Short Nov Poems
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We learn to talk and speak.
Then to sing.
Then to express our views,
And what is in our heart.
We put what we have learned to one,
Our songs of love and protest,
The sun was setting level
With a rolling fog
Upon a roost
Two hawks sat
As on a log
The upper most
dove off into space
Leaving the other
in its place
And watched the sun sink deeper.
Surveying over her kingdom,
In silent flight on hushed wings,
With eyes that search the field for life
Her ears detect the slightest sound.
She kills her prey and tears it too-
And feeds her hungry one.
The day has just started,
It lies ahead like a mountain,
With trails that must be followed
And pitfalls that must be overcome.
But I look toward the coming day,
For I will see you,
And I will have many thoughts
Of you today.
Today’s feast is All Saints day.
Do you have any friends there
With whom you’d like to pray?
Ask them to say one for you.
They will, you know.
They always do.
They know where we’re at .
They’ve been there too.
They’d love to give us a hand
And guide our way through.
Today’s feast is All Saints Day.
Got one batting for you?
Again I write to someone
Who is like myself.
I find her saying what is in my mind.
Strange it is to hear your words
As someone else does speak.
I look down into her eyes
And see the life within her burn.
Her skin is soft and warm to feel,
And smooth as ivory cloth.
Her hair is dark, black like night.
I kiss her once and feel her near
And know that she is mine.
static in my brain and kick drums in my chest
equate the feeling of the constant unrest
in my wrist is a pulse beating beneath my skin
staring blankly while i contemplate the similarities
of plucking the artery or snapping a loose thread
connecting my life from death
ripping at the seams of my bitter disposition
my poor hand of cards
loosing my composure
to break for all to see
or let it consume me
In this pitch black forest
With only the full moon to light your way
You stop
And silence
A Silence so profound
You can hear the tear roll down your cheek
The utter solitude you feel at this moment
Overwhelms you with such force
Crashing you at all sides
It slows your breathing
Til you barely breathe at all
A wind picks up
Rustles your hair
Impending feeling of being alone
And finally feel.....