Long Remorse Poems
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unspoken ~
the siren of sour-ice sunsets
hangs on the cusp of kismet ~
tied with swarovski threads
of viper-thorns and
sinful solstice seasons ,
I, the mistress of the snake,
slither with the minstrel ,
laying the cobra crown
of ash feathers ~
on your elysian epitaph
where the solaris weeps
and esoteric emeralds sigh …
O blush opal love …
you were my Ouroboros ~
in the skin of seven-scaled saint,
the snake biting its tale
forming forever sparks
of flaming rose rings ~
as eternity emanated healing
on sapphire heart-fire,
surfing on the crest of the sea
with coconut-scented kayaks
that reach beyond
the endlessness of the earth ,
and there was still
a lore of life lulled
by devil-oysters
and ocean-dragons
until death fed
upon what never felt alive …
I reminisce the mists
of medieval romance ~
rippling in your rage
as remorse remained weary
and the clouds
spilled a thousand secrets
soaked with teal and topaz,
this moon-water
became a venom song,
shean and slippery ~
with sarcastic notes
bleeding in velvet,
and the fangs of the fortnight
remained fatal
with their fever of fixation …
but … maybe
our longing is a myth
a reincarnated taboo,
flowing in psychedelic papers ~
like a tributary aching to meet
the soul of silver ink ~
because a torn canvas
is two paintings
consumed into one …
as if, pulses of the lost
dwell between
the diamond edges
becoming twin-flame breaths ~
and the sun sighs
defeated by the
ancestral spirits
hanging low
within the smudge
of liquid sins
in the sky drenched
with smokey blood
of the dusk and the dawn …
in this pathological
heist of premordial passion ~
let the kiss of the serpent
exhume me …
let the python primroses
dress the infancy
of affection that could
not come true …
because,
I'm seduced by the stars
without a script ,
love-drunk on desire
as you melt my tears
into your sweet fire ~
where I blemish …
within wrinkled ache
betrayed … and buried
beneath the pearls you left for me …
Hey, that's me
Man, I was cute as I could be
If only I was a girl with my blue eyes and curly curls
Maybe that could've been me
Yo, that's me
Man, I was fast as I could be
If only I was a black kid that ran fast as I did
Maybe that could've been me
Ha, that's me
Man, I was funny as I could be
If only they laughed me instead of my a.d.d.
Maybe that could've been me
Yes, that's me
Man, I was smart as I could be
If only they seen the potential in me
Maybe that could've been me
Wow, that's me
Man, I was destin as I could be
I would of made a great daddy
Maybe that could've been me
Well, that's me
Man, of the man I could of been
If I only had a friend in the end
If only they had the chance to really know me
Maybe that could've been me, a happy me, a wealthy me, a better me
Maybe that could've been me
The me I was truly ment to be
I have penned that I write for the pleasure,
Not the wealth or the fame I might possibly gain,
But in hopes that when somebody reads me,
He'll enjoy and remember my name.
And I may get you yet, "Poet Laureate",
I'll have all the requirements, I'm sure:
I'll have lived;
I'll have loved;
Suffered pain and remorse;
And that one other thing, now, what is it?
Oh, yes,
I'll have various volumes of verses, of course.
In my life I may not have achieved much,
But something tells me, P.L., you're my due,
Though I missed out on Oscar, and Tony, and Emmy,
I have faith in myself,
So that space on the shelf
I'll keep dusted and waiting for you.
He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries
Are drowned
No small farm needing
More than one mutt.
His reddish brown brother
Had been our first choice
We were left , my father-in-law's choice,
With the black and white collie.
Now his residence would be
A Scottish housing estate
We all grew to love him
I became his alpha male
How his ears would prick up
And he would sit attentively
At the window,
Awaiting my usual time of arrival
With a welcome where,
With tail wagging furiously
His paws would reach up to my chest
As he sought to lick my face
From strength to strength he grew
A tireless walker,chewer of carpets
Chaser of sticks and thief of Sunday roasts
How we all used to smile
When he darted to the opposite end of the room
Whenever my son burst into tears.
This had to be his way
Of saying,"Don't blame me."
