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Darkness falls upon your heart
It beats no more and cannot start
Your pulse is flat and has no pump
Electricity flows and you jump
Again and again you lay slump
A bright light forms out of the clear
A voice calls then a spirit does appear
You speak out but there is no sound
You beg for forgiveness and your chest to pound
You are stared down with a heavenly grin
You remember your life full of fear and sin
You ask to return and repent your ways
Answer my question and it better amaze
What is the secret to love asks the angel fro above
Your response was one single word love
You awaken quickly with an explosion of might
You see there loving face and know you were right
the bells once rang with silver chime
in golden days of sunlit time
but silence clings where echoes fade
for now the land is lost to shade
the castle stands with hollow eyes
its towers scraped by ashen skies
no fire burns, no voices call
just whispers bleeding through the hall
the garden’s bloom has turned to dust
the rivers black with grief and rust
the villagers, long turned to stone
stand frozen cold, their names unknown
a wicked wish, a whispered spell
a promise made in darkened dell
a queen who knelt, a price was paid
to bring her love back from the grave
but love once dead will not return
and fate will twist, and curses burn
for now she walks where none still live
with empty arms and none to give
the curse will break, the tale will end
when one arrives who does not bend
who walks through shadow, calls the light
and dares to name the spell by right
but who will come, and who will dare?
the kingdom waits in poisoned air
a ghostly queen, a fate grown grim
the curse still sings its hollow hymn
For all that perished in the fire of your love,
I now offer you everything, the past, the present, my whole life.
I still hope, one day, to see you return,
For I have kept those years, ready to give them back to you.
Those years, rich and wild, ours,
I have warmed in my palms days, months, seasons for you.
Please, be present before time ends its story,
While my heart still beats for you.
Come back, let me give you the pain I have gathered,
Enough for an hour of tears.
Come back, for now our house is only me,
The past years weigh on me, I want to give them back to you.
Cross the seas, cross the mountains, to bring back memories,
Memories in which to confront me.
Return to the places where we dreamed together,
Where we loved each other without guilt.
Soothe my humiliation, drive away the fears hidden in thought,
Once again, change your path, for everything seems meaningless.
Let me give you pieces of the love that was,
Come back, for I am still here, waiting for you.
I don't need proof, I don't ask for receipts for love,
I wait for you in the place where angels gather.
I have locked seven years in the love I bear for you,
Forgive me like a wandering soul.
Come back from where the stars fall, when the grapes are ripe,
I have gathered years for you, packed in days and nights.
Return to the past, to the garden set ablaze by passion,
Where you saw me and made me the prisoner of pain.
But please, come back one day,
Let me give you back the lost years,
For all you've sacrificed out of love for me,
I am ready to die, so we may finally be equal.
Lifetimes
More than one lifetime
is lived in
and by a life.
We share our lives with a multitude of people
and each bond or connection is different
in depths or shallows of varying degrees.
The lives our parents give us are short lived
because we too soon grow
and severe the ties that kept us dependent.
We return later having realized
all we missed in that separation
and search for it to return in its simplicity.
Adolescence is the rebellious years
spent in finding ourselves
regretfully, some of us never do.
Forty is the new twenty,
the next senior generation on its downward spiral
that believes itself to be almost ageless
still searching for it.
The lifetimes at that age seem endless
always filled with something to learn
to reach out and take hold of.
Pushing seventy, wondering how I got here,
hoping it is the new fifty
my lifetime is gone too fast.
Give me more time, a decade or two more years
for I see, there is so much I’d like to do
remaining in wait in this lifetime.
A beautiful, perfect, autumn day it was.
The gold and red sneaking in the Central Park leaves as it
always does.
I wanted to stay home with my wife and son.
But realized there were bills to
be paid and then some.
So after my shower, breakfast and things, I just sipped on my cup of Joe,
admiring our gold wedding rings.
Our son Teddy was at our feet.
I thanked God for us three, at our cozy family meet.
.
Alas, too soon would I have to go.
I kissed Mary and Teddy and told them, I loved them so!
Ah, the day was so perfect chiseled by God's own making.
I sat on the lone bench to thank Him for His Glorious undertaking.
.
I grabbed by attaché case and off I went.
To work in the great Twin Towers,where I know God wanted me sent.
Everyone so happy that day, some even spoke of Christmas?
Though it was months away,I was grateful to God for all of my life!
Especially my beautiful son and stunning wife.
Of course you all know what happened next.
Hell broke out and we all did our best, to return safely to our earthly nest.
It was not to be for me!
The smoke thick and heavy overcame me so rapidly.
I clutched my cross and begged God to take me home.
I awoke, and the air was beautiful and clear.
You know I already missed my son and wife so very dear,
But I was being beckoned to gates of gold.
And I knew the Bible well, I knew what it foretold.
And yes, the Gates of Heaven swung open widely for me.
Now the real journey of my life, was just beginning for me!
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Dedicated:
To all those lost on 9/11, when evil people did something evil to hurt so
many.
