Long Mourn Poems
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Earthquakes strike, causing pain and fright,
Buildings shake, bringing death to life,
Hopes have been lost in the sad night,
Uncertain time, a time of strife.
The dreams crumble, homes are destroyed,
Many mourn for what they have lost,
Families grieve for what once joyed,
Memories shattered, future tossed.
Through the ruins, a ray of hope,
-The past can never be regained-
People rise, determined to cope,
Life's Spirit is never contained.
Life goes on with sadness and tears,
Brik-by-brick rebuilding begins,
We won't forget throughout the years,
With true love, humanity wins.
So let us stand in unity,
And never forget the lives lost,
Let's all pray in humility,
For those who bear this immense cost.
We are a vapor, like a dew,
A shadow at the break of dawn,
Tomorrow could be me or... you,
Today alive, tomorrow... gone.
He weeps, assigned to mourn for others who
Had none to mourn them, none to say goodbye,
Those whose harm medicine can’t undo,
Whose bodies he takes apart each passing night.
He scrubs, a cleansing ritual, to keep
Away the microscopic things unseen
The rite distracts from tears he wants to weep,
The tears a spell for spirits in between.
The spirits who pass on under his knife,
Though now are still and silent, him remind
Of another who once left this life,
Whose spirit longed for, tried for, peace to find.
But now is not the time to cry and mourn,
For there’s a job, as reason is to rhyme
For some, still from this life, who, not yet torn,
Without these gifts, would soon run out of time.
The necromancer’s tears are never shown,
But what he does has ripples far and wide.
Now for his former acts he can atone,
His magic helping those on either side.
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Why walk when you can fly? I wondered then,
When she had left me standing on my own,
When I was left to mourn her yet again,
When all I’d wanted was her love alone.
She was no angel, but a demon; still
I thought she was an angel sent to me
To give me peace and love, my heart to fill,
My one true love in this cold world to be.
The things she put me through, the hate she poured
Into my life; the sounds she made and roared,
Were later healed when I stood up to face
That demon who had tried to take your place.
We could have flown back then, that girl and I;
And so I would have given all, I know.
Therefore I asked, why walk when we can fly?
Though she would not deserve that love, oh no.
I felt not sad at all, but softening
For what you give is what you get; the twist
Is that you left, and you took everything.
Your karma now awaits, and you’re the .
When you had vanished, then it was I flew
Toward a life away from hate, and you
Are left with him you chose, the wretched beast
Who on your anguish and your pain will feast.
I’m happy, always, living with a smile,
And you’re in pain, you hurt, and wish to take
Back everything you did to me. Meanwhile,
I write this, not for yours, but for my sake.
The words stick in my head when I don’t write,
And back me up, so now I put them down.
It is not that I think of your sad plight,
Though when I do, I laugh at your sad frown.
They say that which we sow is what we reap,
And so each night I drift to lovely sleep.
I loved you once, although I should have known
That you would walk, although we could have flown.
There is something special about the way
the early morning light is drizzled across the park.
A yawning of softness lingers in the air.
Better pictures are stolen before the light fully awakens;
before it takes notice of our gazing at its nakedness.
It’s only after lunch, in the middle of the day, when it stiffens
into sharp knives stabbing at trees and buildings
while it skids and bounces off the river, bursting pupils
with the pain of its reprisals, darting in every direction
looking for escape as though something were chasing it,
perhaps clouds, or night, or tourists’ cameras.
The drowsiness of evening brings it to a calm.
Surrendering itself to lovemaking with tender strokes
and warm caresses before it takes its leave;
A sailor briefly home, then back to sea.
It loves and leaves us as a brute
while we as harlots cling;
and then we mourn our loss.
