Long Yesterdays Poems
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Gregory
You made yesterdays news, invoking fears
You were found on the streets
Discarded and left to die alone
Thrown away like a piece of garbage with little thought
An inconvenience, as you struggled for your life
So many questions and no answers….
Your thoughts were dark and twisted and not appropriate
You did not fit the mould
Opportunities wasted as you oared against the current
The river washed you out and you choked to breathe
Your thoughts were numbed by substances
Chemicals that took away your sanity
Robbed you of your family and your home
Left your mother with a broken heart and tortured soul, struggling with forgiveness
Your father fought his own demons just long enough to remember your life
And then fall back into the abyss and darkness and forgottenness
Your friends cried as they thought of you.
Their scarred faces and souls with their big crosses around their necks
Their tattooed and tattered young zombie bodies
With their vacant eyes that bore too much pain to contain
Thin and remorseful souls
with the tears that fell down their cheeks like rain
They loved you, you were a good friend!
It was said you would give the shirt off your back for a friend
Your first love wondered how she could have helped?
Your grandfather has lived too long to see this day
One more funeral in his 88 years
A reminder of his son of 17 that was also discarded.
Your brother tried to honour and play his guitar that you gave him
Tears were shed
Beautiful memories shared and kind words spoken
A life too young
Fell beneath the caverns of a broken world
Aunts write poetry to make sense of it all, desperately writing to keep your memory alive
Unspoken grief all around with nowhere to go
One more forgotten victim of an epidemic
Bi-polar they said
Addicted they said
As they sat in their offices high above the streets away from it all
Making policies to keep you safe.
Safe injection sights to shoot poison to your veins
And kitchens with large pots of soup to sustain you until your imminent death
The great unravelling of a generation
You were loved by many
You were a beautiful soul, a good friend, son, brother, cousin
A beautiful child with big brown eyes and so much promise
Gregory always remembered
Rest peacefully sweet soul…
Grace Daub August 25, 2021 written after my nephew’s untimely death- homeless and on the streets
A Poem for You
By Michael J. Falotico & Dinda Minardi
(Finished in August 14, 2011)
~Dinda~
Same like yesterday of yesterdays,
I sit under this three
He sits on the woodenbench
Before, he just him in the same ways
Then unique him set free
Tastes like dewy meets thirsty to drenched
I’ve sighted his eyes, down to nose, slide onto his lips
How come a stranger makes me beat my heart faster?
I can’t imagine if he talks to me, can I bear the shock waves?
I wonder, when will I get that eager to see his face closer?
My underestimation has been impressed wider
I used to be a talker.
With him around, I’m only an observer
What can I say, I am now an admirer
Atleast this park provides me air that's clearer
So I can still be sober
~Michael~
A day in the park seems to take a change..
I try to write words but they spill out strange..
This blank page is being played with by the sun..
Shadows crawl up and down but none with fun..
My eyes travel past the wishing well to a tree..
A smile that shines but I only wonder is it for me..
All these words I write she can't see or hear...
My legs are frozen from this beauty I fear...
~Dinda~
Who is he? He robbed my breath and blocked my sanity
Could he be? The one who’ll keep me from uncertainty
Or it’s just my brain mutiny because I want him too badly?
How should I know?
My self-esteem suddenly low
Should I start it first, or would it only make out worse?
What a perfection he has, I can only gasp
By his all I sigh, while my hands sweating on my lap
~ Michael~
Well she is moving closer, what should I say?
I will tell her I'm drawing a picture of today..
When she see's there is no paint only words and letters..
I answer "I have drawn a poem of you" which I feel is better..
With no words we kissed and smiled for hours..
I flipped the page over and drew you a flower...
*I had fun in this collaboration. It was my first collaboration and I feel honored to collaborate with such sweet poet like Mr. Falotico.
I hope you enjoy! :)
(following on figurative heals
sans, l'amour,
i.e.,and that bastard conception
of life, liberty, and the
pursuit by George - Marshall ling, Grant
ting, and Bing Frank.)
Expectant motherhood generates aurorean
sonogram x-ray zooms
bringing developed fetus
healthily shimmering viz,
quasi hologram seen
glowing halo, inducing
jubilant kickstarter lil bean,
administering capitalone
earthlinked joyful lyft,
natural pheromone readying cerulean
tommorrows, venerated ecstacy doth gleam
zinging bounteous
dizzying feelings hormones houseclean
jackanapes leviathon nestling
pinterestinly interocean
reaching terminus vista
xing zee birth canal mien
doctor readies Fallopian tube cutting
helping jiggle little nymphean
possibly ranking...
as future topnotch venerated Olympian
fast forward to joyful loving neuro
logically plain resplendent teen
knee weeny tiny
vaunted expanding zing
baby dripping Vasoline
like goo fully gesticulating
happy jolly newborn.
