My heart calls to your heart
Miles apart
and still these strings tug
Unbroken n well connected from your last hug
That warmth, that smell,
That can drag me from the depths of hell,
That need, that desire
That unquenchable internal fire
That has me calling your name
The night will never be the same
Echoes on hills mumble
As the single syllable rumbles..
"Rae"
They hear me say,
Whispering like a well planned plot gone awry,
Tears as a burst open sky,
Showering down washing away body and soul
And still..my resolve holds.
My heart, a lonely thud on this thin wall,
My voice haunting these quiet halls,
My hands reaching into the dark,
hoping you would reach back.
I think it's a sinful pleasure to crave someone this much,
Be driven to madness for want of a touch,
And so I will keep tormenting myself til your face falls on mine,
Til that moment we wrap up in each other and unwind time.
There is nothing more breathtaking than a clear sky at night when the wonders of creation are above you.
Quote by poet.
Natures wonders are on display
But are not seen in bright of day
So venture out in dark of night
I'll guarantee you'll want to stay.
Sparkling diamonds on a clear night
A full moon too shining so bright
Meteors too streaking brightly
The night sky is an awesome sight.
Those brighter lights that you will see
Are the planets in perigee
You'll need a telescope I fear
When they're far out in apogee.
Winter's best when the skies are clear
Wrap up well keep a warm drink near
When dawn comes the show is over
The moon and stars now disappear.
As much as I try to hide my feelings,
It keeps expressing embrace of efforts...
I need to wrap up in place cum dealings,
Not minding how crazily each treat hurts.
Well, for us it is just this one last time
Then I will see to how soon you could mime;
Reciprocating my love-
A way to treat me; belove
And not see my efforts for love: a crime.
Do not just promise,
Such could lead on animus;
Enlivened Thomas.
Just of distant thought to see you again,
But I do feel relax searching through time...
We have had a few more than thoughts can pen,
Which never fade out of running mind's prime.
Just only of thought;
How festive comforting naught
Caress all fun sought!
Just of distant vibes to hear you sing loud,
But I do feel still; pitch echoing around
Shadowy essence your voice's passion cloud,
Which travelled eyes of what memories abound.
Just only of mind;
How else can I seek you blind
To switch, thoughts remind?
Just of distant joy to dine together,
But I do hold onto my fantasies...
A way out to remind me of weather-
How such atmosphere promotes delicacies.
Just only of head,
How nice memories did embed
Belief time does tread...
Just of distant miles away to hold you,
But I do hope you are up- doing well...
While waiting still for all your scents anew,
Which handy blankets wrap up in its cell.
Just only of truth,
You stay close in my mind's booth-
How you; my thoughts sleuth!
Happy New Year Fams
Old fashioned memories of Christmas eve
wrap up her heart with twinkling fairy-lights
Hot sugar-plum trickles its sweetness from Winters gone
Cold waltzing winds invite wild fire to warm the hallway
till the last ember from maple logs fades soft and slowly within her soul.
A cup of joy from season's song fills up each thought with yester's vision
when silver tinsel sparkled the night and voices hummed in graceful cheer.
When melting icicles glistened in his eyes as virgin snowflakes veiled her brown hair.
Incadescent hues in cobbled alleys welcome December
with blue spruce pine cones and wholly wreaths
Comforting scents of cedar wood and vigil lanterns
light up the Grotto and winding streets.
Another year,her eyes sat on a silent star which stands upon the verdant tree
Which knows a wish,which hears each sigh,yet fails to sprinkle serenity.
The perching robin has left its nest,leaving its scarlet upon her chest
Smouldering ash is what remains and lurking frost on window-panes.
Neath the lone mistletoe by candle bliss, Upon her brow His withered kiss.
Darkness has overcome me, back alleys alongside the stray cat, no needs to be seen no longer, everyone’s gone home… only the sounds of sirens chasing the empty city streets…
Strangers wrapped up in their only warmth of a tattered blanket, cardboard box is their hotel. No family around to seek my feelings, welcome mat has been pulled..
