Short Long Drawn Out Poems

Desire to finish

long drawn out road of writing

coming to an end...

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the long drawn out drought
of ideas and design -
rainshower-sunshine...

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The cold bites
Though not sharply
A long drawn out tear
Which sears the heart
Yet through the pause the heat is back on...

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The long-drawn-out throb of my core,
Mounting up my red lane,
It is so cold, my eyes are all sore
My atonements have been in bane,
One swell of solecism
Exonerating mine deeds unfeasible to deem,
My soul cries to death
My beautiful dreams drifted....

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deep in the trenches
a forest of cardboard trees
and  stained glass windows
twiddling pieces through fingers
sizing up like private eye

a piece here…and there
like a long drawn out story
finally middle latched shut
and made the sign of the cross
now I aim for the quadrants
...

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Hiding a hint of melody
In the free-wheeling ramble
Of the piano’s opening phrases

It’s a pitter pat preview like
Kelly’s singing steps as he
Splashes through a street of rain

It’s a long drawn out unraveling
Of the tune on Ray Charles’ piano
Before he shouts out a bluesy version
Of our patriotic America the Beautiful...

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The museum closed for ever,
and I was there
when they turned off the lights

They were turned off one by one...
At first the boardroom's
where Jacqui cried, I think

then the conference room
where they dismantled
all the plugs

then the rooms on all the floors,
and I could not stand it -
the long drawn-out goodbye





12/25/2015...

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a cough from the next room
fear sets in
Covid?

A wheezing cough; this is my husband.
Even worse.
The dogs stop chewing and stare toward his door.

Even the refrigerator is silent.
We wait.  Listen.
Nothing.

A long drawn out cough now that sounds like croup.
We run for the door.
The refrigerator gets there first, blocking it for the rest of us....

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Night and day rythmic crash of the sea
Reflection of the red sunset in his eyes
Extended into the ocean from the coast 
Summer sea Spring storms biting wind
Sun on  water shone like brilliant jewels
Long dark  skirts trailing on stone steps
Rustic gown green overtunic amber silk
Long drawn breath crackle of fire glances
Distant sounds festive drums celebration...

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Happiest memories are the moments with you
even thought of separation makes me blue.
Missing you with every tic-toc
a second without you is a deadlock.
The moment we come together is monsoon drizzle
bringing an end to the long-drawn-out grizzle.
Your smile is command of nature
 when thee sneer, you make me nurtured.
Your laughter brings life to life
claspin’ the enemies, forgettin’ the strife....

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I got two phones with dial tones
Two story pent homes
Stir cases with loop bases
Paint trimmed gold taste

Kingdom Queen staff to be
Butler housekeepers Chef cook tastefully
Could it be when I ring?
Things would seem laid out for me

Passed DNA greatness lineage genealogy
From generations to generations
State congregations
Long drawn banquet halls

Decked out who to call
That’s all Yall?...

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The crisp brown earth sits,
Broken
Where the depths of ocean blue
Still refuse to fall.

The Weary feet tramp, 
Sickeningly thudding
Hewing the broken brown flesh
To the cloudy whirlwind above

Silence’s deafening din whispers,
Broken only by the harsh cries
of long drawn out croaks,
from circling scavengers

Winged in feathered rags
With naught but breeze to relieve
the cruel afternoon’s gaze,
frying the crisp brown earth....

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Then I remember it's not home;
that place with white dresses, hats 
and pretty lace parasols, and studied 
looks from crooks and salesmen;

no, no; it's none of these, it's me,
my old life, and I watch the milk-girls
and gigolos on Baxter Street, giving 
long, drawn looks into adjacent nebulae,
ads for screen tests, and other black holes;

and that's all well and dandy fine; but it
isn't home, no, no; it isn't that....

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The undersides of school chairs
   all gooey with gum
We thought it such fun
   back in sixty-one

In sixty-two we tore fruit loops
   from the backs of girls' shirts
The innocent way
   we first learned to flirt

In sixty-three we all wore
   skin-tight 'H.I.S.' pants
That ripped near your bulges
   when you started to dance

Memories glorious
   like your first cigarette
Or a long drawn-out kiss
   with that gorgeous brunette...

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The sky is gray over the valley
with a storm not far behind.
I've seen the last of the warmer days
 as this blizzard comes to mind.

People have now gotten ready 
for what they know must eventually come.
They say we'll get at least two feet;
a terrible prospect for some.

They say this one is the last big storm
before the long, drawn out winter ends.
But no consolation is this to me
for I've known Springs' warmth again.

Douglas L. Ace...

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I hear the music of high and low tides
The cheers as the sea bursts in clapping waves
High it is, as the sea has reached its aim
Its heart for so long drawn to the coastline
Sitting pretty under moonlit skyline.

And even when the sea is at low tide
Hear its cheering continue on faintly
Like the sounds of distant drumbeats, waiting
Its surface sparkling bright in the sunlight
The shore captivated in tides of delight.

By CarolineCecile
Copyright © 06.22.10...

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My long-drawn dream,
Has been altered.
An things are not,
As they would seem.

I've been broken,
An cast aside.
Like a castaway,
On a long deserted isle.

Never remembered,
For the good that I've done.
Always forsaken,
An left alone.

I feel like I've been betrayed,
By the one that I love.
I'll keep praying constantly,
To our Heavenly Father above.

I know he can make all things right.
I just need to put all my faith in him,
He'll stand by my side.

By : William Goodson...

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