Long Nightly Poems
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Hay is crinkling in various places
The candle stump stares solemnly
Beyond the moon nocturnal vault
A groan floats in the air, rewon by gag words.
The trees climbed the hill and over it
Golden light shone via withered stalks of the fields
Form a truss around haphazardly spread items
A gray stone protrusion anchored in the soil.
You can grasp soft light before it turns into fire
Embrace the dawn limbs that wish not to leave
Wigwag with guttural grunts and groans
A song is famous for mixing notes.
When the moon lights up the forest
Insight vibrates with comfort and grace
Shadows provide healing and nightly perks
After teasing, stars micturate dreams to reality
Crossing the dense green is bliss.
Stamina allows for both movement and rest
The meadow cures you with brightness
Clearing in the woods is a mainstay.
4th place contest winner
Written: February 10, 2023
The Clearing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
A wall of words unsaid, being built in the depths of my head.
Leaving me mentally and emotionally dead. The ocean
Of this world flows and crashes with every turn in my bed.
Sleepless night and wakeless days, keeping my living at bay.
Arms of sorrow embrassing me tightly, trying to escape,
But being trapped nightly.
They are the only arms that hold me close... Even as a kid.
Ill never know what I did,
to have had the emotional tie from Reality cut.
I bleed sorrow through my smile, ive gotten good at faking
Because its been awhile.
A wall of words unsaid, continues to spread, like a disease
In the depths of my head.
Thank you for waiting so patiently,
So that I could be me,
And experience humanity.
I pushed hard to be my best me,
Getting pushed down constantly.
I show up everyday in some way,
To create what you see today.
I hope you have many good things to say,
When we get to catch up one day.
I'm working on creating a way,
Also hacking gravity,
Learning about my energy,
I hope it's flying cars you see.
Are we using the free energy?
We worked tirelessly,
To find the Key,
Cried nightly,
Holding tightly to what I believe.
The peoples hearts open to receive,
Truth about what can be achieved,
Through a unified mind.
Working on the same design,
Bringing our planet back online,
Treating it divine.
I hope we shine,
I can't see the design,
I gave mine to the Divine.
She was a cute little girl with orange dancing shoes.
Those dancing shoes had rhinestone eyes that could schmooze.
Her name was Willa May, and she had a bear that was purple.
He begged her to name him King Bear Krabby McMurple.
Of course she did, because she was in charge of her bed.
Which is where he sat watching Willa May paint her doll red.
At night they would cuddle up and go into a deep fun sleep.
Dream adventures took them all over the world in a big yellow jeep.
They drove to Africa, Hawaii, the Atlantic Ocean, and Timbuktu.
They saw parrots in the jungle. One of them a brilliant azure blue.
They tasted Belgium chocolates when in Europe, so delicious too!
They travelled the world over and over in their hazy nightly hue.
Mommy and Daddy sometimes went them if they decided to let them in.
They went swimming with the dolphins, and the sharks loaned them a fin.
They loved their dreamy dreamtime, they took naps each Saturday.
The rest of the time, they hung together, skating, biking, and had bubble play.
I always knew she’d be gone one day soon…
Drunken nights with my heart in complete apprehension waiting for yet, one more tragic phone call. NIGHT ONE. Ring. Ring. Ring. You tried to slit your wrists, and who was there at your beckon call. No one else except…me. NIGHT TWO. Ring. Ring. Ring. The car accident where you flipped your car. Drunk driving became a nightly routine. To jail you went and I was left up all night wondering if you were okay without your medication. NIGHT THREE. The day that you made the promise. “I’ll never do that again. I promise, I don’t want to die anymore! I want to live and see Ella grow up and get married.” Exact words straight from your lips. So, I was left with a promise made with good faith. I knew deep down that it would be broken…
Fear of your weakness prevailing became a permanent fixture in my drowning life. You wished for more freedom after you left the hospital, so we decided you may be ready to spread your wings, but only a little bit at a time. “Goodbye. I love you. I’ll call you when I’m ready to come home.”
