Remnants Poems

Remnants

There is always something
unspeakable in what remains—
a fractured spectrum of what once was,
scattered in the leftover bits:
half-maimed, dismembered,
and quietly rejected,
in what we scrape into the compost bin.

Every spick and speck reeks
of the aftertaste of endings —
with our recycled grief and rejection
dissolving in the detritus
of what we could not finish.

A Minor Act of Weather

Now and then, quietly without notice,
Time adjusts its spectacles—
Peers through a fogged pane of recall
Where particulars, once urgent, dissolve.

If now and then you find rain in your heart,
be assured it is scheduled—
a punctual drizzle of consequence,
not passion, but the persistence of memory
in its bureaucratic overcoat.

It’s all because of you,
the file states plainly:
signed in duplicate, sealed in dust.
No redress required—
only the courteous nod to causality.

The aged—those quaint accumulations—
become, in the end, detours.
Not disliked, precisely,
but excessive to the route:
a bench beneath ivy, seldom occupied.

So live out your days with decorum.
Attend the rituals of silence.
Polish your small routines.
Let time, that sly curator,
catalogue your exit in amber.

Remnants of Our Lives

Remnants of Our Lives

Pieces of our lives captured
in small snapshots.
A single moment in time, frozen
for the world to see.
Fragments of a once whole life
now shattered.
Jagged parts of a puzzle which
can’t be put back together.
Are our lives mere blips in time strung
together like a necklace?
If this is so, the whole concept of completeness
goes out the window.
Life becomes a random set of convergences
with no meaning or direction.
There is no one single beginning
or ending.

Hawk Tuah - Remnants of my life

Hawk Tuah, Flock Tuah,
Struggles of dating a babe,
she treating me like a slave,
intimacy is what I crave.

Stupid girl,
Stupid me,
Why do I get fried
just so I don't remember I cried.

Remnants of Despair

I still remember your easily smiling face, poetry spilling from your lips
Singing joyfully at the dead of night, not a care in the world.
Oh how I miss your face when it was alive,
When it was not hardened, frozen, 
unfeeling.

Was it God’s love what drove yours away?
For what reason does the Sun rise; rousing this cold star?
Was it for this the bullets flew? Was England worth
Stealing your innocence away, carelessly, flippantly,
selfishly?

Our country is filthy with ignorance, the front clean and pure,
Snowy white feather mocking, girls giggling gallantly,
Surprise when I snarl, stumble back; shocked.
The Soldier's uniform staves off the dove, 
its curse.

Desperately lingering in your gaze, I search in the abyss,
The most loving part of you asleep, or dead.
Nothing I can do can make it stir, still I reach for you,
Ragged, scarred skin, they’re only remnants of your service,
my dear.

The jolt of terror evoked not from your maimed face,
One side ripped, gouged of recognition, eye mangled,
But from the other, undamaged pupil unmoving,
Emotions missing, heart agape, your brain stone,
Empty.

Remnants Of Those That Fell

At the 11th hour 200 stars & a sun
fell from the heavens
scorching the earth when
they arrived
The beautiful garden was now
tainted by sin & beastly passions
that stopped at nothing
til they devoured
The world cowered at the feet
of their creations conceived
& was painted red 
with blood as
what they birthed caused
many to grieve
It's been said that there were
giants in those days
so fierce that even the likes of lions
trembled at the sight of them
Fighting them was a futile
act & God shed tears 
from bright eyes so great
that it caused a flood
sparing only a few
Rumor has it their spirits live on
til this day in the hearts
of some
on a smaller scale
as they await release from 
the spiritual jail in which
they were cast
The dye was cast long ago
by some that predicted
their return
but we may not live to see
that day or ever know
to be concerned

Remnants of Indifference

Bits of pieces,

Scattered around,

To pick them up,

is what must be done,

 
Shifted about,

The broom sweeps,

What left underneath,

Is none of my concern,

 
Scoured away,

Evanesced by each beating minute,

Concealed far apart from my sight,

There is nothing to be noticed,

 
Cipher left behind,

Nullity lingers here,

Nothing was here,

Indifference, it never was.

 
By Sarah Shahzad, July 2024

WHERE NO ILLUSIONS DWELL

WHERE NO ILLUSIONS DWELL

My Heart pours out remnants 
                              of nothingness as I create in 
                  form from Universes unknown 
Union becomes Duality 
            a dash between birth and death
                   then disappears back 
                          to Source from whence it 
                                   sprung
       for to remain in form
             is to be captive to 
                 space and time 

So does Purity only live
              where no illusions dwell
                     in super seconds of no 
                         boundaries yet no escape 
                   frequencies of freedom fashioned                          
timidly we taste 
                            It remains a shadow we 
                                     all chase in our thousand 
                    million moments to bring 
                       Heaven down to Earth
                               before we are called 
back again, back again
                                   bowing 
                                        buoyantly !


