Long Morrow Poems
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Might help explain how fruit
full this harmless poetic brute,
(a Methacton School of hard knocks
grad), who sports astute
demeanor with ample
brew netted locks,
vaguely androgynously cute,
his trademark signature hirsute
unstyled wavy hair
tell tale characteristic,
not that I care if anyone
gives rats ass and/or hoot
bummer attire acceptable since
long unemployed and
recipient with meager loot
receiving social security
disability to boot,
nonetheless can while
away unlimited numbers
of wee hours into morning
yea ideally best time to sleep,
but also most optimal,
while the missus thrashes
in bed thankfully mute
unless ya don't count
flatulence she doth toot
disrupting and derailing
train of thought
courtesy trumpeting glute.
An unexpected whistling
unlike Christopher Robin
hi ho... hi ho exiting
their wooded den
(think Snow White and
her seven dwarf men)
off to work they go to earn cents
(unbeknownst conversion into) yen
boot just enough to undergo
gastric bypass surgery
to shrink abdomen,
plus grueling boot camp regimen
guaranteeing bullseye
hit courtesy artillerymen
nsync with honing
sharp eyed acumen
joining (rather leading) civilians
carrying out coup d’etat
putsch ching aside feeble,
inept and lame
president to step up
and augment pen
ultimate last ditch effort
to halt climate change
to stave turning planet Earth
into self destructive oven.
All joking aside horrific,
née apocalyptic crisis doth loom
perhaps even unleashing mushroom,
clouds (thrown in for good measure)
encompassing entire planet
assuredly spelling doom,
where liquidation and fire sale
at all brick and mortar
stores will bloom,
(just ash at the front desk)
charcoal burnt offering skeleton crew
pointing blackened decker
index finger boom
meringue literally every black
Friday, Saturday, Sunday...
until every tomb
morrow until end of time.
Lost was I amidst the Scottish highlands
The evening sky was blushing heaven-kissed
Hilltops pierced the dusky fog like islands
As soft a horse came swimming thru the mist
Pausing to consider its intentions
I stood there hypnotized and still as death
Thus its beauty quelled my apprehensions
And naught there was but magic in its breath
Like the grand Bucephalus he gestured
Nodding with his head for me to follow
With the trails deep in the brume and vestured
Held no greater hopes until the morrow
Building in my gut were pangs of hunger
Outside the hopes of finding further aid
Sixty and not getting any younger
My future hinged on choices to be made
Little left to lose I started hiking
Just steps behind the stallion as he led
Even in the dark his hide was striking
His color white as sheets and purely bred
On we walked for miles through the night, dim
Until I spied some farm lights further on
Stopping to remember him and thank him
But searching through the darkness ... he was gone.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Some Paradise Where Horses Go" Poetry Contest, Michelle Faulkner, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 4th Place ~ in the "Eight Words Challenge - 24 Lines Maximum" Poetry Contest, Robert Haigh, Judge & Sponsor.
( Ten syllables/line, counted at HowManySyllables.com, no cliche's, via cliche' tool at PoetrySoup.com )
Coming out of my prison door
Accompanied by my companion
Not connected in any way
....but I knew him
Barren wasteland, behind
Freedom beckons my will
I do NOT stop for direction
But run headlong into the chill
Wrapped tightly in failed attempts
To connect to anyone with value
I struggled in the comfort
To rest in the battle
I came to myself....
I had traded lock down
For house arrest
No movement possible
In my shiny, white, vest
........of broken threads
"A little help, please"
My companion touched my white
The shredded hope fell at his feet
As he directed me to the right where I would find the light
Door after door
Window upon window
Always passing through
Never knowing the compass of victory
Til I have done all I can do"
....to stand
Stand moment after eternal moment
In nothingness....learning to trust
Calming down desire
Singing lullabies to lust
Silence is far worse than the stand
The incessant push to understand
.....something....anything..............nope, still NOTHING!!!
How can one connect to authority
Without yielding up self
Carrying out their desires and commands
And leaving yours to collect dust bunnies on a knick knack shelf
...........stupid knick knacks.......stop running.........you might break.........the pretties
Today....at this very moment
I understand things I didn't in my past
I see the dark laid out before me
Shall I stop my flow...to ponder
Or continue in my sorrow, believing I will know more in the 'morrow
Accepting that my yielded connections will have no more erections
..........to wonder......