Battle Clans
They came in the night
Like twisted ninja’s
Selling their honor for terror and fright
Blood spilled on Mohamed’s hands
The Tower of Paris stands tall
Art and culture they shall never fall
They wounded the bodies
They murdered the babies
The symphonies of horrors in the key of D
Replaced by waltzes of harmonies in C
We bow in sadness to the wounded and dead
We never shall forget, the cowards who spread red
Tears have been shed,
Liberty for a day became stale bread
No one shall stain our integrity
The fraternity and flag shall always fly free
We shall mourn
We shall cry
We shall bring the devils their justice
We shall in the end forgive and never forget
For we are the humanity of all of France
Laying flowers at the last dance
Je me souvien
Bataclan
In solitude I sit, in the silence of thought
As my mind conjures memories past
In the still frame of shadows your image is caught
Seared in my memory the day it was cast
I wonder if your smile still has that glow
Oh, forbid the clouds to cover your light
That your smile through the clouds will always show
And brighten the darkness in the heart of my night
That I may grieve not, alone and forlorn
Knowing that you, in happiness soar
My heart though heavy, no more to mourn
As your smile shines brighter than ever before
And if in the silence bitter tears fall
My heart will seek solace in love's sweet recall
I saw...
An Ant hurried away carrying a loaf of bread for winter
A stray dog digging the mud to hide left over piece of bone to eat later
A grandmother soaking under the sun anticipating her final days
A widow toiling to meet her children's needs
I also saw...
A hen protecting her chicks under her wings
A cat patiently targeting her prey
A monkey nursing her baby with pride
The Spider tries spinning it's web over and over
However, until i saw....
I relentlessly wrestle over my shattered dreams
Beat my chest and race my thoughts
The nightmares that stay longer than summon
They say I dance to mourn, I sing to mock
Nothing good comes from the trees I planted
But after I saw...
I perceive my life, a little better, a little shinier
I am no holier than thou yet mightier than yesterday
Unapologetically advancing, knowing pain is unbiased
Grief exempts none
Therefore, i'm schooling
Merging adversity with Strength
And looking forward for triumph unfold.
Two Biblical characters stand out more than any other.
Job relates to us the inner workings of his true soul.
I learned from David the freedom to be and to reveal 'ME".
I came to realize that 'a sick 'ME' could become a healed 'ME'.
I am hot and I am cold, and I am also afraid and I am bold.
I rejoice that I am sometimes young and energetic.
I mourn at other times when I am old and lethargic.
I occasionally long for yesterday and what use to be.
I also yearn for tomorrow about what I can and will be.
If I were able to go back, there would be some tears;
I would be forced to shake hands with sadness and fears.
And the mixed journey would offer ME only limited years.
But going forward, I am linked to eternity with endless years.
There were times when I probably wished that I was other than ME.
But presently, I yearn for nothing less or more than what God has for ME.
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Magnet drawn, I follow, follow ...
Can't get enough of your forever smile
I follow, follow your wave questing dance
Hector Hector
Celebration of L I F E
You diving muscle of exultant happiness
I live in you ... vibrant and energised
" Death net Death net "
"Death net Death net"
My happy friend I lost you
a moment there
Did you follow a schoolful of
yellow food?
Oh heart coldness
I see you
grey melting away
D E A T H
I will mourn you forever
life will never
be a celebration again
Your forever smile is gone
and so is mine.
Written in 1990's for greenpeace campaign.
As Song
WHY are those who have nothing obsessed over wealth?
WHY are less hospitals less concerned about Health?
WHY are the Homeless still Forsaken/Forlorn?
WHY the Great Earthquake which left Haiti to mourn?
WHY the fuss over Mexicans?...most do no evil or rob
WHY arrest and deport them?...just give them a job
WHY all the shows about vampires, werewolves and witches?
WHY are some rappers such retards, and call Black Women bitches?
So many people Unfaithful, yet, we're "Bought with a Price?
Then WHY krishna/Buddha, and not Jesus Christ?
WHY the murder of children?...this we can't get around
WHY Carly Bruscha, and Nix Mary Brown?
People running to mischief, it seems a pandemic trait
WHY senseless killings on The First 48?
WHY pools of Oil on the Gulf, which threatens those on the coast
WHY do they think their lives over, when still more Blessed than most?
WHY does a person never sick suddenly breathe their last gasp?
WHY are simple things in this lifetime the most hardest to grasp?
There's vast changes in weather, time to Pray and Reflect
It's a sign from Our Maker, not "The Green House Effect"
Without The Lord in our existence, we live each day as mere pawns
WHY does it seem we weep loudest before the Light Of Hope dawns?
The next WHY? an Enigma....requires deep contemplation
WHY did Jehovah choose Israel over every other nation?
Abundant things I can't fathom, though I ponder and try...
2010, eight years later...the question still remains....WHY?