Long Room Poems
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My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
a drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
waits with longing intense, retains no tears
as it remembers its cringes of final fear when it
jumped into your chest of steel, smell of fruit juice, water and old leather all around
My soul lays naked in a room of light while your music plays next door
two plumed serpents dance slow dances to rhythms of drums and pipes, notes of knowingness, sounds repeated
I listen again and again
Spacious a white room waits aged and innocent
in a no-zone forest of mushrooms, poppies and pebbles as the piano vibrates with silence
while Goddess does not speak of a mission that never ends, watching for symbols that appear and vanish while progress moves worse than a snail with a footsore over splintered glass
Surrender struggles to be free !
Drops in space hung on Venus threads
breasts heaving and falling, passing tests of temperance, strength, solitude
swallow death and darkened silence deep
in a psyche of five thousand years
Across oceans of space my thoughts travel
not knowing whether they reach your light or
hermit in your head or the warehouse in which
you play with waves of froth on dirty sand
seals and gulls glide and shout
A lighthouse looks on still and sure
muck in the harbour awaits an embrace
fried chips beckon and call to fill my open belly of waiting Sun as love struggles for freedom on a higher plane with yours in ether on a wall I read
Still you sleep a hundred thousand sleeps of
fear and watchfulness
in the distance runs Skeleton Woman with tangled bones to be untangled
knowing that long ago she completed her work
of inner peace with honours
Spartacus and Helen looking on
I wait not for you alone but to fill your Heart
for another work of love, to drink your tears
slate your thirst ~become one, two, three to
ten again as dough rises with surprises inside
eggs fresh full, two yolks and cream to be
eaten on a jetty of harmonious voids
Love lost and found, lost and found
all over again
Through the slightly parted drapes
Moon light enters my bed room,
To chase darkness away
Everything is still and silent
I drive all my anxieties away,
Letting the silence of the night in
So fair is the night,
So lovely lies the firmament
I see the moon, stars and galaxies
All luminously set on display
The universe brims with the enormity
Of unfathomable wonders and mysteries
I see God the mastermind behind them all
Dwelling in that serene silence of solitude
A deific discernment dawns in me,
With the affirmation that the universe
And everything in it is a single living entity
Shackled by the unbreakable thread of love.....
And all men of caste and color, one single tribe!
Soon a vibrant blissfulness overwhelms me
I levitate on wings surreal
Leaving the mundane world behind
Feb.22. 2022
Vibrant Blissful Stillness Poetry Contest
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Drained of creativity,
Finding nothing left to say!
Sorrowful of world events,
Returning to packing for chaos.
Saving what I can.
Universal sanity,
Is coming to an end!
No one sees the gathering clouds,
Or at least,
Cannot say out loud.
Living in harmony,
Has just passed!
Peace will not last.
Only understanding,
That each person has a strength.
Relishing the positives,
At length!
Finding the common ground,
Moving thoughts around.
Sharing many ideas,
Results in allaying fears.
Destroying the chaos we create,
Making room for thoughts to wake!
Finding solutions,
That will not forsake,
The humanity we've left behind!
On dust heaps and wars,
Hatred of a kind,
That leaves us drained,
And full of disgust.
For all the horror,
We have created,
Being sorrowful is a bit belated!
Our picture frame window
Is garlanded with evergreen limbs
Twined in white twinkling lights pinecones and fairy bells
And outside
From the dinner time dark that is a week before Christmas
Santa waves
Lit up like a little lantern
The hope for snow
Anymore
Any year
Has become as nostalgic as Perry Como
Singing from the static of AM radio
Golden retriever
Snuggles to my left
An arm rest
Our three-legged black cat
Asleep between my outstretched legs
Compensates
Dreams of a human leg attached to her empty hind joint
Cozies closer
Meows as if she’s running and leaping
Proper
My wife
On the other couch
Dressed in a red Christmas sweater
Her face clear and elegant as a glass ornament
Carefully preserved to our tree’s highest branch
Perhaps swaying alone in the living room
To the furnace vent
Our orange and white cat
A travel pillow
Wrapped
To the back of her neck
I can hear her purring from way over here
“What a shame Charlie Brown has been stolen
From us all
By Apple TV.” I say
“At least we have the memory.” My wife suggests
“Remember his destitute tiny tree
Decorated by Snoopy Lucy Linus and all their friends?
“And then together
They serenaded the snow falling
With Hark the Herald Angels Sing?”
“Yes I remember so well
It’s ancient message
First released
“From the year of my birth.”
