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In the silent embrace of solitary depths,
Where sadness weaves its mystical threads,
The whispers of the heart find solace in silence,
In this sacred realm, the soul drinks its fill.
Melancholy settles like an ethereal twilight veil,
In seraphic stillness, each breath becomes profound.
The quieter we are, the deeper the shadows play,
Bringing forth a presence like dawn from night's embrace.
In those sacred moments where silence paints the sky,
Hearts open wide, absorbing mute sighs.
With patience and grace, we let new feelings bloom,
Each sadness, a silent seed, a promise in the gloom.
In the dim-lit chambers of the solitary soul,
Sadness finds a home, becoming part of the whole.
The deeper it settles, the more it intertwines,
Transforming pain into wisdom as destiny aligns.
Through veils of tears, a gentle presence rises,
An emergent destiny as the soul realizes.
In each silent sigh, a universe unfolds,
The more we embrace, the more the mystery molds.
In silent patience, sadness finds its scene,
A dance of shadows on life's ephemeral page.
The more we welcome it, the more easily it weaves,
A transient visitor that marries with destiny.
Thus, in solitude, sadness finds its grace,
In quiet whispers, we embrace a new path.
Each tear, a melody, each sadness, a divine,
In the tapestry of life, where shadows and light combine.
Therefore, let us be in solitude, attentive in our melancholy,
For in these quiet moments, creation finds its place.
The deeper our silence, the more we invite destiny,
In silent whispers, our soul ignites.
In the quiet calm of twilight, where sadness softly settles,
Hearts awaken, touched by cosmic spells.
With seraphic patience, we gather destiny's weave,
Creating the tapestry of fate in the quiet as we breathe.
AFFILIATION TO WHOSE LAW
If I was law unto myself
What would I be?
Where would I go?
What would I say?
Would I in such a way
Be free?
Or be shown a dark
And narrow path,
Which would purposely
Divert my way?
Would it excite me,
To greet each day
With confidence,
That my every deed
My every word, would
Like a sunshine ray,
Light up my being,
Console my need?
Would I enjoy to grip
Reality and face
War and love and hate,
All on my own,
It seems a lonely trip
The solitude of being alone!
Being a law only onto myself,
Would enable to keep the key
To live my life,
I'd choose to never
Have to strife,
For precious little time
We have,
In this fast moving train
Insane,
Happiness, sorrow and pain
Melt into one!
But being a solitary soul
Could be exploited
By one and all,
Should I succumb to a
World that’s disunited,
And steadily begin
My downwards fall!
What must I do,
Live according
To my own law,
A great many think
That this is wrong,
To be or not to be,
Which decision has
The flaw?
I don’t want either
I keep telling me,
The answer becomes clear,
Only with His Law
Will I be strong!
"Every leaf speaks bliss to me
fluttering from the autumn tree."
Quote by _Emily Bronte
I love how each majestic tree will grow,
how each season is a moment in time;
and how each grand tree- her hued colors show,
oh, sparrow's chirrup and on a branch chime.
The dappled leaves a painted veil above,
brimming with song birds singing so happy;
a solitary soul with trees I love,
gathering the gold- squirrels are snappy.
There is no gloom in the grandeur of Fall,
oh, how the honey breath just reaches out;
but there is decaying of big and small,
on the ground red, gold jewels lay about.
Trees go to sleep to wake eternally;
but they still stand on guard externally.
Unquenching thirst in scorching sands
With doleful steps as if once banned,
From mother home, lost paradise
While wandering wayward days and nights.
As scorpions sting and vipers’ hiss
With broken bones and loneliness,
Filled with weeping, creeping, seeking
More, crawling ‘long the desert floor.
While raining rockets fill the skies
Smoke and ashes blind the eyes,
Hoping all the hellishness will end
Praying silently to ascend.
As dreams no longer ease the mind
And all the saints you once thought kind,
Have left you here to drift, bereft
A solitary soul, misfit.
