The final hour has finally come,
All too slow.
I wish it didn’t have to be this way in a room of white and blue,
Connected to machines so they know the time has arrived.
Everyday has been painful but not today.
I don’t feel the unforgettable pain of my insides failing one at a time.
They said the test would help.
They would cure.
But they lied, I’ve learned never to believe the one’s wearing white.
All the test did was worsen me, hair falling pass my eyes to the ground below,
And I could nothing but wait for my final hour.
I could only listen to the whispers of grief from those around.
Why do you stand around and watch me shrivel away!
Why is it all you do is hurt me, make me cry!
Why! Please tell me why I have to go, I’m young I don’t want to go!
But my pain is slowly leaving me, no strength left to fight.
My body slowly flowing with happiness.
I see old family waving and I relies my hour is up.
My hour is up as the line runs straight for all to know
The sun touches me and the cold leaves from within.
I smell the good clean earth beneath my feet again.
The ground isn’t frozen. It feels so fertile once more.
The wind kisses my skin with warmth I want to store.
It’s still very chilly around here late at night.
But the beauty of the sun has begun to be just right.
I see the tips of new growth, springing up everywhere.
At last I leave my winter lair, for I have much to prepare.
A shower is coming tomorrow. I must hurry to set my plants.
But first I must rake the old leaves, left from winter’s rants.
My dogs stay close beside me to sniff the new tilled earth.
Even the smallest animals, rejoice in spring’s rebirth.
The images that beseech me as I leave this old house…
Are young, fresh, and with their colors I’ll soon be doused.
As the heavens begin to open and again bless this land…
My mind opens to see, the touch of God’s own hand.
Laughter, To Somewhat Understand Just one thing
Aptly, Mastering Arts Learned So long ago with self control
Seriously, Eager Headstrong Tot, not so long ago that I rolled
Readily, Steadily Running After Every Grim thing I found
Evil, No I am inwardly still trying to fathom hallowed ground
Vicious demons rip and claw and tell me not to go
Ever present, I stop and grasp right onto God, but not for show
Raring to deliver, I stop and quiver, yell and shed one tear too late
Early in the morning, woke up and put on my shoes
Must be sliding down the old river now, paid my dues
I cannot fathom anymore or any less than before
Telling me now in my heart and in my chest, open the door.
N ight terrors through the room.
I reach for help but I find gloom.
G ive me a hand please.
H and me a prayer.
T ame this doubt that guides my fear.
T ell me everything will be alright.
I don't want to go to sleep tonight.
M y dreams are haunted.
E verything is so real.
T ell me what to do.
E xplain to me how to heal.
R ip this enemy from my sleep.
R aging restless night I keep.
O h rescue me from this day.
R elieve me from this fear I pray.
So, now it has come to this.
Raging fires,
layered against razor-tipped tongue,
ready to land upon eagle’s nest.
Ready for Solace’s oceanic visions...
Visions that never cared to change me,
only loves me enough to embrace.
She didn’t care to see right through me,
only cherishing me enough to see within.
She never caressed my love
while picking past-time scabs,
guilt sway dangling; a presumptuous noose.
She never hung me to out to dry,
a dangling blanket bloodied from ambivalent missionary positions.
No jealousy grasp against my closet dusted skeleton.
She never cut me with diamond ring uncertainties.
She never told me she loved me,
while running towards horizons’ indifference.
She simply wants to be memories’ wind upon my hand,
knowing I shut my palms from judgments’ scythe
and nightmares of distance filling my miles,
wallowing in my sin.
As I,
smell the winds of change.
This scent
lingers,
a wisp crying for release.
A rose petal
no longer willing to come to terms.
A dream
no longer wishing to exist
with minds’ eye shut.
A heart ready
to be
continued...
© Drake J. Eszes
Let me fall
Let me pick myself up
Let me alone to learn
Let me see first hand
Just let me fall!
Let me have a voice
Let me scream
Let me cry
Let me hurt
Just let me fall!
Let me know pain
Let me feel it
Let me know it
Let me work through it
Just let me fall!
Rosemarie Schrock may 29, 2011
From amidst the raging storm of thoughts a cry shattering the sky…
“When wilt thou return from the dew-topped mountains?
From those high peaks that rub my imagination through.
Where oft doth thou disappear into a fragile trail of foot prints that mystically
reappear?
from where I hear a heart’s lonely cry; from where the frantic cries of the reaper
submerge dies.
