Long Silhouette Poems
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Who listens to my shouts in the night?
When my beating heart rises and my breath falls short.
A silhouette seeks passage in a shrouded cloak and my scripts are composed for one.
Who is the creator of my subconscious soliloquy which narrates into an empty room? No encore sought, just a faded thought grasped in the morning light.
Exhausted, my sweat drowns in a cotton wrap, beaten, submission arrives when my eyes meet the sanctuary of dawn.The epilogue is short, the words fall silent when my limbs, now weary, rise from its stage.
Each night, a mare of twisted verbs that weave and turn. This suitor haunted through nocturnal tales where rest is brief and the journey fraught. My torment continues through the lottery of night. Let this one be calm?
REM disorder
Neurological disease
Seeking a cure soon
Ah, someone will give me a magic key
With which I could change my past
This is a good opportunity for me
To daydream what I could have cast
I would have learnt to read more books
Faces lonely and mellow
Exploring the dark silhouette looks
Inside the letterbox pale yellow
I would have opened my cage much more
To accommodate more lovely birds
So that the psyche could heal more sore
And could utter more melodious words
I would have courted the ever flowing river
That I have been somehow afraid to hug
By refusing the ingrained fears
That clouded my judgment like a drug
I would have tried to understand you better
To listen to rains with more perception
Would have loved your torrential laughter
Along with the tears without inhibition
Some closed doors I did open
Would have liked to try a few more
Some beautiful heartbeats I did listen
Some more I crave in your core
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July 27, 2016
Her tender heart set her apart
from anyone I’d ever known,
and from the start it did impart
a gift of love so gently shown.
When first we met I'll ne'er forget
the way her heart lit up the room;
this sweet brunette whose silhouette
with curves that caused my heart to zoom.
And when she spoke my feelings woke
and something stirred within my soul;
with tender strokes her heart invokes
such longings which I can’t control.
Beyond compare her heart so fair,
I’m lifted up as dreams now soar,
and so we dare our lives to share
our hearts are one for evermore.
March 6, 2021
In the dark of night, a silhouette appears,
A man in black, shrouded by his fears,
His skin as dark as coal, his eyes so bright,
A symbol of strength, a beacon of light.
His history is one of pain and sorrow,
But he stands tall, never bending to the blow,
With every step he takes, he leaves his mark,
A reminder of his power, his eternal spark.
His soul is deep, his heart is pure,
A treasure chest of stories, waiting to be heard,
He speaks with passion, with words that sing,
A black man's voice, a mighty, soaring thing.
He dances to the rhythm of his soul,
His feet tapping out a beat that's whole,
A symphony of sound, a joy to behold,
A black man's spirit, never to be sold.
And though the world may try to keep him down,
He rises up, his spirit never bound,
His eyes set on the prize, his heart on fire,
A black man's journey, one of endless desire.
So let us honor him, this man in black,
A symbol of hope, a leader of the pack,
His legacy forever etched in time,
A black man's spirit, forever sublime.
Awake as always at four bells
Call of nature, best alarm clock
Frozen by the sight
Could it be a trick of the light
Just a short pause and glance at the floor
There it was thirty-two years and never
Saw it before, until this morning
Etched in the oak wood flooring
Installed thirty-two years ago when they first
Bought the house on the lake
Was a perfectly depicted etching of
His recently deceased wife’s face
He shook his head, squinted his eyes
Blinked several times, yet there it remained
A perfect silhouette of his loves face
He unconsciously whispered her name
How could it be real? He turned his eyes
And turned back, it was there
All these years and not once did the image appear to him
It existed in a single board four inches wide
Roughly six inches in length was the silhouette
Paralyzed by the sight he grinned and then laughed
She had found a way to stay with him after all
Sixty-seven years they had been married
Sixty-nine years they had been together
Cancer had taken her away just four weeks previous
He walked away and came back
Stared down at the floor board
Thinking it would change, but there it was
His loves face etched by the grain
And natural lines of that one four inch
Wide piece of oak flooring
He stood there transfixed when suddenly
He was bought back by the buzzing of his cell phone
It would be his little girl
She called every morning just to check on him
She was sweet like that
Should he tell her? No, it might be that she would not see it
He was not yet convinced it was not just some trick
Of his mind; old age was not always kind to the human mind
Every day for a week he stopped each morning
To view the silhouette in the oak floor
He would smile each time to see his loves face
He went to see his son for a weekend
Thought about mentioning the floor board
Changed his mind
It would be his secret
He could visit her in his own way
Never really talked to her much
Not his favorite thing to do in life
She could be annoying to talk to
She asked too many questions
Could never accept yes for an answer
But oh that beautiful face
Just as in life he loved seeing her beautiful face
He was a blessed man
I was caught off guard by the everlasting effect of your smile.
