Long Wear upon Poems
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Tonight, I stand out on a frozen lake
and feel I dream, but cannot come awake
As I have been commissioned for this fight,
I stand out on a frozen lake, tonight
Upon my chest, the iron plate I wear
rings out like chapel bells through frigid air
when hammered by the sword I draw to test
the iron plate I wear upon my chest
Beside me on the ice, a mighty horse,
rears back in an impressive show of force
I'd choose, if given only one device -
a mighty horse beside me on the ice
There's still no proof that there be monsters here
but we've been followed and the truth comes clear
as we are being swallowed, head to hoof,
that there be monsters here, there's STILL no proof!
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Crystalline teardrops formulate into sorrow
It emerges into delicate exquisiteness before the sunrise of tomorrow
Sparkle my lovely darkness and captivate me with delightful, dainty dissonance
Feed me your radiance and bring me to evanescence pastures from a distance
Play my fearful, frivolous spirits like a violin with missing strings and other things
Prey upon me like a preying mantis, metamorphosing with unbroken wings…
Erupting turmoil…toiling into madness
Festering in unbearable sadness gladness
Swallow my fear with your mouth of mesmerizing melodies…relieve my anxieties
I wallow into the miserable, abyssal black hole of minus a thousand thirty seven degrees
Gracious apprehension is sprouting and shameless tension is growing tremendously
Until I uproot it…until I believe that I can go through the weeds of tribulation, although abrupt doubt drowns me
Please, please ease my mindset,
Blossoming avarice and utter regret
You gave me a new reason to believe in the light once more…I surely soar…
You save me from being enslaved by wretched negativity to the core
More and more soreness and painful laughter fills our wise days and thrills our childish ways to be exact
The dream I dreamt long ago is the vision of woe I can’t let go of
Drifting above and lifting below…someday, our opposites will attract
I scream in the silent chamber of my mind’s eye, my darling love
My poetry doesn’t matter to you anymore that I have been writing for too many years
I’m sure I suppressed you by my stressful weight of my emotional baggage
I fought away your fears and tranquilized your taunting tears…pleasant sanity heals us with cheers
I held your hand and adored your touch upon my own, giving me a relief package
I fear I will never let go if you let me know how you feel towards me deep down…I lived to like you in this town
I hope I don’t chase you away by my unforgivable, ugly frown
I hope I don’t freak you out or discourage you with my many problems that I wear upon my head like a crown
Your lovely, clever and precious name is my favorite proper noun
Your rather fearless, heartfelt name
I never want to put to shame,
But I became undone
The moment you were gone
My eyes rest upon your face, never wavering
My heartbeats, in accord, with yours
My feelings, I wear upon my sleeves
So, claim me and make me yours
Love me, oh. so tenderly.
My thoughts are no longer comprehensible to me
My words are no longer simple, nor, complicated -
My heart no longer beat with any normalcy
- For, it is now in tune with yours -
I've fallen, I've fallen hard, and I can't get up
I'm lost and I can't find my way
I'm drowning deep, deep, in the thought of you
I'm yours, if you want me, you've only got to say -
Come to me, my arms are opened wide-
Come my love, come inside -
You only have to hold me, and I'll melt within your embrace
You only have to kiss me, to make my heart race -
You only have to love me to make me yours for an eternity
you only have to say - Come to me, and I am all yours - Come to me -
Do not go gentle into the good night,
Where shadows dance, and darkness takes its flight.
Embrace the fire that burns within your soul,
Let passion guide you as you reach your goal.
Though time may pass and wear upon your frame,
Let not your spirit yield to sorrow's claim.
In every moment, let your spirit soar,
With every step, create a life worth more.
Resist the urge to dwell on days long past,
Instead, embrace the future and hold it fast.
The stars still shine, though they may seem concealed,
Their light remains, waiting to be revealed.
Rage against the dying of the light,
Ignite your dreams, let them take flight.
For life's too short to fade away unseen,
So seize the day and make your spirit keen.
Embrace the challenges that lie ahead,
With every breath, let your true self be shed.
Do not go gentle into the good night,
But blaze a path with all your strength and might.
…it’s all over. A bridge once stood here. Strong and sturdy where we could safely tread and reach the distance, hand in hand, secure in one another’s embrace.
