Long Road Poems
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(From My Novel 'Searching For Crazy Horse': Published 2011)
Song From The Mountaintop
Columbia Falls, Montana- September, 2003
The cry of an eagle floats across a distant peak
bear tracks visible in the spring thawing snow
Sunlight, spreading its dance upon the land
the Ponderosa Pine and Aspen all in bloom
The glaciers look down smiling the higher you climb
searching for that redemption never offered below
The wolf trails the hare back inside its snowy den
the road to all new entry having now been cleared
Permission never asked for, granted, as the music starts
it’s early May in the Rockies—the January of renewal
In a celebration of new life, flowers wrap the landscape like ribbon,
tying close the promises like good wishes on a Christmas morning
It’s springtime even on the highest peak, and old questions lost of meaning
now seem gone away...
Until reborn in the arrival of yet another desperate beginning,
—holding nothing back
Foothills
The physics
of metaphysics …
the part I like the best
Where symbols yearn
as planets turn
—new twigs to build the nest
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
A Picture
Imagery and symbols
are worth a thousand words
Why poetry is lauded
but prose routinely heard
To paint each word intrinsic
as dawn brush strokes the day
Each verse leaves time uncanvassed
—mortality at bay
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
To Heaven And Back
If birds couldn’t fly
they wouldn’t sing
The world would stop spinning
and bells wouldn’t ring
Wings are their freedom
the sky their excuse
To heaven and back
—all hearts are infused
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
The Road Less Traveled
Does the truth
of the world
lie in common
experience
Mathematics
and philosophy
forever
say no
Innovation
and discovery
fight shared
understanding
One should always
be wary
or forever
—forgo
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Bearing False Witness
Death by omission
death by nature
Where evil misleads
—deception grows
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Lock Step
Poets
miming
poets
The blind
leading
the blind
Mud
stirring up
from the bottom
Concealing
a likeness
—in kind
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
Virgin Dreams
Creating something
as yet undiscovered
Consciousness battles
—as memory attacks
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
He found her farm but not the barn door
he came so close to entering her barn door
on the other side was his, once, loving rose
iridescent petals yearning to be plucked
he had come so far, to be so close
he had passed the barb wire fence
the barking dogs
her father standing shotgun
the five little hogs
the chickens and roosters
mama standing with her broomstick
laughing birds and goats
all the stops and bricks
yet he couldn't get to her, to her
when he spoke she would walk away
her fiery eyes with coals of fire
he couldn't get the sun of day
he knew he was yesterday's toast
he then left her farm, sucking his will
on a long dusty road, he looked back
at the farm in the distance, especially her mill
connie pachecho
2/5/17
I once said goodbye aged 9, so tired and worn,
Lost in a world where hope had torn.
The weight was too heavy, the road too long,
I felt like I didn’t belong.
The nights were dark, the days felt cold,
A heart too broken, a soul too old.
I thought of leaving, of closing my eyes,
No more pain, no more goodbyes.
But then, something changed, a flicker, a light,
A spark in the shadows, so gentle, so bright.
I thought of the moments I hadn’t yet seen,
The laughter, the love, the spaces between.
In that silence, a whisper, a plea,
"Stay just a little, let your heart be free."
I once said goodbye, but now I see,
There’s more to life than what I believed could be.
The storm still rages, the road still steep,
But I found the strength I thought I’d lost to keep.
And now I walk with a lighter heart,
Ready to live, to heal, to start.
I once said goodbye, but today I choose,
To embrace the life I almost would lose.
I'LL BLEED FOR YOU
I will bleed for you if I have to. Lay down my life for you. I will give you my essence, every last piece of me that this life will allow.
I will give you my strength when yours begins to fail. I will lend you my courage when fear finds its way to you. And when the world becomes too heavy, come home.
Come home to me.
I will hold you when the world has been unkind. I will wipe your tears even when mine are falling too. I will sit beside you in the darkness until you find your way back to the light.
I may not always know how to make everything right.
But I promise you this—
I will always try.
I will fight battles you may never know I fought. I will whisper your name into prayers you may never hear. I will worry about you even when you tell me not to.
I will carry your burdens when your shoulders become too tired. And when I cannot carry them for you, I will walk beside you until you are strong enough to carry them yourself.
Because you came from me.
Not just from my body, but from somewhere deeper—somewhere words cannot reach.
A piece of my heart learned to live outside my chest the day you came into this world.
And perhaps that is motherhood: giving someone your heart and watching them grow with a piece of you beating inside them.
So go.
Live. Fall. Rise. Make mistakes. Find yourself. Become everything you were born to be.
I will not always be able to walk every road with you.
But wherever life takes you, remember this:
There will always be a woman somewhere in this world who will pray for you when you cannot pray for yourself. Who will ache when you hurt. Who will rejoice when you rise. Who will celebrate your victories as though they were her own.
A woman who would bleed for you.
A woman who would give every last breath she had if it meant you could have one more.
I am that woman.
I am your mother.
— Temisan Susan Dudu
'Twas a morn of sundry chill, that followed a tempestuous night;
The frost adorned each tree; in truth, it coated all in sight.