Which miracle whipped
purely by chance
given reason to the most orthodox
to sing and dance,
sans said singular biological
phenomenon does enhance
freshly minted parents,
or the mommas
and papas genetic
copy wrought grants
who already passed along
to a brood of offspring
gushing with excitement
akin to fire hydrants
spewing forth fountain head
treasuring such Kodak moment,
cuz such instance
and subsequent tender
wonderful blessed
Instamatic reverent cherished instants
will zip at greased lightening
via speeding hurled lance
sing remembrance of things past
during twilight years,
an eye blink those yesterdays,
when my troubles seemed so far away
and upon being centenarian,
doddering fogie gripping hold,
hugging intensely, indubitably decrying
how quickly of
decades long ex pants
didst elapse, when tendering
to a coliciky, finicky,
inscrutably lemony snickety offspring
wishing infant would grow up already,
now onset of autonomy
Das Agean sea sunned
father or mother
hood doth rants
at father time, he doth access
without a word an excel lent
power point demonstration
with near vertical line brevity
of how mortality slants.
This Tranquility
by Amy Swanson
shimmers of light
heaven soft ...
sparkling stardances
moonlit mist ...
*do you remember*
echoes ...
(oh so faint)
of far away
yesterdays
in my soul's memory
*Glittering*
*dream-dust*
violet *iridescence*
falling new
re-awakening
my spirit
to dream again...
within this ageless garden
simplicity's oasis
Silver-soft
cascade ...
mystic waterfall
hues of rainbowed light
sun-drenched prisms
crystalline pure
flow down
from heaven's realms
~ melting ~
into this rushing river
of my soul...
my
self...
with waves of blissful peace
Listen close-!
serenity's song --
only the heart
can hear
these gentle strains ...
melodious enchantment
harmonious
joyous
Lush forest green -
life, alive
Warm marigold glow -
sunshine, envelopes
... all becoming
this tranquility.
There is a music that weeps comfort,
Through the distance, in quiet moments,
Healing and blessing, reminding that His gentle grace
Will flow from the heavens, embracing,
Surrounding hearts with a lasting light – the source
Of love, His love…
There is a single tear, that whispers softly,
Through the spirit who listens
To the silence, the heartfelt lonely,
Blowing beyond the oaks and pines, in the forests
Of kindness, where He stirs the mind –
With feelings, beautiful…
There is the ghostlike echo, flinging wildly,
Endless prayers, who need to blaze,
Through the darkness,
Erasing shadows who aspire to reach the maze,
Trails of lessons, imaginations, amazed,
Singing to the soul with wounds, hearts broken
By the griefs, the regrets….
There is harmony in prayers, praises, blessings,
Shedding dewlike promises,
Lyrics wild like the roaring waves on seas,
Meant to bring the spirit incredulity,
Based on sunset tangerine, in buttery dreams,
While the azure skies secret stars,
Glistening in the inferno of a blazing serenity…
There is marvelous in the dance between,
Yesterday and circumstance,
Waltzing in faded feelings, mysteries,
Erasing the darkness, the night’s wistful
Melancholy, deaf to all the poetry
Found inside a leafy grace, a stem of faith,
Where life begins and hides each glimpse
Past memories, tell-tell signs,
Breathless signs of what is to come…
There is life in the yesterdays, the hues of light,
Falling past the memories,
Hesitating to believe the truth, trembling,
On the edges of sanity, silhouettes
Glowing, embers of lasting lessons, growing,
Messages from moments, history
Coaching the lingering yearnings to believe….
There is a song in each sleeping chapter,
Within this book of hopes and dreams,
Solitude beckoning from its destiny of charms,
Rewriting the moments, soft photos,
Fragile details in the shadows, selling joy,
Breathless thanks, heartfelt longings,
Breaking through the night,
Darkest moments just before the dawn…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart beats,
Like it is breaking, …
It never hesitates to assure,
There is a poem hiding in the lines,
Between you and me,
Between hopes and dreams,
Between the shadow and the light,
Between what is wrong and right…
When I tell you that I love you, my heart is breaking for you.
