Long Pane Poems
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My Daughter wields my Tenderness
As Swords are sometimes drawn —
Not forged of Steel — but Memory —
And all I once leaned on.
She knows the Weight of every Pulse
That ever beat for Her —
She presses where the Silence lives
And makes the Wound recur.
I built her House of Gentle Days
With Windows facing Trust —
She learned which Pane would shatter first
And struck it — as she must.
Affection is a brittle Thing
When handled by the Wise —
But Cruel — when the Beloved learns
Its Secret — and applies.
She says my Name — as Children do —
But not to call me Near —
She speaks it like a Talisman
To summon Absence — Fear.
I gave her Bread — she breaks it slow —
And feeds it to my Doubt —
I gave her Truth — she mirrors it
Until it flickers out.
No Enemy could study me
With such Devoted Art —
She knows the Geography
Of every room — especially my Heart.
Yet still — the Love refuses Rest —
It will not pack — nor flee —
It stands — like God — at open Doors
And waits — unarmed — for Me.
If Pain be Proof of Parentage
Then I am Verified —
For only Blood — can find the Nerve
Where Hope — has never died.
I do not curse her — Heaven knows —
Nor wish her Love withdrawn —
I only ask — when she wounds me —
She knows — whose Breath she's on.
For even Thorns — when planted deep —
In Gardens once my own —
Remind me — Roots — though trampled still —
Persist — in growing Home.
The Ballad of Love Distorted
The horse’s ears flicker in silent rebuke
His rider is tense, taut, confused.
Raw frost shining in soft silver rhythm
And the cutting cold wind is unforgiving,
A dark house ahead, his fate there, unseen.
The rider dismounts with a silent scream.
‘Quiet now boy!’ and the horse retreats.
A hard push and a heavy door creaks.
His weapon drawn, his mind clear
His raw senses breathing fear
A loose floorboard, a startled cat
A glare, a thud,
Draw back? Draw back?
The stillness returns as his heartbeat slows
He reaches the bedroom and oh but he knows
His daughter’s light breath as his fury grows
‘Ssh Molly’ he hears ‘Sleep now ,pretty rose.’
He sees in the moonlight through a latticed pane
Her white throat, soft face, her delicate frame
Sleeping soundly and peaceful in love’s afterglow
He grips his pistol and aims true and low
As firmly he points at Lord Arthur’s head
he hears his Molly as she softly says
‘I love him, Daddy, and that, death won’t change.
I’m sorry you’re hurt. I know you feel pain.’
But her father despairs for her future, her life
He remembers with horror Lord Arthur’s good wife
A partner discarded, in madness and strife
Lord Arthur had killed her, for Molly, his child.
He readies the weapon, this much he controls,
As Molly she screams and Arthur he rose
The horse in the meadow he neighs and implores
But the foul deed is done as his daughter, she roars.
‘Oh Father, my father, what have you done?’
He turns and he stumbles, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t run.
Is It Deplorable
And Does It make me Criminal?
If I used my Genius
To become Felinous
As I was craving to become your Ethos
All that I Did
Was to pave my way to your Heart
To be seen as your darling Sweetheart
For the arrows of Cupid
Have made me Languid
Should I see myself as an illegal Caid?
Like a Calamity called Calamity Jane
I shattered the opaque glass pane
Behind which you hid your true side
That of a braveheart prone to landslide
Rest your Faith on my Genuine Feelings
In my Conscience, I never did any Stealing
Not even any Raping, Beating or Assaulting
But I leave it to you to be Judging
In your eyes, am I a Criminal?
Seduction was my weapon
To prove my devotion
Should I be judged guilty
I would be in Misery
Totally lost in this Reality!
Honorable Mention
For the contest : The Unread Poems
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Tears from the sky fall to their rest
in the earth outside your window,
on the flowers against the pane so pressed,
soothing as they wave to and fro.
In the wind you watch the leaves sway
to a rhythm felt in your goosebumps,
to a song only the storm can play,
the beat that through your veins now pumps.
Thunder reverberates in your chest
as your body echoes its booming thumps,
as the peals draw to a crashing crest,
and into your throat your heart jumps.
Whether your life enjoys a gleeful glow
or has somehow for a spell gone astray,
you can find something in the watery show -
a smile in the tempest, peace in the grey.