In search of that lost pot of gold
The one they say is Mighty old,
And glistens with the light of love
Ubiquitous mystery, soaring dove.
Still stumbling, tumbling, moving on
Faith shattered, battered, nearly gone,
Yet mercifully a dimly lit discerning,
Incessant, quiescent,
Great yearning.
© Terrell Martin, 02/10/2025
In the deep silence of the night, when the sky unfolds its mantle,
I drift, dreamlike, among constellations of thoughts that embrace the moon,
A solitary soul, like a forgotten temple beneath falling stars,
Waiting for you, the eternal traveler, to be its light and solace.
In the labyrinth of shadows, where the timpani of time silence solemnly,
Seek your path among ancient echoes, in search of meaning,
Like a subterranean river of memories flowing through my soul,
And my silences become incantations that call for your presence.
Under the sky full of mysteries, where galaxies are born and die,
I, a mere atom of the universe, write my destiny in the sand,
Repeating like a sacred ritual the desire to be whole,
In a world fragmented by illusions and unfulfilled dreams.
Far away, in the cosmic depths where spirits meet,
My wandering soul whispers your name like a prayer,
Waiting for you to come, to fill my void with light and song,
Until then, my windows weep the longing for an eternal embrace.
Someday, on the sky of our destiny, the stars will align,
And in that moment of eternity, we will become a unified whole,
Our souls merging into a symphony of light,
And the silence will sing our love as a cosmic anthem.
one last poem
You would never have to share me
If you would only claim me for your own
No one has touched me
I have friends
and then I have closer friends
But I love you
But leaving me
you gave me away
I cannot bear the pain
You speak as if you were the only one
who had things to forgive and forget
ButI femember a few things too, a few who's
"i'm only a man" was your lame excuse
"Your are more beautiful than the night"
"Winter is cold, you are warm"
and each of them wore different
feminine names.
I don't want to share either
Not your love. your desires, your body
any of it.
I deserve to be everything to a man
I deserve to be enough
So walking away at this late date
comes late for me
You left long ago
I cried for you to come back
My esteem lessened with each blow
each name
Still i love you and want you
but need to be enough for you
no fooling around
no games
no surprises
BY Catie Lindsey
"Responce"
i would'nt share you with anyone
i would'nt share you with the world
or with one single solitary soul
and I ponder God himself
no one should touch you
lest you lose your reproach
but all my love
depends on this
all or nothing
you speak of friends
as if they were close relatives
as if you have the right
to spend time alone
"Nay!" i am only a man
trust has foolishness out grown
i too reminess the things of the past
some too painfull
to remember
having shared with
kings and beggers
scorn and wrath
"He's just a friend."
such a lame excuse
how convienient and proper
for such use
for the crime of infidelity
men don't forgive
and they don't forget
it is a tormentor
that like the fires of hell
never go out
and violence to the soul
ruins the sane
Don't worry about my faults
worry about your own
i don't want to share you
with anyone or anything
i want to be enough
but if walk away i must
on that you can trust
for a little bit of love
and a tiny bit of lust
my esteem destroyed
with one blow
and still i love and want you
are you in
or are you out
BY J H Loving III
Bird in a guilded cage, a broken heart, a solitary soul
Road less travelled, a soul full of longing, my heart bleeds
On a wing and a prayer, my heart is a lonely hunter, a weary soul
Kiss the rose, look into my eyes
Endless words, my heart laid bare
No man is an island, tears fall like rain
Words that were left unspoken, over and over again
It's never too late to change, wish upon a star
Near and dear to my heart, when all is said and done
Give it a whirl, as time passes by, my soul is weeping, weeping
Stop and smell the roses, till the end of time
______________________________
May 9, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Cliches/"Broken Wings"
Copyright Protected, ID 05-671-486-09
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
Swahili sighs on blue bated breath
Soothing solitary soul of black
You hold my hand and play with my hair
Keeping kente anxiety back
Your caress and kiss curl my toes
Make me dream of being your wife
But in our hearts we already know
We are one joined by the Christ
Got a sweet tooth for a taste of you
And your caramel sugar daddy ways
You do things you know I love
You give me purple praise
You still leave up the toilet seat
In many ways you are the plumber
You fix most everything
What you can’t you find the thunder
Love is bringing me what I need
And asking me what I want
It’s singing laughing sharing
hearing all day all night long
It’s letting me love you
And kiss you on your neck
It’s knowing you need me too
Being so kind as to confess
Love language can change
But love for us will not
Making love in God’s name
Is what keeps us hot.