Is it true or is it just I?
What hath thou so wonderfully witnessed from a town so tinsel lies?
From where such ruthless condemnation forked displayed…
From where ever, tell me now, tell me how and tell me why?
When thou art gone for what must I still low lie?”
Last night I dreamed that I saw my grandfather.
He was at my doorstep and I didn't recognize his face.
I just wanted to feel his warm embrace.
I asked him: Who are you! and he told me his name.
My mouth dropped to the floor.
My emotions were at the door.
I was in shock and disbelief.
There was no time for grief!
We talked until the sky darkened.
Then he told me he had to go and I screamed no!
Please don't leave and please don't go.
He told me not to cry and to keep my head to the sky.
He walked down the road as, I waved goodbye with tears in my eyes.
Then all of a sudden I woke up and he was gone.
Then that's when I realized it was all a dream.
The sun within me reflects off the moon you hold.
Showering me with aura light and the true story told.
I must be the most powerful me
to allow you to be the most powerful you.
That is how unity shines in our harmonious flow.
Many divine elements of nature and earth,
sky and infinity,
bring us together on this present soul journey.
Beyond matter and time
we have always been of a similar kind.
Whatever body we have carried or dimension experienced,
our knowing has been vertical with spindled permanence.
Sewn and weaved through various soul needs
we meet on this earth and complete what we have agreed.
Cry me a river
Build me a bridge
I cannot remember
Which ditch I did dig
I am here in the present
Yet live in the past
It’s all just a blur
Moving so fast
I have lived through the storm
I have fell to my knees
But yet I do not know
The importance of these
Send me a message
Show me the light
Take heed in my warning
I live in the night
Darkness is coming
I am fading from sight
The gate is now closing
Now comes the fright
I am lost and confused
So poor and confused
So beaten and broken
With no end in sight
Cry me a river
Build me a bridge
I cannot remember
Which ditch I did dig
Don’t promise me the world
That’s not yours to give
Neither promise me forever
When all you have to give is today
Just give me your today
And all it encompasses
And should forever come and finds us here
Our mere presence would speak of our genuine love
~*~
©04/17/11 Audrey Haick a.k.a. Annalise Brigham
Take me to summer of dress that is cool, sensual, and demure.
Having such memories, takes me into a realm where I was immature.
Evenings that awoke me with views of such softness, nothing obscure.
Soft wispy movements that turn all gentlemen’s heads to watch closely,
Undeniably noticing the curves that have inspired many creations,
Now, from out of our past creativity flows from silhouettes seen freely.
Daring but ever so subtle this dress, worn in leisure along in vacations,
Reveling the season it was designed and named after in natural grace.
Each time I see this attire, many emotions flow upon mind and face.
Summer warmth and subtle winds allow this to be worn at any place.
Secures power of sun, for our ladies, each dignifies femininities case.
written by
Cecil Hickman
written for
Sponsor ~ Constance La France ~ A Rambling Poet ~ ~
Contest Name 'The Sundress'
I look at this tree-
which quite frankly reminds me of me.
Strong, firm, flows so beautifully.
My moods are like the leaves-
forever changing so colorfully.
At times my hearts feels like, after the coldest winter for a tree .
and it takes timefor me to rebuild my beauty.
It can flow as gently as the leaves...
during a strong summer's breeze.
With the nuturing care of God's hands and his air,
I survive with all the obstacles God gives...
I'm strong and firm, my skins like bark it relives.
But... their is one thing that is different;
between me and tree.
and that's the tree is guaranteed to out live me.
The women stood in front of the table
Her sad hands
Empty
Hallow
With nothing
she looked at her daughter
smiles and laughter
i wish her the best
nothing less
the sun shines on your golden hair
i love you, dear
Dont get hurt
promise me you wont
take my hand
one last time
forever more
say that you must
smile
dance
laugh
sing
just promise me you will dream
when i fade to grey
you are getting older
you have a life
children of your own
you start to cry
clutch to my hand
ill never leave
im always here
Clinging...
Great days, great nights gone away
Leaving behind their memories
Which relish me in some way
The anxieties and worries
Of the school days remind me a way
In which I used to live
The days are gone away
Now is the college life giving tensions and worries
And some scary movies…
And some little good ways
In which I remember god in hourlies
The days are gone…
The days are gone….
Leaving behind their memories…….
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