Long Somewhere Poems
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Standing in my kitchen, wearily washing breakfast's congealed dishes
Dreaming desperately of dredging up a dinner delightful and delicious
Late winter's wan rays of sunlight weaving their way through living room blinds
Weakly warming the chill hovel I'd rented since being orphaned in 1989...
Startlingly, a creak, then a tear-stained moan from somewhere behind me
A window opened, blinds parted, a breeze started: delusion--or eerie tragedy?
Whirling around, stifling a cry, I watched in wonder, wanting only to know
What this weeping and wailing thing was, whooshing its way to and fro
And wherefore invisible, as the wind whirred ever faster and faster
Would it cut me down, or would I manage to outlast her?
When of a sudden, I saw it, an apparition, sure and clear
What on earth was my father's ghost, his wavering image, doing here?
A spectral mouth, jabbering jaws, skeletal face bearing the telltale scars
Of my departed father's journey through a universe bereft of planets,
suns or stars
He spoke, this spook; he called my name: "Help me, please, my son.
Ask Him for His pardon; to undo the wrongs I've done."
I shrank from the image, my father's ghost, in pure terror
Surely it had returned to Earth by means of delusional error
I shrieked and hid my face, praying for the wretched thing to leave my place
Whereupon, abruptly, the image faded, whisked back in time
by the Devil's Grace...
The mind's imagination ranges
Far beyond mere celestial zones
Chilling mere human essences
to the marrow of their bones
September 20, 2018
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Scary or Spooky Poem Contest
Lying in the predawn light
underneath black empty sky
chill wind blowing across bare skin
feeling a desperate need to flee
empty heart echoes the night
desperate longing for what once was
only darkness found there in
heavy pounding into the night
looking down nebulous path
drifting mists of memories obscured
seeking joys of loves once known
somewhere lost on memories Lane
trying hard to remember when
of joys found with each of them
loves once known in bright sunlight
somehow now lost in the night
stumbling dragging hard footsteps
vision blurred by running tears
ears are filled with sobbing pain
heart is empty of what once was
cold bright stars overhead
cast little light upon the scene
memories now have faded away
only shadows now recalled
hard I try to remember each one
of joyful walks hand in hand
passions shared oh so strong
of the joys we shared that
recall the names of faces lost
trying to remember the scent of them
of the touch of their skin
as we wrestled in the nights
rocky lies uneven ground
pulling the eyes from the scene
to each step carefully made
seeking not to fall again
where is the warmth of the day
bright sunlight to warm the skin
joyful laughter to fill the ears
and of feeling so full filled
memories of places where we were
of flowing music and dancing steps
crowds of friends all around
when you once belonged to me
memories lie along the way
of the ones I once knew
of the loves that we shared
lost in shadows dark and grim
now long lost in endless night
seeking that once was then
only dark mists on the path
all is lost in dark of night
In a parallel universe
Is there another me?
Somewhere in a parallel universe
Quite near, yet very far
In a magical world
Where I have long white wings
I wave them upon mighty Oceans
Against the ferocious storms
Rest them on crowded offshoots of dark jungles
And return back at night to the den
That lies up in mountains ___ above the clouds...
In yet another universe near by
Is there a different me__?
Trapped inside a cage
Wings atrophied__
The art of flying forgotten__
Even the desire __ to take a flight __is dead
Just walls __
And walks__ In a close loop...
Or is it just me?
One and only __ in the unlimited multiverses
But these feelings in my beating heart__
Something in my mind___ tells me
They exist...
Are they, like me, thinking about me__ right now?
What if one of them open a portal
And enter my world___
How would we feel?
Would we like each others’ life style?
Or is it, “grass is always greener on the other side”
But I wish her to be the one with mighty feathers
Would Swipe my life with her __ for a day or two
To feel my long dark hair
Floating on air waves
As I glide and soar high & high
Above the world
In a sweel parallel universe
(10th July 2021)
Paghunda Zahid
He Did It All
Written: by Tom Wright
12-3-2008
He painted us a sunset toward each day’s end
That lurks somewhere in the western sky
To brighten life’s way he sends a special friend
Whom we love and intellect reasons not why
He paints, for us, clouds up above; it’s true.
All white and fluffy seemingly without care
Then places them against a backdrop of blue
So that we’re sure to notice if they’re not there
He hung for us, the stars and moon so bright
And he accomplished all this before taking his rest
A reflection of his light throughout our night
But something is missing until we claim his best
We both know the weight of the eyes of the world.
We’re both afraid of how our peers would whisper and stare.
Believe me, I know the hesitance all too well
But what if my mother doesn’t care?
We know that society says that it’s wrong
Friends and foes with fangs would come after me and you
But what if I take your hand and we hide somewhere dark?
There, in the quiet, we can start something new.
Alone in that dream, in our private abyss,
We’d be freer than ever before.
Because all of this pretending is getting exhausting
When every word makes me want you more.