July 25th, 1996 tied the Gordian knot,...
(I spent noose cents)
begot deux daughters, the major events
both since flew cuckoo's nest,
the eldest angry at papa for offense
sieve behavior fatherly bond
forever sundered permanent rents
unforgiving progeny vents
bile, explosive vitriol whence...
Aye yen for bachelorhood every
now and again doth mildly abate
after saying "I do...,"
when axed by justice of peace
nearly two dozen years wedded
bull hissing, rest assured
I will abbreviate
encapsulate, fulminate, narrate...
and forthrightly admit,
yours truly oft times
yearned to abdicate
spousal unbridled warfare and injustice
reason enough to abnegate
null and void husbandry role
ex post facto finding thyself
questioning pledging troth even
Frosty the snowman would abominate
to say "screw this -
marriage nut for me"
bolt in a huff boot (dang)
ne'er did absquatulate
altercations that adhere
to rule of physics
and tended to accelerate
as muzzled, neigh saying saddled
former groom did
lament and accentuate
his physical needs,
she did not accommodate,
cuz this solitary soul
(with good n plenti horse sense),
never did fully acculturate
with female species,
one whose blunt cold front
seemed to accumulate growing
gripe list bestowed courtesy this mate
tit for tat wrathful pitiless,
(not so cherry) feedback unmatched
within annotated coupled courtship of fools,
this scrivener with steely
iron maiden breastplate,
nonetheless did rack up and accumulate
battle scars hitting bullseye,
since donned with
corrective vision spectacles
hen pecking, needling termagant
untameable shrew did acerate
(worse fate than death -
validated by grim reaper)
avowed covenant thru torturous years
exponentially punishing innocent soul
(slightly biased) did acervate
popping one after
another over the counter acetylsalicylate,
no ampule adequate
to relieve permanent suffering,
thus lifetime electric shock treatment,
nsync quaffing prescription
kool aid battery acidulate
ineffective to activate
palliative, and restore
liberty (yeah) sense and sensibility
subsequently providing freedom
against further wifely scourges
whereby Doctor Phil Ander
refused to adjudicate,
perhaps understandable why I advocate
selfless mercy killing (euthanasia)
for this urbane country bumpkin.
The engine roars, the metals gleam,
You race along the high-paved line,
To reach the summit of a dream
And claim the sky as yours and mine—
Or so you thought. The climb is steep,
The pace severe, the cold air thin,
And in the rush, you never keep
A tally of the quiet sin.
You build a tower, tall and bright,
A spire of stone against the blue,
With vaulted arches catching light,
Yet holding no one close to you.
For every friend was pushed aside,
And every hand was let go free,
To trade the warmth of love for pride
And secure a lonely victory.
At last the highway finds its end,
The final peak is brought in view;
No waiting crowd, no quiet friend,
No open arms to welcome you.
The crown is earned, the space is vast,
The wind blows sharp across the seat—
A solitary soul at last
Where no one ever cares to meet.
For status is an empty weight,
And power leaves a hollow sound,
If no warm voice can celebrate
The simple truths that you have found.
The prize was never just the height,
Nor standing on the peak alone,
But walking through the heavy night
With hearts that make the journey home.