Long Steels Poems

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Premium Member The Room

I find myself
In this room
Where flames of passion
Dance 
Within a hearth 
That steels my heart
With just a single glance
Where from a glowing
Candle a bra
Set in tiers of three
I see reflections
Of a thousand
Crystal memories
As it stands upon 
A shawl of antique lace
Draped across the shoulder 
Of the Grand that waits
With a rose of ruby red
Laid across her waiting bed
Of keys of ebony and ivory
Waiting for the hands
That with love
will understand
The ink spots
On the yellowed sheets.



Inspired by a painting by J. Gibson
that hangs above my desk where I write.
I have spent many hours in this painting.
It is a place I go for peace and comfort.

Placed 3rd in Brian Strand's Ekphrasis contest
art
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member God Help Ye Weary Gentleman, Let Nothing You Dismay

A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings  
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
 remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt!

He bends his head to shield his face,
and steps upon the curb, to brace
against the mob, against the throng,
against long lines in shopping malls 

He watches herds with purses out,
who attack the narrow aisles and park.
Chagrins at purpose, poised, embarked
They're mad! They charge like Joans of Arc!

No one pays him time of day
He feels the sting of frostbit cheer
and leans beneath the canopy
The sales are lit, with half-price tease 
and gaggled geese attack with glee!

Pure instinct guides, their goal is keen
Gifts supreme, they seek and find!
He wonders, as they claim their prize,
if what they buy, and dollars leaked
will gratify their kin, divined?

With weighty burdens in their hands
and dollars spent from sun to sun,
he waits until his wife is done.
This madness took her far away
within the glass enclosed array
of Jingle Bells and money spilled,
of trinkets, socks and Visa bills

His feet are sore, a wrinkled coat, 
unruly hair,...  it glistens now,
With cheeks of red, he steels his breath.
Forefathers did, before their death!

Entrenched in snow beneath his feet,
his stomach growls,  he begs to quit
He watches from the window glass.
A check-out line!!            She's close!!!    ......   At last!!
She's almost done, her purchase won!!

She grins as if she's fetched the best!
The smile she wears, he catches fast 
And makes it worth the weary quest!

Premium Member Words

Words: Use the following words in a poem. Pretzels, shout, threshold, pine, now, sulfur, ladybug, percolate, cap and lamp

Let’s give a shout out
to the one who eats hot
salty soft pretzels.

Who holds a pine scented
lamp that sputters and flares
in the darkest night.

While they watch gooey
black tar percolate from
the bowls of the earth.

A cautious ladybug creeps
across the felt cap of
 of the pretzel eater.

Now is the time to swat
the nefarious ladybug
as she steels across their cap.

Smack! The ladybug is
no more as a sudden soft scent
of sulfur permeates the air.

Darkness

It comes
 when least expected wraps around the heart
 takes away the hope of the soul;
it blinds the mind
 steels the process of thought, holds lie as truth
 confounds the inner spirit;
there is within a subtle quiet
 chilling and clinging to the air unmoved, hovering, looming
 reality just out of reach
lost in the darkness that overcomes
 out of touch with time, afraid of change 
 exceeding understanding
a blackness that overwhelms
 seeping into hearts and souls, lost to knowledge
 dying to breathe new life;
it comes and goes
 as easily as the passing of light in day
 and before we realize, everything and everyone slips away
into the darkness.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Who Am I

You are the little grown boy
That fiddle with every toy
Running in the rain 
With friends and hearts plain.

You are the son of your father
And the favorite of your mother
You are the love that found love
That love tailed from the dove.

You are the Daddy 
That the children desires to teddy
The man always there for hers
A wall to lean when she errs.

You are the strange poet
That has picked from my poetry pocket
Not lost but lost to remember himself
Could poetry be selfish to steal oneself?

You are just you
Thinking I found you
As you read each line
I hope it makes you fine.

You are the one poetry steals
But not your heat to steels
You are the one this poetry finds
In prints and lines.
art
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Fairy Night, Morning Gold

~The Evil Fairy And the Vengeful Leprechaun~

Late at Night while the chickadees go quiver
A fairy of the forest has fastened to her heart
A bog-reed arrow, white wash dipped in flint
She dances yes she dances, in a conical red cap
Tithing the sundown, to a leprechauns demise;

Not a stranger to mischief, she steels his golden pot
She stitches up his wishes, and spikes his felted hat
She glues his silver buckles up his nose in, far remote
She sticks him on a clover, stewing mad n’ boiling hot

By; Mystic Rose

Early Morning, under the fogs rainbow, twisting and twisting his nose
Little does she know, Lepree's a madman with his own games
Sitting and brewing with a grin, he awaits the chemicals to kick in
A price to pay for stealing Lepree's gold, in such a golden way
He yells and cries, "I hope you dance, rapid like the river away!"