He was right at home
Running round the street
With a gaggle of kids
He found his true metier
On returning to the farm
Where he was born
For two days he sat
And watched his brother
Bringing in the cows
And then relieved him
Of his duties
This task he performed
With great gusto
While his brother skulked off
Glad to be relieved
Of his daily chore
He was so much at home
On the farm
Revelling in the freedom,
Enjoying the work
And he was so much bigger
And more energetic than his brother
Tragedy struck
On our return home
Tied to the garage door
To keep him from getting
Under my wife's feet
Meant he could not run away
When a little girl kept blowing
In his face
Self-defence saw him
Nipping her in the neck.
That is what sealed
His death warrant
Gloom settled over our home
That nip might have been fatal
Fatal it was for him
The death sentence was passed
That last long walk
Was our rush to judgment.
We walked slowly
His head hung low
Never had I known
Him so quiet
He entered the killing room
Unflinching and calm
The vet's needle did the deed
Seeing his young body
Stretched lifeless
On that cold dark slab
Has burned my soul
With remorse
Ever since
Golden Boys light years Time Jacks crossbows
The source of regret is sometimes best known by its own remorse
Gords are cheaper to manufacture then glass jars
Fragrance Arura sight sound taste hear feel speak
Pronounce the Miracle as it is performed
Drains the rain as its poured down
Kinetic Energy Telekinesis levitation strong pulls
Omens dreams vision The Spirit is no greater than its DEliverance my sons
Hostess night caps A prideful man boast more
Legends give hope so that all men may learn from them
Stories are more than just passed down they are lived only for a moment
IMagine memorize overcome the spells she has casted on those
Numbers add up sometimes if they don't than go slow
Memories of childhood haunt most of us because the pulls often last longer
Virtual reality is a comparison too that often called Ghost ghouls
Westernly southbound points to the North Pole
Leaning towards the battle zone endurance is what we pray for
Last minute love,
You left me speechless in this heartless town
From high above
You left me broken and unspoken with a frown
However, you haven’t hurt my heart yet…
You haven’t hurt me with remorse and regret
It was just rebellion kind of love
Let’s face it…
It’s nothing to be ashamed of
Just fight it…
I was young and foolish…
I belong with the rest of the fish
But, this rebellion inside
Made me feel broken pride
Now, where do I hide?
With this rebellion inside?
An evanescent pasture I couldn’t find…
If you can be so kind,
Find me a foolish way to endure — I’m just so blind…
Where do I hide?
This rebellion inside?
It was just rebellion kind of love
Let’s face it…
It’s nothing to be ashamed of
Just fight it…
I was young and foolish…
I belong with the rest of the fish
But, this rebellion inside
Made me feel crucified…
I’m sorry I’m left behind
An evanescent pasture I couldn’t find…
If you can be so kind,
Find me a foolish way to endure — I’m just so blind…
Where do I hide?
This rebellion inside?
One day later
My ego is protected
All the pain deflected
From the hurt you caused
An eye for an eye; zero pause
You cut my tongue; I take your eyes
Count and pray on my demise
Until I rise like an eagle
Up to heaven; the angel of evil
Hurting more
One week later
My eye bawls blood
Soaked my hands, skin scrub
But the mark will never fade
The sinner's brand; you claimed
Demons stalk me at midnight
Till dusk to dawn is a fight
Curses etched on my wall
The thorns start to crawl
Hurting more
One month later
Thorns crowning and piercing through
Penance; the karmic coup
No justice has been made
But baptised; in blood I bathed
New face; new name
Old sins; same game
The same inner war
Same man, hurting more
Hurting more
One year later
I'm soaked head to toe
Facing the red soaked path below
Towards a future clouded by guilt
From the monster I had built
Hurting more
Hurting forevermore
With the winding weary wings spread wide,
I fly aimless in the turbulent air of discontent,
across the fading hues of the ruined rainbow,
where I get caught in the clutch of curling storm clouds.
The silver lines disappear in the drape of darkness,
where I see the birth of the rueful rain drops
drain into the debris of shattered sky that falls,
making the torrential tears of the melancholic night.
My vision turns into opaque onyx of obscurity,
can't see though the mangled maze of time and space.