...............................in the desert........
Written by Trudy Schrader on 03/30/2021
In Memory of Charles
In paralyzing penumbra, the blossoms are muddled as the reaper is at nigh
Nightmare rag curtains descend on the waltzing garden's song with no chance to say goodbye
Melting, cascading, as the spiral galaxy reflecting pools pour pleading prayers
Emerald lyrics erased by the careless evils who stole the song's future life years
Musically the beautified pearly cloud descended from the empyrean sun
Offing the beautified pearly cloud transformed to a lighthouse guiding diamond beacon
Roses of flame, chrysanthemums of light are blanketed with dulcet waters freely
Yellow golden wings entrusted with thy grace passion giv'n to all the colors fairly
Oh, Thursday thy curse be gone forever for today crafting the scars for the morrow
For journeying to valley of the shadows acquiesce in the ashen death’s meadow
Choking within the brooding caged til the candle fume sparks anew on my knees bawling
Hallow spring's songs vaporize as the hollow autumn petals embark on the falling
Auras of zillion constellations dazzling nebula's colors beckons the calling
Radiantly the ethereal diamond cloud embraced the mortal's fragile crimson
Leaving the ethereal diamond cloud sanguinely accomplished his earthly mission
Evermore the flames fade into the western horizon but his warmth shall here remain
So that others might live for even his heart shall protect another flowers domain
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
I hear the captain’s shouted battle cries
on the bellow and stalked battlefield
But nether faith or death I'll yield
While for the dead I sympathize.
I hear faint echoes, their mournful sorrow
Swathed in honor my life’s dreadful dire
Death’s fix’d calm, amid the enemy’s fire
Passions rage, death dawns on the morrow
I hear the wild rushing winds of war ascending
Upward, consuming vapors; death's servile breath
The enemy’s bullets raged in irrepressible death!
And of this mortal tempest storm Marines are dying.
I hear the shattered voice of my father grieving
Which this war has wrecked and trampled on
Then went he, to look upon the brightness of his son
But the ruthless sting of death his grief un-denying.
I hear the pleas of mothers of valor.
Their sons and daughters looked upon the violence
As blasts of lightning strikes now they lay prone in silence
I hear their sighing moans ploughed deep in furrowed armor
I hear the anthem play, as widows stands with honor
While men bend to the tempest hollowed wind
And of the Star and Stripes that “stands” for all mankind
Spend not yourselves in prideful defiance and dishonor
I hear the wind “over the towering steep
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
On shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep.
The day’s been impressively amazing
Because everything was entertaining
Birds sang sweetly in shrubs like Hellen
On blossoms lots of bees sought pollen
Bumblebees have been busy like a hussy
Feeling how the day has been shambolic
Because on the path, I heard a heavy truck
That was rolling on the street slowly
Back to the hive, I was very exhausted
In the way that I was unmotivated
Today has been restless and now
Miserable I feel for a quiet morrow
That fetches a sweet day full of hurdles
Thus, we will be cagily flying like turtles
That have no return hope but always dare
And that also I take up is neither truly fair
Life’s honeyed but it’s difficult full at lair
We bear its cynicism to alteration pronto
Sweetness to arise soon we dream on Pluto
Making the itches of bees turn into softness
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
I think I’ll write of love
twinkling eyes and turtle doves
gazing into limpid space
‘THAT” look plastered on their face
babbling in soundless awe
elevating every flaw
hours spent in fawning glee
she loves me more than I love me
my eyes, my nose, my greasy hair
the very feelings that I share
although I cannot tell her so
I fear she’d just get up and go
her foot - it rubs up to my knee
oh gawd, please stop, I gotta pee
another problem to beset us
on her teeth….that piece of lettuce
and as we talk of reading Chaucer
he sips his tea….right from the saucer
they linger now – parting’s sweet sorrow
perhaps they’ll Facebook on the morrow
John G. Lawless
©11/14/2018
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ in the garden,
Under ¦¦¦ August skies;
The moon had gone but ¦¦¦ stars shone on, -
¦¦¦¦¦ like your beautiful eyes.
