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One day beyond mourning, a new sun to shine
a promise remade, not a cloud in the sky
One day beyond mourning, your spirit still warm
your flesh now at rest, on the hill past the barn
One day beyond mourning, the bed sheets unfold
your shadow uncovered, and now mine to hold
One day beyond mourning, the sun in my eyes
new words in my heart—a mockingbird cries
One day beyond mourning, my soul free to roam
your paintings surround me, among them I’m home
One day beyond mourning, I walk to the field
our blanket still hanging, the oak that concealed
One day beyond mourning, I reset my sights
the day I’ll rejoin you, that heavenly flight
One day beyond mourning, all will broken free
my name on the wind—as you call out to me
(Villanova Pennsylvania: September, 2016)
They love to take long walks along the beach before the sun’s first light
A mother, father and their daughter…while the sky’s still filled with night.
On their walk one morning …they hadn’t traveled vary far
when their daughter pointed to the heavens and said, “Look! A shooting star!”
As they walked a little farther down the beach…was it luck…
or something Fate had planned…
for shimmering in the moonlight…was a starfish…in the sand.
“I wonder,” their daughter said, “If this is the same star we saw shooting across the night?”
Her mom and dad both smiled, “We think you could be right.”
“What are we going to do?” Their daughter said as she began to cry.
“How do we get this fallen star…back into the sky?”
“The solution is quite simple.” Her parents said. “Pick that star up…tenderly…wade out into the water and place it in the sea.”
“You needn’t fret or worry…If that star’s a her or him…
for every star is born with the ability to swim.”
“And each arm of a starfish is created with its own eye…
which will help to guide him on his journey to where the ocean meets the sky.”
“And once she reaches her destination…when the time is right
that star will rejoin all the other stars that brighten up our night.”
The daughter did as we was told…and when she was back on land and dry
She said, “I’m pretty sure when I let her go I saw her wave goodbye.”
They love to remember the smile on their daughter’s face…
as across other shores they roam…
The day their daughter helped a fallen star….
find it’s way back home.
I am young a mere nineteen
That is why she is still my dream
No matter how I try to forget the pain
I always see my beloved slain
She was a cute girl and I a stupid boy
For some reason I mused her to some joy
We held hands and played kid games
We never knew what time would bane
The last I saw her she smiled and waved
If only I had known. I could have saved
My heart and soul goes to her today
I owe her a debt I can't repay.
When my time comes to an end
I will rejoin my family and friends
Most of all I would like to see
My young sweetheart King, Genevieve
I shed a tear now and again
With memories of a dear friend
Oh, higher power watch over my angel
If that means I burn in hell
So be it! My should she has and better still
For I will fight to any hill
Conquer all! Defeat the masses
Struggle forever until I am ashes
Don my armor, shield, and sword
My fight in hell against a horde
Will last until the end of time
That I promise before I die
Form:
Her eyes never leave
the moonlit horizon.
She will wait
an eternity, if she must.
She paces
as the tides
crash forth, then recede
back to the ocean.
Only memories
return here.
The ship departing
from the docks,
the sun sparkling
on the water,
a pair of dolphins
jumping
through the surface.
They had seen it
while in each other's arms.
Yet, now they
are distant
memories.
The sky turned ominous,
dark waters
engulfed the ship.
Everything went dark,
they lost sight
of each other
beneath the churning waves.
Her lungs
filled with salt water
as she desperately
gasped for air,
for life.
She drowned
the same day he did.
Her soul
washed ashore
along with her
cold, lifeless body.
She remains
here,
haunting the coast.
Her feet leave
no imprints
in the sand.
She moves
with the wind,
drifts upon it,
like sea-foam
atop the waves.
The dark water
flows
through her
transparent form.
Her spirit's heart glows,
shining outward
like a lighthouse beacon
showing him the way
back
to her arms.
She is waiting
for him
to rejoin her.
He will return
just as she has.
Written by: Kelly Deschler October, 10th, 2013
This was originally written for Poetess Darkly's contest -
"Heart Of The Sea"
Romeo’s left bereft, ill tidings his Juliet’s dead
Kneels beside, placing a kiss upon her head
Trembling in despair, she feels so cold,
Decides to search the afterlife, rejoin her soul
Chalice of poison, sits upon tables near
Drinks it down, whilst choking back tears,
A destroyed man, desperate beyond woe
These his final words, so my story goes
First time we met, I finally felt whole
Oh what tenderness, sweet longings behold
Those beautiful eyes, captured my heart
When you spoke, an angels voice took it apart
We shut out feuding memories, kept open minds
Our families mutual hatred, was all cast behind
Sharing real dreams, whilst walking alone
Healing raw scars, etched into our bones
Looked at each other, only beauty was seen
Now a past reflection, of what could’ve been
Why are we in hell, condemned for no crime
Our life was heaven, even the stars realigned
Tomorrow was predestined, then faded away
Now I lay here moribund, beside you, today
As Romeo drew his last breath, Juliet awoke
Somehow she heard, loving words he just spoke
Darling Romeo lies dead, limp by her side
Utter tragedy befell, on the turn of one tide
Without hesitation, she unsheathed his sword
From Juliet’s broken heart, blood starts to pour
Placed her arms around him, in gentle embrace
Finally together, never again shall they awake
What purpose holds sorrow, when love ends in vain
Death the only known antidote, to kill undying pain.
By
David Kavanagh
There is a place, quite far from here;
Where bushes hide a lonely bench;
A redundant swing accompanies;
Both sheltered by o'erhanging trees;
Like a whisper in the dark.
At night time we were often there;
Would hear few passers-by go by;
Never knowing our true bent;
Little guessing we were present;
In this realm we came to love.
