Long Lullabye Poems
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When rebellious thoughts screamed
Before the noise of life filled the quiet,
I now recall half-filled moments
Upon edge of spite
and an angry wind:
Unmoved by parental debates
This heart denied
pleas of atonement;
At eighteen, pride ruled
to cross over the night...
and walking out with a backpack,
Feisty senses burst
for sweet freedom's trail.
Feeling how ego scraped my life
As dove cooed of home's lullabye
My heels rushed back
with fresh reflection ,
Gentle air of surrender lingering within
A mistake transformed
into youth's blessing--
That through some willing desire
I began to wrap my hands...forgive;
Releasing the power of humility.
and I smile tonight, this arrogance a gift
Which tides me through...
most challenges of adulting.
ATMOSPHERIC PRESSURE
High pressure, like a huge hug,
we sail through seas on sunshine fun,
Sans a care, in this birthplace of soil.
Ahoy, those troubled seas, doth seed
vibrant blues, of lowest pressure.
A potential whirlwind, of weather,
comes crashing down, to relieve
(often careening) our festivities,
tossing our mortal flesh about.
((((We oft desire to cocoon ourselves,
in lukewarm lullabye, pretense,
of the calming eye of mother nature.))))
I shall opine, and deviate with adventure.
Give me the warm high pressure upon my spine.
Lecture me, with the lows of tempest thunderstorm.
Friend, I will hug you tight,
Lull you to sleep,
Awaken you furiously.
O gentle earth! O rapturous heavens!
8/6/2107
Morning comes
I'm glad to see
time to wake
my pretty thing
sleepy eye's
yawning sigh
wash away the
teary eye's
time to dress
look your best
brush your hair
you make me stare
time to eat
time to pray
thank the Lord
for food today
then it's time to say
good bye
listen to my baby cry
kiss your head
and promise to
hurry back real soon
all day long
I think of you
my little girl
how I love you
tinker bells
pony tails
ice cream cones
toy telephones
almost noon
time to call
baby wish you
didn't fall
wait till quarter
after three
then my smilling face
you'll see
hate to say
good bye to you
little girl
I love you too
all these people
bossing me
can't wait to see
the end of day
then it comes
before I know
the end of day
time to go home
can't wait to see
my pretty thing
can't wait to swing
her on her swing
but first I'll find
her a surprise
I want to see
her smilling eye's
then I see
the Greatest thing
my baby running
straight to me
then I hand her
the surprise
a little doll
with big brown eye's
here you are
my pretty thing
a little doll
to love you too
just the thing I
want for you
what you give me
i want for you
then you look into
her eye's
almost made me
want to cry
little girl come
and eat
then I'll give you
something sweet
come lets go
to the park
let's go home
before it's dark
then we'll wash your
toe's and hands
send you off
to sleepy land
just before we'll
kneel and pray
God bless your
little heart today
A story and
a lullabye
kiss your head
and say good night
(6-7-98)
Which kids long to hear a sweet lullabye...
when they are cuddled up in their beds,
when the vagrant moon won't shine on them to make them sigh?
Would you say they are those being loved by caring parents?
Not at all...orphans with many needs do!
They have dreamed of that mellow sound
as long as they can remember, and 'though they were fearful infants,
those memories were recalled vividly by their mind;
and they are very sad and unforgettable, too...
ask them about their disappointment, you'll surely witness their tears!
Orphanages aren't great places for children to dwell in,
and frustration and anger echo within those walls of silent pain,
where the outside world cannot hear them and alleviate them...
but curious faces peek through window screens and dream!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, so that they can sleep
under a vigilant moon and begin weaving their dream;
let's give them a memorable night as the nightingales revere their smiles
as they mimic that melody to make their young hearts rhapsodize!
Let's sing them a sweet lullabye, not just for one night, but for many...
and would they want to turn back time and be solicitous and solitary?
She is in the kitchen making cheerios pie he is in the music room clanking at the keys
a Maestro prodigy yet to potty train airing out little notes and driving her insane;
With motherly sopranic voice she climbs the sweet n' low vibrations of love's keep
as her piano babe goes off to lala land, fast asleep on ebon keys of century ivory gold ;
A slight soupcon of happy dreams begin to take effect upon his tiny peeked smile,
while traces of thoughts arise like air balloons, "cheerios, and mother's lullabye"
The sleepy boy begins to toddle towards heaven's veil to that magical place where
daintel angels fly about and make easy music to the sound of water falls in spring;
He is a sapor vessel of beauty
a cherub child
that belongs to the flowers
of the field
Up there in the netherland of mystery and grace is a pianist who died young and
went with a song left unsung. She watches the piano babe and decides to play
for him. The name of the song is "Reflets" her name is Lili Boulanger....