NIGHT ONE. No ring. I knew instantly that you were gone. It had finally happened. You had decided to take your life once and for all. No one believed me though. They all thought you ran away to be alone and drown yourself in alcohol with self-pity and guilt. NIGHT TWO. Still no ring. It became much clearer you were not coming home at all. NIGHT THREE. Not one single ring. I would pick up the phone and check to see if I could hear your voice. Nothing but a dial tone. I would check your voicemail just so I wouldn’t forget the way you talked, the way you sounded when saying “hello, this Karen. I am not here, please leave a message.” How true to life. You were not there, and never would be again.
That promise was made December 30, 2010 at exactly 10:17 pm at night. Less than twenty-four hours later, that promise was completed shattered into a million pieces. I guess God needed another angel up above. Now whenever the phone rings past 9:00 pm, I cringe in fear. I pray that everyone I love is safe and free from harm. GOD BLESS YOU KAREN. May you be in the comfort of the Lord’s loving arms.
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For sponsor, Broken Wings
May 22, 2017
Night Owl
A feathered creature lurking into the night
They never sleep in the darkness delight
Always aware of its strange surroundings
Moves quietly and peacefully observing
With haunted and luminous yellow eyes
A night owl watches everything simultaneously
Balanced miles high looking down concentrating
Night owls prey and hunt ruthlessness viewing
Amphibians, reptiles, insects, rodents, fish and other flying birds
A skilled nocturnal hunter to devour
A captivating but rugged night creature
Adapt in its own inhabitant hiding in the darkest shadows
They survive in the cool breeze nightly
As a unique predator under surveillance like an eagle eye
Sitting, just waiting up high in silent
The night owl plunges from the tree top descending into the ruins
Another kill and another delicious feast
Everything dead is beautiful food anchored to the sky
There was a man
who wanted to equate X2 by treating X with X
yet, another was
connecting Y to Y to obtain 2Y
Still yet, another was to deliver Z
through equating the answers obtained by others
Nonetheless,
when no one was able to find an answer
they anticipated from others
they blamed one another and had a confused fight
soaking with blood
When spectators watch this sight
they pointed a finger at them with mockery
till they exhausted and fell on the ground
As soon as they fell,
the spectators argued with each other
upholding their favored numbers
then divided into groups
then fought till they fell on the ground
with blood shed as they did
though sun is still high in the middle of the air
enjoying siesta while counting starts
in the darkening nightly sky
In the quiet slipstream of night,
where thoughts unfurl like tendrils of smoke,
some dismiss dreams as mere echoes—
brain farts, they jest,
leftover gas from our wakeful hours.
But dreams stretch beyond the scraps
of unprocessed thoughts and muted emotions.
They are more,
extensions of our daylit drama,
sometimes prophets foretelling what looms on our horizons,
sometimes just mirages painted on the dark canvas of sleep.
Our dreamland,
a second dwelling,
alien yet familiar,
where Jung’s words whisper through the ether:
the roots of our dreams tangled deep in the psyche,
reflecting the parts of our souls
aching for recognition,
lying fallow like fields
waiting for the perfect moment to bloom.
Here, in this nightly pilgrimage,
we roam free from the physics of the real,
each dream a petal of possibility
in the sprawling garden of what might be.
We meet, converse, and part
with parts of ourselves
we barely recognize by light of day.
In dreams,
our fears dance before us,
our desires sing their siren songs,
and our truths, too wild for the waking world,
find their voice.
So let us not dismiss our night travels
as mere residue of the day.
For in the realm of dreams,
we learn the language of our own depths,
mapping constellations
in the unexplored galaxies of our inner universes.
In dreams, we are home
and homesick all at once,
forever wandering, forever found.
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Form:
The sun is over ninety million miles away
While the moon shines nightly above
But the stars reside in your gentle eyes
Like tiny sparkling diamonds of love
On a space ship we call “Enchantment”
We set sail on a placid sea of bliss
Wrapped in the arms of the goddess of love
Enraptured by the warmth of her kiss
Floating like a couple of heavenly bodies
On a collision course of emotions
Destined to be joined in celestial union
Filled with real love and devotion
There's no greater feeling than mutual love
Poets always write about in rhyme
The ultimate emotion that's known to man
A feeling of pure joy so sublime
The sun's over ninety million miles away
While the moon shines nightly above
But the stars reside in your passionate eyes
My darling, my obsession, my love!