Long Loitered Poems
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1.
The clouds flew in embrace with the wind,
In occassions many, they came together,
To bless the land with manna dew and
To bring to rest the flames of the heart,
To call to the winter moon and bring to
The animals a moment of peaceful sleep.
But it stays not long and embarks on a
Journey new to a new spring.
2.
The stream laments the pained moments
Of brutal separations and the beautiful
Recollections of the steady comfort in the
Embrace of her fellow companions when
They loitered hand in hand with the wind,
But she goes on still with a heavy heart,
Adorned with the memories of glory and
Dreams of hope.
3.
The stars burn with the
Fires not extinguished of the past,
They comfort the heart in every journey,
With the pleasing assurance of
The eternal burning of memories in
Moments of despair,
The path can be the sweet garden of
The thousand roses or the darksome valley
Of the thousand thorns, but there will
Aways be the little moments of peace, when
The eyes can get lost in the stars, to
Reminisce about what it was,
The feet will gain strength and a new
Journey will begin.
Sponsor - Brian Strand
Contest Name - YOUR CHOICE 2022
Date - 24th December, 2022
II.
Liesel spent months worrying about this,
about dark minions and young souls that hurt,
she even started fearing for herself
for questioning the teachings of the church.
She did not want to damn herself to Hell,
but she couldn’t believe that it was true
that a loving God would punish children
for something that they themselves couldn’t do.
How did it make sense that helpless infants
could be punished due to their parents?
Why would they suffer for another’s sins,
how in the world did such a thing make sense?
But Liesel kept this turmoil inside,
and tried to just keep on living her life,
didn’t tell of doubts that haunted her thoughts,
or worried dreams that kept hear up at night.
It all came to a head six months later,
her neighbor’s new baby died in his sleep,
The town gathered up for the funeral,
to weep loudly, and to pour out their grief.
Liesel loitered near the back of the crowd,
every so often she glanced to the woods,
until finally she saw the woman,
and decided she’d settle this for good.
She crept out of her parent’s house that night,
made her way slowly down to the churchyard,
at midnight the old crone walked to the grave,
and from her cloak removed some sort of jar.
She opened it and stood there quietly
for a long moment, then shuffled away,
Liesel followed, determined that somehow
she would not make this foul demon pay.
Through a dark forest of eldritch oak trees,
where brushy undergrowth scratched at her skirts,
across gurgling streams that wet her feet,
down dark ravines where the wolfpacks still lurked.
Amidst calling owls loud in the night,
she followed that old crone through the wild,
she kept a good distance, forty paces,
her feet bled, and she wheezed from the trial.
Finally she came upon a small glade,
to the center of it the crone did go,
right to an old cabin that rose up there,
Over the door was a sign that said ‘Limbo.’
Her heart froze as the old woman walked in,
she saw the briefest flash of light from inside,
all of her reason screamed out, ‘You should run!’
But she couldn’t, no matter how hard she tried.
Some great force acted deep within her soul,
she couldn’t say if for good of for ill,
but Liesel found herself approaching the door,
simply a pawn to some powerful will…
STALKER
At late night train arrived my station.
I am regular daily passenger.
Also got down another stranger.
I did not pay much attention
Suddenly sensed someone behind
Turned back being conscious.
That stranger suspiciou
aroused fear in my mind.
Entered a lane to misguide
Decisive follower chose same direction
I started running on desperation.
Stranger gained speed, I could not hide.
Made useless jump on a fence.
He did not miss leap in dark.
Needless I loitered in park.
He followed without uttering a sentence.
At last I charged ‘What do you want, say kindly.’
'My destination is just beside
the house, you reside.
Station master asked me to follow you blindly.’
11/14/17
STALKER Contest by Silent One
Second Place
You, with your everlasting sorrow mom
deserve nifty hands and healing ways of
You, who always loved with the truest calm
now sit bereft of food and needs God's glove
You, the womb that bore consecrated Zen
sit still with your emptiness praying that
You, will once more be as fertile as a hen
fresh as the ocean in God's special vat
You, who have given us bounty with grace
have birthed a sapling, a seed, and the bud
You, Mother Earth whos honest clean faced
has always provided with substance and sud
They, who have loitered and taken your fresh,
are caught in a web, they cannot dis-enmesh.
I lived on Gray Street when I was a boy
and rode my bike up hither ‘n yon.
Now my home is a concrete parking lot
and all its spirits ‘n souls are gone
I sang at Greyfriars church as a child
and learnt all about moth ‘n rust.
I learnt nothing is permanent or fixed
and it too fell into rubble ‘n dust
I jumped ‘n danced at the Country Club
when fete ‘n revelry came to town.
Music played all night in the dance hall
but its colonial past was torn down
I worked at the old store on Broadway
inside its chain doors ‘n iron cage.
But now it sits a vacant lot condemned
to history lost to a demolition age
I loitered ‘n limed at the Pelican Inn
in my rum diary in younger days.
Up on Coblentz Avenue from its ruins
the inn that stood has been razed
I remember in my grandfather’s house
when voices did echo every room.
