Short Pleadings Poems

within and without

whispers, pulsations... pleadings

      Do we hear His Voice?...

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In my old age
I have become bitter,
and disinclined 
to hear pleadings from my sage..

It's only winter's cold curse,
how I long for summer's rays 
to warm my soul
and slay my heart's malaise.
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Obsessed by my obsessions 
to point of being swept away

If only I were capable 
of living a different way 
Despite all of my pleadings 
seems no matter how hard I pray 
This driving force of focus 
still define’s my life today....

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A battered child I am;
				Bruised all over my frail body;
				I have longed to be cared for
				And yet they choose to ignore.

				My pleadings are useless;
				My cries won’t help.
				Be quiet, heart!
				Let silence be your drug....

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Hiding between imprisoned lines,
a fugitive of verse
turning my back on pleadings made,
musings that amerce  

The lengthy sentence of my mind,
 fleeing my recall
to leave the spoken word confined
—released to scale the wall

(Dreamsleep: January, 2022)...

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Wrapped inside a moment,
reasons tied the bow

Excuses thrown into the trash,
where wasted pleadings go

The gift of time majestic,
when given free of tense

A present there beneath your tree
—its treasure heaven sent

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2019)...

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GARAGE SALE

Things
They are staring at me
Pleading to please use me!

One year, two years, three years
Had passed
Things,  they are still ogling at me.

Garage sale today
Things, I listen to your pleadings
Yes, I will take you out
Give you away with a heavy heart!...

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Your pleadings vanquished in thin air
From the clamor of conflicts long ago
O’ to be the victor over death
Yet the grief inside; yours to know
You sacrificed for freedom sake
Stood your ground most resolute
Your splendor set before the dawn
The suffering now yours to rebuke...

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Regardless the charm and degree of diplomacy I have consistently used,
I’ve been emotionally crushed by my wife, all pleadings for mercy refused,
Leaving my heart and my pride and my ego both deeply and purposely bruised,
Proving that I’m both a cowardly fool...and a glutton for being abused!...

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Listen to poem:

Remembering Dreams
David J Walker

Here the breathings
	In deep wood
Here the hearings 
	If I could
Remember meanings 
	Bad or good
Visions often
	Misunderstood 

I dream of you 
	My dear
I dream I feel
	You near
I dream I hear
	Your breathings
I dream I know 
	The pleadings
 
Of your heart...

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What would i ask my soul
What words would plaster over cracks and cuts
that binds it together
Where can i find it
for when i look inside
echoes of my sight rebound
And if it could be found
would it turn around
Ignore my pleadings
to be healed
Soulless creature
forced to watch
with empty jealous eyes...

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Where are you
my sweet, sweet friend?
my life is void without you
oh! Summer rose, I need you


It doesn't matter if I'm grey
and you are in your prime
i'm falling to my kneels
where are you my friend?


Don't you hear my pleadings
I don't care what people feel
I'm falling to my kneels
where are you my summer rose?...

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A haunting melody plays on and on in my head,
Is it a message or a phrase I should know or had said.
Words of a song keep repeating over and over to me,
Is it just a song or are those words trying to reach out to me.
Is it the pleadings of a lost song crying out to be set free.
Is it all real or just a fantasy
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Mesmerized by his own success,
swimming naked and alone in the dark

Drowning in what he forever professed,
he rose and fell with each critic’s remark

Hypnotized while diving for fame,
he sank while caught in the tide 

His pleadings washed up, divested and bare,
exposed—with nowhere to hide

(Crater Lake: October: 2015)...

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My heart is filled with real thankfulness
bowing before you Lord majestic and great
every breath breathed comes from your hand
all of our pleadings never answered too late
you're so kind gracious merciful full of love
thank you my Lord truly my head of state


(Six line prayer thanking the Lord for everything I have received from him.)...

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Diverse people come in and out
Things in life they want to find out

In the prayer room so silent
They talk to God so resilient

There they can kneel down as they pray
Ask the Holy Spirit to stay

Pleadings they release in such cry
In faith they do it in great try

Some come in to sing and worship
Praise God for beating the hardship...

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Through Tin Hearts,
shallow pleadings
wander unwillingly with time,
in concert with
a melancholy spectre
of Love's past.
Surely, it must not
be too late
to borrow these moments
nor to clear
the hollowness
that echoes from
the smithery of despair.
Empty of it's consortion ,
Hope desires respite.
Loneliness,
on the other hand,
always has
an eager
companion.

07/15/2020...

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I heard a gentle voice within
Its politeness stood apart,
It urged me that I listen close
To the pleadings of my heart.

The din around had long stifled
What my fate had in its store,
But the voice inside knew it all
And it knew so ever more.

I chose the wisdom of this world
But ignored the Zen within,
Spent endless years to know this truth
Oh what a grievous sin!
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I heard a gentle voice within
Its politeness stood apart, 
It urged me that I listen close
To the pleadings of my heart.

The din around had long stifled
What my fate had in its store, 
But the voice inside knew it all
And it knew so ever more.

I chose the wisdom of this world
But ignored the Zen within, 
Spent endless years to know this truth
Oh what a grievous sin! 
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O Jesus, my Lord, and today, here I am
Seeking mercy, only, in your holy name
Please, hear me, O hear me, when I call
And to thee, I pray, lift me, from my fall

O Jesus, my Lord, my spirits unyielding
To the Father, mediate all my pleadings
In my sufferings and pains, comfort me
Embrace me, once again, I will be free

Tell me…O tell me, that, I am not alone
Lead me…O lead me, so, I’ll be home 

Amen...

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In the Song Of The Muses,
  the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
  her beauty unseen

The tower lay distant,
  its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry
  a hero’s reward

The mist in the valley
  its prison to free

Through clouds in the distance
  her pleadings, her screams
  
Two miles before him
   all love waits abed  

The future unfolding
  —his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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In the song of the antelope,
  the Prince heard his Queen

Now locked in a convent,
  her beauty unseen

The tower still distant,
  its ramparts on guard

Just one point of entry
  a hero’s reward

The mist in the valley
  her prison unseen

Through clouds in the distance
  her pleadings, her screams
  
The miles before him
  twin antlers ahead

His future unfolding
  —his destiny wed

(Villanova Pennsylvania: June, 2016)...

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O life !
What expresses you?
Tears or joy, death or brightness,
slavery or freedom, blood or sand.

I find you or not,
situations, circumstances,
pleadings before cruel death.
The heart of a child or hidden in the smile of my beloved.

I search you,
For time and time to come,
dawns, days, twilights,
even when dreams in the deserted night touch my unconscious eyes.

O life !
What expresses you?
Winning or losing,
darkness or colors,
or you yourself....

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There’s a voice deep inside me
  still trying to get out

Ignoring my pleadings,
  it screams and it shouts

Its call is the loudest
  on those darkest of nights

When my mind seeks new refuge
  from Seraph’s delight

I toss and I turn,
  but it speaks louder still

As its words start to age
  from new vision distilled

No barter or denial
  will turn back its call

The Muse is on fire
  —my pen not to stall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)...

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There’s a voice deep inside me
  still trying to get out

Ignoring my pleadings,
  it screams and it shouts

Its call is the loudest
  on those darkest of nights

When my mind seeks new refuge
  from Seraph’s delight

I toss and I turn,
  but it speaks louder still

As its words start to burn
  from new vision distilled

No barter or denial
  will turn back its call

The Muse is on fire
  —my pen not to stall

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)...

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