Whispers and shouts will blend together in a blur
“They’re an example of what not to do.
“Do you see how disgusting that is, how far apart?”
But we both know their words aren’t true
Because none of it matters,
Not as long as you’re there.
When the two of us are happy,
And my mother doesn’t care.
He called my name
I turned around
He sniffed me out like a hungry bloodhound
I try to hide
I back away
But still he finds me there anyway
He caresses my arm
I count to three
My mind drifts off to somewhere I’m free
He says “take off your clothes”
My body breaks a silent oath
A lump in the back of my throat
Fear or sadness? Maybe it’s both
Age 8 and facing a world of darkness
His dark eyes full of intense sharpness
I felt like a carcass of my old self
Left in the dark like a dusty old shelf
He was my stepdad, it left me confused
My mom left me neglected, he left me abused
I wanted a new life but life just refused
So I carry the hurt but it won’t be excused
Cuz I’m breaking this generational curse
And just to be real, it could’ve been worse
I got my little girl, he’s in the back of a hearse
Dead and forgotten like a dirty old purse
If life taught me anything, it’s how to be strong
It gracefully taught me how to right any wrongs
It taught me to be the one to break all the chains
I’m proud of the person I’ve built through the pain
He is living on the breadline, He is cold and hungry with no support line. Money comes in and slips through his hands a capital version of hourglass sands. The hunger used to drive him but now he is weak. The cold has seeped through to his bones, we wonders and drifts looking for somewhere to call home.
Once he was a soldier he stood proud and tall and no body told him that pride comes before a fall. He fell and he fell too many miles to count. he injured his leg and the army kicked him out.
The breadline stands between him and his life the life that was lost because he cant pay his way out. The stress ate him up in its endless starvation along with the rest of the breadline nation.
Tell Me
Tell me somewhere there’s joy that’s waiting
laughter, people celebrating.
Victory for all of those that’s crying
that’s loving someone dead or dying.
Tell me there are restful hearts
where beauty in all its splendor starts.
Where children laugh and run and play
with angels watching night and day.
Tell me there is peace on earth
come to us a virgin birth.
Where all is well and nothing’s wrong
where choirs raise their voice in song.
Tell me there’s someplace to turn
when there’s no lessons left to learn.
Please tell me God abides up above
Tell me somewhere there is love.
Edwin C Hofert
I love to travel anywhere, the more foreign the better for me,
Strange lands and how other people live is very interesting to see.
This travel bug I caught got started when I was only eighteen years old,
A college friend and I went to the Bahamas, we were fearless and so bold.
Then I started my career and I knew to take advantage of this time,
Each year I’d set off somewhere new, after saving my every dime.
I traveled to beautiful Hawaii followed by South America the next year,
One of my favourites was Bermuda, I was young, memories so dear.
I flew over to England and stayed for a fortnight to visit a new friend,
We toured all around Scotland traveling as far north as Land’s end.
After that I spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, the trips become a blur,
Many islands look the same, palm trees and beaches, others will concur.
Mexico was interesting studying the Mayans from Chichen Itza to Tulum,
Manzanillo to Puerto Vallarta, high cliffs where the waves crash and loom,
Got engaged in Myrtle Beach, so it holds a special place in my heart,
Then honeymooned in Jamaica where we spent not a moment apart.
Once the children came along, the travel plans required a major adjust,
We would go away on 5 year anniversaries, this was an absolute must.
A Caribbean five island cruise then the next trip two weeks in New Zealand,
But my favourite place remains the Greek islands, windmills, sun and sand.
Liechtenstein, Austria and Switzerland was a mother-daughter trip,
I showed her the ropes of travel and how much to leave for a tip.
Seems this travel bug of mine has proved to be a little bit contagious
My daughter now loves travel but her destinations are more outrageous.
While traveling is usually an educational journey, one that I just adore,
I’ve had moments in Egypt and the Holy land, that chilled me to the core.
But even during these very scary times, one thing that stands forever true,
The people there were kind and caring, someone always willing to help you.
I think that I still have a few more trips left in me, if my pocket book holds out,
Need to see eastern Europe, China and Africa, there’s more to learn, no doubt.
For the meeting of new people and learning their culture, gives my life new lease,
It provides the burden of proof that all should know, we need to work for peace.
Written by Lee Ramage
For Contest "Close your eyes and click your heels"
Just Say No
Look at the embers
The smoldering remnants of a lost world
Destroyed by arrogant world leaders
Mere children fighting over their toys
Arguing over the size of their manhoods
How did they let it go so far
How could we not say that is enough
Did we believe the lies they told us
Someone somewhere should have said no
Took the children and spanked their bottoms
And sent them to their rooms
If just one person would have stood up
Denied what they were told and thought for themselves
Children would be playing kickball in the streets
Mothers would be nursing their babies
And songs would be sung
Instead, look at the embers
Think of everything we have lost
And someone please…JUST SAY NO