I whirl in the sanguinity threshold within storm vortex,
get dumped in the depth of depression,
where dreams demolish and hopes splinter,
the shards of the wrecked mind drift to desolate deluge.
I close my wounded wings in agony,
the gloomy gust takes me to the realm of remorse.
That’s when after the storm-torn distraught night,
the divine dawn blooms with sunburst splendor.
The seraphic shine enters my soul on the beam of bliss,
unfurls my folded wings in the devout air of submission.
So, in the vastness of the inner serene sky I fly again,
across the calm continuum of eternal peace,
for it is to be the only way designed for me
to traverse tranquil the tumultuous life.
In magical verses weave your fated heart's request,
With metaphors holding the shy choir of light abreast,
When hearts corroded by hatred in barrenness rest,
And chains of thought whip gently the gentle flight's zest.
If you are to regain control once more,
When friends of yesteryear were but a lore,
Whose drab garments through time emphatically wore,
But forgiveness you've secreted from its core.
And if in hope you can stand upright,
Not raising armor before the liar’s project slight,
When rage whispers edicts as if to indict,
Melt it in calm, with spirit bright.
Show the world whole your portrait fair,
No masks, no regret, laid bare,
And if you dream of deep breaks in despair,
May you not become in others' lives a dismal seer.
When eternity throws its cold shadow in your corner's crease,
You should gaze with eyes that do not buckle under time’s caprice.
Every living moment in time's palm surely will not cease,
On the heart's scale, they demand to be released.
If you can listen when the truth is spoken,
Alien and shifted in a world that's been broken,
And to persist through the common lies outspoken,
To find faith beneath the frothy spray's token.
If you dare face decay’s embrace without dread,
Avoiding the gilded pleasure's feigned spread,
And in autumn whispers feel your stern fall ahead,
In the poverty of a sky that once display had fed.
Risk carrying on the die heavy, precious pearls,
Wager all that you've got for a fleeting twirl,
And then, whoever you are, learn not to hurl hopes like chaff,
Your failures become a path leading to something more sacred, more daft.
Endure, in a feeble body, remorse and persistence,
Wearing a smile as a shield, melting the tormenting ice of existence.
Cherish the moment that remains in unending instance,
With a soul lined in armor's silent resistance.
If you can fill the silences in empty spaces,
When shattered times speak with yesterday's faces,
Replenish them with fresh sparks among the disgraces,
Then you will build from seconds, unbroken traces.
And the Earth shall through you be magnified,
And all that writhes in its infinite tide,
And in this great shaken, you'll uncover as scribed,
That you're a whole man, not just a soul that's been pried,
Not part of the herd whose times have dried,
But master of the strength from your own dream derived.
Incessant taxes, an unyielding bane,
A weight that crushes, a burden I sustain,
As a citizen, I bear this mantle,
To uphold my patriotic crown.
And yet, the taxes rise unceasingly,
A relentless pursuit of my earnings, unyielding,
I must file my returns before the deadline,
Lest I'm penalized, and my fortune declines.
My record is spotless,
Never tangled in the law's thorny mess,
But the government robs me blind,
Like it's their right, and they are so inclined.
Heavy borrowing, rampant looting,
Now I carry the cross, of a burden that's not my own,
While the government turns a deaf ear,
My opinions, worthless, mere dust in the air
Dear politician, do you not see,
My struggles, as I toil day by day,
Under the scorching sun, pouring rain,
My body aches, my spirit in disarray.
All to fund your comfort and ease,
To send your kids to the best schools in the world,
While mine scramble for desks in tiny, filthy rooms,
With scarce resources, and shattered dreams.
My pockets run dry,
While you get everything in life,
A fat paycheck, a luxury car,
Mortgage, health insurance, a pension.
So I ask, dear politician, what's the need?
Is your family more deserving of my hard-earned bread?
Why must you take, without remorse or heed,
From my life, and my children's future seed?
All I ask is for equity,
For a government that's transparent, a leader with sincerity,
I want my children to grow and thrive,
Not just barely survive.
I implore you, dear politician,
To listen to my humble plea, and to your conviction,
Lead with sincerity and integrity,
And grant me a life of true dignity.