Long Tones Poems
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We all have skeletons, rattling bones,
Hidden in closets, behind locked tones.
Don’t sit and act like you’re pure, divine,
Your shadows whisper, just like mine.
A love once lost, a lie once told,
A friendship broken, a heart gone cold.
The debt unpaid, the midnight tears,
The silent battles, the buried fears.
Regrets of words we never spoke,
Promises shattered, trust we broke.
The secret crush, the stolen glance,
The guilty thought, the missed chance.
We hide addictions, shame, desire,
The envy burning, the quiet fire.
We mask mistakes with holy airs,
But closets creak — they all hold theirs.
So don’t pretend you’re stainless, whole,
We all have cracks inside the soul.
Skeletons dance, they never rest,
And truth beats loud within the chest.
Written By: D. Collins 1/12/26
Global PTSD is a man made creation.
Limiting the places we once took vacations.
We shouldn't visit Cancun or European cities.
Something bad could happen to our families.
There's a change in the air and not for the best.
There is a serious risk travelling outside the U.S.
This was accomplished within the course of a year.
An American passport is not welcomed anywhere.
It's impossible to tell who just might have a beef.
Since we've managed to piss off about every country.
My advice would be to stick close to home.
To avoid the negative underlying tones.
The world is in a great turmoil
All around disquiet and confusion reign
Russia and Ukraine engage in war of attrition
Massacre of genocidal proportions
Has torn Gaza strip to a mountain of ruins
As Israel continues to exact her pound of flesh
For Hamas daredevilry of 7th October 2023
Meting out in the process to Hezbolah and Lebanon
Repercussions for exporting and harboring terrorism
While at the same time paying Iran back in her own coins
In this season of teeth for tat
In the midst of all these the Syrian civil war has been reignited
And Yemen has come under Israeli fire
As the Houthis join the fray in solidarity with Palestinians
In Sudan Generals battle for the soul of the nation
With the world caring less for her plight
While the disunited United Nations
Remains powerless
And the world powers continue to play
the ostrich
With claims and counter claims
And macabre discordant tones
While the Middle East burns
And a possibility of world war three
Staring the nations in the face
The world needs to pause and rethink
The world powers should wield the big stick
And bring their cronies to the table of dialogue
The planet needs to be saved from the caricature men have turned it to
The United Nations should be liberated
From the shackles of powerlessness
To bark as well as bite
In implementation of its mandate
Riding the train on a summer afternoon
feelings of fallacy hurled upon me,
satori in my brown orbs with a speck of gold dust inside,
I was ready to take on my heels back to you,
these intrusions being new
as I cannot assert with the flow
something pulled at my soul
for I lost all track of the sea,
fortified myself down the rabbit hole
seasons turned hazy,
troubled with blurring horizons
juxtaposing everyone else’s against yours in wild tones,
tangled in circles of alliances
crestfallen over you,
just like a little parrot, the throbbing heart of mine
whispers syllables of your calling
and it brought the storm along,
the stark lightning of which struck the chord
in dissipating the blues of mine
aching to be raptured in untethered pragma of love,
while into the deepest of desolation
stepping into your territory felt far-fetched ?
moon light shepherded through
the momentary solace of the soul sought after,
etched onto my roots
when time demands of imperative forgetfulness
you remain
the footprint of yours remain unparalleled in my infinity
Verse 1)
Witches roam in cloaks of black,
Mixing potions out back.
Ghosts float in with shots of rum,
Skeletons bangin’ on a drum!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Verse 2)
Skeletons slide in two by two,
Clickin’ heels and tappin’ shoes.
Jack-o’-lanterns flash that grin,
The party’s wild come on in!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Bridge)
Broomsticks parked out by the door,
Vampires passed out on the floor.
Bartender laughs, “Just one more?”
Ain’t no night like this before!
(Chorus)
Hey hey, shake them bones,
Rock that graveyard, rattle those tones!
Spin that broom and lose control,
We’re rockin’ with the undead soul!
(Tag / Outro)
Now the clock strikes half past three,
Graveyard crowd still swingin’ free.
If you hear that ghostly moan
It’s just the sound of dancin’ bones!
I hate to see my children indulge in folly.
If you are afflicted just turn to me
For I made all things and know them well,
From the biggest whale to the littlest bee.
Why cry to a mortal man like you
To whom the world has sent a dose of woe?
Instead cry to the heart that yours made
For all your worries and cares I well know.
Why should you consult the sleeping dead
Who cannot twitch the smallest of their bones
While I, the beginning and the end, listen to you
As you pray with pounding hearts and anguished tones?
And must you love him who seeks to destroy
The very valuable things you to him entrust?
You may mock my unfathomable love for you
But you have my grace from birth to dust.
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Verse 1
There’s a rusted-out old steeple
Off Highway 31, near my dad’s old trailer
I left that place with shaking hands,
Swore I’d never kneel again—
But silence pulls like the wind before a storm.
