Long Nights Poems
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If there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells or Silent Nights
If there were no gifts beneath the tree
Would Christmas cease to be?
If there was no tasty holiday fare
No people gathering here or there
If no crowds went from shop to shop
Would Christmas simply stop?
The answer of course is a resounding no
For Christmas came quite long ago
Christmas was before the tree
Before the gifts for you and me
Christmas brought the shepherds and kings
The angel songs and the giving of things
For one small child was born
On that very first Christmas morn
He is why the star shone bright
On that Midnight Clear and Holy Night
The faithful come and He is the reason
And now, we gather and worship at this special season
So, if there were no shining Christmas Lights
No Silver Bells and Silent Nights
Still He came - for you and for me
And Christmas will never cease to be.
I've come so far
Grasping nothing more that memories of a fading star
In Search of a sanctuary other than a bar
A place where I can lay my head
Somewhere to I can rest my deepest thoughts
And shelter the molecules we shed
The troubles in this life of mine
The lover in this wife of time
Another christmas spent alone
Attempted suicide
But I'll never get to wake to a white dawn
Two stretches from a great moan
A few timely expressions from going home
Misery substituted for family time and childhood smiles
My only passion to carry on
How can I wipe your tears when no body loves me
So selfish, yet I'm only human
And it seems everyone looks above me
If I could look back it would all be past tense
Instead I sit here and swallow this glass of nonsense
I could only dream of egg nogg
Pushing through snow that covers my legs in the fog
Christopher Kringle
Spreading that warm feeling that tingles
That precious tune from bells that consistently jingle
Maybe it's all make believe
And maybe the cold winter nights won't take my sleeves
It will cold smack you in the face
No regard, no respect, just a hard, straight right
Now you're confused and staggered so you look to plead your case
But no one cares so you better learn how to fight
So put your 'dukes' up and start sticking and moving
Did you think or could anyone think you would be a pugilist?
A mobile punching bag receiving blow after blow but you ain't losing
You're standing in the big ring, showing your worth with powerful fists
In this ring, blows will accost you in the late-night hour
Rudely snatching your sleep and leaving ugly bags underneath your eyes
The next day you're in a fog with no zest or power
Trying to find reason or reasons for your seeming demise
It will grab you and place you in a chokehold
Just sucking the life from your chest
And cause you to spend lonely nights in a hospital where the corridors are cold
Even after you've been released and you return home, you soon find there is still no rest
So fight! Fight you must and will do
Endure round after round and pound after pound
When you stand in this ring, you must see it through
Spectators are watching with prying eyes, just wondering if you will go down
Written: November 15, 2024 For Glenn Hughes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
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In the quiet of the evening,
a whisper echoes through my mind,
the old saying wraps around my heart,
stubborn, as ivy on a weathered wall.
I have been praying,
for the girl who stands out as a star,
a flicker in the haze of my lonesome nights.
I think you have felt the weight,
the soft heaviness of sad thoughts,
as rain that slowly seeps into the ground.
I have been waiting to touch you,
With each passing hour a reminder
of the warmth that lingers in your smile,
a photograph etched into my soul.
I remember you, wide-eyed and wild,
a spirit that danced with the wind,
yet I feel the shadows creeping—
the worries that press against your heart.
I promise, no rush,
no hurried steps down paths unclear,
I’m here, as a lighthouse,
calling you back to the shore of safety.
Stay, won’t you?
Just for a moment, hold back the tides,
the pull of things unknown and scary.
Let’s weave our stories anew,
break that gateway
to where hope and fear can coexist.
Let’s sit under a sky painted with stars,
where our words flow as water,
each drop a piece of our truths,
each pause a chance to breathe.
Let’s lay out our tender hearts,
like a canvas eager for raw strokes,
this is our chance—
to build a world where sorrow softens,
to craft a love that rises same as dawn.
So, baby, don’t slip away,
let’s hold tight to this moment,
turn the shadows into light,
and let’s chase the darkness together.
With each heartbeat, I’m calling—
won’t you please come back?
Daddy's specter plectrums mercilessly
Fraying my nerves raw
with oxidized guitar strings.
my thoughts relentlessly hemorrhage
onto clay vinyl grooves
s p i n n i n g
endless nights
of
suffocation.
a midnight jazz wail
lacerates
the void of your absence.
notes gnaw through bone marrow
ravenous maggots
in the corpse
of our love.
Chords violently crash
splintering my fractured vertebrae
a car wreck
in slow motion.
plucking
the frayed synapses
of my misfiring
modal limbic brain.