In all honesty I thought I was prepared for the well placed explosion that took place in my heart.
In actuality, I was not.
Absent minded to the total embodiment that was you.
The coming of your lips,
The taste of your stare.
I did not know the effect your voice would have on me.
There wasn't a prayer that could have prepared me for you.
There was nothing left of what my heart use to be.
The occurrence of everything obliterated; Emptied.
The horizon filled by your silhouette; my hands lost in the light cast
by the radiance of your smile.
I was reduced to nothingness in the blink of an eye by a single look cast from
The stare of your eye.
The total sound of nothingness filled my heart with a peaceful hush
after the destruction you've caused with just a single look.
I am, wholly and completely,
lost without you.
I thought I could move on, use silly plies,
distract myself, but no.
My life can't move a single step,
without you at the hoe.
How naive I was to think you loved me.
I still try to trick myself so.
But how can I rectify
the swollen lips and black eyes?
Or was it me that did you wrong?
Did I annoy you, did I expect too much of you?
No I mustn't think this way.
Now you lay behind bars,
so why do I feel the prison is my own?
My life is so far from complete,
it could be rendered empty.
It is only my outer flesh that now remains.
And each day I feel my flimsy mask becoming ever looser.
I no longer eat, for my gut burns with anxiety.
I feel my future slipping from my grasp, and fear,
that unless a saviour in a male silhouette
should glance my way,
that my existence shall be inexplicably futile.
For the man that once defined my world, still claims me.
He has bore wounds that feel they shall outlast me.
I can only hope the scars will fade,
and that I can love again,
or better still, learn what true love is.
12.10.2020
The hungered kiss causes poems and verse
When mouths are ripe from love's sensual sun
This play of need no reason to rehearse
The natural script of love has begun
We'll keep no time as time counts its own space
To enter this world that is not measured
Close both eyes to feel a beautiful place
Capture love's abundance that's most treasured
If life be of this, our youth shall be kept
To be held by love's bond in its keeping
A hunger to love, a gift to accept
A fruit eaten to stay love from weeping
A kiss of hunger a feast for the heart
Keeps youth to years before time to depart
The red sun sets along a feathered edge
As dreamers search evening skies to explore
Paradise found when hearts whisper a pledge
When warm kisses melt on a sandy shore
And sublime moments merge to reminisce
As white caps slowly till the pebbled sand
The world passes, its changing light missed
Blame tender touches from a lover's hand
Beneath black skies slow rolling waves implore
Their soft sounds will share a passionate love
As day turned to night with waves they adore
To leave them in awe under stars above
Hearts won't wander, neither will they ignore
As they will be in love for evermore
Your silhouette I see in the far blue
As your scent lingers, lays soft on a breeze
Morning rises quietly behind you
I thank Almighty God for you to please
With fingertips and warmer palms a wish
To share a world within this world we've known
And give your lips a long and tender kiss
Then place between our hearts a golden throne
To rest upon in days when gray falls near
When hearts feast on the purest love we know
And lifts our souls in peaceful flight sincere
While soaring high above the world below
Do promise when I lay in still repose
Upon my casket, orchids and a rose
5/1/17
I stare at the
chair of memories
where you once sat
and lingered.
I see your sweet
silhouette
as shadows shift
across the ground.
Merry eyes and
rippled laughter
barely contain your
ecstasy.
Joy overflows
at the occasion
of your living
close to me.
And yet...
The threads of time
weave
their tangled patterns
relentlessly.
They scatter pieces
that fray
and slowly lose
their luster.
As the carefree summer
turns imperceptibly
into the autumn night,
so I sense a subtle
change
that I had never
seen before.
Splintered fragments
pierce my heart
and bleed cold and
thick with pain.
The heavy anvil of
rejection
gashes wounds that
will remain.
Now you are gone and
I'm alone
staring once again
at the crumbling
chair of memories
collapsed and broken
ruined end.
Written on 7/30/2007
Enduring in the gullibility of your
vacuous domain
Where viciousness stretched its cruel chains,
and vain vows cast in silver lined threads
were soft enough to soothe,
but sharp enough to shred.
I followed the fractures, fine as hair,
witnessed truth crackle through oxygenated air.
Your crown — little more than gilded dust,
from my puppet strings severed
I placed my trust
that you’d come undone from your reign unjust...
And in your castle carved from fears,
bloom black orchids, drenched in thistles of tears,
veiling the moon with lethal lace,
perfumed with poison, in gruesome grace.
Yet I refuse to drown in the seas of the artless,
like a marionette, silenced and heartless:
for I am the silhouette of silk and solace,
soaring beyond chains of brutality and malice,
To an island where thorn less love blooms,
and faith is the melody to erase written gloom,
from the sinister streaks of the narcissistic sun-stain
I ricochet amidst the night and champagne rain...