Short Mournings Poems
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As the sun's beams of light pierce through this solemn morning's clouds,
My own heart's mournings are echoing beyond the atmosphere's shrouds
Into the vastest void we call space, away from Earth's crowds.
Once or twice
I will be nice
And then I'm absolutely done
Not one more warning
No more mournings
Back to square one
I am the Lord
Cannot afford
Mistakes you've made
Stick to the Plan
Results in Hand
Left in the grave
Death,
Come not in haste!
For You are monstrous Mighty;
For your hand were deep, Long over our innocent hearts!
Death,
All your paths
Shall breed mournings!
Upon man’s endeavors in the sun, Above their presence;
Mission and vision.
Death is a great ocean!
This is where it died
where faith and hope succumbed to death.
Where our tears bitter and longing
sting the parched clay.
Where birds resound their daily choruses
intermingled with the mournings,
the serrated sobs that saw the concept
of what should have been.
Form:
Oh what a mockery is the church of England..With its un-holy trinity.' Has
Beens..Or never beens in fact? where
A man, called a king is the head.'
Was andrew the second in command?
With an arch-bishop the third person
No wonder the whole thing is dead..'
A festering mass, of false teachings
Leperous liturgys; and sour coffe
mournings.!
My favorite thing about the month of June
The smell of cuttings across the lawn
The air so crisp and beautifully warm by noon
The smell of the day after right after dawn
Spirits linger in early mournings rays
Each moment passes, away silently slips the day
If only those moments could only last
The smell of dew and fresh cut grass
Clean, crisp and fresh holding it with loving grasp
All through the day
So as one begins walking, is there nowhere left to go?
To carry-on is the Marigolds' only reason found to grow
Red and orange incredible the closer that they glow
Cornucopias of shapes they have; but never a perfect row
Rich variations beautifully subtle is the show
In our mournings; kindness, and solidarity, they're left in tow
However, ruthlessly; what they give left to burn in snow
Failings are what i owe
Sorrows are what is in tow
Mournings are coming to and fro
But a light shall pierce the shadowed veils woe
Bested by guilt
But drawn to lies
Inner peace escapes
Peace's bonds that ties
Frantic for glory in an over glorified stage
Meddling the words forgetting to turn the page
In sight of the conquest but forgetting that you're free
That with loved ones, here and now is the place to be.
Sunrise across the river, laughter going through my head,
I don't know what become of you, just a laugh away from,
Some of the things you said. I can hear the river roar.
Rocky mountain river, saw through a vocal score.
Late mournings hours with only the days heat to gain,
Watching, listening to Mother Earth play her games.
Seeing the day before me, remembering you this way,
Calms my upset unsettled thoughts that started my day.