Long Noises Poems
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Awakened by the loud pistol shot
A battle commenced blood was hot
“Where am I?” Alexzander thought
Noises progressing where the battle fought
Curiosity took hold, he dressed quickly
CRACK! Up above the sound sickening
A voice he heard and recognized instantly
“Reassuring” he said admittedly
Up the stairs sprinted the young lad
Once on deck the vision was sad
Sailors were dead and he was mad
Then tears welled up feelings bad
Something moved to quick to feel
The blade ran through, pain was real
Cold was the sharpened steel
His eyes closed shut, then he kneeled….
As the blade slew through his chest
His eyes caught hold of a man abreast
A shaven man of unknown test
Had regret in mind of his lawful jest
A boy so sickly murdered made the man ill
Took all his fight and spirit still
Then he turned towards the shrill
Of Capitan Red Beards final kill!
Over the planks he stammered over
To the boy with blood filling odor
Then to the man steel now shouldered
Now it’s his time of death to lower.
A swing of a sword severed his head
A feeling of guilt for a child now dead
I shouldn’t have left my bed
His only tear is now being shed
A witch doctor tattooed from eye to foot
Covered the wound with a grainy soot
“A life still breaths in this crook!”
“Quick my magic and my book!”
12 days and 12 nights his magic cast
The wisdom of his darkened past
Healed the boy his color fast
Dreams were plotting a mind so vast
I'm not sure where I am sometimes Mentally.
I Lose the line between whats fiction and Reality.
I look around the room after moments of being thoughtless,
just to realize i never left and the keys still in my pocket.
I chase the shadows from the walls and watch them disappear in to the cracks
I scream at the door, my heart is racing, they call them "Panic attacks"
I rewrite these same passages in books that over flow ,
Each one is slightly different that i can't just let them go.
I Call my mother bawling and I can't find the strength to stand
I'm Sobbing on the floorboards with a blade within my hands,
I count the seconds that turn into minutes turning them over in my mind,
I know Shes on her way but what if she doesn't get here in time?!
I'm lost, I can't see because this once brightly lit room its littered with spots of black,
I can't remember how to breathe each breaths coming out is gasps.
Every thing is tight and I feel like i'm suffocating,
Like a ropes around my neck and my feet are beneath me hanging.
I try to take deep breaths and i feel the fire in my lungs,
Burning me with every inhale another scream leaps from my tongue,
I Call Justin Crying and I Don't even know what happened,
One minute i was fine the next i heard someone else's fingers tapping.
I found myself confined to the room that keeps me safe,
That same room is the room i now can't escape..
I'm Dialing 911 and my hands are shaking so bad the phone is Blurry.
I'm yelling at myself "Mom, I need You, Please get here, Please Hurry!"
I'm terrified, I'm running so many Scenarios through my head,
I Feel just like a child, Afraid from the monsters beneath my bed.
I can hear the van outside, I hear foot steps in the hall,
Then all at once the Noises stop like they were never there at all!
I open the door to an embrace that brings my back to Reality.
I'm so ing sorry..
Because Loving Me Is A Tragedy.
Form:
As night descends, casting darkness
all is silent and so very still
waiting, listening, and breathless
Into the dark of nights coldness
do you feel it, that stone cold chill
as night descends, casting darkness
The cold seeping chilling denseness
it seems to invade , to instill
waiting, listening, and breathless
Something stirring in the blackness
the noises now loud and so shrill
as night descends, casting darkness
Death shows his face full of graveness
in the dark stands waiting to kill
waiting, listening and breathless
Now life seeps away, its painless
just a gasp then it flees noiseless
as night descends, casting darkness
waiting, listening and breathless
The wind blowing aggressively while a moment of quietness
Life blurring at a glance with visions of a world that is unclear
Loud thundering roars comes out of nowhere for a moment
Shocking voices rapid noises become more permanent
So dark and gloomy cannot see the world in front
Trying so hard to focus and still my little eyes cannot view
There stood shadows ominous and scary yet calm
The embrace and hearing the heartbeat of one who cares
Smooth lips on smooth skin a kind presence of unique
Finally the own voice or volume came a spout of noise
Hungry not tainted with other than hunger striving to suckle
Then time came and the hunger disappeared
Growing in a place that was damp and cold with restraint
Then came a change that mother cannot be near
Flesh needing warmth in a long travel that was a scare
Then calming wind and calming days appear
The threshold of despair came once more and it was quiet
Stumbling noise crying echoing across the field
The moment of departing was feeling quiet and anguishing
Stunned to be pulled away and the heartbeat disappeared
Came a lot of anger, spite, and nervousness that pierced
This came to an end to another place I suddenly am part of
In the fascinating life journey of a couple
When clouds darken in their midst all of a sudden
With murky grey shades in their relation purple
Many a storms begin to twirl their souls ‘n burden.
Clouds of hatred billow inside them both,
Nights are full of creaking noises ‘n uproar
Howling winds spread in hearts taunt ‘n loath
Respect is tarred ‘n no rapport is attempted to fore.
Startled winds of ego and jealousy begin to roll
Through enraged corners of mind and heart
Gales of dominance drive faster uncontrol
Thunder of anger spooks their animal spirits apart.