Fairies don't exist! Fairies don't exist! -----A quiver in the chest
For we all know when speaking them words, somewhere out there
A fairy dies, ----shillings from his silver tongue he spoke
A million times Lepree cried "Fairy don't exist!" suddenly--she drops;

By; Poet Destroyer


~A Poet Destroyer Collaboration~

Down and Out

So many nights like these
 on my hands and knees
Begging God please
 give me just a little release
In a dark desperate state
 with too much on my plate
Straight out of the gate
 this seems to be my fate
Since the womb ive been denied,
 hated and despised
Just another outcast from the tribe
, discarded, judged and tried.
A wayward son buried deep
, too many secrets Ive had to keep.
This insanity steels My sleep
, a weeping wailing black sheep.
I scream up at the skies, 
is it all just smoke and lies.
It just seems the more i try,
 i never find peace of mind.
So i pray my heart will heal
 and God will give me a better deal
And true happiness i can feel
 and he will show me what is real
Form:

Canvas of Blades

And in the nights of moonlit days,
She captured the shattered windows of pains
The ending nights into the caves,
Where she went with the shattered pains
Made her thought of a trance of hope
Where the hate whisper the beauty of shades.

But to the hate of deadly gaze,
The darkened waves, off the solace into the wavy grane.
Into the heart of shady trace,
She goes with the movement of rage.
The aches of heart makes her deep,
Into the soles of fiery sleep.

Where she ended the eyes of race,
Met into the graves of shadowy traits
The final night meant in the dark of a creep,
Creates a flame of dancing deep.
Went by the lights into caves,
Founded herself with blazes of blades.

All that flames met in the eyes,
Carved her heart into the shape of glaze.
The burning steel made her alive,
Into the veins of reels of live.
Wavy shades of teary bloods,
Kept in the shiny phase locked blades.

To herself, in the midway night,
Kept her eyes by the molten steels of teary fate.
And in the garden of shivers, down in the alley,
Inherited powers of teary blades of fiery,
Slotted the awaiting eyes into darkened sea,
Where the canvas feared and flee.

The apricity of blood shaped the blade,
Into the heart of sinking sins of fade.
And into the face of clearing shades,
She made a new way of creepy blades.

To the moon of scars that slotted fairy games,
She ended up making her own canvas of rains.
Wholly the depth of shades that resides,
Went into the phase of fears of decides.

A flame that flickers reared her eyes,
Met into the ways of teary ice.
The bleeding words shown into the ways,
But the slotted jar ended up in the depths of days.

The burning blades sheared and fade,
Where the melting steels cleared and shade.
Heart of race kept in the plane of dying days,
Worn into the cases of bleeding tales.

The movement of rage kept into the plane,
In the nightes of shades of pain,
The scars talked to the wavy ocean of rain,
The amidst shown the wholly creation of gain.
Form: Imagism

A Brothers Forgiveness

On a journey down the mile
A priest knelt down in prayer
“Our father help me guide this lost soul
To your loving embrace 
That you may be his last judge 
His stain of death will mark him
So that you might welcome him
his return home imminent …….Amen”
The priest continued on his way
Heavy of heart .. 
his horror of what lay ahead marking his face
nearing the cell He pauses 
The hardest part lay before him
The warden appearing pulls him aside …
” Keep him calm with your gibberish father
We’ll do the rest “
Cold Grey walls surround him 
silver bars
The only splash of light or shine 
Prison a hellish place to live 
Let alone die
Blah blah blah the warden
rambling on his voice fading 
Nothing of the tragedy 
The Killing time to come
Oh the horror in the knowing
The hour of our death
Arriving at their destination
The warden steps back 
wanting no part of what was next
Metal bars swing back 
revealing a man of mammoth proportions
needle worn skin a moving picture of colour 
“Hello Brother “
The priest freezes in time
before him a brother lost
found Oh Lord only to loose him again
Desperation horror madness
All cross the priest’s face
“Why ?” says the priest
“Though we don’t share belief or lifestyle
I love you brother .. 
I ask your forgiveness for your compassion
My blood flows through your veins
Much as they say god flows through yours
I only ask for a brothers forgiveness
That i may meet my death
Having made my peace with my blood”
For a time silence 
Bile rising in the back of his throat
The priest fighting for composure
Steels himself .. 
“As a priest I forgive you 
As your brother I grieve for you”
Reaching for his brother 
Arms like logs wrap round the priest
Sobbing for what could have beens
The brothers sat like this till … 
Time was called

tis grace

Rearing up
	before it lies
dark shadow cast
	and block the sky

through bitter cold
	and blazing light
even its might
	now scars are borne

slippery grit
	and loose stones
ledges narrow
	and cracks tight

flesh so weak
	and spirit quakes
the one must climb
	and overcome

simple brawn
	courage strong
no sure path
	nor way marked

still set forth
	and ascend
with care probe
	and errors find

else do waves
	in cold wind crash
splay like ice
	on tender flesh

no skill or might
	nor daring deed
courage counts not
	to cross this path

yet go we must be
	in fragile shell
toss to and throe
	with towering might

white knuckles seize
	as muscles shake
our bowels like waters
	and strength flows away

and charted course
	soon lost within
and all our tries
	are not enough

far below
	in blinding light
white gives way
	to new life

yet there not
	the path is not
and frozen cold
	is one our way

mud so cold
	on stones slip
grasping roots
	stops our steps

warmth does melt
	yet bitter cold
steels away
	both strength and will

yet others behind
	for us depend
to open the path
	and mark the way

heart does pound
	dry is mouth
and muscles quake
	and fear is strong

one cannot know
	and hope is weak
still we take
	another step

‘tis through grace
	that lifts us up
the way still hard
	but our burden light

together we
	still onward go
together on
	‘tis through grace

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