Long Lullaby Poems
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The air hums with the weight of whispers,
of promises broken before they were made.
Skies once endless now streaked with fire,
oceans rising like hands reaching,
asking if we still remember their name.
Cities pulse in restless hunger,
neon veins feeding sleepless bodies.
Glass towers stretch toward absent gods,
while shadows curl in alleyways,
where the forgotten carve silence into stone.
Somewhere, a child draws a sun
on a cracked wall, yellow and bright.
Somewhere, a soldier closes his eyes,
hearing home in the wind,
a lullaby lost in the noise of war.
We stitch borders into the earth,
call them laws, call them safety.
But the wind does not ask for permission,
nor does the rain know the weight
of the flags we raise like shields.
And yet, the trees still speak in green,
the rivers still sing their silver songs.
Hope lingers in hands held tight,
in voices rising against the silence,
in the small, stubborn light of tomorrow.
On my return from London
Happiness of meeting dears
and then the pain of parting;
My longings fail to give up
to the things most heartening;
Back to memory lane ....
When Sun rose with tender smiles
and opening of those little eyes;
As giggles marked end of the day
with everyone draped in clay;
Those were the days ...
When we were purely at will
appetite of the chimney and grill,
Holidaying whole day through
with melody of lyrics imbued;
Those were the days ....
Then thick books kept us awake
getting up in the mornings late,
So many questions, how, when and why?
till curious mind rested to tunes of lullaby;
Those were the days ...
Time has flown, memories remain
over the years wasn’t tough terrain;
Colourful person turned to drip
solitude hits hard like a whip;
These are the days ....
My soul stays there
as I halfheartedly return,
Putting smile on the face
while those irresistible tears burn.
Written July 31, 2020
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Early autumn on the rise against the night sky
two silhouette, black against the clouds of stars
one sits riding sideways upon an ass
while another walk beside holding the lead
along the road tired, dirty, and worn
Sometimes she felt ill and fatigued
as she feels the child move,
the thoughts of her beautiful baby
she was about to have put her at ease
and the sickness would cease
No room in the lodge, but room in the stable
“She gave birth to her son as angels watched
A lullaby she sang while he slept cradled in a manger
A blazing beacon suspended in the mid night sky
lead the Sheepherders eager to see the Infant child
lying in a manger, in swaddled in cloth
A dream they thought a silvery gleam
A mighty host of angels appeared in the heavens, praising God!
who would become the Messiah, the Son of God
thus one day redeem us
Shouts of joy came alive in the night air
as cherubs gather singing
“Born upon this holy night
Christ the Savior is born”
With gifts three kings
Marveling upon the Star of Bethlehem
A blazing beacon suspended in the mid night sky
Guiding them to the perfect light
12/20/2016
In the twilight of existence, where shadows speak in veiled metaphors,
Man awakens to the whisper of his birth, a tender yet profound surrender.
As the burdens of reality settle into the marrow of our bones,
We understand the paradox of life: To be born is to surrender.
Thus, existence, with its somber rhythm, becomes a tranquil river,
Flowing gently, like the hours of peace after the storm has ceased.
We no longer struggle against the currents; instead, we float in unceasing wonder,
Releasing the burdens of hope and striving, finding solace in the inevitable flow.
Our days stretch out like soft whispers after the roar of battle has quieted,
Each sunrise, a mute gold, each sunset, a calm violet sigh.
In the serenity of our new clarity, we see the world as it truly is:
A melancholic symphony, composed by the silent hands of destiny.
In this acceptance, we find a strange sense of relief, a gentle resignation,
As if the cosmos has embraced us in a delicate promise of ultimate peace.
We dance on the edges of dreams and reality, our hearts a reservoir of ancient truths,
Breathing in the delicate fragrances of our ephemeral journey.
No longer are we bound by the chains of relentless ambition or false hopes,
We wander through the misty gardens of our soul with quiet dignity.
The stars, indifferent and distant witnesses to our silent vows,
Reflect the gentle glow of our acceptance, sparkling in the cosmic sea.
Each breath becomes a hymn to our quiet victory, a lullaby to the sadness of our being,
Each heartbeat a reminder of the beautiful fragility that defines our essence.
In the quiet corners of our mind, we find solace among the ruins of our dreams,
Resting in the embrace of a world that no longer demands conquest.
Thus, life unfolds not as a battlefield, but as a canvas smeared with delicate hues,
Where every step we take is a brushstroke, every tear a touch of grace.
In the twilight of existence, we learn to cherish the day after surrender,
Finding in our defeat the tender emergence of a quiet, enduring truth.
I understood your silence, the weight you carried in your soul like an old and relentless burden,
The battles you fought behind closed doors, like storms raging in the depths,
The nights when sleep eluded you, like a fleeting shadow, and the mornings when you rose again, steadfast,
I knew the trials that left deep scars, the wounds that never healed with time.
I knew the reasons you flinched at love, like a butterfly afraid of a flame too bright,
And if I hadn’t understood all this, I could not have loved you as I did, with all my heart,
Not to fix you, but to hold everything the world continued to break without mercy,
Like a porcelain vase that retains its beauty even when divided into pieces.
