because bluebirds fly
Just because the sun shines in the sky
Just because it doesn't matter why
Because I just love you...
I once said goodbye aged 9, so tired and worn,
Lost in a world where hope had torn.
The weight was too heavy, the road too long,
I felt like I didn’t belong.
The nights were dark, the days felt cold,
A heart too broken, a soul too old.
I thought of leaving, of closing my eyes,
No more pain, no more goodbyes.
But then, something changed, a flicker, a light,
A spark in the shadows, so gentle, so bright.
I thought of the moments I hadn’t yet seen,
The laughter, the love, the spaces between.
In that silence, a whisper, a plea,
"Stay just a little, let your heart be free."
I once said goodbye, but now I see,
There’s more to life than what I believed could be.
The storm still rages, the road still steep,
But I found the strength I thought I’d lost to keep.
And now I walk with a lighter heart,
Ready to live, to heal, to start.
I once said goodbye, but today I choose,
To embrace the life I almost would lose.
I see them dancing
Across the Milky Way
I see them singing
In the sky mid-day
Theirs is a song
Made for lovers
Hearts rejoicing
Beating as one
They are floating
To the rhythm
Of the music
As if they were still young
Touching, reflecting
Back to ones
They loved
From a constellation
High above,
Today still in love
And they're still relating
To us from above
As they sail
The heavenly sky
They send a message
That there are no goodbyes
I view their touching
Movements
The universe
Their dance floor
The clouds gather
To applause once more
Clapping floating
Singing from the sky
(This is dedication to my parents M.K. and Marie Morgan, who when they were young loved
to dance. I got the idea when listening to John Denver singing the song "A Song For All
Lovers". My father has been dead for 13 years and mother who has been dead for ll years.
They both lived to be almost 97 years old. They adopted me when I was 19 months and
they were 47 and 45 years old. I had trouble with the flow some words included are sent to
me from James Frazer.)
Form:
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O’ crooked branch and magpie’s claw,
yon rusted chains a’ sway this night
Clutch tight a sign “The Seagull's Squall”
of splintered wood and storm clouds fight
Old tavern lone this craggy shore
where angered waves accost the sand
and drenching rains from heavens pour,
whilst thunder boasts its loud command
On creaking stools with painted legs
'long the bar, a gathered crew
Expected flow from aging kegs
a frothy crown this lagered brew
Fills tankards held of one now gone
'midst pewter death in golden ale
In drunk'n stupor sorrows shown
lost at sea, his soul last sailed
Watching cloaked of shadowed mist
in darkened corner, lingered smoke
O’er long goodbyes on echoes twist
and couraged voices soundly spoke
Weaving tales a' journeys past,
voyages beyond the deep
Ports o’ call and forth day cast,
of treasures that abound to reap
When one, a glass above his head
beckons silence, moments slow
Respect, our mate now swallow'd dead,
entombed within the depths below
Then hearty cheers and farewell speak,
this touching scene if one would be
A ghostly tear now falls my cheek,
this fallen mate they cheer is me
Some movies, we want to experience, again and again,
from the prologue, until it crashes, into the credits.
With waves of laughter and tears, oft happily afters.
Some movies, we value the sum, wishing to whiplash
through the reel, for its too real, with smoking guns.
We love the family hugs at the start, but it breaks our hearts
all through the middle parts, as if we’ve been gutted or shot.
Specially, taking the loved ones into a church, securing
the doors and nailing the windows shut. Claustrophobia
of the sinister, of the dark, of the red and blue flames.
The splinters, the bruises, the beatings, the fear, the burn
hold onto the credits, tear through the compassionate soul.
The movie was gut-wrenchingly good, but torturous.
We sigh, as we say our goodbyes, especially when
we know that the actor has overdosed, joined the dead
in his youth. The truth of weaving a tale, summing up life.
6/20/2023
Trying to make it through “The Patriot”