Long Passing Poems
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Days passing on by
Nights sometimes I try
Finding the answers to the why
Seeking to find
Some piece of mind
Keep looking over here
Over there
Eventually, that is where I'm bound
Under the ground
Can't change
Nor rearrange
Always stays the same
Whosoever be to blame
Can't find Peace
No release
Forever in the dark
Can't find the park
What a lark
Night forever remains
Echoes in these chains
All parts that are the stains
Forever is the night
It's endless flight
The future that I see
Hearts no longer free
Hunger that can't be fulfilled
Your water is naturally distilled
All gets you killed
Wanking
Cranking
Man kind the living zombie, hiding in the night
Hiding from the light.
Taken without a fight
Lost is the light
The river of lost souls
Forever it flows
past my door
Wanting ....ever more...
City of enternal desire
Caused this fire
Forever it burns higher
Taking all
On a Tumbling fall
Never to end
The souls it does bend
To hell it will send
..Never to mend..
Used to be a part
A shattered heart
Mended
Winded
But not the same
Lost part of my brain
A dove
Unable to love
always the dirty white glove
Search you will find
Things that remind
Things better off left behind
Life....... there lies the stain
Getting it rubbed against the grain
Waiting
Waiting
No hate
Stepping beyond that simple fate
Empty of tomorrows
Of all the sorrows
Burned out desires
No spark of the fire
Embers has faded
Degraded
Burned away
.....Nothing left to say....
A young boy that loved the game
Would always practice and never rest
Because he always wished someday
To play with the very best
Dad and son played together
Bonding with games of catch
Both together for love of the game
Which no one else could match
Then one morning the man awoke
To go practice with his team
And when he arrived at the field
Its grass was an amazing green
It didn’t look in anyway close
To the way it was before
And his teammates were now all different
And there were so so many more
As he ran to take his position
His teammates caught his eye
They were all the baseball legends
That he was passing by
He thought how was it possible
That these greats were there to play
Because he knew that they were all
His heroes that passed away
He walked up to a player
Whom he knew to be Babe Ruth
To get an answer to what was happening
And he only wanted the truth
The great man thought the easiest way
For a young man who’d been playing since seven
Was to tell him that they were a player short
And he was needed in baseball heaven
The young man grinned with a child’s delight
And now knew he wanted to stay
Because God granted him more than his wish
He could now play with the best everyday
One day in dream I saw
in the lap of garden that
looked beautiful and green,
The flowers were painting colors on leaves
And butterflies were singing
with lovable beguiling tone.
Leaves of trees were making adorable music and
surroundings was perfuming
with breeze mild cold,
Entire garden was looking so enthralling
with the hip-hop that
colorful squirrel performed.
With the passing of time
Sun took rest behind the hill,
Before stars twinkling,
birds slept on the green carpet
changing into human they all,
And converting them into birds
the trees winged in the dense sky
making air nice chill.
Suddenly I got up from sleep
after hearing the morning whistle of crow,
Still trees were looking likes birds
And told me to make a garden of your own
by giving a massive wind blow.
To find equanimity in a barren world, this is all I ever sought
struggling with these two emotions, I've always fallen short
happiness and sadness are life's struggles, challenging the very best
but the power to control these two forces, only in you does it rest
Trying to cope with sadness, and the fears you wear
always forced to conceal, those scars you bare
your smiles and forgetfulness, an attempt to escape
contours of pain mapped your heart, you'll never reshape
Feeling like a trapped animal, with no where to hide
tears of loneliness, solitude, are what echoes inside
you seek for a glimmer, any happiness to behold
without it, your life, long ago would you have sold
Then you receive, an email from a friend
this hope renews, your heart may yet mend
demeanor now changes, giving you new meaning for life
sadness has been temporarily cut, as with a sharp knife
As time passes, soon enough your pain does return
and with this passing day, tears again that burn
so once again you're stuck, a new device you seek
to remove this unpleasantness, feelings so bleak
Never ending cycles of discontent, this your daily chore
getting a handle to deal with it, or at least to ignore
a new sun will rise this day, from beyond that far shore
and with it a new happiness, may once again come to fore
In the stillness of a clear summer eve
I gaze upon eternity's countless stars
Amazed at the vastness of space
Who am I on such a scale?
What is living life?
Where do I exist?
Why am I here?
When will we know?
When? when...
I exist for I live
Or do I?
Am I just a passing thought
A slight indigestion
A low wind
Of an bored dreamless Being?
