Long Wonder Poems
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A silence without words
no rhyme or verse
The mesmerizing power of the voice
through lyric and lullaby
The feeling that stings in the stomach
White paper and black ink are
engulfed by the flames
Thoughts, sorrow and joy
while, hands resting calmly in the lap
The good dreams are shattered
My soul is crumbling in grief
Like a restless and hungry animal
isolated, unbalanced and lost
Influenced by the words,
the weeping lump begins to grow in the throat
The eyes are red and swollen ... a fiery blow
But I know ... someday
everything will start over again
Those who remain on stage, are left in a meditative state
Away from the light of the morning and rainbow color spectrum
The brain never stops being thirsty ... with wonder and surprise
Give us some nourishment ... for dreams and the imagination
Room for humor - room for seriousness ... I love poetry
20/01/2020
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As I sit here wondering where I went wrong
I didn’t expect my love for you to be this strong
A smile that brightens up my day
Eyes that sparkle like diamonds under a moonlit sky
I know I make mistakes that irritate you
I do this because I love you
A caring heart I’m trying to win
But feels like I have violated a sin
I have been hurt many times before
But being with you is all I ask for
I want to hold you in my arms
To protect you from other people’s harm
As my love for you keeps getting strong
I still wonder where I went wrong
I will keep loving you from afar
Even though I might go too far
If your love for me is just as strong
Please tell me where I went wrong
My love for you will always be strong
So I hope we can still get along
As I travel through my hometown Chicago's neighborhoods
There's a comfy, down-home feeling; these places are good
One of the things that makes them this way
is their ethnic character and pride, that make them that way
When roaming through Greektown, through familiar haunts
I spot Greek groceries, bakeries, five-star restaurants
Then on a walking tour of old Chinatown
The Chinese language fills the air, all around
In West Rogers Park, where religious Jews reside
Signs in Hebrew, Kosher markets, doors open
And of course, in Pilsen and Little Village, tortillas, tamales
enchiladas, frajitos -- everything's Mexican, by golly
Yet as I cruise the streets of Chicago's South and West Sides
All the police cars I see have only white folks inside
Is it really too much, I wonder, as I come to a stop
to ask that black avenues be patrolled by black cops
Friendship is one with which most hold dear
It's something that is never judged or given out of fear
A relationship that is of mutual understanding and respect
An undying admiration in each and every aspect
Something so very sacred and true
You want to be there for them just as they have been there for you
You would answer that call or door in the wee hours of the night
You would listen all the time wishing you could make it alright
By each other through thick and thin
Because losing them due to anything would truly be a sin
Waiting there with open arms even if it causes you pain
Through every mistake you forgive because this friendship was not given in vain
You know each other so well that really no words need to be said
And let them know you will forever be there again and again
Even if for what they are doing your heart has bled
The feelings for them could never change
You care for them through it all just the same
Dedication that nothing or no one could ever divide
Reach out to them there is no need to hide
Sharing in your lifes' times of bad and good
Knowing right by your side is where they have always stood
Just having them there your world is a better place
So secure in what you have between you without them you would for surely lose that race
No matter what other people may think or what they may say
You know it's your friends that have been there for you and listened day after day
No matter what happens around us
We will always and forever keep that trust
I shouldn't have to say this
But I'm going to anyway
There was such unconditional emotions right from the very start
It's no wonder as to why you all have touched and are kept deep within my heart
I am so grateful to have the people in my life am honored to call them all my friends
What I feel for each and every one of you is love and devotion which never ends...
...you should know very well who you are...
On a walk companioned by my Muse along the sylvan meadows
We wandered away to delightful realms in unclouded ambience
Don’t know how long I rambled warming my fancies in sunset fires
Must be for long, all lights were out, the quiet hamlet lay bathed in sleep
Above me, stood the starry firmament and the half hidden moon
Could see the vast plains stretching before me in moonlight, bare
My heart was flooded with joy, my fancies took to wings
Got drowned in Nature’s serene calm, my spirit lost in drunken ecstasy
In the gentle blowing breeze, the leaves twittered and murmured
All else was quiet and nothing disturbed the serenity of the night
But soon I knew the East wind strengthening around into a gale
And across the moon I could see stragglers of clouds moving past
I sat on a rock, lost, so lost staring into the clear night sky
Wondering how the celestial joy, made manifest by the twinkling stars
My thoughts began floating like a ship over the briny waters
And my temporal settings faded away like a cloud in the horizon
From the nearby woods, I heard the song of a lone night bird
In rising cadence, alone and aloud it fell on my rapturous ears
Was it a nightingale that poured forth that dewy delight?
Was it the same song, Keats heard long ago cascading from the woods?
With my Muse in this unearthly hour let me sit awhile in this solitary bower
To my paper, let my fancies in unbroken crystal streams flow
Wonder if I can rightly recreate the image that my thoughts enfold
How I wish, I could like Coleridge, build a pleasure dome in mid air!
