Long Widow Poems
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My friend thought he could climb a mountain and I'm so depressed.
He fell when he tried to climb it and his loved ones lives are a mess.
He left a wife and four children behind.
This death happened to a man who was so kind.
After rock climbing, he thought he could climb a mountain but he was wrong.
His widow and kids are falling apart even though they're trying to be strong.
I told him not to climb it but nobody ever listens to me.
Now I spend most of my time trying to comfort his family.
It's very hard to accept that I will never see him again.
Tears roll down my cheeks because I lost a good friend.
(Even though this poem is fictional, only professionals should climb mountains.)
I’ve sold winter coldness to those who’re huge in their chests oncorners of these abandoned streets, where bars aren’t happy with myfootprints in front of every door. Where I hit myself at close range. Where I pay a price to win no game. However, she’s worked all her lifeto bring up all her children within this magical world of theatre & music.She’s convinced that these children won’t fail to understand & accept opera& early rehearsals. I'm bedridden waiting. Welcome to a pigheaded house. Welcometo your fate that befalls many emigrants you plant like beets beside the beetleto see new growth. Welcome to where you don’t fancy a beer before bier afterthe funeral. Something is bedraggled from the hedgerow & that’s your ex’sspecial brand. However, the twigs are dry & brittle, & cracked beneaththeir feet from the beginning. Her children are looking for more spaciouspremises after that premeditated murder in a blighted area where I prescribe hera daily diet chart.
Following night's tenebrous sheen
on this aging lake-
humped seashells drifted on aimlessly;
I Iaid forlorn by an old palm tree
needing to connect with anyone, anyone
until turbulent waves slapped my face..
How bitter this stab of aloneness
....gripping the hidden lament without relief
and eve's naked rays were gone
upon my chilling pores...
and no one cared about my misery.
Insolent ripples drowned my grate of angst
where bleary eyes grieved like a widow:
I moaned in hushes yet not even
a restless wind heard
my internal oration, my calls for reprieve ---
begging for a timber of sound
beneath a shawl of dimming stars ,
no one , not even the silence
of a saintly breeze
cared to listen ...not now.
4th place
EYE of READINESS
-SUCCESS
"We were welcomed by the eagle, who dropped us on our rears, when we finally achieved success, in his eyes. Dropped us a parting tear."
EYE of ROARING TIGER
-BELLY DANCER
"We were welcomed by the cute baby unborn, who laughed and giggled when he saw us. He sought for our hand to hold."
EYE of DISCOVERY
-PARASITE
"We were welcomed by the black widow, who left us when she learned to bite. She seduced and warned of times times and half a time."
EYE of BEAVER
-REDWOOD TREE
"We were welcomed by the tall, strong, majestic tree, which taught us to make homes and bridges."
EYE of HORSE
-MOON SHADOW
"We were welcomed by the crescent moon, which watched over us, like a guardian angel. Did readings of our palms and our hearts."
EYE of FUTURE
-CRAFT
"We were welcomed by the iron-headed robot, who taught us to weld, and work hard at tasks. We were joined by the Dolphin who showed us playful craft."
EYE of ADVENTURE
-POLITICS
"We were welcomed by the lion, who led us into the forest. We laughed at the leopard, who played with us, and at the ostrich, who tried to eat us. The Penguin, who tried to lead us.The Lemur wanted to be King over us and be named Julian The BestOfUs."
EYE of SIX-LEAF SHEPHERD
-SKELETON
"We were welcomed by the hominid skeleton, who taught us how to hunt and eat. To fashion weapon and shield and have reverence for the sacrifice of love and the dead."
EYE of FLYING
-FARMER
"We were welcomed by the bean farmer, who taught us to work the earth. We laughed at the sheep, who told us about the moon."
Eye of Dress Code
-BUILDER
"We were welcomed by the stonemason, who taught us to shape stone into buildings. We laughed at the angles and the way the functionality meets the eye. Architectural refinery of the Fairy mind."
EYE of BEAUTIFUL MOUNTAIN
-WORD
"We were welcomed by the WORD of God, who told us all of these things. How to turn water into wine.
How to be drunk and merry in the living waters."
These verses, woven with passion and grace?,
evoking emotions, leaving souls in its entrace,
words that linger, like whispered wind, on fire.
Imprints left, in hearts, deeply pinned by desire.
Join my quest for fire,
for warmth and burn of principles-
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Eye of Dire Wolf
HEAVENLY CHOIR~
In days bygone, a widow was looked at as a tried leaf.
There was no aid, even from a twig. She just fell and fled.
As a branch that's cut off and ostracized, she's full of grief.
Jesus knew this. It's hence that, in him, concern for her grew.
It's not water. It's her inner ache that thawed into tears.
Her only son was gone, like a wing-clipped bird. She's grief-struck.
Thoughts of a future with nightmares brought her numerous fears.
