Long Nightfall Poems
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hospital gown sealed
nightfall and twilight gloaming
black and white stark tiles
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a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a cadence of silent whispers surround
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds*
a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a dying rose a heartbeat, confounds*
a flower goes to heaven a soul abounds*
a giant snowflake falls to the ground
a cadence of silent whispers surround
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Sundown fantasies dipped in the artistry of a diamond jubilee
centennial moments of living, death is at her door, she cries to
Rumi stars as she wraps her skin with light and sinks, within.
Haiku/Triolet/Sijo
V.2: I’m trying to borrow a new frame of mind
Without a dash of shame…without a dash of dread…
Screaming at the top of my lungs – I’m blind! X2
I’ve been lost in paradise, but I’m suddenly aware of what lies ahead…
Someday, you’d stand by me and say what you wanted to say to me – there’s no
need to feel dismay
Some say “you must pay the price one way or another”, but I say take your time
and let your happiness never last
*Chorus*
Oohh I knew you would come back
Oooh I knew you would come back to me…
Sometimes, I wonder if you love me or if you just pretend to love me so
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
There’s days when I feel positive when you’re around, but I have to-to go…
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
Someday, you’ll stay here with me…I pray…I pray that day would come someday
Somehow, you’ll see me through the pain…dismiss the ghosts of the past…
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
Someday, you’ll sit here and say what you wanted to say to me – there’s no need
to feel dismay
Some say “you must pay the price one way or another”, but I say take your time
and let your happiness never last
Oooh I knew you would come back
Ooooh I knew you would come back to me…
I’m no longer that magazine, alone on the magazine rack
V.3: My wounds are fresh and raw, so don’t pour your salt on it…I pray you
won’t fade to gray; I pray you won’t say your goodbyes today – say what you
need to say…every time I see you face, I ponder what’s going on in your mind –
can you (invite me to stay?)x2 oooh… oohoohoooh…
Your bitter words…your bitter, heartless words sting me like a bee on the palm of
my hands
Let me melt your freezing resentment away…just like nightfall, fading away until
morning comes…When the dawn arrives, it will be a sundrenched day – maybe it
will brighten up my darksome pit – I understand…what you’re going through…but
why have you gone away
Somewhere else where I can’t find you? oohoohoooh… (we’re like two opposite
grand lands; we’re foes, fighting with our might – putting things in our own hands)
If I Could Only Have Tomorrow
I've loved you for so long now
I've loved you from afar.
Nights I've prayed to have you.
I've even wished upon a star.
Nothing's gotten me closer
like I hoped to be to you.
I could dream forever
and not see one dream come true.
And so I come before you
and I get down on one knee.
And ask if there might be a way
you'd do one thing for me.
One day to last my lifetime
an ending to my sorrow.
Let me be with you tonight
and let me have tomorrow.
Let me look into your eyes
as the sun begins to shine.
Let me if for a moment
just pretend your mine.
It's not about the love we'll make
or the joy I hope you find.
I've loved you for forever
already in my mind.
If only I can have tomorrow
just to see you in the dawn.
I swear to you if you want me to
by nightfall I'll be gone.
Then though I be forgotten
and you can't recall my name.
No longer sad and lonely
I'll still love you just the same.
Living in the memory
I'd beg or steal or borrow.
Enslaving me and saving me
if I could only have tomorrow.
Edwin C Hofert
Agape brain, there is a deep abyss, dull and endless.
But, I'm falling, acquiring whatever may be blessedness.
Conversely, there is only a void, and I am doomed.
Daily life's pull resembles a tornado baiting my wound.
Even though there is no sound, I am ill-suited to scream.
Feel no insight to view and discern nothing how to deem.
Geared on a rugged edge, gazing down into despair.
Hence, it occurred; it concealed my hopes; the grave is drear.
Icily stare at a bettor way of never-ending sadness.
Joined arms reaching blurring light in a dying awareness.
Keep Plunge pale pungent earthquake whirlwind.
Lower your prospering limbs into the swaying water bind.
Masterpiece danced through the corridors alike a butterfly.
Nettle-picking and stone-pounding on a blustery pathway
Obscured in the shadows, the gold gust lines are blurring.
Prepared for shivering haggles and raging lightning.
Quiet sound of trees swinging and branches underneath.
Rebuke mayhem would not include a flower wreath.
Sailing on foamy waves, under wrapping arm of windless.
Through the sand, grains climb a hole of nothingness.
Underneath, a dark opening has dove into the obscurity.
Vituperations venoms are heaped by shadow melancholy.
When the nightfall bar sparkles with a silver shine.
Xylene's pit dubs me currently, similar to alarm's whine.
Yield not too eerie dangers concealed in evil dream trend.
Zone time limit point of life warns I am drawn to my end.