We'd be entwined in nature's lair;
A starlit night embraced our state;
We laid out dreams, ambitious plans;
Held tight as though time's speeding hand;
Would heave us out into the cold.
As chanceless lovers we would fear;
That bitter-sweet imposing fate;
That hour to come where we should leave;
That sacred covenant of trees;
And thus rejoin the human fold.
(on rhyme, and Its refusal)
Nature does not govern; she proceeds,
a rhythm older than our needs,
sufficient without plan or plea,
exact where we refuse to be.
Conditions hold while balance stays;
disturb the cadence—systems fray.
No warning rises, none is sent;
the cost arrives as consequence.
We learned to count, to name, to prove,
mistook precision for the move.
Laplace reduced the sky to parts
and mistook silence for an art.
Entropy kept faithful time,
charging loss for borrowed form.
Nothing vicious in the rate—
only patience we misnamed as fate.
Gaia tuned the seas and air
by feedback, not by thought or care.
The world endured because it flowed,
not because it could be known.
Then entered us, with finer knives,
dividing rhythm into lives,
cutting measure into rule,
calling interruption “control.”
Here the poem breaks—
not from error,
but excess.
Too much intelligence.
Too much correction.
Too many hands improving what was not broken.
The leaf retains its visible design:
vein, pigment, geometry.
The exchange is gone.
No method restores it.
No theory forgives the cut.
Animals meet limits by resistance alone.
They stop.
They yield.
They remain.
We persist.
Nature does not punish.
She withdraws coherence.
Climate keeps the account.
Chemistry enforces the terms.
Extinction enters without malice—
only completion.
What cannot rejoin
its sustaining rhythm
does not return whole.
The law does not ask
whether the cut was careful.
The law continues.
When you call me a beast, when you spit venom..
How can i love you? No: i shall die.
I saw your ships and people waiting for us;
so i waited too.
But my heart, my heart of all hearts,
did not like the sight of you, and went home
with no expectations, with the ghosts of all
your love boats gone; my heart of all hearts
will not believe.
The sun you showed me never rose again.
i am sad.
He puts himself in his little chair to read and leaves
to rejoin the hot sweat of the earth.
i saw him.
And he put his little eyes upon me.
i asked him to read my story.
i said i am writing it for you.
He took off his glasses.
Now i see that he is not a prince but a monkey.
His legs are crooked.
And his eyebrows are three sizes too big.
And his hair is black and white; his eyes are bright
yellow and red; and so the purple moustache and
the blue flowers that grow from his finger tips;
flesh he must peel with his fingers
or his teeth.
Oh, he said. (he says) You should not be afraid to write a story.
Writing is a little like being raped.
There is one girl in every house
and one girl in every room
and one girl in every
and one girl in the cubicle
of the toilet; and they are all my victims.
She does not want to be my victim;
but she is being my victim.
What is rape?
You think it is to carry a lock of hair.
What is rape?
When the pain of living is so strong
that there is no room for love.
Or they take away the most beautiful birds,
the creatures that fly and the animals with wings,
but leave the things that have no life,
like a spider or a fly or a dandelion,
to carry its seeds into the street
(she is my lover) to be eaten by rats and lice,
to live it is life in the straw of the morning air.
What is rape?
To take away the kisses, the eyes, the mouth,
the tenderness of your cheeks, the tiny lips,
to rape your body when your love is not in it.
I did not know this love, but now it is my burden
and it is my fault.
This is the meaning of its life in the straw of the morning air.
What is rape? To take away the kisses, the eyes, the mouth,
the tenderness of your cheeks, the tiny lips, to rape your body
when your love is not in it.
I did not know this love, but now it is my burden
and it is my fault.
This is the meaning of Life within flesh.
:: 01.19.2021 ::
~~WELCOME DAYS AUTUMN FALLS
Oh!! the radiances;
Brillants colors all;
Brighter colors all;
Light and lime greens,
oranges, reds, browns and bronze;
I'm in AWE...
Tis Autumn;
As I fall for fall;
It's all;
So crisp somewhat cool;
As I fell for fall;
I heed Mother Nature;
I embrace her she surrounds me within her shaw;
Tis Autumn;
As I fall for fall;
It's all;
I'm in AWE...
Cool early morning breeze;
I welcome in again the thaw;
Smooth breezy clean breeze;
Again, I rejoin in it so;
I stop in, I stall..
As I say to the sparrow and passing squirrel;
Welcome days autumns fall;
9/22/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr, © 2018
You arrived on a splendid December day, as I recall.
I relived when we came home; I let out a large sigh.
I put my elbows on the overhang facing a mountain wall.
I sighed again vowed to be with you till you rise to the sky.
I sighed as we had to migrate to find a brighter future.
However, you are scared to chime out of your safety zone.
I sigh when you left our house and rejoin with your ruder.
My frequent sighs are for the sake of my child's shone.
At the point when you chose to wed, I hopped for bliss.
You acted accurately in picking a high erudite young lady.
Recall your cracked tone telling me you had a boy you relish.
"I'm relocating for my child," you sighed as I moved away.
If time was a ritual and you were doled of a gold spoon.
I would be careless if I denied your grace to the moon.
Some emotions, such as rain, are as rare as a typhoon.
Candor and anxiety of others are expected when done.
Father, you may not attempt to strive or be dispersed.
You are an idealist; that hurts me to witness your sigh.
Halting and the peak of the emotion are vividly defined.
From the heart, I'm yet motivated by facts and nigh.
I sigh as I ponder on the past with suffering.
When I'm in front of my parents grave, I cry.
I sigh again as I reckon of individuals in my living.
My sigh was a combination of relief and ecstasy.
Written July 11, 2021