Long Pity Poems
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In my youth
I shot straight up like a hot bullet from the soil
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A fire lilly otherwise classified by its latin name: Lilium bulbiferum
My volcanic petals spewed tears of my dismay
Vulnerable to the winds of change, that the future brings
I was prone to hiding in the shadows
Limp, and weakened
My leafy hearts were trampled upon by erratic travelers, whose unpredictable destructive paths met mine
Then the winter came………..
It was here in fetal position in hibernation mode I stayed
It is always the hardest to create a positive personal change
I escaped from my quick sand sorrow prison of self pity
Like a mud puddle soaked retriever
Valiantly shaking off the muck of my self doubts
Free
Reborn
Hybrid of hope
Brighter than a glow worm
Specimen unknown
Undefinable soul
a Lily that is whole
Neon rainbow
My leafy hearts open to consuming the light
Blooming petals full of insight
Aromatic perfumes to soothe the soul
I am this, and
The lily that weathers through the storm
THIS .......... IS....................
JUST ANOTHER STORY OF metamorphosis
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of a regular human mr/ms/mrs anybody
Alone I lie, upon this cold tile floor,
a humble sock, once twinned— now twinned no more.
O cruel Spin Cycle, thou relentless wheel,
that tossed me from my mate with heartless zeal.
Where is my partner now? Dost he yet roam
the shadowed caverns ‘neath the dryer’s chrome?
Once were we two, a pair in woven grace,
matching in stripe, in purpose, and in place.
Together did we warm the traveler’s tread,
together faced the hamper’s rising dread.
But now~
now I am but a single thread of fate,
a lonely wanderer seeking out my mate.
What foot shall claim me? What drawer grant me rest?
What mortal hand restore what kismet hath oppressed?
O merciful buyer, hear my muted plea:
take pity on this sock bereft, yet brave.
Lift me from this sorrowed laundry sea,
and grant me purpose past the dryer’s grave.
For though I stand alone, my fabric worn~
still beats within my heel a hope reborn.
Notice how the stars
are pulling away from us,
and their light is less luminous?
I remember seeing them closer
than the flickering lightning bugs;
now even they fly to another universe...
An ever-changing universe
is an admonition of events
coming to an awful conclusion,
and as it extends further into infinity,
our fears grow too real to dispel mystery;
nights without stars
is a sea without sails,
pity the lonely moon staring in confusion...
The eclipse of the effulgent moon,in mid-winter,
covered the solar surface with obscurity,
even momentarily,we felt its density
and leaned on the edge of despair;
when light returned, hope was restored
in an ever-changing universe so vast and cold...
Only astronomy sees the changes
to enforce this belief on us,
and elucidates them with exact details;
and if we are deprived of perception:
we must tap our intuition
and flee with an ever-changing universe,
before every star disappears from our skies...
Copyright 2008 by Andrew Crisci
Looking back on my life
Wondering on my survival
From near Death to Life
Been criticized
Names called beyond my own
Shouted stupid to my face
I say how did I make it?
Wasn’t easy
No joke about it
Complexed to say the least
Sometimes I feel I am not respected and being outcast
Some people feel I should be Dead
They say I should be in a grave forgotten
There were times I felt I wanted to commit suicide
As a Writer/Poet devoted, but is it worth it?
I have been recognized at times, but no real tall order
Then I had to stop and really think about myself
My Grandmother would often say to me, God puts us all on Earth for a reason and purpose
Being created is no mistake nor by accident
A mission that God wants us to fulfill for him being his will
Encouraging someone else who is going through
No matter what people say or think
They can’t change who I am and why God put me here
They are stuck in their own jealousy, and don’t want me to accomplish nor succeed
God is leading me to proceed
Negativity from the rebel
I must stop putting myself down when God is helping me stand
All that matters is that I am favored by God and not the haters
To all the haters, find your place in life as mine is aligned today, tomorrow and well into the future
No more pity party for me
Just fulfill and live out
The Lord I live and die.
Gears to grind, grey grimace?
O ghoulish, gold to get?
Turtle, beneath carapace!
He who sleeps forgets!
The champion of the city?
A far off challenger?
This may not - Well, pity.
O for thee, sound! Sad? Sure...
Soul in care of, portal?
A sword will sort it out?
Heart blood, pump! Pour, poor pill!