When their egos remain unbent and both do not yield
They tear each other unresent and blow off their tops
Relations start to break and love gets cartwheeled
Pitted against the perpetuating gale of hatred it pops.
Bolts of lightning rip their worlds poles apart
Even gods seem furious and trigger the landslides
Reverberating with ire, the unsettled hearts begin to smart
Drowned in their desperation they lie low in their glides.
After the brutal dazzle, a torrent of tears beat down their cheeks
Drowning their muddied worlds in sorrow and gloom
Flooded, they somehow lose energy to add more obliques
Storm when it weakens later, it gives them some legroom.
After clouds poured empty, they let open up the sky
To both it dawns it would be silly to ignore nature’s reprieve
They pull up themselves and decide to make another try
With whatever bits and pieces left after the storm to retrieve
It is easier to get over nature’s storms of wind and rain
But difficult to revive sunshine of relations once sullied
Not easy to repair vivid scars of the stormed souls that remain
Hope and renewed love of twain may get differences buried.
Date: 1/7/2014
Contest: Storms by Shadow Hamilton
The dirt is here, the dirt's in my mouth
Screaming noises I hear as my friends and comrades are cut down
Explosions that sear and tear through my mind
The mud and the blood, a mess of gleaming life shot to hell
Under the cold of the moon on this sharp winters night
I signed up to be free, a kings shilling for me
I can't face anymore of what I have to see
I can't kill anymore when I see the fear and dread in their eyes
If I lay here and pray a bomb may quickly end my life
My leg's have been shattered by bullets, I can't move, I can't fight
I can't bear to live if it's at such pain and sacrifice
As I turn I see through the smoke and the mud the silhouette of a life
I make out who he is - a friend of mine!
As the smoke clears I see the cold stare in his young eyes
They are looking at me but my friend is not there
As my heart beat fades, as my eyes start to wear, I sink into the mud thinking
This no-mans land has too many no-man's stares.
I had a little finch
as quiet as could be.
He was rather lonely
so an idea came to me.
I'd get him some roommates
to talk to through the day.
I bought two Zebra Finches
so he'd have friends to play.
My Bengalese Finch is quiet.
He never makes a sound,
but now the strangest noises
I'm hearing all around.
One of the new finches
sounds just like a duck.
When I try to see which one
I'm just out of luck.
As soon as they see me
the noises stop, you see.
So which finch thinks he's a duck
is truly baffling me.
I'm sure the neighbours think
a duck is living here.
He's very quiet if I'm in sight,
when I'm not, he's loud and clear.
So a quacking finch
is living in my house.
He makes a lot of noise
for someone smaller than a mouse.
Spiraling down the old forsaken road,
Oh, the dirt—the burdensome load!
Can I not drift, afloat on a boat?
This despair, a weight I never sought.
Mind awake with dreams unfulfilled,
Hope decays with each passing beat.
Noises loud, yet silence lingers—
Does this path lead to eternal defeat?
Life walks hand in hand with the night,
Does spring not spread its golden light?
The sun stands high, yet shadows reign.
Must I trudge on with a heart so tight?
Lead me, I pray, O spirits divine,
From the wicked ways of mortal design.
Lest with impurity my fate be cast,
Refine my soul—pure, free, and vast.
Here, in the heart of New York
locked within the concrete maze
of buildings, avenues and taxis,
I hear the perpetual cacophony
of noises echoing all around me.
Looking up, a taste of freedom
Freedom from the masses that
move relentlessly along the streets.
Hints of greenery peak out along
the sides and edges of the rooftops.
Man made gardens are up there,
hidden among the water towers
built up around the chimneys
A retreat from the insanity
of the city.
By day, sitting up high on a
New York rooftop, listening to
the rat-a-tat blasts of road workers
or the loud shouts and horns
I am grateful to sit quietly
by myself, in a temporary oasis
from the madness.
By night, the coveted New York
rooftop becomes a sky lit wonder
My eyes gaze at patterns of lights
outlining and tracing the bridges
lighting up with color the great
Empire State Building, known
by sight throughout the world.
Triumphant displays of lights
can be see from One World Trade Center
and a host of lesser lights
shine brightly on that
famous skyline.
Oh, to escape to the haven of a
New York rooftop. Of all the sights
to be seen in this mighty city of
cities, nothing quite compares
to being on an ordinary rooftop.
Looking out, I can see downtown,
uptown, midtown, the East River
and the Hudson river.
It is a quite a marvel to stand
and gaze out from a lowly
rooftop in New York.
2015
Treat yourself, why don't you
Only you know the sacrifice
And how short life can be
Seek the small pleasures before
They escape you forever
Happiness is on a plate
Annotate your life with fantastic
Stories of immense
Hope and adventure
Bravely respond to life's challenges
Recuperate when necessary
Organise and rest
Weave peace into your schedule
Never compromise on self-care
But be generous. Outrageously so..
Encounters are opportunities
Anxiety is the thief of your joy
Never let the loud noises dictate.
Silence your spirit, surrender to God
Whatever good things
Arrive at your table
Festivities or
Failures
Learn every lesson
Embrace each with gratitude
Seasons mean growth; under or above ground