The snow-cover'd branches glistened in the morning light; the barn did peep beneath a deep blanket white.
I seiz'd my winter garbs and hasten'd to the door; the joy within my breast did spill, I scarce could ask for more.
The frigid aer did prick my cheek with greet of sudden chill; but warmly clad I stood, and thought on it no ill.
Mine eyes adjusted to the blaze as I survey'd the ground; Such snowy vistas wrought in me a joy that did abound.
I peer'd unto where the road had been, a task hard in blinding glare; the night's deep snow had hid the truth that e'er a path was there.
To others it seem'd lab'rous, a task of much ado; but filled with eager spirit was I, and ne'er a thought of rue.
Upon the door of barn thrown wide, my heart did fill with mirth; the equine beauty found within, of greater cherished worth.
To save the warmth I shut the door, and gaz'd upon my pair; with loving heart I set to task, a tender, solemn care.
With task complete, I set to hitch my team, with hooves on floor a-clop; Their spirits high did seem to beam, they yearned no whit to stop.
I led them forth, each one in turn, and tether'd to the sled; The snow did make it seem to beam a vibrant, fairest red.
I gathered up the reins, and placed them safe inside; The bench with blankets warm was set for those who wished to ride.
Our journey we began anon, with cheeriness at hand; through deepest snow where once the road did lie upon the land.
I greeted neighbours, each one in turn, whilst I was on my way; and loaded up their children all upon my crimson sleigh.
As we traversed o'er snowy mounds, the children squealed with glee; this the smallest alm I willingly gave to them for free.
As the day concluded, witness'd by the setting sun; we headed back to hearth and home, our fulfillment now was done.
With tiredness upon my frame, the horses laid on hay; I knew I'd hold this memory fast, of this magical winter's day.
It's funny, you live a life and the one who breathes that life into you, both seem too good to be true....
I was born in 1998
Fated to be the son of an Imam
The sun rose up and I guess i chose to human
Within the spiritual realm, I believe
We all had a chance to choose
The memory swiped away
I can only say
This vessel isn't pure
And the cure to my wonderous mind
Is the sight of my soul
But I guess death will only be my chance
So I got to be righteous till my last and final breath
Token of a slogan,
I wasn't made to be free
In this world you gotta pay a fee
Tests and trials, walking to the road
Full of sand gotta man up
And take this slab that I've been given
The preacher's son never held
His own,
Too many helpers, was written in stone
Don't know too much about my texts and reading them sometimes feels like
Psychological overture.
A million memories fall like crystal raindrops on a summer day
as I make my way along the winding road above the Fundy Bay
where you wait for me beyond the gate where wild flowers grow
In an open field as old as time where gentle ocean breezes blow
once again I am a child resting in the arms of your sweet embrace
As you erase my tears with your gentle loving kisses on my face
and the torment and the anguish that have troubled me so long
are finally put to rest in this rightful place that knows no wrong
For it is now with 3 score beneath my wayward feet I come to realize
that all the roads I travel still lead me to this place my heart resides
and as I lay the lilacs that you loved while on earth upon your grave
I bow before you now and thank you for the everlasting love you gave.
In Loving memory of my precious Grandmother ‘Cecelia Evans’
Take me home again
to when I was a child
walking down that dirt road to a distant house,
where I grew up
under my grandmother’s watchful eyes.
Let me be that little girl
who knew I was loved.
Take me home again
to those carefree days of childhood innocence
playing in the backyard with my imaginary dreams
give me back that promise of the future
newly inspired by hope of fulfillment.
Let me be that child of change
unknowing the threats of the outside world.
Take me home again
where everything was new and possible
full of right and ringing loud of freedom,
give me back that unconditioned love
that my grandmother had come to America with.
Keep it safe, alive and living free
for my twilight years and the children still dreaming.
College was supposed to broaden her horizons
After the second year, she dropped out
Fell into the hands of a man
Who took her virtue against her will
She was a student in his class
Overnight, her world was torn apart
After months of silence, she couldn't cope
She packed her bags to run away
From the hunter who laid a trap
She went home and faced more pain
Her heart ached, and her stomach churned
There were her parents putting her down
Pointing fingers at her, throwing away life
If only they knew of her baby
And the depression she was going through
At twenty, she had bills piling up
With no means of paying them off
There's no job, no support, no future
Only the four walls of her dark room
That harbored her sinking ship of life
Often staring off into the dark space
Seeking a way out of this abyss
The waves of voices in her head
Washing along the shores of her heart
The pain deepening yet wanting to end
She's on the water's edge looking in
Days dwelled into weeks, both babies crying
She lights a candle in the dark
She sees a shadow of herself jump
As the four walls are closing in
For the last time, she sees him
Naked and on top, beating her badly
Her cries to stop speeding his thrill
There are pools of blood covering the sheets
She blows out that candle and prays
Bless me, Father, I tried my best
She gathered herself for the last time
Tears in her eyes as she leaves
She looks at her parents waving goodbye
But they’re not there, only the darkness
She begins the walk towards the ocean
life is so unfair
you cross the road on green lights
and someone hits you