Long Lovenight Poems
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I was just a boy running wild and free
Innocent quiet and naïve
She was a woman, lonely and blue
Teaching a boy to believe
She had a smile that lit up the night
Some of her life had been tragic
I could feel the warmth deep in my heart
The night carried its’ own type of magic
She filled my evening with starry-eyed dreams
A young boy discovering life
I saw the lightning, feeling the thunder
Piercing my heart like a knife
This was a moment etched in the depths of my mind
Remembering for all it was worth
That was the night she took me to heaven
Then brought me back gently to earth
We went back to heaven, pulled the stars from the sky
Danced with the fire and rain
Sometimes in my dreams I long for her touch
In my memory she'll ever remain
A Flower Through the Snow (or The Traveler)
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Why is it always the merriment that’s rattling at the door,
In the middle of the day that keeps the night at war?
If only you could open up and let this traveller in,
There could be a-something done about hushing up this din.
There’s a bottle sure, an open sore, the salt of seven seas,
White lines lay upon on the shore from brow creasing pleas.
Well first it’s a little, little sorry then it’s just little more,
‘Til the book finds a new page - now who’s this written for?
Why’d you bury the bones and start thinking they were treasure,
And dig ‘em back up and find the horror not the pleasure.
Is it startled reassurance that the truth ain’t in the flesh?
Well it ain’t in the bones too if there’s no cartilage to mesh.
Now all the chorus girls know a thing or two about this
That night weary wanders see only blue for bliss
As they’re walking through the day putting night sighs to test
Shaking stuck fallen leaves from shady places where you rest
Shut your eyes, go to sleep, though there are a thousand things
To do before tomorrow when winter’s cold voice sings
Can you let this traveller in while there’s still flame in the fire?
Ask to hear his story but if you know it he won’t tell yer
Wait there warm, sit there childish, wait until the new spring.
If he’s asks you the way or to see just say it’s something
In your smile, so stick around it may show, might grow
Like a song in the belly, like a flower through the snow.
Huddled in front of the fireplace
Snow blanketing the outside world
Enjoying the smile upon her face
Another memory we will build
Snow blanketing the outside world
The atmosphere providing heat
Another memory we will build
Our honeymoon night we repeat
The atmosphere providing heat
In shadows of the crackling fire
Our honeymoon night we repeat
Never having lost our burning desire
In shadows of the crackling fire
Even after these many years
Never having lost our burning desire
Love making brings new tears
Even after these many years
Enjoying the smile upon her face
Love making brings new tears
Huddled in front of the fireplace
by Joe Flach
In the shadowy darkness of night's embrace
slumber casts upon me, it restful face
as visions through my mind do stream
a ribbon of late night peaceful dreams
~
Silken and willowy they do flow
as the breezes through my hair do blow
and tangle the dreams I dream of you
as the sunrise breaks it's morning hue
~
Soft and tender the night retreats
as with a sigh the dream completes
and filled with love anew and strong
my love bursts forth with the morning song
~
The shadows of night, again as my friend,
remind me of love that ne're shall end
as long as visions through my mind do stream
with a ribbon of late night peaceful dreams.
I searched for you in the Crescent Moon,Was buried in a Night ,without a
gloom.
I searched for You in early dawn,but as Sunrise touched the Sky,Sunset
drowned Her in Moon's lawn.
I searched for You ,Everywhere!Called your name ,You wouldn't hear,My Voice
whistled in the Wind,Echoes ended in a Labyrinth.
I searched and searched to reach your Hands, A tornado trapped me,in its
Whirled sands.
I heard a noise,thought it was You,Were Raindrop tears ,just missing You!
Crystal Rain pattered on roof tops,feeling Sad and Misty blue.
Searched and Searched,Yet ,Could not find You!Called and Called,Yet, could
not reach You!
Ran and Ran,just for one man,Where is my man?Men found many ,but not my
man.
And after thorns crafted my Heart,After my petals scattered apart,
My man came back to me,He came back to me!
But then again,He had to leave...to leave again,far ,far from me!
And Now i live in dreams not lived,and now i live in dreams not told,
My Night is dark,My day is cold ,and I gave Up Of His behold
Charma
Form:
the will of the seamstress connecting her heart to the seams
reveal the incanttations of her dreams
in the still of the night by desires calling
day shaken awake from the slumber of sleep falling
nocturnal attention astute, as if to answer the hoots of an owl
while imagination of a practiced craft bewitches the hour of the wolfs howl
hands dancing across the wall, shadows waltzing around each other
in the grasp of a moonlit night the outside would the darkness smother
undaunted by the midnight, darkness surrounding the land like an ocean
she holds stedfast to her tapestry claimed by her own devotion
In the basement of our house
Was a workshop
Of gray tools
And the smell of 3-in-1 oil
There under the steady glare
Of florescent lighting
My father
Worked.