First posted on Nov.28. 2021
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The cool wind whistles tonight,
the rosy moon and her light
dances amid the green trees,
but my mind rebels and flees
to the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
An orange carp leaps on the air,
swimming with oriental flair,
the shinning pool respites again
and I wonder about the day when
I see the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
The pages I flip back and forth,
the weather is fickle on the north,
the sun shines on the south,
All I fancy is to kiss the mouth
of the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
I am awake and now it is lost,
may I dream again and host
the green fields where I hide,
having always on my side
the girl sitting on a fence
with the sunset on her face.
Form:
As I wander through life’s highway
Oblivious to the dangers that prevail
Whatever the weather may throw at me
Wind Rain Snow or Hail
I wonder what is in store for me
As I wend my merry way
I truly wonder just what?
The Lord has in store for me today
As the Sun’s rays gently brush my uncovered arms
And spread warmth across my face
My mind wanders to another world
A far off distant place
It’s amazing what thoughts do occur
The mind’s eye is a wonderful place to be
Because it lets you be anywhere at any time
See things you thought you would never see
The road you travel can be mysterious
So many wonderful sights for you and me
It’s as though we are outside this world
Looking in at so much to see
The path may narrow at some point
You may see things you do not want to witness
But we learn to take it all in our stride
We watch and wait to its final completeness
Our thoughts can occasionally play tricks on us
Which, makes this world of ours unique
We can see something we never actually saw
But we believe it nevertheless a form of our own critique
It’s like looking through life’s window
With the curtains opened wide
I cannot explain why this is so
But we all take a peek inside
Who knows what the future holds
None of us has a magic Crystal Ball
So let’s just be thankful for this world of ours
And enjoy its mysteries one and all
Stars twinkling steadily
The night must have passed peacefully,
Keen, hoping to meet her ally…
Bright silver of the waxing moon
In nightlong warm darkness of June,
Must have hurried up to reach soon…
So smoothly as swims an otter,
A swan as sails upon water,
A much-caring Indian daughter…
So approached night to embrace dawn—
The glamorous sister so known,
Leaving her starry friends alone…
And sleepless night now somewhat tired,
When sighted her, brightly attired,
Bright moon a bit of blur acquired…
Early dawn as always looked fresh
In her red-crimson silken sash,
Lady morn keen to mix and mesh,
Honey-drop-like-thick melting night
Waking as if from nightlong blight
Merged when with all-emerging light…
And I slowly wake when from sleep,
A crop of nightlong rest to reap,
Busy hours from my blanket peep.
The dawn slowly turns into day,
Me on my morning routine way,
My life turns one more page today.
And my mind’s on a musing flight,
Wonder, if life’s mere one turn, quite
Of kaleidoscope’s day and night!
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Musings |10.11.2021| Terza Rima
The cravings festers, it so feels like yesterday, its a day without seeing the peace assuring facial, mounting to two in my wholesome, wonder where you are when I miss you this much, like a smoker the cravings ravishes my patience, with everything around me triggering my every crave, can't keep up, my patience collapses
so much in my mind at work, imagining, wish to insert my hand and touch what my mind put to memory, sad i can't, feel crippled by the impossibility. The fresh breath of your aroma, like morning breeze, rattling of leaves dzamn your royal highness why though?,
hear the waves of your voice making currents in my distanced imagination, the yearning shuts my attention booths one after the other, please rush to my presence before everything turns pitch black and numb, its you my current situation remedy, and nobody else, for I'm nobody else's but yours
something in me its out of form, though i fail to tell what it could be, please come fix my amorphousness in sanity, with part of me in sinking, sinking to your absence, what nature can be against us now of all the time, where could you be? my heart ask
its all void in my steadiness, wanna touch you, wanna feel your fingers melting down my spinal, wanna hold your breath in my lungs as you lay on my chest feeding life to my whole body through your eyes, but you are nowhere near,
realising your absence, takes away my here and now, feel crippling forces of being incomplete taking over my pulse, I'm leaning on stuttering beats, please save me from you, for this overwhelms my whole,
I'm caught in this dungeon of longing, longing for my heart belonging, Your royal highness command my mind to harmony, I just wanna be by your range, its all arid and without here, without you, I'm without, without you
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Sitting at an empty kitchen table, gazing upon fields under sheets of glistening ice, a blanket of silver grey mist rolling down the mountain side.
I wonder of eyes where once flames of love burnt so bright and words no fire could warm so deep inside, now just a memory that leaves a taste sourer than a lemon slice.
Of lips so sweet like that of freshly spun candy floss, of arms so strong and caring not unlike a mother protecting her young from all harm, now gladly gone not wanted back as much as a day under a summer sun.
A smile that withheld hidden lies, till the signs became too much to ignore, for tears that fell on pillows in darkest nights, my sole company now is life like honey sweetened tea.
You took me lower than a body laid in the ground, now I soar free like an eagle on high in cloudless skies. Oh the days trying to keep us side by side were so futile, now with pain all spent I see your game, twas nought but to keep me bound in chains and drive my mind insane.
Now from your jail I am free, shackles loose, no more breaking rocks for a one sided love. Green leaves on branches the song of freedom rings, free at last a new life begins. Bye-bye, from your grasp my heart is now gone.
By
Patrick D