Away from ¦¦¦ glitter and gaslight,
in the garden there,
While ¦¦¦ mirth of the throng, in ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ song,
Floated ¦¦¦ on the air.
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ through starlight,
I looked ¦¦¦ at you;
And a feeling came ¦¦¦¦ I could not name, -
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ starnge and new.
Friends ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ only, -
Why should it give me pain
To know you ¦¦¦¦¦ go in the morrow,
And ¦¦¦¦¦ not come again?
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
What matter that we must part?
But ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ with a ¦¦¦¦¦ surprise,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
We did not speak, but your breath on my cheek
Was like a breeze of the south:
¦¦¦ your ¦¦¦¦ hair brushed my forehead
¦¦¦ your kiss fell on my mouth.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ -
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ we went in from the garden,
Out of ¦¦¦ sweet starlight,
Back to the ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ music,
¦¦¦ we said 'Good-bye' ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ - ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
The river ¦¦¦¦ rolls between us
Can never be crossed, I know,
¦¦¦ the waters are deep ¦¦¦ the shores ¦¦¦ steep,
¦¦¦ a maelstrom whirls below;
But I think we shall always remember,
Though we ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ strive to forget,
How you looked in my eyes, 'neath the August skies,
After the moon had set; -
¦¦¦ you kissed my lips in the garden,
¦¦¦ we stood in a trance of bliss,
¦¦¦ our hearts seemed ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ together
In ¦¦¦¦ one thrilling kiss.
(Blackout of In The Garden by Ella Wheeler Wilcox)
This is presented in a series of three sonnets in a collaboration
between Daniel Turner and Lin Lane.
They are based on the original sonnet of Daniel's "Night Angel."
Thank you, Danny, for the inspiration and for allowing me to
give poetic voice to your Night Angel.
In deep slumber madness, she comforts me
Appearing, unencumbered, from the mist
Subconscious suspension our nightly tryst
Erasing my mind of bad memories
She mends and warms my soul so tenderly
Imbibing my thoughts and heart with her kiss
Lovingly fulfills a long ago wish
Thankfully restoring my sanity
Regularly she visits in silence
Enlightening my dreams with wholesomeness
Wiping my tears of angered betrayal
Exchanging her love for malevolence
I awaken with renewed happiness
Refreshed from the angelic portrayal
**********
Rest easy, dear one. Night Angel is here
To ease the worry from your furrowed brow
Kiss to the cheek, I lay upon you now
In your sweetest dream you will feel me near
Memories of your past no longer live
No need for tears to fall from pain or stress
Tender love I offer in my caress
Gift of my thoughts to you this night I give
Wake on the morrow, glad to greet the sun
Knowing night has me coming through the mist
To comfort once more when your cheek is kissed
As Night Angel hovers o're her loved one
Though I must wait till night sends its moonbeams
I shall never leave you lost in your dreams
**********
Undeserving am I, for such mercy
A sinner and tormented vagabond
Cavorting with strumpets in Babylon
Rendering my soul hungry and thirsty
Yet nightly, through the mist you come tersely
Descending with your kindness from beyond
Blessed with your kiss my memories abscond
Overfilling my heart with love firstly
Night Angel, I have prayed for forgiveness
From the midst of my dreams, am again whole
By the magnificence of your meekness
My conscience is now bending from stiffness
The morning sun brings new light to my soul
Now no longer will ever go sleepless
* * * * * * * * * *
February 22, 2016
Banquet of people like wildflowers, shemales swaying thier county sides from left right, funky cat shoes, bikinis
all that stuffs, some religious ones were odd though.
Every male manning his Oars. Things seem clearer now .
Some smiling in between pains, some laughing while
the pain is under, some buying attitudes some selling .
They say "life is such a business," "buh what think u?"
Me!," "what u do with it today is what u get from it the
Morrow & what u do away today is what u
do without the Morrow."
Suddenly Nene came, but Dada has just gone on a sudden journey
never to return. Momma is lonely and I can't comfort her.
Lola is a bleeding heart and Junior has marked another sexy figure.
So I roadbed my phases & titled it " three phases of my life "
"experience is a name that men give to their mistakes"