Long Tears Poems
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Endlessly expectantly awaiting
a knock upon one's front door
That quite patently you know deep
inside your heart and soul is destined
never ever to come
No matter how hard or many times
you wish upon it will
Is a lifetime in part best spent
Stuck waiting all alone inside starring
out a window and dusty curtains
At strangers and life passing bye
And if you listen hard enough the
faintest of knocking noises heard
Before the door is closed behind them
shut
Once those who are warmly welcomed
are safely ushered in
Offered up a cup of tea or whatsoever
beverage they desire
And so begin to recite converse
declaration , exclamation
In order to propagate and facilitate the
purpose of a conjugal visit
Whilst he or she across the road makes
use of the nearby dusty curtains
To wipe and dry the tears away from
their eyes
More in just than in hope and endless
expectation
A knock upon one's front door finally arrives
And they don't look their best
I grind my teeth at the thought of her torn flesh
The blood . . . the blood
The life leaving her eyes
And that look of pity on her face
Erased from the world forever
Stuck in my head I wait in the bushes
Until the people finally leave
Now my chance has come
And I must take it while I can
I pick the door lock and go into the house
There she is sitting quietly on the chair
I let the mood sink in
Leaning against the wall
I am satisfied with the fact that she is so content
In a moment, I will be too
Adrenaline rushing through my every being
I lift the knife and walk forward from behind
Never have I been so shaky
With excitement—and power!
When I am within two feet of her
I lift the knife even higher
And bring it down on her with much force
With much force I feel the knife go through
Stopping between collar bone
She gasps and screams
But I clamp my bloodied hand over her mouth
I move in front of her and pull out the knife
Blood gushing everywhere
I stab her again
Staring into her green eyes
Wondering what she is thinking right then
I stab again, this time deeper
All the wrong lost in that stab
I twist the blade inside
Remembering the abandonment
She struggles, screaming her muffled scream
Kicking and flinging her arms helplessly
By the fourth stab she is gasping on the floor
Dragging her way to the door
I let her crawl
To hope . . . groaning desperately for relief
Only to stop her
To SHATTER her
Dragging her back by her feet
Blood and tears streak her eyes
I lift the knife one last time
Listen to her last raspy cry
And drive it downwards
As bliss and power smother me
But then suddenly
Everything goes black
In the depths of night, when stars lament their solitude and the moon veils her face in clouds,
I sink into the ocean of silence, into the weight of nothingness that enfolds me like a second skin.
I drift through days as a shadow among shadows, unseen, unchanged,
bearing the burden of existence like an invisible cloak, a veil of melancholy.
Silence becomes my music, a song of lost souls in life's labyrinth,
and I surrender to its rhythm, a waltz of shadows dancing in the abyss of thoughts.
I exist only in the moments when silence becomes word, a whisper of eternity,
and I let myself be carried by the current of memories, by the waves of oblivion,
into a world where stars are tears of gods, falling into the abyss of night.
It is enough to be thus, a speck of dust in the moonlight, a dream lost in reverie,
for sometimes, just to be, to sink into silence, is an act of magic.
In silence I find solace, in nothingness I find meaning,
and I let myself be carried by the stream of consciousness, a river of thoughts and emotions,
towards the shores of oblivion, where all is lost and all is found.
I am a shadow among shadows, an echo of echoes,
yet in my silence there is a whole world, a universe of dreams and melancholy.
It is enough to exist thus, in this space of in-between,
where reality and dream intertwine, where being and non-being meet,
for sometimes, just to be, to sink into silence, is an act of magic,
a dance of the soul in the abyss of night.
How many roses since have come and gone?
he thought as he sat looking at her grave.
How many futures had been staked upon
those brilliant blooms to her he often gave?
What stiff buds like hands in prayer since drawn
in oils on canvas did she seem to crave?
“White angels,” she did sing the day they wed.
Again he placed them here now she was dead,
as he'd done each year upon her birthday.
The emerald garden and granite stones
still looked untouched. The olive trees now swayed
as ever had in June. As white as bones,
statues silent, but proud as gods portrayed,
were yet his marble friends and not undone
by tears. My Angel White was she when wed,
he mused again, his feelings still unsaid.
A thousand memories like ivy spill
over the wall behind his quiet chair.
Such fervent whispers in a windless chill
go through his head of sparse and silver hair.
So many letters from an inkless quill
he wrote alone as though they'd reach her there.
A thousand roses white as angels tread
upon his dreams, keep singing in his head.
But now the car was packed, the house was sold.
Their young sons all were grown and since moved out.
He blurted forth, “My darling, now I'm old.
The boys are grown and all are strong and stout;
I know that you'll be safe within their fold.