If you want your love to last forever
turn around midway and walk away
to go back in time and frequently savor;
Let the flame of love in you eternally burn
and let the longing perpetually churn,
Wherefore to pine and surfeit day by day
and keep the lure of love unfathomable ever.
Pluck and cherish a flower in its bloom
and let it go as the northern winds blow,
holding it too close then ought to doom.
To stay young and be loved forever
that time and distance never can sever...
then pay heed—how it ought to go
like retracting steps from a hushed room.
~Posted: 8/29/18
~For a Michelle Faulkner's contest
~Rhyme Time 6 contest by Laura Loo
~Theme: Perpetual love
Devoted to those poor lost souls.
I'm bombarded with a deafening silence
As I sit here alone in my room
Thinking of how my life might have been
Encased in this dark dismal tomb
I once had it all or so I had thought
I walked with a confident air
But fate intervened and changed everything
I'm now travelling this road of despair
My closest friend is this bottle of whiskey
The relief I get from the pain
Of a lifetime of utter sadness and sorrow
When I dream we're together again
If only my words could convince you my love
But they just seem so hollow and trite
It appears so hopelessly futile to me
As I lay awake lamenting each night
So I guess I'll go back to my bottle of booze
And the only true friend I've had
I'll think of how things might have been
Bombarded by thoughts so sad
© Jack Ellison 2013
I have to trust you with all that I got,
My stomach is in a continues knot,
Stuck on a page that I can’t seem to turn,
Father I need your strength to just burn,
Through the remainder of that old life,
Ashes of what once cut like a knife,
Shadows they haunt me wherever I go,
Speaking your word to let myself know,
I am your child no man can pluck me out,
I am aware of this and have no doubt,
The distortion is poison, robbing me at my very core,
I was made for so much more,
Locked in this room once again,
This time the warfare is not in my hand,
Speak to that mountain, watch as it leaves,
You gave me the power to trample the lies I perceive,
Casting down the imaginations that exults themselves above you,
Its not just what I say now, it is what i decide to do.
As the chameleons come and knock at my door,
I drop to my knees and kneel on the floor,
Revelation has rushed through my entire bloodstream,
Reality has come, no longer stuck in bad dreams,
Conviction and hope drips out of old wounds,
As I arise, I see my petals start to bloom.
By: Sabina Nicole
In dark rooms where silence flows like a river of ink,
I sit alone, wrapped in the solitude of Monday mornings,
While presidents speak of honor, culture, and dedication,
And their words are echoes lost in the vastness of a gray sky.
Sadness weighs on my soul like a shadow stretching over an empty field,
My manliness suffocates me, stripping away any illusion of pride,
As time slips through my fingers like the fine sand of an hourglass,
And I feel understanding drifting away like a mirage in the hot desert.
My glass empties, leaving me to contemplate the silent abyss of decisions,
I must choose between the company of those who drink to soothe despair,
Or seek out storekeepers who will never publish my unspoken poem,
A poem unraveling like a forgotten dream on the edge of endless mornings.
In this melancholy, my thoughts are birds flying toward the lost horizon,
And with each beat of their wings, they leave behind unfulfilled desires and hopes,
While I, in my dark room, listen to the silence whispering stories to me,
Stories of days that will never come, of moments that remain suspended.
When she was three, my daughter got a doll
and took her to bed with her every night.
And she'd rarely leave it out of her sight,
they were inseparable, I recall.
Around five, she named her doll Annabel
and would host tea parties for her best friend.
But only they were allowed to attend,
an elite and selective clientele.
When she became a teenager, she placed
Annabel, on a shelf in her bedroom.
But she kept moving her to make more room,
and eventually, she was misplaced.
One day I was cleaning out the attic,
and I found Annabel in an old trunk.
And I rescued her from that trunk of junk,
knowing my daughter would be ecstatic.
My daughter was so overjoyed to see
her lost doll Annabel; she held back tears.
And to see them together after years
of separation was touching for me.
Without our friends our lives would be
As flat as the horizon;
As bland as those commercials from
T-Mobile or Verizon.
There’d be no color in our world
And food would have no spices.
For entertainment we would be
Left to our own devices.
There’d be no one with whom to share
Some gossip or a giggle.
Our days would be so empty we’d have
Wiggle room to jiggle.
But with our friends there’s sunshine
Even if the rain is pouring.
The time together flies without
A minute that feels boring.
How fortunate we are if we
Have friendships that we treasure,
The consequence of which is
The reward of so much pleasure.