Long Lossnight Poems
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What more can you do?
Where would you go?
How wold you live
Without no one near?
i once lived in a peaceful home
the one where love is always fair
no one fights
no one screams
but that all changed when daddy screamed
'i hate you'
mommy cried
sissy cry
Johnny whimpered
i survived
daddy left two days from then
mommy cry so much more
sitting home
waiting for his return
and then a thought can to mind
'where would he go?
what would he do?
how would he live without mommy so near?
two weeks have passed and daddy's back
but nothing now is like back then
daddy yells and mommy cries
sissy cries and Johnny dies
and at his funeral my mommy weeps
she came to see dear Johnny sleep
'never again to see your face
never again to hold you close
now i know how bad you felt
when daddy came and beat you dead'
mommy cry herself to bed that night
sissy wept in the quiet night
daddy sits and wonders why
why he killed poor Johnny that night
a year has passed and nothing changed
mommy still with teary eyes
walks around sis's bed at night
'if you die i will not live
without you near i wont forgive'
mommy cried
sissy cried
Johnny died
daddy byed
two weeks after
daddy left
he comes back at take a rest
mommy weeps so much more
sissy with startled eyes
cries now cause mommy yelled
that night my mommy yelled
i wept for the first night yet
daddy ran away
and never did i even pray
for all i knew daddy lied
told us once he'd be forever
now i know that daddy's mean
because that night mommy died
sis and i
we packed our things
sneaking out to not be seen
the once good daddy drunk again
you never know if you fight for life
and as we walk around the block we hear his voice calling out
'COME BACK. YOU CAN ONT HIDE
I'M YOUR DADDY FOR ALL TIMES
COME ON BACK
YOU'LL DIE OUT THERE
COME OR ELSE I'LL KILL YOU THERE'
and with great fear we start to run
never knowing what may come
and now today
sis and i
we live together
and never lie
but at some times we walked in fear
for we still know daddy's near
it doesn't matter anymore
as long and i have my sister near
-Anna P Chebukina
Form:
What choice do I have? On this night I cannot sleep?
I lay alone in this cold bed,
Thinking heavily,
Crying silently.
I watch as the clock flashes 12:00
I should have been asleep two hours ago
Ah, sleep... laced with poisonous dreams, bliss and danger,
A constant chaos, beautiful and terrifying.
I slip into my jacket, I carefully step down the stairs
The carpet hurts against my bare feet.
So soft, so muffling, yet so cruelly rough...
It has no end as I pace at the bottom of the stairs.
I watch as the clock flashes 1:00
I could have been asleep an hour ago.
Ah, sleep... that elusive devil of which I am so deprived of
A constant fantasy, an untouchable shadow.
Should I stay? Should I go?
If I stay I will be left in this pit of hell,
Left to submit to its burning force,
Left to submit to its unstoppable torrent.
If I go I will have hell to pay,
In the blood of my cuts,
In the tears of my pain,
In the sweat upon my brow.
I watch as the clock flashes 1:30
I would have been asleep so long ago.
Ah, sleep... only if I could linger in your scent,
A constant scar, only for one who is loved.
My decision has not been made.
I ponder and pace and know not who I am.
My feet are raw from pacing
Across this rough carpet floor.
This rough carpet floor soaked in whose tears but mine?
What choice do I have? On this night I cannot sleep?
I pace alone on this cold floor,
Breathing heavily,
Eating my heart out silently.
...For I had believed I could bask in your presence forever...
Yet here I am.
Alone.