feel the searing electric distortion
static fuzz of madness
surge through
morrow's marrow
my moanin'
a primal scream
at the Eve of Destruction
trapped in a skipping groove
of creation
shattering guitars
and blasting kneecaps
in an empty cathedral
of resounding sound
Our touch
a violent crescendo
of needles and poisoned honey
pain swollen sweet
as a mother's milk
laced with a junkie's fix
on a stillborn birthday morn
each note
a razor-sharp reflection
etched in stretch-marked
scar tissue
of the agony that throbs
within this moog menagerie
of fractured femininity
set
Between the sets
of our shattered chords
a single note lingers- soft
almost tender-
like a child's last breath
before the
final
f i n a l e
Silence crawls
a venomous asp
a deafening absence
louder than stacked amps
of patriarchy
reverberating in the hollow spaces
between drumming heartbeats
where your persecuting promises
used to nest and breed
I am the discarded B-side
of the one-hit wonder
rising from dumpster-filled
lungs of domesticity
reborn
in the Electric Avenue
of my own making
singing
Billie's bruises
Muddy's floods and
Johnson's hellhounds
to the ghosts
of futures stillborn
in this Rhapsody
of beautiful
destruction
Moon-faced and sickle-smiled
I conduct this orchestrated
Savage band of ruin
my voiceless voice
a lightning rod
splitting the sky
of expectations
as I agonizingly birth myself anew
in the RCA Victor Rhapsody of Blue
of Beautiful
reconstruction
P e r h a p s…
a new refrain
He puffs in the nightly brume
His noctambulous proclivity
He calls it, a force of habit
Something automatic
Tonight is especially morbid
Atrabilious even
As he hunches gaunt
Over her headstone
That has grown verdant
Of many a night waxed lachrymose
The midnight wind is severe
A morbid creak fills his ears
He calls it his familiar
His body enervated
A chiliad of nights and tears
Have taken their toll
Gaunt from endless prayers
Then an icy apparition so clear
A familiar, sum of his fears,
Appears, standing in the midnight air
An icy depth and an icy glare his familiar
A formication forms in his chest
As usual no words exchanged
The wind blows the mist away
And soft rain begins to fall
And the owl begins to howl
She is gone, she is gone!
SWEET REMEMBRANCES
Where have you been?
I can’t find, now unseen.
But your sweet remembrance
your mystic fluorescence
I preserve in my trove of treasure.
My dormant desire to cherish in pain n pleasure.
When I am awake, you hid in my heart
In dream I can embrace you, my sweet heart.
I feel your delicate tender touch on my lips
I see you holding posy of tulips
Being awake, cruel reality I have to face
My lone presence in emptiness of your absence.
I watch you only wandering in my mind.
Past days and nights, how could I rewind?
Time is so unkind!
Our days are gone, truly gone forever?
Those happenings could be brought back never.
Or, all the stars in the sky of night
are just hidden under broad daylight.
Daily chores in regular stream
or subconscious world of sleepy dream?
May I yell? Which is real? Who will tell?
In dream we unite as last console
You settle permanent in my soul.
I vow to you not to forget.
you are so true, so eminent
I am resting with you in redolence
still staying in my adolescence
creating collage of overlapping memories,
remembrances to be painted in series.
Reminiscence in reverie to display
my emotive urge in joy n dismay.
06/09/18
Days itself found escape
Nights in kind, I cannot grasp
Time only fades to forever wait
Unforeseen memories… only last
Thoughts were reasoned light
Unburden by burdens to claim refresh
In my mind were my sight
For this moment… my soul has left its flesh
It wasn’t renewal I realise
It was letting go… an unplanned tomorrow
An olden self I cannot help sympathise
Yet a revival I’m yet to follow
Easy is never the word for change
Yet hard… was witnessed passing by
Moderation spites to plain
Where do my acceptance lie?
Days in passing for nights to grasp
Was it between I found my escape?
That many evenings… a never last
Perhaps time were made to await
In the eternal night, where stars weep tears of dimmed light,
I lose myself in thoughts flowing like an underground river, unseen, aimless,
Reflecting the shadows of the eternal search, among spirals of time and dream,
In the silent dance of silence, which envelops the soul like a veil of abyss.
Under the boundless sky, where winds whisper forgotten poems,
I remain a pilgrim of loneliness, seeking meanings in hidden stars,
My questions dissolve into the clouds floating on the vast sky,
Like an ancient incantation, repeated in echoes, in nights without borders.
I am a clay tree on the edge of eternity, with roots in the void,
Petals of thoughts unfold in silence, blooming in the sacred dream,
Like an azure forgotten by time, in the cosmic abyss that binds us to infinity,
I see in the mirror of the sky a destiny unfolding, silent and endless.
My whole life I have been a shadow, a soul drifting through the closed world,
I feel like a stranger, a traveler through dreams that unravel at dawn,
And yet, in the depth of silence, I hear a call, a tender whisper,
That ties me to the universe, to a meaning born from the chaos of the mill.
In this ocean of stars, where the sky hides its divine secrets,
I am a spark of light, a flame burning in the immortal night,
Seeking answers in the echo of time, in the waves of eternity,
Oh, soul, rise and soar, for you are never truly alone.
beyond the darkness of the midnight clear
for now i have seasons and nothing to fear
while pain that is felt pain you must hear
be carried out beyond the heavens of new lights
that passes the dreams from cold cold nights
pain names and blames my bitterness the weak
shall not hinder my sweet soul for i am the meek
the tears you see shall cast out sheer doubt
while as the doors close for there is no pout
breathless panting in the mist of what's norm
while this travesty indeed lives are torn
healing occurs within her own habitat
while patienly in the room faceless she sat
glory on the shores shall last forevermore
while the harsh current waves of tears i cry
as the ocean opens thee earth god knows why
illness sickness and poverty is upon my space
thou alone i'm not lonely at all in my place
my soul greives so beneath the midnight clear
thus suffering heals as god too cried my tear