Ravine rill runs the rout!
Fire-god, in a stern tall forge.
What there will we see?
Abyssal the chasm gorge!
Flickering flock, thy fee!
Guns atop the atoll?
This strategy worked when?
Downward plunge into thy hole!
O dragon, doom! Death! Den...
Rack of lamb for dinner?
Thy supper's sorely got.
O vampire, vine! The winner?
It couldn't be thee, thought.
Cold thy core, O bonfire?
It never seems to get.
Heaven and Hell, murk and mire!
Pinned down, O my pet!
Worry me no longer,
dry the dripping tears,
set aside the anger
cast away the fears.
Persecute me no longer,
with your wicked slapping tongue
stop drowning me in your agony
for I am way too young.
Stop your stupid crying fits,
Don't you fall apart
stop building all those dreadful walls
open up your blackened heart.
Quit looking at your reflection,
You're not perfect, you never were
just love yourself once again
take the bait, bite the lure.
Please, stop your pity party,
forget that they don't see
listen to your inner strength
Stop, and wake up me!
Jessica Thompson-5/19/14
When needs no longer pity your desire,
When face rarely smile to jokes so funny,
When stomach longs for food to fill its sack,
When beasts act like sheep justly to be fed,
Such needs burn out water to quench its fire...
Such face holds tears off while chasing money...
Such stomach pins pains to fasting attack...
Such beasts stage their gentleness to go red...
What else could needs help when desire can't stand.
What else would face smiles at when jokes ain't wealth.
What else can please stomach if food ain't grand.
What else will beasts act if calmness ain't stealth.
For the peace of tease to last nights of grace,
Then silence should be enough to set pace.
When all around sharp scattered fragments
of broken dreams bloodied my soul
and pierced every thought that dared
to take a step YOU lifted me.
When burdened by an unrelenting weight
of cold and ice and snow, I bent,
until my crown was buried,
frozen in the wood.
Sounds of snapping, crashing limbs
shattered on the crust and slid
against my brow yet YOU
hoped and waited for me
to stand tall once more.
When in a storm I faltered
too far too lost too gone
choking on waves of self pity
and regret YOU
stood on shore
and held a lamp high
until I followed
its golden glow HOME
And when I could not
with my own two arms
hold all of the pieces together
YOU wrapped your love
around all
and once more
I was whole ...
At the age of 85
I feel lucky to be alive
Many of my friends are dead
Molly, Jane and her husband, Fred.
Molly went raving mad
Visiting her was more than sad
She did not recognise me,
She asked me to bring her a cup of tea
I had to call a nurse
The nurse that answered
Looked very terse
She grabbed me by the arm and said
"Undress immediately and get back to bed."
Suddenly I could not breathe,
I buttoned my coat and hastened to leave
My friend Jane and her husband Fred,
Both died one night when getting ready for bed.
Fred unexpectedly passed out on the floor,
Jane died of fright at what she saw.
My friends are all dropping like flies,
My relatives too are doing likewise.
I am not looking for pity,
I think God has forgotten about me.
("Simple Mind", 2011, original acrylic)
For Bill
A day spent with you actively dying
Or rather in this case rapidly fading away
Almost ten decades weighing heavy
On all our hearts
Only to have you rally
Just as I’m leaving for home
To lonely dogs and my own bed
So we part on a lucid note
And Carol decides to stay
Something in your rattling breath
Saying it might be your last together
Out in the hall a fellow resident
You know, the one who wears all his hats
Stacked on his head
Wheels his chair around
Perennial coffee cup in hand
Eager to visit while everyone else
Remains firmly in their nests
A night owl fearful of sleeping
For fear of missing something
Not sure if or how he knows
We are here for you
And your lingering last day
He volunteers these words of consolation;
“He’ll get there eventually”
As if it’s the obvious destination
Of us all.
And I head home alone
Unsure what tomorrow will bring
But sure today will never be again
To dogs eager to come inside
Reluctant to sleep
And possibly miss something important
In the human world
To a wee dram of whisky
And a spin of George Harrison’s
Achingly beautiful classic
All Things Must Pass
“Forgetting to give back
Isn’t it a pity…”
So Bill
To your good health
In the moments that remain
And to your safe passage
Beyond all that remains
When the cup is drained
What once was full
Slainte Mhath!
(10/12/23)