Long Stair Poems
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I sat at the bottom of your
heavenly stair case,
looking at your face that
makes me abase.
Terror and fear runs down
my spine,
making it seems as if our
relationship may be twine.
My feet trembles at the
hearing of your name,
and my soul has been
sunken deep down in
shame.
Every cell in my body have
been swimming in sin,
making me to lose a
linchpin.
My soul has been cast
down to the last,
for every sinful deed i did in
the past.
If only i can go back in
time,
i will gladly erase every
done wrongs and crimes.
Because right now my soul
feel lost,
and am determined to get
it at all cost.
If only i can get one more
chance,
i will atone for all my
mischance.
Right now my whole life
has been torn apart,
and am been left with a
broken heart.
Every day i falls down on
my kneels,
and cry for the pains that i
right now feels.
Each day i keep asking
myself inside,
what i was thinking when i
left your side.
I keep streching to hold
back your loving hands,
because right now i
drowing in sin like am in a
quicksand.
I keep hoping to have you
back in my mind,
for you are the best
treasure anyone can ever
find.
I plea for the forgiveness of
all my sins,
and a chance for my soul to
be pristine.
I have choosen to walk
back in your holy path,
in order for me not to face
your wrath.
You have been so good to
me irrespective of my
iniquity,
erasing my evil deed with
your divine immunity.
I have choosen to love you
above everything that ever
existed,
and to follow you till death
even when am been
taunted.
For i finally realised that
you are the way, the truth
and the life,
whosoever that ever have
you will surely have
everlasting life.
I hope to see you smiling at
me in heaven,
for thats all what i have
been craven.
Because right now am
curious and eager,
to be with you in paradise
forever.
Hotel... in the Song
I listen to the radio,
it is turned way down low,
but it is all that I care to hear, anymore.
The TV in the other room,
is going all the time,
but that is just fine.
Father comes home late,
from nowhere he works at all.
Mother stays home staring at the walls.
I go to school, until I do not.
Then I am grown without...
a place to be, you see.
Now, we live in one room,
my parents and myself.
Sometimes I get to sleep on a bed,
and sometimes the floor.
It is better than the door,
and the unknown outside.
We had a real home once,
but it is gone for now,
I doubt I will ever see it come back.
Instead, we pay each night,
or once each week,
to be allowed a place
among the many.
There is no privacy,
and everyone is starving.
No one has any money at all.
There is no reason to go, anywhere...
but the stair, to stare at the lost people,
as they set up camp in the parking lot
across the road.
A preacher man he comes by twice,
once to give a note, and then to give his coat.
There were no takers for his words.
They would rather eat the continental breakfast,
provided by the establishment.
Broken people living in a rut.
Jelly fish alien spaceship called the children from their beds.
My brother was the first one up, he tapped me on the head.
It’s eight o’clock I snarled at him, in a grouchy mood at best.
I was irritated because tomorrow is a fourth grade fraction test.
Come on! He hissed. Remember the dream we’ve had for so long?
Tide is up, the moon is full, and I can hear the alien’s children’s song.
My eyes opened wide and I looked straight into his big orbs of blue.
Are you sure it’s the one? I asked him. Is the faerie prophecy true?
We will never know unless you get dressed, he coaxed me but hush.
The jelly fish ship would not go without us, still we had better rush.
I put on my clothes hastily and we tiptoed down our house’s stair.
One step creaked, and we both held our breath, listening to the air.
Ran to the sea barefooted, and the aliens waved their happy wave.
Where do you want to go? The big one asked. His name was Mr. Dave.
We do not care, Italy maybe, Japan, New Zealand, and Kenya too?
Climbed aboard that jelly fish ship and traveled the world, just us two.
Is that you there
I recognize that stair
Those eyes of a faraway dream
Fancy seeing you here, on this twilight day
While walking along this
Sterile bay…
Just watching the glassy water
Reflecting, this twilight day
A great time to be out
No fear of the burn
Of a tyrannical sun
A nice balance of shadows
Light, a gray twilight day?