Whenever he called me downstairs
It was to talk
About something important
Or a mistake I made
After every few sentences
He would adjust his glasses
And pause
To make sure I understood every word he said
A habit
He had until the day he died.
Speaking with determination
He told me never to lie
You may think people don't listen
He said
But inside they do
The mind
Works
Like a sponge
It remembers everything
Even when we get tired and forget.
So remember
Nobody likes a liar.
I first saw Susan walking
Down the street
Head held high
Graceful
I tried catching up with her
But she was quicker
Than I was
We met again when she dropped her keys
Picking them up
I told her
She was the most beautiful woman I ever met
A slight exaggeration
An innocent white lie
But a lie nevertheless.
Soon we were together
Clothes on
Clothes off
The new found
Thrill
Of intimacy
Was intoxicating.
In small bits
Day by day
Freedom evaporated
And our lives
Became hopelessly twisted
In an undertow
Of life, money,
Apartment
Problems and future
I wasn't honest with myself
And deep down inside
I never knew
What I was hiding
Or how fragile a relationship could be.
One night she asked if I knew
Anything about roses
I barely stammered a what?
Roses symbolize love, sympathy and
Elegant beauty
She said
But they're one of the most fragile flowers
Ever
They can turn brown and die
From a chill in the air.
I fell asleep on the couch that night
Getting up in the morning
I saw the made up bed
And in the kitchen
Nestled between coffee and sugar
Was an envelope
With my name
Scrawled in clear
Bold handwriting
My hands shook
As I reached for the envelope
The urge
To leave it unread
Was strong
Until suddenly, I tore it open
And read it through
From top to bottom
Over and over again.
Catching my breathe I sat down
Enfolded
In the strange quiet
Of an empty apartment
Wondering how different things might have been
Had I not told white lies.
Oh, how I find sorrow in a twilight
A sky is drawn vast, with artistic flair
With bands of coral crown and florid silk
Sinking low on distant horizon
A bright torch of sad partings...wilting away
Swiftly a world shrinks to gray
Why, does it go, oh solar joy of this day?
Why will a night hold cold dark tidings?
Halting lyrics of birds that sing
Or dancing wind that frolics along a branch?
A pall of isolation now waits in shadows
Stalking as a lion
And worry harbors on downy pillows
As clocks tick slowly in forlorn wail
Black fills a corridor...vanishing this blissful day
Longing holds a night in chains...
I will wait for daylight...
I will wait for his arrival....
For again on rainbow wings
As dawning brings......joy again...
Night will part.....
I will watch as a shining knight of day is born
to walk across in bliss...and hills and sky will kiss....
.....again,...and again.....
And I will always know....
.... with dawning of a crisp bright sky.... a day for now, at last, is born again to own....
Inspired by Nikko's contest "Using no U-M-E" (Thanks to friends who helped me stumble through this challenge! :)
The night will wait, until we come again
Heaven must know, we need assurance that
Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings
For love such as this,.. is never ending
You must not fear the coming of the moon
The night will wait, until we come again
Evening comes streaming with fading color
A summer day bids us farewell, knowing..
Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings
Lonely be the dark of a thousand eyes
Even the rolling hills will miss our love
The night will wait, until we come again
If fate comes as a comet in the night
Or comes as eclipse of the moon,...do not fear...
Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings
Though summer has gone, as summers must go...
We will climb stairs to summer once again
And I will be yours 'till the end of time
The night will wait, until we come again
Our tomorrow is waiting in the wings...
We met up once a month at the County Line Motel
For a night of pure, unadulterated ecstasy.
Left our mundane lives behind, out by the county line;
Nothing fancy but a lot of privacy.
I know you’ll understand, how much I felt like a man
With this beautiful woman wrapped in my arms.
We made love through the night, leaving before the morning light,
With both our phones set to work as alarms.
But then came that day, near the end of the month of May
When she didn’t show up at the allotted time;
I laid alone in the bed, when the anchorman said,
“Our top story is about a suicide-murder crime.”
I nearly let out a scream, when I saw the pictures on the screen
And realized I’d never hold her again.
She wasn’t just another in a long line of lovers;
She was my soul mate and had become my friend.
And still once a month I go to the County Line Motel
For a peaceful night of sad remembrance.
Remembering the girl who once rocked my world
And was for me a lover’s deliverance.