Long Nightime Poems
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When dark, the shivered sun of day,
now lose their spark and turn away
nightime cast's it's widow's hook,
and daytime, take's on, nightimes look.
Scrooge had lost his loving heart,
money stole, his golden spark
no thought's, with care, he played
his nephew though, was fill of praise,
He loved the thought, of christmas day
his spirits, it would raise
With joy, a bundled spark of love,
he raced off, out into the park
My uncle, will you join with us
a christmas, I'll share with love
bar-humbug not I
no christmas day, or pudding pie
What waste, upon, the world's frock,
you waste your time, with all that rot,
Bar-humbug not I.
I will not waste, my time, that way.
I'll dot my I's and cross my T's
I'll make a living that's for me,
you are not rich, you are quite poor,
what right, have you, to help the poor
I'll turn away, I will not pay,
I do not want, your christmas day
but when, the days of love, have gone
I'll end up lonely, cold and wrong.
The den in the hollow at daybreak
Ripped by the hooting owl
The owl's very last chance to hoot
And be on his nightime prowl
Liquid apricot jam now coats
Pale gray of morn's spring sky
Churned earth there from the accident
Thoughts turn to why, why, why
Could it have been prevented
Maybe a slow down and live
Only God knows the answers
And to me he chooses not to give
A bad accident in front of my home
on Saturday afternoon..It was prom
night for the high school here and
a mother was taking her daughter
to get pictures made..She ran off
the road and lost control of her car.
Both suffered injuries severe enough
to be transported to hospitals out of town.
Mind Games
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Pack away the day
Lay back lay back
Park..
The mind games
Is coming to play
It is nightime
What mystic awaits
Either horrible goblin
Or merry fairy
Wait the exit wounds
Here comes the game's
To mock and bother
And the mind
Beguiles you as bait
The stay awake
Without sedation
The play begins with
Hallucinating images
Of awful characters
Weird and fierce
Attacking your repose
You are lost in bed
Game's the mind play
Happens at bedtime
Stops and robs our
Peace of mind
With suds of turmoil
In our dreams
Our spirit, our morale
Surrenders and
Tumbles in with certainty
On tricks the mind play
Now we fear sleep
40 winks in quarrel
I'm up
In the middle of the night
Why the hell
Must we lose sleep
Because of sappy guilt.
The hour past midnight
as the clock taps seconds into minutes
and restless, i toss in my bed.
The sighs and moans of listless
in seeking rest and sleep
while darkness grows in my head.
The lights of distant houses diminish
extinguished like the end of day
drawing closure and silence to its noise.
Stars twinkle and faintly dance
as the walls draw down
around the world in nightime pause.
Gentle breezes tease and play the chimes
into ringing clear and loud
then hushed into the quiet stillness of early morning.
Dreams rise instructive, silly and scary
as blackness begins to fade
disappearing in the faint light of rising dawn.
It is the earth they say, that revolves
but it is we, who awake and rise
as comes the dawn.
“I'm ready to go anywhere
I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade
Cast your dancing spell my way
I promise to go under it”.....Quote by Bob Dylan
I AM A STRANGER HERE without you
I CAN'T EXPLAIN why
I walk through this RING OF FIRE
WHERE THE NIGHTIME IS THE RIGHT TIME-
when out of the darkness I SHALL BE RELEASED
from the uncertainty of my struggle
There are 500,000 souls here
with one voice of peace and love, and I…
am finding my voice in Neverland-
intensely running in the circles of my irreverence
to create the chords within the tunes…
my music - my rhythm – my soul
my words to change the world
Looking to my orator of this brotherhood
MR. TAMBOURINE MAN,
the designated ghost of my hope
hammering the jingling beat
that shackled my feet to follow
this haunting melody inside me
where I am the master of my freedom
But…
You are my song of songs,
YOU ARE AS GOOD AS YOU'VE BEEN TO THIS WORLD,
the hand I hold to walk in this light
lingering sweetly in the HIGH TIME
of my experimental chaos
that I so fiercely hold onto
within the bosom of my art
that rages ALL ALONG THE WATCHTOWER
of my soul
MY DARLING BE HOME SOON
When shadows of the evening fade,
And earth she wears her darkest dress,
It's magic time as stars parade,
Like jewels, into jet inlaid.