Where we are safe, I must say...
Yes you know, oh and by and by...
The way my hunger is at bay
If only under tremendous pain
But the fiery veins of your neck call
My hunger needs but, I must keep and only, tip
My hat n walk away in this twilight day
Nice to see you n your lovely wife
She could be a treat tasty, fresh a delight
But I can wait for the shadows to play
I may come to visit for tea, a bite? Ha!
Too right! Don’t take stock in that crucifix...
So ironic don’t you think, but quite now
Listen, I must think...of the conflicts
Do you hear the sweet sounds of the doomed
The howls of the wild beasts
The music from the holly cost?
The infernal and the damned...SOON!
Well? Until til we meet again in these twilight days
This delicate gray light of doom
Ash drifting in strange currents
As I will dine on your fears
Drink your moral tears
And bath in your life
So un-till then, may me meet again
During the grey noon!
And dine on the lives of the insanity
Welcome to this twilight light
This time between frozen realities
On the fringes of forever and ever
As we sit in this doom light
Of proto-apocalypse
So hello, here you are witnessing the eclipse
I recognize that stair, those eyes of far, far away dreams,
Fancy seeing you there, on this twilight day
While walking along this sterile bay,
Just watching the glassy water reflecting
This twilight day is a great time
To be out, don’t you think? No! Not the crucifix
No tyrannical sun burning...no conflicts
Nothing to fear but the turning...
Only, going blind
in the grey night
of twilight!
Note:***This poem is meant to be read from the bottom to the top, left to right
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Never Again
and you remain—
For the World has gone from me and fled
The stairway of my mind shall never end
I accept the fate with the grinning dead
Hello again demons, hello friends
I remain
Alas! I fall and I am done
Tell me where have you fled, my love, my friend?
For a moment I gaze upon the sun
Here I am on earth again
1 Stair Remains
Why can’t I be free?
Tell me, why aren’t they looking at thee?
Why are they looking at me?
2 Stairs Remain
The garments of comfort I long to wear
Knowing in my heart that I’ll never win
I skip that grimy third stair
Like most of my life has been
3 Stairs Remain
Though my infected feet leave bloodstains
I can’t release even a single tear
The poisons encompass my river of veins
I step on thorns of wrath and fear
Enshrouded with pain!
4 Stairs Remain
Oh, how am I to survive?
Relieve me from this ever-fixed sadness
Why can’t you just be alive?
Cease this madness!
5 Stairs Remain
As you breathe your very last breath
The devilish fiends laugh at me
They are blaming me for your death
The deaths of the masses are calling me
6 Stairs Remain
The carcasses you feed upon are glaring
Oh! vulturous world so full of greed
When everyone is staring
God, redeem me!
I just can’t succeed
7 Stairs Remain
Of other fiendish sins
And I feel the shivers
Drowned by the turbulent wind
My stale breath quivers
8 Stairs Remain
Though we all aren’t free
They laugh below in the hole where I fell
The demons are haunting, taunting me
Alone I wander blindly out of hell
9 Stairs Remain
And my will is close to gone…
The stairway continues on
Forever hungry, forever stale
I toil through death’s dark vale
10 Stairs Remain
Why can’t we be free?
My resistance is nearly gone
The wretches are watching, stalking me
I’m too exhausted to move on
We dance to the tune of man
See fear in the palms of our hands
Hold the candle as steady as we can
Move forward with our lives
Hear reasons, witness lies
The belly of the beast we feed
Power, wealth, tyranny and greed.
Grains of sand on a beach we are
Waves can come so near from so far
Do we see that life is not what it seems?
Our minds compensate with our dreams
Innocence dies at the foot of the stair
The climb gets harder as we bear
Crushing blows to the core of our souls
Life is seen through different eyes as we grow
The realities of life are so humanly cold
Perhaps the story of man should never have been told.