Verse 2
I try to keep my eyes open
But the world keeps shifting tones,
The faces I once laughed with
Fade like echoes down a payphone—
Still, I hear a whisper in the static.
Chorus
Grace’ll break your worn-out heart, sure it will —
Then walk you home like nothing happened.
When shadows stretch and swallow whole,
Mercy flickers — a match you thought was gone.
Verse 3
I’ve worn shame like a second skin,
Like a coat I never meant to keep.
But there’s a light that slips through cracks
Where I buried all my prayers too deep—
And now it’s callin’ me to stay.
Chorus
Grace’ll break your worn-out heart, sure it will —
Then walk you home like nothing happened.
When shadows stretch and swallow whole,
Mercy flickers — a match you thought was gone.
Bridge
So if you’re out there listening,
Drowning in the noise and doubt,
You’re not the only one
Who's ever thought of backing out.
Hold on—grace will find you,
Even when you can’t believe,
It’s the hand that won’t let go,
The hum behind the silence when you breathe.
Final Chorus
Grace’ll tear right through your chest, yeah it will—
Then carry you home through the dark and still.
When the night tries to take your soul,
Mercy burns — quiet, fierce, and whole.
Spoken Outro
“Maybe grace ain’t the thunder we pray for—
maybe it’s the hand you don’t see till you’re falling.
It’s not about staying clean,
it’s about standing up with dirt still on you.
And if you feel lost tonight—
that’s exactly where grace waits.”
(pause)
…let the silence speak...
After: Harlequin’s Carnival by Joan Miro, 1925.PD
After: Bing Crosby - Swinging On A Star (1944)
I try to apply colors like words that shape poems,
like notes that shape music. - Joan Miro
Listen to the mockingbird rings from ear to ear driven in a
frenzy of delight, naysaying the evil torts of Hieronymus
Bosch’s gardens. Feasting on nature’s foreplay, stringing
leaps of fancy, parading to an oompah-pah, lured by a rendez-
vous with Dali and melted timepieces.
to fly
to soar
soar unconfined
soar scored
scored notes
scored lines
The bliss of true tones, winged squirmings,
dancing snakes, acrobatic merfolk swinging on stars,
the ensemble gestates.
Cues coil, ping, the clocks tick; let your
wired heart purr. Jack-in-the Box to Jack outside,
take a spoonful of sugar with your medicine, & twirl
your partner round and round.
First published by illumen 2016
Darkness surrounds me, completely shrouded,
Thinking and movements totally clouded
Try to run but my legs go weak
I hear movement, the stairs creak
Hidden behind a cupboard, crouched on the floor
I reflect how it started, with an eerie knock on the door
Eyes to the peephole it wasn’t a man I observed
I saw an angel of death, can’t be real, that’s absurd
Stunned by the vision, I could not believe my eyes
Until he opens his mouth and expelled millions of flies
Scrambling to the kitchen, I seized a large knife
Weapon sorted, I was prepared to fight
As I turn back, he emerges though the wall
Clothed in black, skeletal figure and awfully tall
Smell of decay, putrid stench of death he exudes
He glides over, I slash at the darkness he imbues
Knife slides through, he smiles with evil glee
I whirl around, stumbling up the stairs, I flee.
That is how I ended up trapped, with him creeping closer
Useless knife held close, not making me any bolder
His shadow now looms, and coldness chills my bones
He whispers my name, in deep raspy tones
I push against the wall as if it will absorb me
Backed in a corner, some sense I finally see
I will stand to meet my fate, what will be will be
Surprise on his face a testament to my audacity
I take a deep breath knowing it is my last
He suddenly smirks, comes at me so fast
Then I am in darkness, fast deep breathing I hear
It was only a nightmare thank god death is not yet near...
The sun was newly risen above the Earth
his heated smile warmed amber desert sands.
The grand landscape resembled barren lands
as sepia grains were slathered by rippling waves
That's what I would see through blurred vision,
the hallucination of turquoise rivers in a mirage
The Sea of Dunes was tinted in maple honey tones
but bore no trace of boat, of oar, nor whale bones
It held no aqua fathoms of unmeasurable depth
and its ripples were not waves washing to the shore
Not one leviathan leapt at me from pages of lore
No lush oasis to be found in illusion before my eyes,
nor cool stream to quench my weary traveler's thirst
These Eastern dunes held no date palms for a feast
nor shade from which my life could be reimbursed
or gulls seeking herring, for I heard no hungry cries
Here, the moon did not control the ebb and flow
No tides except those guided by Mariah's breath
Her harsh winds blow without a wit of warning,
and scorpions do not fear drowning in an undertow
No sailor's widow need weep in weeds of mourning
In vast hummocks of golden glimmering sand
would I find myself living sorrowfully chagrinned
Lost and confused while the sun burned my skin
Circling the shores of this scorched desert sea
Parched, 'til death chooses to steal life from me