We often look at the person within the walls as the breaker ,
not the broken
the relentless evil that exists in this persons free will
The horror this person was willing to create
how they bruised societies ego
How then do we look then at the breakers
We look with sad forgiving eyes
We understand why the family is scared to sleep again in there own house
We understand why the victim escapes into opiat related bliss
We understand why they cant go back to yesterdays routine.
When is it that we decide to place the time stamp
Why must it begin then
What if we looked at everything
Why do we value one free will above another
Lets move back and see
Let your forgiving eyes relate and empathize
The brain signalling reflex and pain
receptors act as puppet strings that hopes to move one out of harms way
Move from everything that hurts,
some stronger than others
To isolate a lonely human is only to further the hurt
Hurt very quickly to desperation
Desperation to obedience
Obedience to “conditional acceptance”
Problem Solved
No
Looking head on into your own script is the only way to find your story
Read your story well, don't skip a line
It all comes together,
what led your brain to release those choices?
If you read my book,
word for word
you would get to the same page in the same chapter
your next sentence would be the same
where my choice is simply a result-
A choice to rid the pain
Remove the fear
Lift the prejudice
Do I run or dare I confront
Do I feast or make love
Is my machine well oiled and assembled for the job
Does the neglect of my maintenace not matter
Is my warranty the 12 decedents of men that choose whether I shall be rebuilt
Or is my justice sitting right here in my book.
Is my forgiveness in my manufacturer
or is forgiveness in the pressure that all my parts are constructed to work a certain way
Am I to be assembled in a way that produces the end product wanted
Then why isn't the best engineer on my case
A lawyer to make decisions the law
a captain to navigate a ship
yet an amateur is sent to rebuild what is broken
an amateur assembled us in the first place
The answer is to understand the book
The answer is to understand the amateur
My Justice is the past
My Justice is my past
My Justice is your past
My justice
Our Justice
Creaky wood floors give me away as
I roam the hallways of this ramshackle fortress.
These old empty veins that used to carry life
Rusty nerves are dulled and mute
I walk a well worn path, softly.
Curtains always drawn
They shouldnt see
But, It’s Spring again
I bet that weeping cherry is blooming
Seems so empty now
And it’s aged so much
The many coats of peeling paint
Just like tree rings,
The feel like eons
Hallway walls are mostly mirrors now
It makes them seem more vast,
Nicotine stained outlines
of lovely things that once hung there.
Call to me
Poking from behind the mirrors
They Haunt me,
Tease me,
shoot daggers into my eyes
I don’t look in mirrors anymore.
Too likely to see my reflection
And there’s always a new one to avoid.
I cant remember what I look like.
I just remember scared red eyes
So, I look straight ahead,
And focus
focus
focus
I’ll follow a familiar path
Straight from their hallway
To the boiler room
That old heart
pumps it’s dust and mud
That loyal heart,
Keeps this place alive
That broken heart
feels like home
The gears start to rattle,
But I know how to soothe them
There’s threads to pull
And gauges must remain below tolerance.
I don’t dare leave them for long: focus.
At least there’s no windows or mirrors down there.
Straight back to my favorite hallway soon as it’s safe
I don’t look in their rooms anymore.
But I press my ear to the doors so I can hear them
The the worn echos of laughter where they used to play.
Like an old polaroid, that’s fading to white noise, or a record that’s been played too many times.
I convince myself I see their shadows moving under the doorway
But I feel them fading.
So I must not disturb what’s left
Tight grip: focus
Footsteps litter the hallways
I only step where I’ve stepped before,
so I don’t disturb what’s left of theirs
But they’re filling with dust like morning snow on yesterdays sled trail
They’re all mapped in my mind now.
Every detail
For a moment,
I clear my mind
I think of waves,
fresh paint,
Dirty feet
Sunrises
And special tear drops
But with a twist of the gears
I’m reminded there’s no time for nostalgia.
Maybe tomorrow
It’s time to go sit with that poor boiler
And watch the gauges
after one more quick listen for the lovely echos.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two.
These memories I replay over and over,
Time after time,
It’s always something
That makes me smile.
I loved them and lost them.
NO! They lost me.
I have no regrets because
They helped me find me.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two.
I walk to my window
And I stare out to the moon
I daydream and my dreams
Soon become a reality
If only for just a moment.
Time slows
As I fantasize.
I’m too old for the fairytales
But yet I still believe.
My heart believes dreams do come true.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two
My yesterdays formed my todays
And my todays
Will shape my tomorrows.
No regrets and no looking back.
I pulled thru
And am stronger than before.
More respect
And self-love,
More picking myself up
And more positivity,
More laughter
And more joy,
No more sorrow
And lots more happiness.
