Long Wish Poems
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Theres only so many words in a day,
To tell you how I feel,
I wish I could capture the sand of time -
for precious seconds to steal,
I’m facing my own morality,
I know my death is near,
Its a feeling that I can’t escape,
Contrived of grief and fear,
All the things I should of done,
The amount of time I’ve wasted,
So many years of hiding myself,
When I should of been running naked,
My stubborn tongue and foolish mind,
Have cost me so so dear,
All those wasted moments,
Seem so petty - lying here,
Take my eyes,
Forgo my cries and feel my fear of dying,
For it asks of me the same as you,
- How hard have we been trying ?
I don’t want to die,
I’m scared of goodbye,
I’ve no time to find my peace,
I need so much more time than this,
To forgive myself at least,
I never realised how lucky I was,
I’ve abused the time I was given,
The thoughts I ignored that scream at me now,
If only I had listened,
They say I’ve days,
Maybe a week,
My body’s lost it’s fight,
I’m scared to go to sleep in case it is my last goodnight,
Write a letter,
Leave a note,
That’s what somebody said,
Immortalise my final words,
To be cherished when I’m dead,
But that’s the point that no one sees,
I don’t care what I leave behind,
Life carries on regardless of the pain that people find,
I need to stay another day,
Then another day there after,
I need to feel more love and hate,
More cries and tears off laughter
I have to see the sunset and take a final dip in the sea,
See the truth of all I’ll be missing,
Please just let me be,
How can I say goodbye to you all,
When I’m so not ready to leave,
Clinging to hope as I’m laying here,
Wishing for my reprieve,
If there is a god or mighty power,
I beg of you exemption,
I’ll change my ways forever more,
If you grant me my redemption.
She was sitting on the edge of the bar stool
Not wearing anything but her wings.
I found it curious that no one else seemed
to want a peek and I could not stop peeking.
“What will you have?” the bartender asked.
She was a short, mean-looking, lined woman.
Her face had x’s and stars like the palm of an old hand.
“I ummmmmmmm…..I……..” My mind went blank.
The faerie laughed. Not a tinkling, sparkly, cutesy laugh
But the laugh of a trucker who had smoked a thousand Lucky’s.
How a fog-horn oldster laugh like that could come out of something
With such a lovely backside like that, I will never know.
I caught her eye, and she said, “Have a Bud Lite.”
“Bud Light,” I said, as if my mind had mushed itself.
A brown bottle was plunked down in front of me
Seconds later, minus lid.
If I had wanted it in the bottle, I would have brought my own.
“Eight dollars,” said the bartender. What? I was askance!
I was not trying to pay income tax or anything. Just buy a beer.
Which I figured should have cost around sixty-three cents.
“Give her a tip,” the faerie said. Her voice was lovely this time.
I looked at her, and she winked. She had the most remarkable blue eyes.
Suddenly wanting to impress her, I gave the bartender a twenty
And my traitorous mouth said “Keep the change.” What the H?
The bartender brought me another bottle, plunked it down
And said, “Eight dollars.” I did not dare look at the faerie.
I looked down, at my hands. “I did not order another one,” I said.
Weakly, ineffectively, unsure of myself now.
The faerie laughed. “Mom, this one’s on me,” she said.
I was suddenly in a terrific mood again. “This is your mom?” I said.
She nodded her golden curls, and I fell in love with those blue eyes.
“Time to go,” Mr. Sandbottom whispered. “You have had your wish.”
In seconds I was out on the sidewalk, myself, again, an ordinary woman.
“How was it being a man?” He asked me. “Did you like it?”
“Strange in many ways,” I told him. “Familiar in others.”
I heard the faerie’s harsh, cold, fog-horn laugh, which had no effect now.
Slowly in the dark street I walk.
My footfalls echo with emptiness.
Black shadows lay across my path.
Closed windows like eyes see nothing.
This way I walked has found its end.
Now into a square I've come.
Across its vacancy many ways doth go.
To be walked together hand in hand.
My path across goes to nowhere.
I just walk there by myself.
I walk tonight no place to go.
Wandering I know not where.
I have no aim my dreams are gone.
The star I followed has plunged down.
Once it was the brightest star.
Once then my dreams knew no bounds.
Then I walked and knew the way.
Each moment has like a day.
Now she's gone I know not why.
Now alone I can only cry.
I wish the tears could wash away,
the dark gloom that hides the day.
Hides the noon that we met.
Hides the joy and love we had.
Hides the memory of how it was.
Now she gone I know not why.
Until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace;
don't feel the rage of those frightening storms...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.
Stars won't appear to delight, excite and appease;
and with gloominess and clouds to marr our days...
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace.