Form:
i first saw her image in a dark devil dream
in a field full of scarecrows,vultures,and screams
her raw radiation was poison to me
black hair like a raven...just a ravenous seed
too scarred to approach...she pulled on the reigns
like a battle queen vixen with sharp steely teeth
"there's beauty in death"...that's what she said to me
i gasped to reply but just gazed instead...she talks to the living she talks to the dead
our tongues tangled violence like dragons in heat
we made love underneath the hanging tree
night after night she visited my dreams
and like a vampire by morning she vanished...unseen
her name was wormwood...it was tatooed on her back
the sulfur and sweat flowed like waters of wrath
she got what she wanted and she fulfilled her needs
we made love every night underneath the hanging tree
but soon i discovered a liar of lust...my soul she would bleed
like mutants breed our ceremonies became carnivorous...she put the blister on the bliss
i'm running away but won't be missed
her tongue twisting like a serpent...now i'm a humble servant
she pulls a scarlet rope from her mouth of madness...she smiles an evil grin and puts her
neck in a noose...rope over the limb like a lightning bolt
now i must join her cause the beast is now loose...nothing to gain and nothing to lose
the field burns with fury and fire and together we swing...
we make love forever underneath the hanging tree
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
MUCH TIME HAS GONE BY
STILL YOU'RE NO WHERE IN SIGHT.
MY DEVOTED COMPANION
BY MY SIDE DAY AND NIGHT.
I STILL SEE YOUR VISION
ON MY BED, WHERE YOU'D LAY,
ALWAYS LOOK AS I KNEEL
EACH NIGHT BEFORE I PRAY
DO I HOPE YOU MIGHT BE THERE?
YOU WERE THERE ALL THOSE YEARS
THEN REALITY HITS ME...
MANY NIGHTS BRING THE TEARS.
ONE NIGHT I LAY SLEEPING,
YOUR NOSE GENTLY NUDGED MY CHEEK,
AS I LOOKED, YOU STOOD OVER ME,
"TASH, LIE DOWN...GO TO SLEEP!"
YOU TRIED SO TO TELL ME,
STILL...NOT A WHIMPER, NOT A CRY
SO HOW COULD I KNOW,
YOU WERE STARTING TO DIE.
EACH DAY IS LIKE ANOTHER,
SO LONELY, YOU'VE GONE.
OUR CAR'S COMPLETELY EMPTY;
DRIVING ALONE? TAKES TOO LONG.
SO YOU SEE, MY SWEET TASHA,
YOU WERE MORE THAN A PET
'CAUSE SINCE YOU'RE NOT WITH ME
MY ROUTINE'S JUST A WRECK.
CHARGED FORWARD, WHILE OTHERS ABANDONED,
STRONG COMMITMENT, SO TRULY RARE.
FROM THE BEGINNING, YOU CHOSE TO GUARD ME,
LAID DOWN YOUR LIFE TO PROVE YOU CARED.
YOU SURPASSED ALL THE OTHERS,
SO MUCH BETTER THAN THE REST.
JOYFULLY FILLED ALL MY HOURS
MY TRUE BUDDY, YOU'RE THE BEST!
THERE IS ONE THING I'M SURE OF
'TWAS FOR ME YOU DEEPLY CARED!
KNOW YOUR MEMORY LIVES WITH ME
FROM THE LONG LIFE THAT WE SHARED.
I WILL LOVE YOU FOREVER!
MOMMY
April 17, 1998-March 6, 2010
I work my fingers to the bone
Every day of my life
To make things better than what I had
For my children and my wife
Then fate steps in and takes it away
In the twinkling of an eye
Huddled together in the bathroom floor
Afraid we're going to die
Pass us by oh mighty freight train
This night that's filled with screams
Why must you hurt so many,
And haunt our future dreams?
Give back what you have taken
Our sense of security
For life is somehow not the same
Nor will it ever be
The wind used to be a beautiful thing
That set my soul at ease
But twisted and mangled it's forever changed
And brings us to our knees
So many now lay silent
The laughter now fades away
Replaced with tears for those who died
And destruction left in your way
So much suffering left behind
With hearts that need to mend
The peace that closed our eyes to sleep
Has vanished in the wind
An EF2 Tornado hit my town killing 6 and injuring 38 with
lives left scattered across the county. It came in the middle of
the night we couldn't even see it coming. You prayers are
needed for all those people suffering across America
There’s a piece of sheetrock in my aunts house.