Little Miss Muffet,
Sat on her tuffet,
Eating her curds and whey.
When along came a spider,
And sat down beside her,
And frightened Miss Muffet away.
She was frightened so bad,
She forgot that she had,
The food still in her hand.
She tripped on the stair,
And sailed through the air,
Flew five feet before she’d land.
She started screaming and crying,
Like she was probably dying,
Her wailing could be heard everywhere.
When her mom came running out,
To see what all the fuss was about,
She approached the young girl with care.
Muffet lay on the ground,
Her face in a frown,
And a bowl of sour milk in her hair.
I have to confess,
There’s no moral I guess,
If there was one, it would be that life isn’t fair.
You have to go to Artville and see the Tuledging houses, he said.
I did not think I wanted to make a detour, but persuasive is my Fred.
So I reluctantly went to Artville where I saw the most magnificent sight.
Every house was a creative masterpiece, it made the world seem right.
These are the Tuledging houses, Fred told me. They are terrific, right?
Oh, so much better than terrific. They were each bold and bright.
Can we stay in one? I asked him. I was loving each room and stair.
Artesians had designed this town, an atmosphere not found anywhere!
We stayed the night, but when we tried to leave, my eyes were welling.
In a day I had bought a cottage and designed my own Tuledging dwelling.
When are you coming home? My Fred asked me, with a bit of alarm.
Never coming back, I admitted. Artville to me has such fascinating charm!
“Shine until tomorrow. Let it be.” John Lennon and Paul McCartney
Kindness is what we need today.
Patience, love, and forgiveness too.
If people do not think your way,
try hard to see their point of view.
Be gentle as a summer breeze.
Be not a tempest bellowing.
Be the sea when after unease,
its tranquilness shines – mellowing.
Be not a tree stubborn to grow,
withholding the fruit it could bear.
Willow-like bend; let your hate go,
and behold your heaven’s first stair.
Take that first stair to heaven. See
more stairs that appear one by one.
To quote two’s wise words: “Let it be.”
Shine your light, and let peace be won.
Nov. 26, 2020
lids black out and allow me to write
while eyes shut tight
bring back four legged friends sprite
and though many years passed quite
I can remember those precious creatures
who barked at night
howling at inaudible sound or invisible light
casting silhouettes that fight
punctured the air with verbal byte
and now I list long gone
smart pets in alphabetical order – alright?
Baron – substantially German Sheppard
met his demise chasing a car on level road
the advantage overtaken
per vehicle with greater lode
which accidental death
found him buried in an unmarked grave
i.e. underground abode.
Georgie – a combination Boxer and Dalmatian
(with his cropped tail to boot
grew up as my canine brother
an essentially gave up the ghost
from organ failure of one or another.
Lady – this fur certain white German Sheppard
uncertain how, when or what
led to her body to collapse
perhaps while listening to snoop doggy dog raps
found on base near first stair
when rigor mortis set deathly traps.
Ruff – he and his litter mate Teddy
(listed below), an alpha beast o man’s and
woman’s best friend with moments of rage
as applicable to a dog, and seemed
to evince an intelligence like a sage.
Schultz – he apparently vanished in thin air
without a trace, not e’en
a filament of fur like hair
hopefully taken in by another pet lover,
but who knows where.
Shadow – pride of eldest sister,
he succumbed after becoming thermally ill
though diminutive for a black lab,
his absence left a void quite large to fill.
Socrates - dealt with harsh mistreatment
and distemper than tossed out
like trash, mine to sisters,
who nursed him with tender loving care
from his faux paws to a keen snout
which maintained his longevity no doubt.
Teddy – another throw away pet
found at Jacobsburg –
near Easton, Pennsylvania.
one lame leg (damaged
during his puppy hood)
lived til olde age.
my younger sister ( Shari)
brought him and Ruff home,
where their entire life he did stay
inherently evincing intelligence
that happiness found that chance
provided a doting owner this way.