Long Sorrow Poems
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The sadness of getting lonely, weary and old
is none other than the anguishing thought,
we can't avoid feeling or mentioning at all cost;
daily unrest triggers the awful death word!
Will all frighten when that time comes?
Shutting windows to shelter ourselves
from an imaginable cold worsens existence;
it's not winter yet, gather common sense!
A menace is horror to whomever perceives it
as an imminent demise, a sudden sorrow that
persists and torments feeble souls intensely shivering;
insidious voices transform all moods and well-being!
Whoever detests old age will have his own pain
to bear when he comes face to face with reality;
and the one who uses his young body to entertain,
escapes it from it a while, then encounters fatality!
Declining years show their signs on faces,
unbearable is the isolation from a society
that abuses and scolds the enfeebled minds,
all they ask for is understanding, not mercy!
Are they able to withstand the fury of the rainstorm,
the fret of desolation amid screams and crashing noises?
And despite their strengthless, fear and deviating tones,
nothing delights them more than the soothing calm!
They have lived a life with very noble ideals,
no affection they withheld from their peers;
and having completed their devoted human task,
they'll go serenely as they came into life to be brisk!
It's so clear too us that who chooses to live in dreadful darkness
decides to disregard what's sacred indulging in wrongful pleasures;
and for the ones who strongly believe in a gratifying, divine purpose,
they pave the way not with gold but with something very grandiose!
The greyness or whiteness of hair shows actual age,
it's not complaining about wrinkles, moods and looks:
it's the absence of compassion, kindness and closeness,
take away these three from them and they'll feel rage!
Some years ago there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
I listen to the sound of Christmas all around me,
Glistening snow reminds me of loved ones in heave,
My daughter sings of silent nights alone with God,
There is no sacrifice great enough to thank him for his submission,
Sometimes we must stand alone, because that is what he asks of us,
But we are never alone,
The sound of Christmas envelopes us and says, “I see you.”
It whispers to us, “I love you.”
It caresses us with my daughter’s winter chilled cheeks,
Some years ago, there was a man in heaven and he gave gifts unto men,
And these tears I cry, are not tears of sorrow, or merely joy, but a sound.
A ringing of gratitude, that gently chimes with the gracious bells of salvation army reps.
A ringing of brotherhood, throughout the stores and slushy streets.
Yes, it’s true there is much sorrow in this world.
There is much pain,
There is much darkness,
Yes, there is much for us to learn,
And this sound, this wondrous coo of an incarnate God who loved me enough to sell his soul
on my behalf.
Who loved me enough to sell himself to sorrow.
There is no better melody.
I am enraptured by flowing snow that tell me sister that she is entwined in a beautiful
fabric,
My father in law shot himself, but the coo of my incarnate Krishna, of my child Savior
whispers to me that he is at peace.
There is much sorrow to this world,
And my soul is often heavy,
And there is this sound, this sound of brotherhood that assures me, that my sister will
stop cutting herself and men will live in harmony.
This sound of Chrismas.
I tell you there is no greater glory than to know that he chose us,
He chose us for this moment, to know that Christmas is risen,
And it gives gifts unto men,
With the sound of a babies coo,
And a man’s sacrifice.
Friends of ours have died this year…
and though we’ve had friends who’ve died before…
as each year we grow a little older…it seems to happen more.
We’re sad when the life of someone we love comes to an end
sad they will no longer be with us…sad we’ve lost a friend…
Because we know while we put the pieces of the puzzle of our life together
as each new friend fits in…our puzzle is improved.
and we know our puzzle will never be the same…
with their puzzle piece removed.
And though there’s a good chance we will add more pieces to our puzzle
if fate and circumstances permit…
there will always be an empty space…into which no other piece will fit.
In order to counterbalance our sorrow…so we won’t always feel dismayed…
we do our best to fill that space with the memories we have made.
We smile as we remember moments…because with each new memory we embrace…
we’re amazed at how many memories line up to fill their space.
With each moment we remember…our sorrow lessons and our happiness soars…
and that empty space inside our puzzle…doesn’t seem as empty any more.
It helps us move ahead with life…to be brave and bold…undaunted…
which is exactly, we imagine, what our old friend would have wanted.
They would want the memories we made together…
to be what we’re focusing on….
those times their piece was part of our puzzle…
not …on the fact it’s gone.
On cloud I could write verse for you,
storm surge drifted out of my sight,
placed me under spell of deep blue,
sorrow dragged me into dire plight.
Sadness traced the tear drops in flight,
the words dissolved, took the shape true.
As dense mist descended from height,
on cloud I could write verse for you.
Rain drops made lyric on leaves new,
fluid rhythm I didn’t perceive quite.
Gleam of future was out of view,
storm surge drifted out of my sight.
Across sad sky in starless night,
I was wafting astray I knew.
My heart broke with the brunt of blight,
placed me under spell of deep blue.
You hardly knew what I went through,
when you’re gone from my days so bright.
To find life’s pulse I had no clue,
sorrow dragged me into dire plight.
I was in debris of delight,
but arose as with cloud time flew.
Lost longing my mind could excite,
in my split heart this poem grew,
on cloud I could write.
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March 19, 2023
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We Warned You
Yes, we warned you about that pack!