Now strangers walk among the dead
and feels more like a family tomb
I feel the reverberation of spirit ‘n soul
that these forsaken places outlast.
But I have watched life ‘n time erase
the bricks ‘n mortar of my past
Written: July 2025
Written January 17, 2015
I was born to the hunter
I was raised with the sheep
I was brought in with the soldiers
I was told not to fall asleep
I was told not to wonder
What lies on the otherside
Once I was a loner
Loitered around with the stoners
Who sought only to dream
But for the days when their dreams came true
Hand in hand with you
And everyone else who holds these ideals true
But as for now
We lie beneath the boulders
All the rubble that molds us
To stand shoulder to shoulder
With all those who came before words
That made us realize
That we're only a child
In the eyes of time
In reality
We can only hope
To become a spec of dust
In the vacuum of history
A dauntless dachshund was my darling dog.
He was charmed to chase the cavorting frog.
He always ran and romped with great agility ,
For sniffing and smelling mice, he had a special ability.
He was rock black in shade and was very bold.
He stayed loyal and lively and never grew old.
His swaddling gait and swiveling move,
Brought much joy. From life, all boredom he did remove.
Safeguarded and shielded our home with a surveilling eye.
Lazily loitered with us under the lulling evening sky.
His sparkling starry eyes shone with joyful delight.
He sought snuggles and cuddles as if they were his right.
Sad, one day, our darling dachshund for ever departed.
Dropping his doggy duties, from us, he silently parted.
The memory of the magical moments he gave, merrily stays.
A faithful friend who gave us funny and festive days!
You must have heard many rags to riches stories,
this one is one such fairytale with happy ending.
Once upon a time, in a remote village,
lived a happy boy, called Manik, in a farmer family,
up until his parents died in an accident,
and he became an orphan,
having no one to take care of him,
and in lonely nights he slept hungry.
So, he left the village and went to the city,
searching for a job that nobody gave.
He loitered on the road, begging to survive,
until one day, out of pity and compassion,
Anil, a merchant, gave him shelter.
Manik was happy once again,
for he became a part of Anil’s family.
But problem arose as he couldn’t sleep at night,
because his room was full of mice.
Thinking to do something about it,
he borrowed some money
from Anil’s daughter, Lucy,
and bought a cat, he named Billy,
that killed all the mice to his relief.
When Anil went on a trading trip
to the neighboring kingdom,
he took Manik and his cat along.
Business over, as Anil was ready to leave,
the king asked him if he had any solution
to the menace of mice plaguing the palace.
Anil sold Billy to the king who was so pleased
for it killed all the mice in no time,
he gave a large amount of money and gold to Manik,
making him instantly rich beyond imagination.
When Manik returned home immensely wealthy,
he wanted to pay back the money
he had borrowed from Lucy
to buy the cat of fortune,
but she refused to take,
saying she had helped him then
because she loved him.
They got married and lived happily thereafter.
__________
April 9, 2023
Inspired by Dick Whittington And His Cat (Wikipedia)
Contest : Write A Sweet Fairytale For Children With
A Good Outcome Ending, Ie Nobody Gets Hurt
Sponsored by : BJ Legros Kelley
I am to venture as mass of cloud
loaded with water vapor compressed
dense dark about to burst.
Me in deep dolor
burdened with tears suppressed
hidden under hard crust of heart
I know the cloud to release its grief pouring showers.
My pain pricking piercing heart condensed to freeze.
Since long I loitered as aimless cloud.
At last allowed frozen heart to melt
letting teardrops to flow in flood.
At end, my gloom to bloom moistened with beauty of sadness,
as rain-soaked blossoms.
I feign to remember
that day walking back
from turfed fields
sweat on the brow
robots on the mind.
Only, in that lockered room
did I feel that chill of fear
preeminence crawling up my spine,
snickering teammates entering,
I loitered no longer.
Or tried to,
My feet sank through the floor
petrified
as he loomed, eyes dark
wicked with intent
predator upon prey
flight and adrenaline
kicking my teeth in.
Stone shattering
I bolted, like a deer
only to get hit by the headlights
ragdolled against the table
freedom swallowed by dread.
Helpless, he threw himself
against me.
time after time after time
while all they did was watch
cackling like hyenas.
My rage grew as
the cacophony of laughter increased
building with each thrust
against me, vision darkening
painted red
as he threw me aside.
Red blackening
turning inward instead.
Heart of gold? Bah!
I left that room stumbling,
Rage boiling,
trust shattered,
acid eating away at the “gold”
of my heart.
Comradery turning
Into betrayal and painted masks.
Yet
all I wanted to do is break him
like he broke me,
snap his bones one by one
let him scream like I did,
watch him curl into a ball
to weep as I did
only for no one to save him
like no one saved me.
You can “forgive” easily, but forgetting?
You can never “forget” being helpless.
It curls into your soul like a disease
quiet but still lingering.
Waiting.
Watching.
“Gone” but never truly gone.