Long Gray Poems
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As I peered through a familiar book,
Nostalgia filled my cup.
And although it was one short look,
It already revealed what I once boarded up.
Your smile blinded me,
That soft grin I tried to forget.
The moment I felt lost at sea,
The first time our eyes ever met.
I bumped into you first, I think.
Distracted by that foreign thought.
Like the only two birds in sync,
Right there in that very spot.
And through the years,
We grew in rich love.
Sharing pain and tears.
All gifts from God above.
Oh page 34,
A memory full of delight.
Our moments through the english moors,
Our honeymoon under the horizon light.
Reminiscing over a faded dream,
nightmares of taunting thoughts.
Released light heavy steam,
Tied down with unbreakable knots.
I wonder if she too forgets...
Stop. A page full of joy.
No fears or regrets,
but a small baby boy.
This is why I'm here,
not because I’m chained in the past,
But a feeling so *****,
A wound in which is cast.
But then I flipped unto the page,
a page written in blood.
A bed of broken age,
Far greater than Noah’s flood.
There you lay,
Lifeless but not alone.
Pale and gray,
a human stone.
The day you were buried.
Perhaps my hardest trial.
Like the day we were married,
But without your gentle smile.
I closed that damp book,
covered in my liquified emotions.
But that is all it took,
To isolate me in that once familiar ocean.
In twilight halls, I wander, lost amidst the masquerade,
A lone soul unmasked, amidst a sea of painted shades.
They don their facades, a suffocating uniformity,
While I, a chameleon, harbor multitudes, a chaotic symphony.
My essence shifts, a mercurial tide,
Humble servant, raging beast, side by side.
Through labyrinthine corridors, I weave and stray,
A stranger in each room, yet belonging nowhere, lost in gray.
Then, I beheld her – a fleeting glimpse of truth,
A visage unadorned, a moment's vulnerable youth.
My heart, a traitor, whispered sweet deceit,
"This is the one, the soulmate, the key to my crumbling seat."
But hers was a beauty, veiled, invisible to the eye,
A masterpiece of malice, hidden beneath a saintly guise.
She struck, a viper's kiss, a whispered promise of despair,
And I, a willing captive, still believed in love's sweet air.
The arrow's fiery tip, a burning, searing pain,
I smiled, a final taunt, as darkness closed, a suffocating rain.
In death's threshold, I saw her, transfigured, revealed,
The angel of my demise, Masked Malice, my heart's fatal yield.
Note: It has been raining it seems for the past 6 weeks here in South Texas and the temps have been much lower than normal. I am getting a bit tired of it and want summer to get here quickly. So I wrote this.
Sung to the tune of "Hey Jude" by The Beatles
Hey June,
why aren’t you dry
There are dark clouds
and rain is falling
Remember,
the sun should be in the sky,
it should be dry,
so quit your stalling
Hey June,
bring on the heat
It is chilly
and getting wetter
Remember,
last year when you were so hot,
bet you forgot,
now I need a sweater
So bring the summer season again,
Hey June,
begin
we can’t take these days
that seem much colder
Don’t you know that it’s not cool,
to see the pool
while feeling the rain
upon our shoulders
na na na na na, na na na na
Hey June,
don’t be like May
Take these gray days
and make them brighter
Remember,
to let these showers depart,
then you can start
to make it better, better, better, better, better, better, ahhhhhhhhh
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na na, Hey June
Your body is lowered into the ground, where you lie in darkness.
My warm tears mingle with December's cold rain... I lament.
War's grip holds me in depression, for this should be my grave.
"TAKE COVER!" you yelled, as your body and your blood fell over me.
My malaise of guilt: you died for me without a "thank you."
I'd give my life to find a doorway to you; my life is just a beautiful lie.
But my fear of death
keeps me from reaching for the door handle.
An alabaster portal that may not allow me in, a wretched sinner.
I have need of paint and brush, for it must be darker to open.
