Short Vigils Poems

perpetual lights
silent stones command spirits
sobering vigils 
vibrant cosmic fireworks
witness to our twisted lives...

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So innocent in Thy slumber,
The dreams and vigils of the day
gone by.

No furrow marks Thy brow.
No trace of teardrops
Glisten from your eyes.

Thou art so much like the flower
Eager for the silver dew...
Thy face is flushed
as dusk rests heavy on the breast,
And as I keep night watch
I love you....

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Earthbound renegades
Quietly nestle
Beneath mulch rugs.

Their silent vigils begin
From crouched positions
Down deep in shady glens.

Grounded in grassy glades,
Upstarts creep unnoticed
Till they stretch, fully dressed.

These vibrant visuals rise
From underground rooms
Decorating woodland floors....

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a freedom-fighter with a gun
a Jihadist with a gun
a lone-wolf with a gun
a redneck with a gun
a survivalist with a gun
a good-guy with a gun
a bad-guy with a gun
a hate-monger with a gun
a vengeance with a gun
a first-person-shooter
vigilantes and vigils 
a patterned proximity

© GoodGuySoul 2015-02-12...

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Refinery

For every truth I’ve sought, and found
I then discerned more lies around;
For every grace I got from God,
Received a scourging with His rod.
For love, and friends, and company,
Night vigils, fasts, and agony.
For coming closer to the Light,
My sins exposed upon the height;
Once mere clay, and sod, and mold,
Now glitter precious flecks of gold.

                          JVB   Orlando, FL 1994...

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i never thought this day would come
many were there, but now only some
once a friend of many
but this day took plenty
what went through his head this day?
leaving these young children to decay
depriving these kids of a future promised
candle light vigils for all who are missed
this school will never forget this day
it will always be remembered this day
the day the boy made the decision to attack
but no one was able to strike back...

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He hath become religious of late
prostrated before the virgin Mary
Cornflower blues blown to wild violets
and thin lines puckering in concentration

Prayers spilling in loud sputters from his mouth
She hath listened a time or two
to testimonies led by callused hands
Run lukewarm holy water upon him

Coaxing gentle promises from cold maidens
candlelight vigils by the goose feather altar
Ordered 10 Hail Marys, and 5 Our fathers
and she bled for both of their sins...

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Tragic tale of woodland magic
magic expounds on the tragic.
Dying unicorns are crying
crying unicorns are dying.
Hosts of fairies attend their ghosts
ghosts consoling those grieving hosts.

Clear streams fouled by a pixy’s tear
tear tainted streams that once ran clear.
Stars bleed their sadness onto Mars
Mars flushing red with blood of stars.
Night flickers with candles of light
light vigils confetti the night.


( A Mirror Sestet Poem.)...

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Pine not for the times of yore

and the voices not forgotten

They’ve sailed unto a distant shore

to a land naught misbegotten

They’ve traveled over the golden seas

to a land with choicest fruit

and left the land of mallow lees

and the melodies of lute

on the vigils cliffs we stand

neath the hot and steamy sun

holding hearts within our hand

to those we miss now gone

 

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C Michael Miller
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