Long Moan Poems
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Today will be a good day.
I won't complain and moan,
About all that I do not have,
Count curses all alone.
Instead I'll count my blessings,
Thank Him for what is mine,
Appreciate what He has done,
To make my life sublime;
For others do not have the things,
That I just take for granted,
Good food, good clothes, a place to live,
It's really as I planned it.
Though everything is not the way,
I'd have it, truth to tell,
He's satisfied my every need,
Most Wants supplied as well.
I have all that I really need.
I really can't complain.
Though some have more, it's still just fine,
For we aren't all the same.
We each are blessed according to ,
What's best for you and me.
It's personal and custom made,
For personalities.
Today I will appreciate,
All He has done for me;
For home, and health, and happiness,
For my security.
Yes, to take your breath away by words alone
I am not of stone but of flesh and bone
I break and crack until my demise
My heart follows ~
A trail of fire ~ of burning desire
That is love, that inseparable connection
between two hearts
Those ever soft touches that brush the skin like canvas of the flesh ~
Leaving tingling sensations
Seductively caressing the bristles of the brush
that strokes to your touch
Dazzling warmth turned to love
A smoldering moan yearns out
Of hearts that pull to one another
Attached two souls ~
Glisten like the stars with reflection from the heart
like the moon that hugs the sky at night.
like a flower uncut that scents the garden bright
a rare one of a kind number
the warm embrace of slumber
i wake you hard
with full regard
skin on skin to the bone,
the grind, the screaming moan,
climaxes like dominos fall
rapid and jaw dropping
catch breath
whisper in the dark
the euphoria of a notion
(i hear you think
"the time has passed long enough
time enough
I shall not wait
a minute longer
I need my breath to run
fast and hard
I need to try to catch this air
but I don't want to"
in a deep base i link)
reply
whisper in your heart
"comme un arc de ciel
like a rainbow
tu touches mon coeur
you touch my heart
danse avec moi comme des cygnes sur un lac
dance with me like swans on a lake"
a melody in the language of romance
serenade the sweet taste of light
like the moon that hugs the sky at night
bonne nuit ma chérie, en pensant à toi,
que ta nuit soit calme et douce. dors bien.
The Wind
Within the air there is a gentle breeze that kisses your cheek
Slightly turning your head to feel this wondrous mystique
Gusts gently move all flora and fauna in a mystical dance
As if all of creation is intuitively aware of this circumstance
Outside my window I hear the sounds of the winds roar
Strength increasing then subsiding, and then once more
Fearful can this beast be, rapping at my window sill
Within the deepest of darkness when all is so still
Stirring up sand and dust with each and every gust
Drying rain soaked soil, within each wind so robust
Hearing the haunting moan of branches that bough
While spreading seedlings for newest growth to sow
Spring winds for the starting of something so new
Summer winds that cools the hot air for me and you
Fall winds bring wondrous changes so bold
Winter winds bring such bone chilling cold
Winds from the frigid lands of the frozen north
Or a southernly warm front that comes forth
Be it westerly, easterly, trades and more
The wind holds so much for us to adore
From time and place and season I am lost,
Disorientated ,missing tracks well worn
Do not suppose I’m unaware of cost
Nor label me with epithets of scorn
For usual paths lead to the usual place
The safest way to live and perhaps to die
But wandering through the woods I find new space
and in wild grasses with the fox I lie.
Through distant trees, i see a way to go
as narrow as a slit in pallid stone
This is my destined way, I seem to know
And courage rises even as I moan.
Remember when we’re lost ,we may then find
Another way,a place,another mind.
The tremolo of mourning jays vibrates
In bittersweet tracks when nightfall scans
An almost dim backdrop, gripped
By low warbles from birds' paean
Indistinct as dusty tunes--a whip, wallop
A whistle of drones becomes
dangerous and still;
Throaty on a lane of funeral's last rites:
The hazily drawn view turns ambient...
it is another blasted evening
Moistening wail of eyes with monotone lull
that I hide my face
from past autumnal romps
reminding me of chimes, soft cuddles
pressed in heavenly light...I whisper
to a young silhouette now cradled
By the starkest of blue stars...
Tunes stale,
while jays moan on the horizon, until...
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Cedar fragrance floats softly in the air
like old ghosts awakening after sleep.
Inside, yellowed envelopes carry
the silent burden of hands
that never delivered their confessions.
A brittle map traces borders
that dissolved with the century's breath.
In the probing moonlight,
tarnished brass hinges moan.
Beneath folded sweaters,
apologies fossilize,
and grief settles like dust
on unworn wedding lace.
A sapphire brooch recalls
the heartbeat under a collarbone
where it pinned courage tight
until surrendering.
Trapped light holds
what daylight wouldn't understand.
Within attic walls
the lid groans echoing
how memory bends
under its own weight.
Secrets don't suffocate here~
they become the wood's grain.
My neck is stiff; my hair has strands of white.
I exercise . . . . . metabolism slows.
yet still I have my teen-aged appetite!
Bad eyes (beneath them sometimes tiredness shows).
But worse, there’s crept upon me something new.
Degeneration of the disc I’ve got.
I’m much too young for this to happen to!
My shoulder hurts; my back’s begun to rot.
No more should I wear heels or jump or run.
I have to take more care and shouldn’t moan.
Perhaps in time some healing may be done.
Such fun! My hope’s for bone to fuse to bone!
So now I’ll shun tough work with good excuse,
and soak in bubbles my old sore caboose.
April 21, 2017
Exaggerated version of problems I began facing back when I was 50!
Other things since then have made my early 50's issues mild by comparison!
Feels delight when a mouse comes out.
He knows what this squeaking sound is about.
You wouldn’t think this squishy little guy-
Would have a taste for meat in his eye.
A hunger for crunching bones.
For which he never atones.
So when this mouse burrows away.
There’s nothing to keep the caterpillar at bay.
So he sits outside the burrow.
As his teeth start to unfurl.
His antennae turn sharp as can be.
He’s quite strong you see.
But when the mouse doesn’t come out-
He starts to pout.
Because the mouse just let himself starve underground.
With nothing to eat around.
Maybe that’s better than an insect fate.
Which anyone would hate.
But caterpillars are small as can be.
Can crawl underground you see.
And hey, this burrow is quite wide!
The mouse carved it when he was plump inside.
But when the caterpillar reached the end.
There was a nothing to upend.
The mouse was nothing but bones and tendons now.
So the caterpillar almost took a bow.
But hey, who says a squishy guy like me can’t chew through bone?
Why would I complain and moan.
When my teeth get longer and stronger with hunger and pride.
Chomp through bone, let’s see what’s inside!
In midnight hush where shadows creep..
A voice not mine disturbs my sleep.
It whispers secrets through my teeth..
And moves my limbs from far beneath.
My hands are not my own at night..
They scribble names in candlelight.
A stranger's laugh slips from my throat..
A shiver clings to every note.
The mirror shows a war inside..
Two faces flicker, one must hide.
My eyes, once blue, now flicker black..
They vanish when I’m turning back.
It knows my dreams, it steals my skin..
It worms its way and burrows in.
I fight, I plead, I scream, I pray..
But it grows stronger every day.
The people say I’ve changed my tone..
My gait, my stare, the way I moan.
They see the twitch beneath my grin..
They sense the rot that grows within.
And when I sleep, it walks and feeds..
It writes in blood, it plants its seeds.
A shell I’ve become, cracked and worn..
My body possessed since I was born.
So if I speak in tongues tonight..
Or claw the walls with all my might.
Don’t try to help, don’t come too near..
The thing inside is always here.