I weep for you, my brother, as my incarnate heart weeps for me.
But my fear of death
staunches my progress; I cower in my shame.
Damn my trembling hand, for the door is only darkened to gray.
My mind, an unassailable weapon against my will; it paints... It paints.
But my fear of death
haunts me; I fall to my knees in mental anguish.
Tears rain down as mortar shells, and flow into the ink of my pen.
I write these words for war mongers to read. "Death is a painful truth."
With labored breath, I brush a final stroke on the door to paint it black.
I am on my way, Captain, for I have found the courage to thank you.
My fear of death
was an illusion to mask the longing for my demise.
The only way I can be free from my fear of death is to let death claim me.
November 9, 2015
Brilliant light and sound show
not disappointing forecasters promised
outstandingly uproarious performance
powerful winds rage
against the machine
embark to score prestigious
chart chopping hit
pliancy of heavy
boughs sorely tested
ear splitting cacophony
presaged coming fury
within safe shelter of B44,
I hunkered down
analogous to brave soldier
avoiding deadly crosshairs
imagining villainous turncoat
targeting yours truly, now
considering me enemy sniper fire
body instinctively crouches
against impending "FAKE" battle
suspected collusion trumpeting
thunderous applause issuing prelude
betokening nonpareil symphonic
unscored cacophonous rendition,
where pliant limbs
deign to welcome
impending stormy "Daniel" reign
impossible kickstarting boots
on the ground impossible mission
mere mortals cannot hush
their lame clout ineffective against
weapons of mass destruction
unleashed by Gaia
forcing immediate recall
atavistic survival skills
tapping into fifty shades
gray matter within
primitive brain stem
long atrophied primal beast,
an individual object lesson
desperately summoning
emergency measures
lest life and limb
whiplashed to pulp
by furiously roaring winds
fierce howling tempest
reminding 21st
century *****sapiens
merciless Mother Nature
intolerant toward global indignity,
perhaps foregone
watershed of extermination
points ship of fools be damned!
Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun, thoughts coiling like serpents,
I'm engulfed by the desire to run, to run, to run to nowhere,
I race through forests of shadows, where trees whisper forgotten secrets,
Their roots stretch like the fingers of an unseen hand, ensnaring me in a hypnotic dance,
Where the sky is a gray veil, hiding stars that weep silver tears,
And clouds are heavy cloaks covering truths I can no longer bear.
On an endless road of silence, my steps become echoes lost in the abyss,
Each heartbeat, an old clock counting down the remaining moments,
And in this frenetic rhythm, I feel the world unraveling under the weight of unlived dreams,
As time slips through the hourglass of an unyielding reality,
Where the sun no longer rises, and the earth speaks only in whispers.
In my mad dash, I meet the shadows of those who were and are no more,
Phantasms of the past, with hollow eyes and outstretched arms, seeking answers in the dark,
They whisper tales of lost worlds and shattered loves,
Of unfulfilled dreams burning like the fires of a late autumn,
And my heart, a bird trapped in the cage of desire, seeks freedom in vain.
Yet still, I run, I run towards the edge of a world ending,
In a ceaseless dance where hope and despair intertwine like threads of silk,
For in this tremor of the unknown, I find and lose myself alike,
A wandering soul on the waves of an ocean of questions,
Seeking light in a world of shadows, I run, I run, without knowing where or why.
You Must Never Cease to Be Whimsical and Free
You must never cease to be whimsical and free,
For in the flight of your dreams lies the sublime colors of the sky.
Do not let the burden of your life weigh on someone else's shoulders,
For you are the sculptor of your destiny, let your name resound.
Through the shadowed forests of doubt and despair,
Carry your fragile light, let it shine with fervor.
In the secret dance of stars and ever-changing clouds,
Find freedom in their shifting visions.
In the uncharted jungle of unfolding days,
Keep your heart open, let your dreams be brave.