That’s newer than the rest of the pieces.
It hasn’t experienced the joyful times
The rest of the ceiling has.
I remember the days when life was normal,
Before that orange extension cord came into our lives.
My uncle bought it real cheap at a garage sale.
He said it was a bargain! He loved that extension cord.
Well, that bargain played a savage role that would plaque
The rest of our natural lives in the months that followed.
It was an Autumn morning,
boy, how I love brisk mornings.
I stay up all night just to catch the morning sun.
I’ve always done this, ever since I can remember heck, I guess I always will.
A call came that early morning,
I felt on the inside something was wrong.
It wasn’t normal for our phone to ring so early.
My cousin spent that night tallying up his list of unfortunate events.
I was suppose to spend the night, but I didn’t.
The issues of that day, drove him to take my uncles bargain
and bust the sheetrock from the ceiling.
My mommy left me one day and she can no longer play,
she has ran away to cancer, I know that’s where she’ll stay.
Of all the things I remember there is one I Know I'll miss,
that is going in her room that night for one last goodnight kiss.
My daddy looks at her picture, I always see him cry,
I know he can’t find her, but I am afraid he might try.
Mommy was always helping people, always did what she said was right,
if someone ever said they needed her she’d try with all her might.
Every night Mommy would sit with me, and from the bible she would read,
she would tell me of God and Jesus, and of every one of their good deeds.
There are many presents this year sitting under the tree,
I know from looking at them that they are all there for me.
I try and be like mommy now, remember what she said,
so I don’t want the presents, I want to wish instead.
I don’t know if I can make this wish, but I’ll try if I may,
God all I want is Daddy happy again, if even just a day.
Diminished
A diminished cemetery lies in the ruins of tombstones..
You can hear the whistle of the wind in mysterious tones..
The rusty gate hangs on its last resource..
The dark rocky path leading through needs reinforced..
Around the old ruins of tombstones grow enormous weeds.
They stretch to the moon as if to satisfy their needs..
The indignant dark fog looks like the passing angel of death..
The wind dies down emancipating its last breath..
The wilted limbs loom over from the weight of the leaves..
In the muggy fetid air starts a disturbing haunting breeze..
Creatures of the dark lurk in the spots of the murky night..
The half moon in the sky looks as if the darkness took a bite..
The eerie night is placid laced with silence.
The peaceful cemetery owns no violence..
Poison ivy fingers its way through a torn down wall..
The howl in the night beckons other calls..
The cemetery holds its subjects in capture..
They wait peacefully for the life thereafter...
There will be a sick portrayal of your lies once You're all alone.
When you crawl asking for sympathy, trace back and remember what your words were to
me in my time of need.
Once the night sets in and the Angel has descended far from your arms, let the anguish I felt
set into your blood stream. And when the memories you felt had no place in your life
anymore become all you think about, become your best and only friend, will you then feel
the shame for your wrongful slander set against my being?
On a lonely September night will you shed tears for those who you pushed away invain?
If you think this pain is unbearable, try having no way of being able to stop it. You had the
power, and now you are lying in the bed you so demandingly made yourself and an Angel
you were never deserving of to begin with.
Sleep alone, darling, for all your nights
Form:
filling the radio with words of availability
lot lizards selling their souls to diesel driving “Joe-s”
in and out of truck cabs under a weeping moon’s protection
Jane, works the night, wondering if her daddy knows
lipstick on and high heels strapped as the sun sets in May
call sign; “Wild Orchid” …. “Anyone looking for a good time?”
a traffic jam of radio chatter…… congested air waves
the August sun rises on a night of sexual crime
Orchid petals caressed with greased stained hands
her pale white color quickly wilts to brown
the young November night is holding her final bloom
evidence of violent pruning becomes talk of the town
a knock on the door……………….. a flower delivered
Wild Orchid’s father is asked, “Is she the one?”
he checks her stem, quickly recognizing his roots
inevitably, the withering of his blossom has begun……