She created the music and lyrics in 1911. Today the music can be heard but
the lyrics are in her own vouch safe world of creativity.
Lost in a perfume of the past the present comes to life again
he is gonna wake up to the arts, some day, but when ?
Contest Name: Tell me a story 2 (chose Image 1)
Sponsor: Brenda Chiri
11/01/2018
Mom
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
MOM !!
My first shout out loud...
Where is my metal
When i am weak
Where is my coastline
From the deep...
Where is the fountainhead
Of our parenthood
Her heart is never locked
She rubs my ear
When I fear
And vows to love me
In solemn oath.
Where is my flawless
My entire vital wrap
My loyal guardian..
Who makes me golden.
My blanket when
I am cold..
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Where is my trumpet call
In her shawl
She shouts from the hall
Our pact is unbreakable
In my babyhood of
Sore, cut and bleed
She be my nurse.
The jaundice, fever and the pox
She cure's it all away
Where is my night call
The tissue to my cry
My songster so enjoyable
Who tucks me in with lullabye
And hugs me so tight
As if I was part of her body.
Where is the little
That I know
From the one that brought
Me up to grow
MOM !!
I shout out loud...
Dad you are a food cart
Your place is high
In the house..
But MOM is my
My shout out loud...
First hero in this world
And my first cry out for help
Will always be ..
MOM !
You are upside down
WOW !
My triumphant call.
She holds you spellbound, tempts every sigh,
her voice sedutive by its lullabye,
Her meaning envoking the unspoken word
Ever tender the call of her lovesong
This angel who thrives on the air of your breath
The movements of her heavenly rhythm
Closer calls the invitation to feel her rhythm
Succumb to her female sigh
Ever so gently she releases her breath
The gentle sleep of her restful lullabye
Bequiled you fall to the music of her lovesong
With nothing more than the unspoken word
What secret does she keep so closely guarded? the unspoken word
The mystery of her movements swaying to her rhythm
How could a mortal man resist such a lovesong
His resolve given in a surrendering sigh
Returning his words in anticipation of her lullabye
He barely manages to catch his breath
His chest bursting with the urgency to take a breath
Her eyes adoring yet still there's the unspoken word
Her song intensifys a passionate lullabye
The wind caressing nature to respond in rhythm
His need urgent as he pleads with loving sigh
He know's the ending of this Angel's lovesong
This captivation held by the chorus of her lovesong
How could such an angelic understand yet allow such loss of breath?
Again his strength fails him as he hears the relentless sigh
A language alien yet familiar, the assurances of the unspoken word
Delicately the harps resound the perfect rhythm
As his soul escapes to listen evermore to the enchanting lullabye
The sensations of her sound unbearable as she continues her lullabye
What kind of music is this she sings, this immortal lovesong
That holds a mystery unto itself, the defiance of her rhythm
Still he holds to his last dying breath
As she witholds the saving grace of the unspoken word
And all he can do is sigh
As this lovesong continues to play, immersed within the lullabye
His breath weakened to the faintest heartfelt sigh
Surrendering completely to her rhythm, the beauty revealed, the unspoken word.
Midnight in my window, shines gold in the room
With a white-washed patina, to soften the gloom
Sounds of the rafters, speak like old friends
And the paleness of moonlight is brought by the wind
Clocks ticking onward, not missing a beat
will chime every hour, remind and repeat
I sit in the dark, and hear every creak
And the heart of a house has fallen asleep.
I fondle the arms, of a chair from the past
Like something remembered, with moments to last
My chair is a remnant from yesterday's child
Restored and now cherished to bring me a smile
It keeps me in rhythm, this midnight in June
I think how she rocked me, to lullabye tunes
She sat in the dark, under a soft velvet moon
With me in her arms, I can picture the room
I can't quite recall, but the moment is charmed
I was held to her breast in soft velvet arms
The rocking of rails, against the hardness of floor
Returns all my thoughts, to reflect on once more
The rhythm the same....there is gold on the grain
There is gold from the past and gold on the glass
The moon watched time pass, through an old window pane
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6/13/14
For The Contest "Midnight Hour" sponsored by Kelly Deschler
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