I loved you because I saw in you a universe of feelings and dreams, hidden under a veil of silence,
Because I felt the pain in every smile and the light in every tear that fell down your cheek,
I understood that love is not to banish your fears, but to embrace them together, like falling stars,
To find beauty in imperfections and rediscover ourselves in the shards of past days.
And in this uninterrupted flow of thoughts and emotions, I rediscovered the peace of an embrace,
A place where the burdens of the world become lighter, like a lullaby that lulls the night shadows to sleep,
Because our love is not a remedy, but a refuge, a home built from hopes and dreams,
And so, we will walk together through the seasons of life, holding hands like in an eternal promise.
A giggle Land where we cannot go.
0f pink fingers and crystal clear eyes
Forever azure springs and sunlit skies,
A place of talcum powdred .souls.
Unaware , from this life, they were taken
God did create this oh , so special place.
Angels never let them knoew they were forsaken.
To keep a smile on their dear, tender infant faces.
Squeaky toys and cuddly, soft teddy bears
Angel mothers do lullaby each newborn to sleep.
One day, with their Mommy,~ they might share
Meanwhile, in the still of the night, mothers weep.
Sleepless, they wonder, how is my child doing?
Their life always has a lost, dark empty space.
Does my baby need me, or is he just cooing?
The mother can ask for forgives and God’s grace.
But she wonders,very often what ‘s my baby playing?
You see, that is the story we are never told.
On her knees alone, each night, she is praying.
The Mother ages, lonely, shivering in the moonlit cold!
5/12/2023
Dedicated to my Mother on her birthday., today.
Thank you , Mom, for allowing me to have a life!
Sometimes hard, but mostly years of sugar and
magificent spice!
there had been many battles raging
mostly within and with himself
alter Egos diffusing who was friend or foe
to the point of dissolution of Self
like a soul grinder on an impossible mission
mindful and yet full of fear he had discounted
his nuclear warfare as mere skirmishes
fully aware that his default setting was resentment
in which everyone else was to blame in self defence
so much that miserable joy was some consolation
concomitant to his plight was the delusion
that he knew how to engage well trained in
bi-polarity of perpetual quest to be happy
and yet eternal and disfigured discontentment
had been the outcome of sleepless nights in despair
his dreams were of drift sand cliff tops and free fall
more wishful thinking than frightening nightmares
melancholia’s lullaby crisscrossed with mania
always in motion the epiphany remained elusive
with darkness his only deceitful companion
eventually he found it impossible to escape
no medication alcohol nor self-pity managed
to numb his thinking emotions nor feelings
stupefied paralysis presented a point of no more return
today he calls it the gift of ultimate desperation
nowadays he would not want it any other way
surrender and acceptance of powerlessness
have been the hallmark in step with liberation and peace
miraculous blessings bestowed gratitude and serenity
once a wayward traveller he had finally arrived
Travel light, my dear; softly go
beyond the night’s each black shadow
to another plane. Out of sight
exists a realm of such delight
you may find relief from sorrow!
Lay your head on your pillow.
Sink into the Now. Tomorrow
comes soon enough, but for tonight
travel light!
Let the sweet magic start to flow -
angel wings sweeping over snow
it may seem, or a rainbow bright!
Close your eyes, Darling, and take flight!
In Dreamland you soon will be, so
travel light!
Written Jan. 15, 2017 for the Travel LIght Contest of Kai Michael Neumann
Sleep wraps my brain like a pink present
Dreams fly around like a purple pheasant
Not always red realistic nor always pleasant
Perhaps affected when moon is a crescent
Watching dreams as if view yellow star
Wondering if they teal tell who you are
Will life be blessed or a messy sour tart
Whether good or bad messaging heart
Sometimes I wake up to cranberry confess
Hoping to grasp power of dream at best
Inspired to change a view or revisit test
Like it throws candy clue that I must digest
Picking up pen or paper or using cell phone
Sewing together chocolate conscious poem
Needling nagging neon thoughts so strong
Ideas thrill like lavender lullaby silky song
Satisfied with words that tap dance on air
Flying as blue birds from my kinky hair
Soothing my mind able to relax cherry care
Back to sleep I go hosting rem dream’s dare
Too tired, my legs please to rest.
Sorrow message burden on my windpipe,
Weary eyes find, knock at small nest.
"Oh! my sweet heart, don't cry, don't cry,
Stars rushout and watch over you.
Fairies come this and tell story for you.
They give everything if you want.
I wish your eyes go to dream.
May you florish! May you florish!"
I heared this lullaby, i trance in..
One man out of this, unknown looks,
I told an italian warrior.
His face look like flash.
He invited with his whole heart.
He served poor food but delicious.
I have only one son, grey man said,
He has fond of military services.
One day he has forsaken.
That time my wife has become mad.
Daily she sings a song to a stone doll..
I know your arrival purpose,
"my son was dead in the war"
Middle in the sky the crescent shinning,
My weeps burst out,
Mother wake, in her sarie clean my tears.
Her comfort words, my blood burning,
My son sleeping just now, who's friend,
Saying good-bye, but my conscience did not move,
Sacred red powder fix on my forehead, mother smiled
Father tether my hand with a holy thread.
Worth seeing! painful departure,
I think about this affection, when
My memories dispersed,
Fanfare announced the war begins,
I arranged my weapons.
In my path lullaby continuously......