Our travels, as the years went by and the storms came and went, seemed to wear upon this bridge, our hands detaching one digit at a time.
These hands know not a gentle touch from one another any longer. Instead, now stands distance where once stood a mighty bridge. Now dangling rope and splintered wood with an insurmountable chasm between where once we stood, hand in hand.
We could curse the bridge, but why hold disdain for such a thing as the very path that once brought us together. We could curse each other, but such hurtful and hollow platitudes hold no weight.
The chasm is too deep and too long however.
So long, my dearest friend. May one day we find another bridge to cross, another path to travel, and the warm embrace we once enjoyed so very long ago.
The traveler reeked of weariness,
His companion was Fatigue
Wear upon his clothes suggest
He'd come a million league.
Gaunt were eyes deep set and brown
Above his cheekbones high
His being was pure somnolence
And I heard his silent cry.
Hard roads had been his travel
The pains chiseled on his face
In lines of furrows on his brow
Permanently enlaced
Around I saw no motion there, then ...
His head began to rise
Finally he looked at me ...
Suffering in his eyes.
So quietly I attended
And with a heavy heart
I wanted so to speak to him ...
But knew not how to start
Within his labored breathing
He then began to speak
His words, when finally spoken
Were truthful and unique
His lips worked to form the words -
Then said; "My name is: Common Man,
I'm a father; I've worked hard;
' always done the best I can.
"The road's become uphill and steep with
Burdens I can't propel
I've tried to move on forward -
But, I stumbled here - and fell.
"There are others on me
Who so do depend
I must move on forward,
This mustn't be my end.
"Now I must reach out to you
'Cause before I've never failed
I'm turning now to you
'Fore on hardships I'm impaled".
A calloused hand then extended
Toward my outstretched hand
And I want to heed the call
For this Common Man.
But, Greed and Avarice have won
And assistance can't be lent -
Wall Street, you see, owns me now:
I'm Your Government.
Today was a different day for Deborah and I…let me now review…
We decided to attend a funeral of a person we never knew…
To understand our reasoning…why this is not as crazy as it appears…we must take you back in time a little…back 14 and 1/2 years.
That’s when our granddaughter Ava was born…we made a plan we couldn’t resist…we would purchase a charm bracelet that, one day, she will wear upon her wrist.
The idea is to add a charm each year…representing a time, a place…a scene…we keep the bracelet with us…until she turns sixteen.
We found a jeweler, her name is Kim, we liked the tattoos she had on her arm.
We told her the story of Ava’s bracelet and she said she’d be happy to attach the charm.
The first charm turned out beautifully…Kim’s expertise as a jeweler was quite clear…so we decided to take Ava’s bracelet and new charm back to her each year.
Now every year around the same time…just as we did the year before…we show up with bracelet and charm in hand…in front of Kim at her jewelry store.
We talk about Ava and how quickly our children and grandchildren grow…then Deborah and Kim get together to decide where the charm should go.
In the 14 years we’ve been doing this…as one year into another blends…we ceased to be jeweler and customers…and along the way we became friends.
I find it difficult to explain…as the reasons are often unclear…how a friendship can form with someone we see only once or twice a year…
But isn’t that the thing about friends…the thing that gives friendship its flair…You don’t have to see them often…to know that they are there.
We stopped by to pick up a ring Kim was fixing for Deborah the other day…and her emotions…she was unable to hide…through tears she could not control she told us her only son had died.
We did not know her son…never met him in these 14 years…?but there is something about a friendship…when a friend cries you can feel her tears.
So that’s how we ended up in the back of a church…
sitting in the very last pew….
there to support a friend…
at the funeral…
of a person we never knew.
Jack sprat grew more fat.
His wife became more thin.
His staple led to less of her,
and hers, to more of him.
He tasted what she used to love
and desired a richer plate.
The more he took from her sweet fork,
the less his woman ate.
See them now walk hand in hand;
and neither plump nor lean.
A happy balance has been reached
yet still the platter’s clean.
Equal wear upon their bed,
upon the stair and everywhere.
Opposites attract to make
a different kind of ‘share’.
Familiar now has bred content;
a healthy middle found.
If they could do it perhaps we all
could find some common ground.