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Sadly
Story
Lionel Derbyshire
The heart can make the tears in the eyes delicious when you go to memory.
And then when Christmas came
I hoped for more
But all I got was an orange
There was a lot more
I hoped for..
The intake for war ended
And Spring came to blend
It's fruit..
The day had it's trials
And the night was long
I saw the orange on the tree
And the orange I pealed
Waiting for a bite
I swallowed hard
The orange went down
My stomach felt filled
And the juice
Went to my eyes
The rind burnt my tongue
And strong I felled.
Another bite I took
The juice ran down
My lips
It tasted sweet or sour
It was a Christmas time
No money was not mine
I was 6 years old.
I only had
A bite of orange
So devine
And wanted more.
I knew Daddy would
Bring more off the war
And then a stranger came
Who became a friend
But told me our Father
Was dead
Pang !
A stab of pain
And on that night
Rolling tears
Put me to asleep
Sadly..
And on that night
Mom hugged me tight
As if I was part of her body.
are the words of an old man stronger than a contract?
is a tear for another known as human contact?
do you know where you have really been today?
a flawless woman of the earth fashioned by clay
the words under my breath I wish I said aloud
those who don’t want to conform but still go with the crowd
a lovers phone forever hanging off the hook
the blank pages you never wrote down in your life’s book
a darkroom photographer anticipating the emerging print
the missing word riddle given without a hint
when a drawing leaps from the page its resting in
a robin abandons the place her eggs were nesting in
watching a wall of rain move over the grazing field
an orange left rotting because it was never pealed
two morning lovers waiting for the rising sun to appear
the unemployed father ordering another beer
the light left on in the window of the eleventh floor
the man who can never escape the carnage of war
some things to ponder and some that I’ve just realized
the pure portrait of life doesn’t always have to be idealized
Today, alone, and near despair,
my heart nigh crushed by this world's cares,
I stumbled, blinded by hot tears,
through bitter valleys, dark with fear,
my tortured mind the while was wrung
by memories of this I'd done.
or said, or thought in careless haste,
of days and years all gone to waste.
An arrow, sharp, burned in my breast;
I strove to thrust it from my chest.
to stone it clung like Arthur's sword
relinquished only to its lord,
I thought not how my life to spare:
if God would only hear my prayer
and grant me absolution, free.
If He would simply hear my plea.
I sought and found the empty room
I had shared with Christ; faint perfume
still lingered. Strange it seemed, and yet,
through all the years, did I forget
the Presence and the peace found here?
Earth has no equal anywhere.
The room was dark with curtains drawn;
there was no fire to keep it warm.
My weary vision came to rest
upon a heap of metal pressed
into a corner, dark and dank;
when comprehended, my heart sank.
The terror of the truth revealed!
A holy horror round me pealed;
Each tone tolled forth a truth sublime
to prove me guilty of my crime.
Beneath the dust of days gone by
in rags and rust I'd let it lie,
my Christian armor. Now I faced
the verdict at the judgment place.
The burning in my heart increased;
the yearning would not find release
till as I looked into the eyes
of Him my soul so long defied,
awaiting sentence, just reward,
I met the mercy of my Lord.
The arrow burning in my heart--
from God's own quiver came its art;
it was evidence most dear, divine,
that I am His and He is mine.
Not earth , not hell, nor Heaven above
could separate me from such love.
I had never known a wound so kind,
and love like His I could not find
along the byways I had trod:
it is in the Kingdom of our God.
There all are warriors, bold and brave;
there all must give just as He gave.
I knelt, His knight, with armor on,
the tears were mended, rust was gone.
"I ask one favor as I go
to serve Thee, Lord; Thy love to show:
ah, never from my breast, I pray,
take this Thy would of love away.
Based on Ephesians 6:10-18
© 1987, Faye Lanham Gibson
In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle
Bereft beyond the point of caring if I lived or died
My eyes were scarlet, burning from tears I'd cried
But they became transfixed, immutable on a fire stoked
for my normally tenuous demeanor had been provoked
I was a genteel lady, who demurely acquiesed to love
but it was time for me to throw down the gauntlet glove
I was chafed by what had been just an interlude for him,
an escapade, a mere dalliance, a rascally romantic whim
I drew a rough sketch; in likeness of my vagabond swain
an abstract portrait, in Picasso's style, the face of my bane
Black eyes were hollow, blind orbs that would never see
that his triflling peccadillo tryst was a brutal betrayal to me
The painting was delivered as twelve bells pealed midnight
I watched as he unfolded it, but carefully kept out of sight
A formidable opponent I had become to his knavish ways
By moonlight I saw his face turn pale; his eyes were glazed
* November 3, 2017*
Eight Word Challenge-5
Hosted by John Hamilton
8 Words required were: Brittle Immutable Formidable
Tenuous Interlude Sketch Bereft Demurely
Grown up gaunt and ghostly?
Forlorn, forgotten, few.