Suffering from insomnia
From the constant murmurs
Of billions upon billions
Of tiny souls voicing prayers
Begging for mercy
Pleading for blessings
Asking for vengeance
Billions and billions of sounds
Twinkle into the heavens as stars
Disrupting tranquility
Disturbing balance
Destroying cosmic tones of harmony
Deluding truth
Detesting self guilt for forgiveness
When will we know?
I close my eyes and sigh
Blinking back at the twinkling of star dust
That spirals waves of light
Like beads of glass hope
Shattering into shards of broken visions
Stinging the sweat upon my face
With wisps of coolness of night's air
I sit up and stare back
At the greatness of space
When will we know... Happiness
When I was a little boy I grasped my sisters hands
When we would sing and dance in circles
When the day was done and evening was fun
When mom and dad would laugh together
When neighbors came over to visit
When friends joined the circle
When dogs would jump and bark with joy
When time was innocent and simple
When life was easy as a smile
When happiness visited us often
When we knew love by being loved
When we knew love ...
When we knew.
Together for a final night
Holding you close and tight
Time passing on this night
Wanting to love with all my might
Lying in bed, your longing in sight
Hiding our secret, no need for a light
To love each other, it's been our right
Caressing your face, your love is bright
A kiss on the forehead, it's my only delight
So unexpected, gave you a little fright
Hours of the evening, it's not our fight
For our time together, it'll be our eternal delight
Wanted to love with all my final might
But time passed on that final night
Held you close with one final tight
Parted from being together on our final night
I went for a swim early one summer morning in the ocean
The waves were rough, crashing with powerful motion
As I dove into the waves, I lost my balance and hit my head
I choked on salt water, couldn’t catch my breath as I bled
I struggled with the current, being pulled out as I sank
Deeper under the water, fighting as more salt water I drank
I knew then I was passing out and was starting to drown
No one is out here, I hope someone sees me, comes around
I then opened my eyes and saw a beautiful woman with long glistening hair
She had an angelic face, a perfect physique and glittery blue fins she did wear
She warmly smiled as she grabbed my hands and pulled me into an embrace
She then swam me to shore and quickly left me on the beach in a safe place
A lifeguard came running to my rescue and started to press on my chest
I came to while coughing out salt water, feeling exhausted, needing to rest
I asked if he saw the beautiful mermaid on the beach who rescued me today
The lifeguard laughed and said no, and that my delirium will soon go away
9/21/19
Contest: MERMAIDS Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Death comes to all, including the passing of time
Encapsulated within are lessons and memories
Some are best forgotten that we can learn from
Only if we are willing to learn we may understand
Leaving things as they were cannot keep going on
As we will keep making the same mistakes again
Time to take stock of what we truly want to leave
Is the memories that tomorrow generation knows
Opportunities are bountiful from learning rightly
Nothing can't be undone if there is still the time
Only we can now have the impact of tomorrow's
Free for our future generations to keep moving
Tomorrow, it may not be as bright as it was today
It is still an opportunity for us to make a change
Memories will also change our past mistakes
Even when time is finally over for each one of us
Author Dana Redricks
June 11, 2023
You are beautiful, and so fine, you are continually on my mind. You light a passion so deep. You're like candy that is hard to reach, yet I crave you day and night. Your eyes light up like diamonds in the sky, and your smile shines bright like the sun. Your voice is like music to my ears, and your laugh makes my heart skip a beat. You are the light that guides me through the darkest of times, and the warmth that comforts my soul. You are the definition of beauty, and the epitome of grace. I am blessed to have you in my life, and you will always hold a special place in my heart. I love you more with every passing moment, and I will continue to love you for all eternity. You are beautiful, and so fine, and I am forever grateful that you are mine.
I should think I do not need to dream anymore
For all my boyish dreaming has borne nothing,
I cannot carry out my motivating visions, so
I should quit having those fruitless hallucinations.
Once I dreamed that I would be a barrister
Someday after my troubled academic progress,
But I’m aging and still fighting flaws of character
That prevent my being anyone of note in this life.
Maybe I should live each godsend day as it comes
And peacefully forsake the folly of dreams that pay little,
To live like one without any definite dreams or terms
Till perhaps I get chocked by some delicious stuff someday.
I strictly will not dream of being anything in future
For I simply want to do cheap things that make me happy,
I forever want to be young and I just do not want to mature,
So that I can savor the thrills that entertain a juvenile heart.
Let the luckier breed continue to dream of a big brighter future,
I’ll only write sad poems and savor every passing moment’s pleasure.