Do not allow others to paint with shades of gray,
For you are the artist who colors eternity.
In the deep ocean of your turbulent thoughts,
Swim gracefully, even when the waves strike and demand.
Keep your whimsy like a rare and precious pearl,
For in it lies the spark of your life, your beautiful world.
Upon the vast sky of infinite and pure possibilities,
Ignore the voices that seek to tether you to the ground.
You have wings, even in the midst of encircling storms,
And thus, your story will shine like a star reborn day by day.
So, in this world full of mystery and shadowy secrets,
Never cease to be the whimsical soul, untamed,
And do not give others the burden of your life, the bright spark,
For you are the lighthouse that illuminates the twilight, a rare star.
Dolphins
Watch the aquatic mammals reigning warm waters
Riding ocean waves zestfully flexing playful behavior
Jumping high in air performing acrobatic maneuvers
Synchronizing movements impressing fond watchers.
Be dazzled by their graceful moves peeking up for air
Turning around buoyantly raising caudal fins in pairs
Diving elongated noses under great depths of ocean
Resurfacing with gallant jumps stirring up emotions.
See a dolphin show joyous amid human interactions
As gray mammals emerge like torpedoes in action
Looping in air artfully, bowing to cheerful reactions
Dancing on water regally evoking rush of passions,
Admire as they toss a ball delighting in jovial acts
Walking like penguins to rise and kiss human hands
Splashing water impishly they rejoice as kids laugh
Dipping under water to perform upside down dance,
Amazing to see how they obey human instructions
Jumping through hoops upon listening to directions
Adorning choreographic motion for grateful crowds
Waving hello intelligently as people loudly applaud,
Don't miss gracious goodbye as they retreat in style
Being aware children are grinning with lofty smiles
Saying thanks, rising high-up to accept their reward
Brilliantly they pause to acknowledge the applause.
December 29, 2017
First place in Dolphins contest
Sponsor: Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
Placed 3rd: Strand Pick 6 Contest by Brian Strand
So quickly gone our perfect day,
softly fading in ombre gray;
we loved, lying in grasses sweet,
mist mountain shrouded and discreet.
Pink pearled the clouds like china clay--
so quickly gone our perfect day--
dangled above the mountain rim;
pearled the wine kisses I offered him.
We strolled hay scented meadows, fair;
he laced white daisies through my hair;
so quickly gone our perfect day
for night swooped down, dark bird of prey.
Sometimes a day almost like that
makes me wistful, heart acrobat
contriving to return that way,
so quickly gone our perfect day.
Copyright, January 23, 2016
As I heal
I think about what I feel
What I wish to do
So much I have been through
I face a future
A dream that I need to nurture
Never before have I had that door
To open.
I was hoping
Just to survive
No one makes it out alive
Did not care
Did not dare
But I'm still alive
I did survive
Now for tomorrow I did not prepare
Life was never fair
But I did not care
But I seem to, now
Just trying to Learn how
I reckon one day at a time
Do not have a dime
I feel no fear
Yesterday fell my last tear
Life I hold dear
One more day
So many words left to say
So much I wish to do
A sky so blue
On silent strength I drew
One day more
Then I open that door
Tomorrow
My land of no sorrow
Today
I go my way
Seeking what I do not yet know
But time will show
Hope does grow
For a better day
My hair turns gray
Wrinkles appear
...No fear....
Standing on n my own
With what life has shown
My soul has grown
I Feel
My body does heal
My heart beats like a man young
I hung
My sorrows on my sorrow tree
On bended knee
Left them for the past
For tomorrow to last
I needed to be free
So much I wish to be
To see
A sunrise
Watching time as it flies
Hope never dies
Tomorrow
No sorrow
A new step along my way
Into a new day
Life, I did earn
So much left to learn
I heal
Trying to understand what I feel
My new scar
Is a part of my star
I wonder how far
Is tomorrow
Life is the land of no sorrow
I find
Peace of mind