Holy is the host? Well, see...
Day of wrath, thy dew.
Warlord, hold the highest ground?
Strongest in the sound!
Giant, issue from thy mound!
Blight them with thy bound!
Tyrant of the battlefield?
Come back on thy shield?
Only if the wound's unhealed!
Thunder, how you pealed!
Mercy? Full the harvest moon!
Tympani, thy tune!
Rampart castle, cast the rune!
Bane, bone, bind the boon!
Epic end to story?
O human race, take heed:
Morning, hast thou glory?
Prisoner doomed, just plead...
Bad? Give over what you had?
Storm gods, send thy cloud!
Make the devil mighty glad!
Burial, thy shroud...
You might not remember; it was so long ago.
Our memories devise tricks to flush away pain.
But I walk here in the alleys of remorse
During the darkening final days of the year.
I seek to atone for my neglect, all my plunder.
Our life was torn asunder; all my hollow thunder.
I hunger now for any light; it is true.
But I taste your ghostly wounds in the night stew.
Some of my stages of shame perpetually replay.
No amends, no expression of regret relieves them.
Hedonism never realized its promise of pleasure,
A sugarcoated cereal deadening life’s flavor.
Roaming alone through twisting backstreets.
Survival crawled by irritable, temperamental, impersonal,
My sharp edges and dim wit drove me out of bounds.
I was a delinquent turned out at all the sanctuaries.
I lay in exhaustion, my head in my arms.
Something pealed, yes, some sort of carillon
Again, again, chiming, crystal tones climbing.
Notre Dame, Westminster Abby,
A chorus of cathedral bells tolling, extolling
Clear harmonies rolling, springing, showering,
Towering, overpowering, a new belonging,
A new donging, a new righting of wrongs.
Here, spontaneous essence self-assembles,
Deepest being chiming, dinging in time,
The flood and flurry of bells rain down on me.
I can never repair my failed fragments
Returning like a tiresome uncle.
But perhaps I can thrive, fully alive.
Ringing and pinging, singing of my new self.
For all I have failed to be,
I celebrate my outpouring of love,
my season of rapture.
Tossed into the stormy ocean
when life struck another blow
brined, devoid of all emotion
lost child from Land of Goshen
drowning in the ebb and flow
dragged to depths by undertow
Blind eyes were opened to the past
of stains, blemishes carried long
feint with sorrow, my fate cast
gasping for air, I breathed my last
Lyrics pealed from Savior's song
absolving me for rebellious wrongs
Gentle hands touched my feet
binding chains of sin were broken
Satan bellowed and roared in defeat
"Taste blood's wine until replete."
Was the Son of God who had spoken
to me on the beach when I had woken
Life rescued by the kind mercy of Him
cleansed when I'd been washed ashore
He whispered to me, "You can swim."
Angelic voices rose in requiem
Echoes from above, then nothing more
Naked, but for the robe of white I wore
April 21st, 2017
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
Landscape weary, our eyes teary, the earth stood still
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
Mourners came from nearby towns and far-flung dells
Haunting eulogies, by a lonely gravestone on a hill
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
Mom broke down, wept in her gown; she wasn't well
Her life's love stolen, it took a toll on her good will
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
Brother Skip, his lip he bit, emotions quelled
Took his cap off, sadly doffed, his blood now chilled
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
As for me --Long I wept, heart windswept, at this death knell
Against my will, my protests shrill, an all-too-bitter pill
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
As we shoveled the dirt, our souls hurt, a giant felled
Rain began to fall, soaked us all, each drop so shrill
We all did cry when Father died, when pealed the bells
Life bereft of meaning, withered plain of empty shells
Mostly sunny today, hot
With a high of ninety two
Chance of precipitation later on
Possibility of severe weather in some places
Though the sun shone brightly and skies were blue
Scattered thunderstorms were expected too
An easterly wind gently blew
As nomadic clouds floated through
But later that day dark clouds loomed
A roar of thunder underscored the gloom
The sky lit up with lightening strikes
Water poured down like a broken dike
The howling wind sounded like a train
approaching, speeding towards our terrain
We could hear its destructive fury
Tornado touching down as for cover we scurried
Thunder pealed and skies were gray
Destruction struck that very day
A mighty wind fiercely blew
A deadly tornado had just roared through
contest name: weather forecast
contest by: Joy Wellington
Remember me in the coldness of a February moon
Remember me with the roses that bloom in June
Remember me when your thoughts stray
Remember me a little each night and day
Life's a journey does it ever really end
True love always beats within
The sadness we feel will slowly be pealed
By the happiness of memories we reveal
Remember me with a tear that fades
Remember me with a smile that stays
Remember me as you go on
Remember me and live strong
If I fail to be all you need
In your heart please forgive me
For you where my strengh my soul
With your love in peace I go
Remember me in a starry night
Remember me in sunshine so bright
Remember me as you pray
Remember me for united we will be one day