Written: December 07, 2021
''A'' Forms, New Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Constance La France
Where meadows gleam and blaze after a rainfall,
beyond balmy hills appears an inimitable rainbow
that His mind wanted to create, not manually draw...
feel vibrant life as you breath joy and wait for nightfall!
Immersed in the spectacle of Creation, each one of us
mustn't believe that it came from matter as they declare;
belief is not faith, it is shallower than the falsity of words...
gaze at that rainbow: wouldn't anyone proclaim His name?
Unbelievers, in our materialistic age, have set aside their trust in God
and have rebelled against Him to satisfy their selfish egos...
not understanding that what He has created is for our good:
happiness is not found in gems and gold, but by contemplating rainbows!
Once I believed like them, denying everything beautiful and grand,
but something inside troubled me deeply, I stopped and prayed....
and suddenly revelation came to me transforming me entirely:
my look travelled far to meet the blazing red sunset ensuing serenity!
Cottony chameleon clouds change color,
while shadows meld with ebony silhouettes.
Blushing, with pink lipstick smeared on His collar
Sol kisses Luna goodnight, with no regrets.
And ubiquitous stars twinkle in the night,
as moonbeams gild rippling waves with golden light.
And, as darkness descends, like a black curtain,
the absolutes of daylight seem less certain.
A cool whisper of wind stirs sleeping willows,
while velvet evening frost coats the quiet grass.
The river mirrors clouds shaped like white pillows,
as nightfall freezes time like a sheet of glass.
A lone owl gives a call from a high spruce tree,
its song adrift and wild, echoing so free.
And as the last red sunbeams begin to fade,
the earth surrenders to evening's quiet shade.
A groundhog named Phil, loved to play
In the sun, he would loll
Away the hours, after filling
Up on plants, grubs, and all
At nightfall his small den entered
For a long nap each day
As summer passes he is
Fattened, in his den to stay
He dreams of spring and amore
When he leaves his small den
To find his love and again live
He doesn't want the pen
Every year he has to please man
Come live inside a cage
To predict when spring will spring warm
This job fills him with rage
This year Phil is running away
Hiding deep in the woods
No one is going to stop his
Amore is this understood?
If you do find him where hiding
Don't place your hand inside
He will fight like a banshee
Winning is his sole pride
Sponsor: John Lawless
Contest: Punxsutawney Phil Speaks
Written: January 30, 2015
The Watergaw
by Hugh MacDiarmid
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
One wet forenight in the sheep-shearing season
I saw the uncanniest thing—
a watergaw with its wavering light
shining beyond the wild downpour of rain ...
and I thought of the last wild look that you gave
when you knew you were destined for the grave.
There was no light in the skylark's nest
that night—no—nor any in mine;
but now often I've thought of that foolish light
and of these irrational hearts of men ...
and I think that, perhaps, at last I ken
what your look meant then.
Hugh MacDiarmid wrote "The Watergaw" in a Scots dialect. I have translated or "modernized" the poem into modern English to make it easier to read and understand.
Keywords/Tags: Scotland, Scot, Scottish, Scots dialect, night, nightfall, rain, grave, death, death of a friend, light, lights, watergaw, heart, heartache, heartbroken, broken heart, heart song
After the rain, a stillness is seen
Before the nightfall, a fleeing gleams
Calmly approaching, a soft kiss of sleep
Deeper diving, a taste of slumber keeps
Echoing sounds, a whisper is heard
Falling towards, a calming touch confers
Gently following, a spirit sublime
Hearing soothing melodies, a point in time
Into a dream state, a honeycomb of thoughts abound
Jumping around, a stipple of dots resound
Keeping a few snippets, a picture appears
Lowering my eyes, a crisp clarity is clear
Moving beyond my mind, a power invites
Never imagining a state of seeing such sights
Overcome with anticipation that swells within
Pursuing yet remaining, a revelation begins
Quietly stepping onto a path I see
Racing emotions exist deep in me
Still shaking, a walk I begin
Towards wonders without end
Unknown energy waves surround
Vaulting me forward along the ground
Whispers of solace inside me I hear
Exposing mysteries, now are so clear
Yet I not do tremble, nor do I fear
Zoning inside, embracing what is near
She thought she had been healed,
Of her wounds and pains,
She thought she had been mended,
Of the tears and cuts.
Time hasn't done much to heal her,
Seasons hasn't done much to erode the hurts,
Nightfall hasn't done much to cloak her traumas,
Maternity hasn't done much to blank the injuries.
She carried them on the inside,
They journey each mile with her,
She cocooned them in her chamber,
She pushed them to a corner of her cauldron.
Her passing away elucidated them,
Her mother’s demise brought them to light,
As she talked about her mother's neglect,
The stifled pains eased gradually.
The burdens of decades were taken off,
The latent pressures wore away,
There was a rush of the healing stream,
She could see with new eyes.
October 24, 2022.