Psyche was dead. Physique walked as though seeking some luck.
It's not mere bier, Jesus touched her fading heart's pitch-dark cores.
With her son, her joy, hope, and optimism were resurrected.
Her smile, like spring, replaced her winter woes. No summer sores.
Celestial scenes, in her mind, as on a mirror, reflected
He's a prophet, they said. Wasn't he the word made flesh, yet?
Wasn't his power, like the fragrance in blossoms, innate?
Our neighbor’s husband had died one day
The rumor was it was suicide
My father made me go cut her grass
It was over one hundred degrees outside
I hadn’t seen her in about six months
Ever since he had passed away
I was hoping she wouldn’t come out to pay me
Cause I wouldn’t know what to say
When you’re sixteen years young, thirty seems real old
Though I knew she looked real fine
All the teenage boys in the neighborhood
Tried to catch her sunbathing all the time
I was working in my gym shorts
Like I said, that day was warm
Even though she didn’t have much of a yard
I was sweat’n up a storm
I could sense her eyes upon me
I was in football playing shape
I thought I better put my shirt back on
But I was a minute or two too late
She stepped out on the patio
With a pitcher of cold iced tea
And said, “Take a break; Come on over here
And share some of this with me.”
I guess she was gett’n lonely
I never knew anyone to visit her house
I could see that she had no bra on
Underneath her flimsy blouse
I’ll spare you the gory details
I’ll just say that that day got hotter
I never told anyone about the widow next door
But, you know, I never forgot her
That summer, her grass was always cut short
I did it twice a week
My parents paid me a buck and a half
Thinking I was being awful sweet
The moving van pulled up to her house
Early in the fall
I was on my way to the high school field
To practice for football
She blew me a subtle kiss
And waved to my folks good-bye
She drove down the street and out of my life
With a tear drop in my eye
everything you’ve said
whispers round to me
here now I sit
this warning is free
dead are my dreams
in your pretense of care
sweeping the misery
as you reek of despair
A fair weather friend
in the mirror narcissus
your lies pave roads
a consummate actress
I have begun to believe
ricin flows in your veins
everything you touch
weeps of black stains
all poison you leach
flows right back to me
and as I found out
I raged disbelief
a roaring rant
told them they lied
here as I weep
the truth will not die
to my face you smile
as fangs stroke my hair
coaxing and pleading
pretension webs there
a black widow spider
masked in mortal garb
the spear of your words
broke my skin like a barb
through the weather of life
in the course of the rain
I have measured my life
in the blood of the pain
A beaker of misery
I add to the pot
from friend to foe
this cant be forgot
I’ve come to tell you
you’ve been mistaken
for my spirit breathes
and is not forsaken
see I maybe down
but honey not out
you watch your back
when I come I wont shout
as the Chinese whispers
you’ve spread about me
in this river of hate
my agony is freed
revenge is served cold
is something I’ve heard
but the blood of a mongol
pumps the heart of this bird
so watch through the night
keep your ear to the dark
that scratch in the wall
carries more than a bark
from wretch to the wrath
I have now become
you killed all the light
in the heart of my sun
What part of God's love
Do you not understand
Where is your compassion
For your fellow man
Why is it that you hate
The way others might live
When excuses you continue to make
For your very own sin
What part of God's grace
Do you not get
The mere fact it's clearly here
So that you yourself might live
He knows the moment where you're at
And where it is you've been
Where all that you have when all is said
Again is your sin
What part of God's mercy
Do you not show
Do you help the lowly
And the widow alone
Are you there for the poor
Who call the streets their home
What part of God
Do you fail to show
The streets are lined with firefighters,
Standing at attention,
Their uniforms, so freshly pressed,
Deserving of a mention.
The flag-draped coffin then arrives,
The silence absolute
As, on command, each white-gloved hand
Is raised in crisp salute.
The widow, clinging to her kids,
Is gently led inside.
The church fills up, with all the seats
And aisles occupied.
The eulogy’s predictable –
A hero died, of course.
The same most likely would be said
Of each one on the force.
A firefighter’s funeral
Is solemn, sad and proud,
A fitting tribute to a soul
Whose courage was unbowed.
Do not slip away.There are still tomorrows to follow
Still stories to tell,Photographs to be taken
More cakes to share,Candles to blow
Walks in the meadows, Strolls along Summer shores.
Hold on , Hold on , Be strong !
Helplessly I turn to God, I Pray to the one...
The one I hug and fight my battles with
The one I love , hate , love ,ignore and adore .
' Do not give me chrysanthemums, dear Lord
Nor bless my land with cypress trees
Do not let widow sparrows rest on mother's window sill
Nor let our spirits wear their silent wings.
Don't let me hear the sound of mourning bells
Give him life, and give me joy
Give him hope, and give me laughter
Give us petals, velveteen petals that keep on blooming
Give me Spring ,Don' t give me Fall.'