My goals are aimed
And I’m my only target.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two
Geared
And ready
For whatever may come.
Heavily guarded,
Steel walls all up.
As I lay
And look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
Deep into the night my mind is at ease
Yet my heart stays restless.
I lay and I look up at the ceiling
And I ponder what my heart may desire.
With every beat and blood flow thru,
It releases a heartbreak or maybe even
two
If I had the time,
I’d sit on the front porch…
With you,
Gossiping about the fireflies this June,
Whispering in colors, brilliant
Gasps of forever, painted on the midnight…
Moon, glowing through the sky,
Escorted by the escaping stars, graceful,
Flickering, reflecting over the calm,
Tears falling like the dew,
Dreaming… Yes, we would dream on…
If I only had the time,
I’d kiss away the darkest duties,
Let mysteries echo their promises,
Reach beyond the yesterdays,
Into the colors of tomorrow, the fading
Shadows blending away every doubt,
Feeling like the beautiful that captures the clouds,
Erases the night and hesitates at dawn,
Reassuring the promises of a past,
Where hope just knows… it knows that there is grace,
Beyond what the spirit can face…
Grace…
If I only had the time,
I’d silence the shadows with all their ethereal
Thoughts, the murky ghosts
From the past, who leave a glowing grief,
Bidding the memories, in silhouettes, tones
Collecting on thoughts, eternal
Promises, aware that yesterday is barely gone,
Still, the faded walls hear the songs,
Clinging to the heart, vibrating
Telling of a moment when fate was never wrong,
When the moment was not gone,
When I had so much time…
If I only had the time,
I’d sit with you for a little while.
We’d talk about the past, all that didn’t last,
The moments buried and the stones uncovered,
In countless colors…
Auburn, scarlet, gold… like an autumn sun,
Reassuring and soothing away the doubt,
Remember that tomorrow is not gone,
The sound of summer sings on…
If I only had one extra day,
I’d say all the things I need to say…
I’d tell you that my love is strong,
That this life is best grown by light,
Like the trees who are so old and strong,
The life that grows from the Son…
Is a life that knows what it means to love,
A life that knows what it means to hope,
A life that knows what it means to show…
Love that is forever alive, forever striving…
To become more like the One who rose,
So that we, His shadows, could find the hope,
The hope so strong, the hope that promises…
Someday, we’ll live in heaven with Him,
The love, the light, the Son…
Who never fades and never wilts away.
With Him, I can surely pray…
For the time to finally say… I love you today and every day!
Travel the pathway of my life,
Read the letters written in thoughts untold,
Bold memories and precious joys,
Inspirations who reveal my heart’s silence,
Mixed with rhythms of grace, hope and peace
Feelings who tempt souls to believe…
Yes, this is the moment when I feel gentle relief,
Wonderful that can amaze, wisdoms
Falling in waves, on seas of yesterdays,
Before I knew the way toward home, the way…
Through lights who silence and calm,
Soothing away shadows with a beautiful,
Resilient, brave enough to ride on the storm,
Inspiring the songs that are ever born
From tenderness, undefeated and believing…
Journey the trails who pass over the night,
Leaving reflections of stars glistening so alive,
Filling the heavens, erasing shadowy skies,
Promising moon’s flow will ever quiet the fear,
Rousing floods of feeling, glowing
Resting on the mountains and revealing all the hope
Discovered inside prayers who rightly believe…
Oh, yes, this is the grave of doubt and defeat,
Trapped in the struggle with misery so weak,
Echoing fragments of former dreams,
Lasting promises who bring the dread relief,
Desperate darkness who claims passion’s wings,
Grieving the spirit who will ever believe…
Speak of the endless moments we laugh,
Foretelling the joy, the elation, the gladness,
Glistening like dew on the rose’s frail shadow,
Welcoming the seasons with all their genius,
Shrewdly painting the memories with gentle stirrings,
Lingering on the kindness’, the victories, the silent winds
Who upset the oaks and pines, leaving gusts of joy behind,
Remembering the crackle of leaves as they embrace the earth,
Persuading the breathless kisses of autumn’s finger,
Gripping the heart, convincing even harvest time to keep believing..,
Yes, oh yes… just believe and don’t doubt
Believe in His kindness, His compassion and the reminder
That this is a love far stronger, far surer, far more alive
Than any power on this earth! Just believe in the One
Who lived and died and is awaiting those who hear His voice
In His heavenly home, where those who believe will one day go!
Never stop believing… He is forever forgiving and He is forever giving!
His saving grace is still open to those who simply believe HIM!