First thoughts emerging
From my wakening mind —
Shall it be fear
That fills me
Weak and faint
To face the waiting day?
Or, sleep dispersing
With the coming dawn,
Shall crowded thoughts
Rush restless
Through my mind
Of endless things undone?
When shadows fading
Flee the rising sun,
Shall other shades
Of darkness
Shroud my mind
With life's futility?
Or once more waking,
Weep in bitterness
To find my life
Unwanted,
Out of use,
An emptiness alone?
Shall night unsleeping
Bring the morning grey,
And sorrows, fears,
And heartache,
Crowd my mind
In comfortless array?
Or could my thinking
Turn these pains to prayer
To him who knows
My helplessness
My weariness,
And find in him relief?
Could he my pacing
Thoughts infuse with peace,
If I lookup
And cry,
Lord,
I believe!
Help Thou my unbelief?
See Mark 9:24
Categories:
unsleeping, bible, christian, confusion, depression,
Form: Free verse
Morning Snow
Written: by Miracle Man
December 13 2020
A heavy morning snow carpets the ground,
now, nature’s tranquility is the only sound.
It won’t be long before nature’s unsleeping,
and stuck inside, clock hands seem creeping.
Cardinals and Finches peck acorns now crushed,
morning tranquility their stirring has hushed.
Acorns lay exposed that car tires have claimed,
on a giant white canvas this picture God framed.
One huge blanket stretches beyond my sight,
Sounds pierce the quietness by geese in flight.
Our animals are cold but at least they’re dry,
God gave me this picture and I wonder why?
Categories:
unsleeping, god, nature, snow,
Form: Rhyme
Great white flakes fallin’ - on rooftops all over town
An unsleeping child - makes not a sound
Outside her window – nothin’ but fallin’ snow
Her candle-lit face – is all a glow
But as night moves on – by design
All are warm – tucked in for the night
With dreams of snow angels - underneath smiling cheeks
In no time – all are fast asleep
This feeling of Christmas – needs no lights or shows
Just love in our hearts – and sometimes a little snow
Christmas can bring - joy or the blues
But remember – Christmas is always with you
Our wish for a white Christmas - comes true
Filling hearts with joy – some long over due
Sledding and Snowman – bring smiles all over town
A time to give thanks – all ‘round
This feeling of Christmas – needs no lights or shows
Just love in our hearts – and sometimes a little snow
Christmas can bring - joy or the blues
But remember – Christmas is always with you
Categories:
unsleeping, christmas, snow,
Form: Lyric
The blazing heat e x h a u s t e d
me mid-autumn...
I never knew love's kindle could
extinguish into ash from a sagacious death.
You entered my f r a g m e n t e d veins,
searching for a ruby bloodline to remorse.
Forsaken without nourishment-
indifferent with lassitude.
I fear the inertia of my soul has been unseen
and craves devotion with sensitivity unsleeping.
I have no stars left to count, no scarlet lilies left to pick and in my aching sympathies I find apathetic desires. Mother Nature brought her introvenient shame withering all willows weeping. Abandoned leaves dive…
...delicate crimson.
Original contest, Memories of May Poetry Contest
Contest judged, May 8, 2019
Date written: May 3, 2018
For the contest, Writing Challenge 4, May 2019, No Placement Poetry Contest
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Categories:
unsleeping, dark, deep, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
My day is done, I’ve nowhere to run
I come to lay down at thy feet
Sing to me thy sweet song of love
Speak to me of the heavens above
Watch over me with thy unsleeping eye
Till my heart , my mind and soul are thine.
Categories:
unsleeping, devotion, me, me,
Form: Free verse
Large white flakes falling
Rooftop sounds muffled by snow
An unsleeping child
Categories:
unsleeping, holiday
Form: Haiku
End Game
Daylight, collected by ancient violins
Breaks a cadaverous rhythm
From dreams of a crashing heart
And all encumbered the features of its crag
Rages pitiful
It is a sigh, which leaves the unsleeping cushion
To bury knuckles in tired eyes
Daylight
With the auspices of its vendetta hanging cryptic
In riddled made promises
By the sun catches
Nothing
The mirror in its jaundice of coffee, continues
And stares melancholy from its own reflection
Hangs bloodless
Daylight
In its search for continuum
And its succession to hope
Clings remorseless
To love
In a steadfast silence
Holds its will to its own faith in strength
And so anchored on peace, the day begins in patience
And cast as grain to the eternal dusts
The ancient chord of violins
With sorrows bow draws upon the strings
Of my heart
Daylight
And with its first thought; turned on love
Categories:
unsleeping, love
Form: Free verse
Midnight Email
Night burns both ends of the candle
Full bent upon those wilderness horses
Tearing in their stampede chains
As this scarlet sangria swallows its taste of regret
Heated on the words
Caught between my heart and throat
When the larynx wish for love
Do they cough their silence
With too many cigarettes
I love you too much to crumble
At the pillars of my salt
Or to deny the impossible
And hasten to the ruin of my blood
Midnight then fails to impart
The cold sweat of loss
By thirty degrees tossed unsleeping
On a burning bed of want
And never quench my thirst
Isis, oh Isis, cry to the prow of stars
And lay a blessed hand
Upon a troubled brow
Turn calico fortune to a thread of silk
Weaved into the tapestry of her heart
I hear the stampede
Tearing horses wild at their chains
Full burning on both the candles ends
Categories:
unsleeping, time
Form: Free verse
eastside, west side, uptown and downtown
riding the iron rail on the underground
the A, the B and the C
the F, the E and the D
the1, the 2, the 3, 4 and the 5
the underground rail where New Yorkers thrive
the IND, the BMT and the IRT
the heart and pulse of an unsleeping city
in a place that runs 24/7and 365
the subway is busier than a giant beehive
it takes many people to work, it takes others to school
it takes just a swipe of a Metrocard, now doesn't that sound cool?
you can travel under the city all day and all night
transferring from train to train and not ever see daylight
there do still have some elevated trains
but only a handful of them still remain
the 7, the J, the V, N and Z
the R, the M, the 9 and 6 run locally
from Brooklyn, to Manhattan, to The Bronx and to Queens
the Metropolitan Transit System is a sight to be seen
so if you're ever visit New York and want to get around
stop at a subway booth, buy a Metrocard
and travel the city on the underground
Categories:
unsleeping, adventure, places, urban, city,
Form: List
If I examine the underside of life's leaf a little too long
crystal dust me with your gravity and pull me away
For scrutiny unravels even the tightest woven fibers
and reveals imperfections.
Sweep me beside you, place me a flower in your pocket
to be cocooned and perfumed in the brilliance
that nature does naturally and we strain to copy
in feeble bent ways.
I'm only weak when you see me to be so.
I'm only strong when you're with me.
Or so all the picking apart of the fibers
with microscope vision would like me to think...
If I am pale from a moon burn, unsleeping
again, pull my tides and drag me to the sea
for only a dip in a salt straining vision
will quell me from burning and purify me
Blue up my eyes, place me on rafts as we float
soon to be awoken by the closest of suns
rising from nights it spent warming the seas
on the other side of my precious less scrutinized world-
Stretch out my thinking and purify me.
Categories:
unsleeping, introspection, life, people, me,
Form: Free verse