"such is the blessing"
as each day starts with morning suns
everything flows like mighty tides
it takes only a moment to be mesmerized
one glance at the sky our souls open
unveiled with beauty and more we
yearn to be part this world
yesterday passed with running sands to
use as a reminder to appreciate now for
outside the pane is a world of possibilities
inviting us all to experience shades of blue
each white cloud rolls by whispering follow me
and as we follow senses open with illumination
such is the blessing of appreciation
such is the blessing of a peaceful mind
SkyWatcher
06-08-23
I have closed the main gate
After that I closed the door
Something more to be closed
So I closed the window pane
All these efforts are insufficient
To keep away cousin of worries
The past sweet memories came into sense.
What kind of memories are these
Which remains young with chastity
Days are passed to make things old
But failed on a high society lady
This partiality made me nervous
So i tried hard to erase them
With the oldest natural eraser
But it didn't work well
Then I tried the newest technologies
Like delete, filters and editing apps
Unluckily they all said sorry
Now what can I do
Have something more to try
First I switched off all lights
Then closed eyes as monk in penance
Made dark cabin of science's lab
But experiment didn't get success
When all efforts gone vain
I knew the facts
A prey has no more choices.
Tears wash the pane on the window of the soul.
So how clean can one’s windowpane be?
When I see the future I have no goal.
I ache and wonder what’s to be.
The beauty that I enjoy and the glorious creation,
Cause me to faint and to falter in truth…
I can have no satisfaction or elation,
My walk it stumbles in abject uncouth.
To see what joy is deep with in,
Look past the image and beyond the mirror
Pass through the web of deception,
Walk quickly through the fog, reception clearer.
Can you see what I feel or feel what I see?
Can you touch deep with in, is it really me?
Can you taste the loss of what will never be?
Can you understand that there is no key?
I ponder the way of confusion and conclusion…
I wonder about reality and fiction…
There will never be what never was,
And what never was shall never be…
A loop, a conundrum, a mystery,
Stuck in a trap a hunter has built.
None so strong ever in history,
Bound and flogged, stranded in guilt.
None to follow, none to help,
None to lift, none to stand,
None to give, none to receive.
None to travel, none to stay…
I lift my chin and eyes to the sun,
My feet directed for no one.
I am alone and alone I will be,
In the end everything else is gone…
But, me…
Ripples from a rain fill a bowl of passion.
Small ducks quacking in a waddled fashion.
A light breeze blew across the soft fur.
The brown beach beckons for one to occur.
Making stained-glass-like hand gesture.
As a stepping stone leading to a joy banner.
To the sky, a foreboding twilight blue.
The cleft is ruffled and tossed through.
Marigolds remain in the midst of serenity.
Shrinkage of the feeble results in nullity.
With mother's thinking resolves all hope.
To the summit of a dizzyingly steep slope.
In the shape of a duck cloud, it is resting.
Fields are flung at the worst of the gathering.
I finally started by plucking a vibrant blossom.
I went up the tower, like a gentle heirloom.
They're diminishing, like dewdrops on grain.
Against a red sky, lost echoes suck up the pane.
Written: April 13, 2022
the saltiness of love
a riveting fall
unlike other tears
this solitary shed
like a drip of life-blood
the lance of each freckle
an almost feckless drive over the sallow cheek
finally landing on the lump of her throat
the last tear stains her pillow
tasted by encompassing family
a lovely bouquet
the aroma of memories
likewise a splash of a storm
lashing against the window pain
softly moaning wind
as she exhales one more breath
like the shake of a baby’s rattle
as the sun shines
a doe with a sparkling eye
and her fawn
through the window pane
her family exhales
and holds the snapshot
of her death
2/4/2019
Silent One’s One Last Tear Contest
Reflections of God
I feel God’s presence when walking o'er hills
In nodding heads of golden daffodils
In fields of green and crystal waterfalls
In trees standing proud, statuesque and tall.
I hear God in vibrant sounds of the woods
In murmurs of the breeze and babbling brooks
I find Him in the glow of risen sun
Fresh days and fresh pages to write upon.
I sense God's love flow through charmed symphonies
In enchantment of choral melodies
I seek Him in the dewy morning mist
In the sky when it has been rainbow kissed.
God’s revealed in roosters crowing refrain
In rain dancing upon the window pane
I rejoice in nightfalls scenic display
Stunning sunsets taking one's breathe away.
There's not a fragrant rose in June that blooms
Nor stars twinkling brightly around the moon
No clouds adorning the canvas of sky
That doesn't send reflections of God on high.
In the morning I will sing of your love...
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19th October 2020
Your Personal Favourite Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L Milton Hankins