February 24, 2020
3:30pm PST
The Descent of Light
Everything that passes through the body descends and rises again, unseen,
like a river born from stone, lost at last into the sea,
water comes down from sky to hills, from hills into the deep,
and along its way it carves the bank — a wound shaped like water;
I am the shore worn slowly by my own light,
all that I was returns to mist, gathered again toward the sky.
We are what was placed in our palms, what was taken from our sleep,
blessed be the hand that gives and the hand that takes away,
for everything that comes is a gift, its meaning hidden in flight,
carried out of sight, to renew the place where we stand,
always a threshold left open in the flesh of flowing time,
and in every beginning there's a seed of nameless light.
If our cruelty tears apart the riverbed and the beautiful field,
then I must grieve, must learn that through loss I possess
the earth I walk on, stand in, am made from;
the dark and the light will hold me like a possession,
I've been reborn from pain, to love the freshly split shore
where young cottonwoods take root, golden, in the wound.
The kingfisher builds his nest in a hole in the broken bank,
the green grows slowly under a song of embers, the world's end,
and what is there to do but imagine everything that still exists,
so it may light the mind's thought and the light of day,
raised like a beacon burning over the waters of forgetting,
the dark turns back to light in his blue wing.
He falls from the crumbling bank, gathering the air beneath his wings;
in love's labor the body forgets its own weight,
and becomes song — and once more, with love in mind, I return
to what must come to me, carried as by an endless song,
the way a dancer is carried by a song without end.
This grace is gravity, this longing is my weight,
everything that falls returns to light, and calls us toward the earth.
Why can’t I close my eyes?
Does the darkness hide the fears that I have?
They are still there lurking
Waiting for me to relax for the briefest second
I just cannot find them
They are beyond my mortal senses
It is quiet and still as everyone else sleeps
Even their demons come after me
The real world is so far away
Nothing there matters to me
But I cannot sleep
My mind, my thoughts won’t allow it
Demons wander in the night
Reaching for my immortal soul
Any angels lost their wings
And they are no longer able to find me
I cannot run
I cannot hide
They are waiting, watching
If only I could sleep
Even if just for a moment
They may return to their lairs
And I may be able to relax
If even for just a single moment
There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which can lay us low or then
Raise our standards so high
That we can even reach the sky.
But in affairs of the heart
There can be a flood so great
That surrender to it we must
And revere its power till we return to dust.
There is no way its might we can resist
No matter how hard we do insist.
Its surge sweeps all before it powerless
And we must yield without cowardice.
Once we surrender,how sweet its embrace
As we we let ourselves be caught in its race,
Letting go of all our uptight inhibitions
To be swept along in its wild commissions
Such was that memorable night in Rathmore
When you stepped softly inside my door
Where our pent-up passion swept its dam away
As upon the floor we together lay.
Revealed to me were all your hidden charms
As I held you gently in my arms.
Generously you opened your legs wide
To usher me smoothly,deeply inside
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There we remained one and united
Until the boiling frenzy of our bodies subsided.
Now although we are living far apart
Our souls are joined,beating with but one heart.
To the power of love we must pray
For giving us that beautiful day
That will forever with us remain
Until we can lovingly meet again
For love there's no reason
In love there's much rhyme
Love's never out of season
True love 's always out of time.
There's a little cemetery at the edge of town
In the evening she comes to me, when there's no one around
I have to tell that I love her, though we're both all alone
And I miss lying with her in our bed, at our home
Why does love have to suffer, and make lovers cry
How can one keep on living, while the other one dies
We'll be joined in the end, I believe this is true
But how can I get by in this place without you
Bitter-sweet is the word, that I have learn thought my life
And having you near reminds me, Dear, you still are my wife
Next week I'll return here, I hope you come too
Until the day comes, You lie beside me, and I beside you
There's a little cemetery at the edge of town
In the evening she comes to me, when there's no one around
I have to tell that I love her, though we're both all alone
And I miss being with her in our bed, at our home
By Mount Helicon we met
Cupid struck; and in love’s net
We were caught, just you and me
Underneath the willow tree
Past the sunset through the night
Tasted moments of delight
Exchanged kisses, drank the wine
Precious nectar from the vine
Goblet sent by gods divine
We ascended to cloud nine
Till at last we fell asleep
Slowly drifted far and deep
In the land of dreams reclined
In each other’s arms entwined.
When I woke by light of dawn
All alone, found you were gone
Agitated called your name
But of course you never came
Panic grew; was I to blame?
My tears fell; I knew no shame
Shivers racked my body whole
Icy cold and shattered soul
Hugged the pillow where you lay
Robbed of thoughts and words to say
Outside wandered in the rain
Felt the ache of searing pain.
Didn’t know what had gone wrong
The emotions were too strong.
Now I pine each day for you
There is nothing else to do
Just in case you do return
Make my heart with pleasure burn...
You know where to find me
Here awaiting I will be
Under the willow tree...
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Author: Paul Callus ~ 10th April 2014
Contest: Any Poem#20
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 3rd