I must move, have a life that's now about
the years that I have left. I'll always hold
those times we had as precious as though gold.”
He stood and put the chair into the car.
He cried upon the freeway for some time,
the new life in the desert still afar
from coastal past and reminiscent clime.
A new home that he'd found could be on par
with what he'd now let go. Had come the time
when he must vanquish sacred angels white.
And thus he drove into the coming night.
8/20/17
His fingertips traced my lips and lightly brushed
my cheek until I sensed the warmth of a blush.
Our last night would be spent with flames of fire
in passion's romance, I was consumed with desire.
In the soft glow of candle light, we undressed,
and the sweetest words of love, we confessed.
My blue gown of silk and lace, fell to the floor
I eagerly moved closer, needing so much more.
On this full moon night, how quickly time flies.
At my side he sleeps while tears fall from my eyes
If stardust wishes could keep him here with me
I would be a perpetual believer in celestial fantasy.
My heart whispered devout words, softly spoken.
When he opened his eyes, our passion was awoken.
Our last night was intimate and as sweet as a rose
At last, we slumbered til morning, in love's repose.
September 26, 2020
The Night of Passion and Desire
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
Love, those tears you wouldn't shed;
Let me be the one to shed them for you.
Yes, the world is full of uncertainties;
And yes I understand you are unsure,
And well, that is alright too.
Of course there is nothing new under the sky,
And well all of us might be going around in circles,
And of course there is nothing that I can assure you of;
Rather I will let you know, you can lean on me.
I know you are afraid to change;
You have lived this way your whole life,
And honey I think it's alright that you are afraid;
It's terrifying to let go of all the anger that you have festered your whole life.
Love, I won't tell you who to be or what to be;
I met you as such; the journey is your own;
And I believe you will grow at your own time;
I don't believe you have to be perfect;
You just have to be,
Just know I am here for you
Our love was a mixture of dreams,
joy and pain, they were not of equal
parts.
Oh, but how they each tore the
heartstrings apart,
Now, we are at the crossroads of
parting ways,
So let’s admit to the World once more
and say It’s just you and I.
There’s no need for tears to cascade
down our cheeks or bitter words to
escape our lips in a sigh.
In this lifetime, we can only take a
glimpse as we pass each other by,
And from time to time, maybe wave
a hello or a goodbye,
I know the weight of our parting we
cannot bear, even for a day,
But time and destiny say this is where
we part, each going a separate way.
Our love from the past, we must not
dishonour,
For in our hearts, our cherished love
will be looking on, knowing it was a
privilege and an honour,
Promises made, we must now forget,
The memories that we made, we
shouldn’t ruin with thoughts of regret.
Like two ships passing in opposite
directions, we will pass each other
without taking that last never-ending
embrace,
And with a mutual understanding,
we have chosen an amicable parting,
so let’s accept our fate with dignity
and grace.
And as the sun sets on this chapter of
our love story, let’s wish each other
nothing but sheer delight,
Let’s fly high like an Eagle, with the
wings that love gave us, and to support
each other in fulfilling the rest of our
dreams still within our sight.
by Zyrool
And shall this piece of twisted wire
bring me all I could desire,
and will this ugly-looking button,
that tears my flesh to shredded mutton,
grant me up there a first-row seat
where heavenly angels come to meet?
Can Heaven in mercy ever cover
my slaying children with their mother?
What of those maids in Paradise?
I yearn for them, but what's the price?
Lo, I behold a pale white dove.
Is this a sign from Heaven above?
No more to see the golden sun,
the silver moon when day is done?
Renounce the joys of married bliss
for an airy-fairy virgin's kiss?
Should I God's earthy gifts despise.?
There's time anon to Heavenwards rise.
You ask what is normal this is what we should do
you look at me and I will look at you.
We are all human well that is a good start
we all breathe air to live and we all have a heart
We all have blood that flows bright red
we all have a brain that is inside our head
We all feel pain and shed tears when we cry
we all are born the same way and we all eventually die
We might be different on the outside that is plain to see
but on the inside we are the same that sounds normal to me
So you ask what is normal and this is what I have to say
we are all different but normal in our unique way.
The way to a man's heart is through his belly
That's how the old saying goes
The way to a woman's heart is through love
She feels it down to her toes
We've all been programmed to live this way
This isn't against the ways of men
If love didn't continue as in olden times past
The world would most likely end
We all must follow the established patterns
Been in place since man first appeared
To try to invent some new rules at this stage
Is fraught with headaches and tears
So love away as you've always been doing
Be happy that you're able to feel
This unbridled joy that's known only to man
Enjoy life and love with much zeal