We are stupefied by the butterflies's frantic dance;
they swirl with joy, then slowly land on our shoulders...
whisper a passionate wish--- a sentimental phrase.
Shunning faith and obedience is to live without grace;
God has blessed us and given us true happiness...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.
And should unfaithfulness ever bring us disgrace,
let that thought quickly vanish into darkness;
until tomorrow, feel safe in my warm embrace...
whisper a passionate wish---a sentimental phrase.
(Free style)
Tonight is not my night
I don't know what to do
And all it is dark
And that's true.
I can barely see my watch
I wish time I could stop it
But of course I can't
Not even for a bit.
I can't watch my T.V.
Tonight nothing is good
I could turn it on anyway
If only I could.
I wish I could
Scare my sister tonight
This is the best time
But she's out of sight.
I open my freezer
But can't use the food
Because I can't cook
And that kills my mood.
I am getting so bored
I want to play a game
Or just watch a movie but I
Can't and that's a shame!
What am I now to do?
I Wish I could write
A short e-mail to all of my friends
But I don't have electricity tonight!
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
aka ladylove
copyright@2014
December,04,2014
The bell rang on the ancient church at noon.
A sparrow flitted to the Tudor wall.
Was this the knell which brings us damned gloom?
Perhaps there is no meaning here at all.
I read my unknown thoughts projected out,
And in my rage, desire the walls to fall.
Like you, I am too often stuck in doubt.
Betrayed by old ideal and vanished wish.
So what is in confuses that without.
Oh,pain, oh ,mind, oh agony, oh flesh.
I shall not cling to life and wait for grace.
I am, myself, a fish in net of mesh.
Was this my destiny, my rightful place;
Alone besieged by sorrows on all sides?
I err for being sad is no disgrace.
So ,to my hopes, I’ll cling like drowning beast.
Until my invitation to the feast.
Bubbles hit the walls of the dome and pop.
Hurting sounds.
Flinching tree branches.
Feeling bored in here.
As if my car won’t start.
No one believes that my car won’t start.
Or that the dome is getting warped.
I’m like a failed science fiction story.
I wish I could turn into a stone and get flicked away.
I wish I could shrink so that I won’t need to eat much.
Feeling bored still.
Bored and trying to be whimsical.
By playing in the swampy old puddles.
In this place where it never rains but has endless, sloshing puddles.
I think everyone else is happy.
Rusty water hits my face again.
I wish I lived in a commercial,
perfect people who all dance and sing,
perfect clothes that they wear
perfect smiles, perfect hair
perfect children, who'll eat anything.
The products they use are all perfect,
they do a good job every time,
no-one having to soak,
just a chisel-jawed bloke
with a squirty gun, cleaning the grime.
The holidays always seem sunny,
the cars have a glistening shine,
the sofas sat on are nigh twenty feet long
and not frayed, with some cat hairs, like mine.
Healthy oldies discussing their pensions
and taking out funeral plans,
I don't care about death, just maintaining my breath
and making it upstairs while I can.
If I bought everything that they offer,
maybe I'd then be a perfect bloke
but I've checked the amount
that's in my bank account
and I'd end up both perfect and broke.
I stand in the middle of contorted cross roads
There I have to make a choice of where I go
Nothing is clear and all is bleary
There are no signs, just the constant unknowing
The bellowing wind of utter dryness
And so I stand, waiting for me to make a choice
All I can do, Is wish I could fly away
Run away from these choices,these decisions
And the constant nagging of time behind my back
Which way should I go
Should I even bother standing up
The worry of what I shall become, where I shall end up
It is behind me all the time
Begging for enlightenment
I stand in the middle of a contorted cross road
And there I have to make a choice of where I go
So I look behind me, to my left, to my right and before me
With nothing to guide me
And so I take a step.....
Form:
This very night, twilight skies consumed
By clouds of complete devastation-- we’re all doomed!
Oh, but love, I cannot dwell on a lighted town
When you make me feel so high, never to come back down
The brush is ablaze beyond our special place
And we throw up an oblivious barrier just in case
I may begin to regret the time together we’re spending
Because forever may just have a built in ending
But as easy as reality turns to dreams, dreams soon turn to reality
You’ve been feeding off me like the man and the giving tree
I was blinded so by our ephemeral fairy tale,
I've not seen my world destroyed by the fire and hail.
Our love, I wish, would soon retire,
So I demolish it with the only thing possible, with fire.
First footsteps sink deep into ash and rubble,
And I wish only to have not stayed in that bubble.
My world is in shambles, for I have not been here,
Everyone whom I have loved have seemed to flee in fear.
It seems that we have come to the point of no return,
Like twilight skies on warm summer nights, love is destined to burn.