©GhairoDanielsPoetry&
Song2007

Remnants

The rain of last night
has given way
to clouds and sun.

The leaves on a tree
in the next yard
have turned color
and some have fallen

while the cool wind
sings a song
of the season.

In comfort of solitude
I look out the window
thinking of old friends
and old loves.

Their voices linger
in stillness of the morning

a reflection of the seasons
a moment’s recollection

after I travelled many
highways and roads.

And today
the kitchen needs sweeping
and I must pick up remnants
lying on the floor.

The dryer is humming
and a breeze sings
a song without words

as I wait for someone
to come
and look at my poems
and ask about my life

Although the day’s warm
I must remind myself
that a cold wind will blow
and summer will become
a memory as we go
through our daily lives.

A bird on a limb
cries out  then is gone
a forgotten dream

and my laptop
offers a soft glow
as a new verse
seeks the light of day.

Remnants

Let bye-gones be bye-gones musing backwards ceasing to remember  how time has past seems so amplifying, yet a overcast evoking images in one's psyche of the rise
and falls substained. Chronicles  of one's minds, hearts and souls  freeness from escaping suppression substained taking stock of letting
bye-gones be bye-gones.

Remnants of Eden

Remnants of Eden United

Scattered shards, remnants of Eden,
Gathered to a ring of bright topaz
A simultaneous soliloquy of intentionality
At the crux of intersecting avenues,
Indivisible solidarity and singular consent,
Distilled in breathless agreement
Rising from opaque mists
Where gypsy heart and pilgrim spirit
Commit to a blind quest,
Stumble in silence toward the joining
As their plea peers into fleeting glimpses
Of merging tranquility
And 
Feel the quickening of a singular pulse
In wordless words,
Translated by acrostic identities
Through star crossed collisions
Of shattered betrayals,
To exhale one sigh – one whisper -
Overflowing in lyrical foundations
Of delighted synchronized accord
In geometric solutions of rhymes and rhythms -
Journey into enchantment of unbreakable roundness -
A seamless garment of the eternal’s delight,
A fusion of two conscious worlds spoken as one breath.

Verses From the Remnants of Broken Chains, a Short Series

Verses From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

There, vigilant bronze feeds the steeds of war
Within long silent shadows, there you are
Lost child, sired from Prometheus unbound
Promise of a golden harvest not found.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 12th 1981
quatrain


Wisdom From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

Attitudes and platitudes- hold that thought
Sad child, in your wicked lies you are caught
Crimson tinges sets the flower apart
Far too late after the last ship departs.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 15th 1981
quatrain


Justice From The Remnants Of Broken Chains

You smiled licking your frosty callous thumb
Felt injustice, when struck both deaf and dumb
Laughed out loud as you rode your horse to death
Cursing that gift under your angry breath.

R.J. Lindley , Nov. 19th 1981
quatrain

Shoes

Shoes
By Sy Roth

They could have been left in a heap
Soaring to the rafters
After the trains left the station
And after they had trod the blocks to their fate.

They could have been tossed with disdain
To rest among the childrens’ slippers
And the madams’ low heels
Or the men’s size ten, sturdy cordovan leathers.

Instead, they rested bedside
Uneven tread, nose worn thin from shuffling 
Back clawed, indented through forced entry
Laces a calamity weeping tied tightly.  

Instead, they messaged a life lived
Breathing sighs of relief at not having to resting upon a pile
Of Lost soles, morsing dit-dotting measures of despair
In their having trod away from the chimneys of conflagration.

And they watched them in morose silence
Beside the empty bed, for they would walk no more
Shod survivors of their time 
In well-worn ennui for having been here.

In the Shadow of the Trees

red pompadours sing
cobalt macaws spread their wings
burgundy shadows

in the pink roses
sweet hummingbird mystery
like where the day went

here in the shadows
the day has gone up in smoke
embers in the sky

Painted By Remnants-9

~Painted By Remnants~

Modern day prophets and poets of rhyme
Capturing moments left frozen in time
Writing down words echoing in their mind
Illustrating visions for the lost and blind

Yet for viewing between lines of reality
They may border the balances of insanity
Because the gift or source behind their hand
Might be something they don’t understand

They enter realms that most won’t explore
Paying attention to things most will ignore
Two steps ahead of all our social confusion
Stepping outside the walls of this illusion

They feel driven by an unknown force
Sketching out maps of mankind’s course
Painted by remnants of past decadence
From an old and ancient remembrance
(Book 9 ©2009 "The Journey Back to the Beginning")

I Really Love the first 2 Lines in this one. :-) 
God Bless and Best Wishes My Friends...Peace

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