We gaze, as land and sky caress,
When shadows of the evening fade.
As daylight and the nightime trade,
The world still turns, for this we bless.
It's magic time as stars parade.
Our moon each night will serenade,
Her timeless flight, for loves success
When shadows of the evening fade.
The milky way's a silver braid,
Like diamonds sparkling in a tress.
It's magic time as stars parade.
The zodiac, earths rich brocade.
This bracelet , charms us with finesse,
When shadows of the evening fade.
It's magic time as stars parade.
I told Jan Allison this was the first poem i had ever written.
I was mistaken, recently i found an old school exercise book,
With a poem i wrote in 1951 aged 11. It was named The Tramp.
So i entered this on Poetry Soup also. Regards George.
8 / 31 / 2017.
. A new day
A new dawn
A new wave to sail along
Not a perfect night of sleep
If only sleep could right a wrong
If only sleep could mend a hurt of yesterday
How perfect would it be
If sailing on the nightime sea
Could calm a shattered world and be
So free, of troubled years
As smooth and empty as a beach
A beach of gold, .. of silky sand
Untouched, unharmed by worried hand
Washed and ironed by moving tide
A breathless peace, all cleansed inside
When you look to the stars
as they glisten through summers skies
know that the reflection in your eyes
is my smile, spanning across the distance
feel my breath through sultry air
as our lips brush together again
touching through moonlit shadows
withn a world of dreams
in the hush of night
you hear my screams
you've seen my face
with the blink of nightime skies
countless are the times
and like the moon's full glow
you've come to recognize
when we meet outside a dream
one glance and you'll know me
the horizon is blushing
an end to night's passion
the dawn unfolds our dreams
another day falls upon us
perhaps this time
the time has come
wake my love
to the slight summer breeze
my soul bends towards you
with the newly painted trees
autumn's blush is upon us
the time has come
for two souls to blend as one
an eternal dream now wakes
we are here at last
outside of dreams
I love you
From your head to your toes
I love your eyes
I love your nose
I love the way you chat away
I love your nightime
I love your day
I just don't love when you're away
I love to know you.
Even that.
A simple presence
More nonsense chat
I love your heart
Your laugh, your voice
I cannot stop
I have no choice
I'd love to be there
Everyday
To see your tears
But wipe away
I guess red flags
Will wave and yet
I'd even love
Your scowl un-set..
I'd rather love
To make you smile
And hold you gently
All the while
And whisper comfort
In your ear
"You're fine, it's safe
My love.. is here"
Written: June 24, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Natasha L Scragg
Quote: "If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to
man as it is, infinite." By William Blake
"Note: If we define perception to include transcendence, intuition, and the process of abstract meaning, we ultimately consider Spirit as the human sixth sense"
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Sight
The sky soars over sycamores above—
Amber light oozes over foliage & cove
A web of shadows weaves in stone.
The leaden hand of dusk settles in hush.
Eyes drink the amber evening's glow—
Remember, sight traces the soul's flow.
Sound
A sighing symphony thrums in the grass,
And birds croon their nightime requiem—
Wind dissolves to a sighing minstrel's song,
The river's pulse falls, soars, and swells—
With every ripple, a true voice tells—
Remember, pitch lets us feel—loudness dwells.
Smell
Café hallway emits the scent of roasted beans.
Velvet bitterness, and draft of warm balm.
A panacea for weary spirits.
Bearing salt sobs from ocean's eternal call.
Scents rouse the soul from dormant sleep—
Remember, scent rouses souvenirs from ash.
Touch
Wooden tables rough with mercurial grain,
Stone stairs under roving hand—lost in touch,
Wind, a feathered touch soft as a bird's wing,
Pressing, melting, morphing against skin.
Clearer than words, touch conveys fact—
Remember, touch and grace nurture men's mood
Taste
Cappuccino foam, pure alabaster gleam,
An astringent elixir dissolves into sweetness.
Rhythmic throb of each tongue's caress
A perpetual delight, a lament for oblivion.
Each sip recalls summer's golden light—
Remember, taste maps food and drains.
Spirit
All senses join in a nexus of now.
Knitted with time, bursting with life's vow.
No lack here, no abyss, no plough—
Spirit fulfills yin and yang—limitless sky.
Only abundance of presence here,
The ardor of being, the breathing flame—
Remember that soul transcends name.