Such vicious, life-threatening beasts
can capture you and bring you down;
and one by one, on you will feast.
You stay away from them, we cried!
Don't let them come too near your home.
Do all you can to chase them off
and then stay put, and do not roam.
You thrill in seeing them all lined
together as they stand that way,
all sleek and perfect in their form.
From them, you need to run away.
Yes, we warned you about that pack!
Their vicious threats seen days and nights.
They captured you and brought you down;
that killer pack...Marlboro Lights.
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Although the kiss was brief
The sensation seem to linger,
His eyes still closed when he felt a pain
As she ran the razor sharp nail of her finger
His eyes popped open as he looked at his chest
She hushed him and stroked his hair while whispering “rest”
He found that he was laying on the floor
Surrounded by snow, his chest was bloody and gore
“What you doing?” he begged
“Hush I said.”
“All will be revealed in time,”
“Rest you’re now mine.”
He panicked and tried desperately to move
But could not, as if his body had been removed
She sat next to him as her tail caressed his face
The scent of a woman was pleasurable, her tail like a silky lace
She spoke “ Do you remember long time ago,”
“The beginning of your people’s sorrow?”
“Yes,” he replied
The reality of his situation dawned on him as he deeply sighed
“The sacrifice should have been from the chief’s fruits not a bearer,”
“Yes,” he replied, “A male child not female that’s what brought our terror.”
“What Happened to Little Irit?” she asked
He hesitated for a while, “She was taken by Coyote,” he said at last
“Probably eaten, how should I know.”
She whispered “That was not so.”
“I am Irit the sacrifice, not little anymore,” “They now call me Irma.”
Child of Coyote, Goddess of Devolma”
“Although you killed my father, his spirit lives in me”
She straddled him, sat on his belly leaned forward and said “Look in to my eyes and
see the fate I have for thee”
Her eyes were pools of fire
As he saw his fate, the terror made him scream out and perspire
Her fingernails slowly pushed under his chest deep inside
Slowly tearing the skin open wide
He screamed but his body did not move
He passed out, she stopped and waited until he was fully alert before continuing the
skin removal
“Medicine man where is the one that should have been given in my place?”
“Show haste and I might spare the rest of you and your face.”
The pain was to much to bare and thought he would die at that moment in time
But her words echoed in his pain “YOU ARE MINE”
“His in hiding in the great towns,” he screamed
The exposed muscles to the air was like no other pain but she had hot water on the
fire which steamed
“Hush, this is only the beginning for you medicine man she whispered….
To be continued….
" The distance traveled, the lifetime spent
hurried times unraveled without lament "...Poet
As each sun sets I'm a day closer to death
I find these days are a more precious breath
The darkness that waits I will not fear
life will depart it will not persevere
Nothing to nothing with life in between
before and after I will sleep unseen
Tears will fall and then they will fade
along with my tombstone, it will degrade
death will remain a master of change
it comes when it wants to rearrange
Blackness will come without any sorrow
and steal my life from seeing tomorrow
More than a thought, less than a dream
death is forever it will end my life's gleam
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Whisper whisper in the night
Hold your lover oh so tight
If in the morn she is gone
Somehow you must carry on
Secrets secrets lovers share
her eyes covered by long hair
Do you know her you think so
Pleasured moments taken slow
Questions questions where did she go
Answers not found you do not know
She disappeared before daylight
Why has your angel taken flight
Sorrow sorrow deep in your soul
Where she once lived there is a hole
You wonder did she ever care
as you sit and mournfully stare
Shouting shouting to the sky
Tears erupting from each eye
How could the heavens be so cruel
Perhaps you're just a lonely fool
Waiting waiting is it true
Will there be a lover new
Can you trust her you hope so
a new person you don't know
Smiling smiling ear to ear
Your soul mate is finally here
Holding her close but not so tight
You have no fear that she'll take flight
Hours hours become years
Happiness grew from your tears
Kisses hugs a love that's true
She's the perfect one for you
Moments moments children two
Parents now but not a clue
Twins a gift for lovers to share
You are such a happy pair
Listen to the sounds of the night.
Someone or something calls for me.
I know it loves me,
but I don't trust its voice.
Listen to the cries of the lies.
What can you hear?
I know its rather hypnotizing,
but why invite it my way?
Do you hear the noise of death?
Do you sense its plea?
I can't help you with this destress.
Nothing is clear in the end.
My monsters, the demons.
they hide under my bed,
or maybe it's just in my head.
Who knows if its real or just a dream?
It doesn't even matter anymore.
So love the silence a little longer,
cause the screams will haunt us more.
I’ll be your forgotten lure, spun on ice and left to dry
Holding you light, to life’s complexion
Fair as a rose and faithful as the moon
Let me sway your heartstring, caress your chemistry
And I will whistle life into your hardened, stubborn arteries
For true lights warmth knows no sorrow
Sting of love is far too bitter, impaling sense of thought
So reason not with love but yield to its pulling influence,
the lack of which will tear you and rip your far from life
Lust for me in your dimension and see that I mean truth
As I do make my words retreat,
My actions mould and melt you
I will be the brightest star within your cosmos.
And when matured a black hole that that will channel your light’s divine
God to your desires yet a slave to your enchantment
My heart does harp a melody that will pulse your heartstring steadily