Life’s showing its ugly face, broken beer bottles, fu garbage cans becomes my fast food, no stranger am I to thus depressing mood.
My only companion is my shadow looming in the evening moonlight, our nightlight soothing our sorrows of a once loving family, laughter, hugs, a warm roof over our head, loving mom who tended to my every need, now up in heaven..
Time for bed, as I wrap up right in my one dirty stingy blanket, a jacket as a pillow to lay my burdened head down, my darkened shadow too is laying down, good night world, my soul I give to you, if I shall die before I wake I give it to God…. Good night
YAHWEH comes from the Old Testament
where this was one of God's names
it's based on the Hebrew name JHVH
which, from the Hebrew 'I AM', it came
YAHWEH has always and ever been
totally self-existent, completely alone
being self-sufficient, absolutely in no need
dependent on no one, on His own
YAHWEH is the creator of all things
in heaven above and here on earth below
every living thing indeed He has made
creating mankind in all from head to toe
YAHWEH knows everything and everyone
all of the past and all that's to come
we can trust in all He has said
in His word, picking up every crumb
YAHWEH is God who came in Jesus
to this earth to deliver mankind from sin
on the cross, Jesus was cruelly crucified
for man's redemption, He did truly win
YAHWEH, as God, will come again
one day in His future forever to reign
this old world, He will wrap up
then this God of eternity fulfils His claims
What am I doing?
I'm waiting to die.
My years are behind me
So, don't ask me why.
When I was young,
It was often said,
You're never too tired;
You can sleep when you're dead.
Now that I'm old
And ready to rest,
I trust in my savior.
My Lord knows me best.
I've journeyed for miles
And the years have flown by.
I leave a life well-lived
So, there's no reason to cry.
I'll stand before God
When he calls me home.
Pleased to wrap up
My life with a poem.
We harvest all we can
to last us through winter
Glance at the majestic moon
and make a wish with her
Magical things happen
as her rays beam down
a soft side of night
cuddles us close
Dreams come in quietly
holding us nearer
We stop to reflect
on things gone by
The nights get shorter
the air carries a chill
which we wrap up against
Now's the time to shut down
I'll stir again when its warmer
until that time I will slumber
until spring returns
and the nights get longer.
You’re gentle, judgemental,
A freak in sheep’s disguise
Yet in some ways you’re burdened by self sacrifice,
You’re obsessive, compulsive,
Afraid to let me go
You’re afraid of what’s left of you,
If you have not my hand to hold
You know I love you,
But it’s time to move on
Take a fall, and crash out, if I’m wrong
Be scared, I’ll hold you,
If again our paths may intertwine,
Someday you’ll see me smile,
But now is not your time
So I guess we have little left to say,
But happy hurt day,
Let’s eat our heart ache
We’ll bake ‘till we can’t feel
Lind’s eat your cupcake,
Made out of mistakes
Let’s wrap up what’s concealed
‘Cause it’s your birthday,
But not anymore
Since you chose the hurt held door
So happy hurt day,
Look, I baked you cupcakes
Blow out your candles,
Close the door
The sky is a cloudless crystal blue
with a breeze to chap your lips
I’m grateful for it, it’s heaven-sent
the dawn was a celestially stamped, angry red
sailors take warning
It’s going to get feisty cold,
I’m told
about the time we go back to school.
A polar-bear vortex with all its features
will spread its icy paws
What jumps out at me first
is how it could be worse.
if unapologetic nature
pounced sans disclaimers
with a cold worth semi-Shakespearean verse
What follows, star-crossed
is a week storm-tossed
a winter holocaust
with heaven-kissed frost
that only madness would call a judgement
We’re steered from harm
by precision alarms
stay warm
sweet friends
wrap up, stay in
.
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Songs for this:
Come In from the Cold by Marc Broussard
World's A Changing by The Bingtones
The night turns to liquid
akin to the silence that overflows in the room.
Mami Wata comes, slow
With her shadow gliding through the moonlight haze.
Children wrap up in the sheets,
but feel the chill of her presence
the icy breath on their necks,
footsteps dragging sorrows.
In the darkness, dread permeates,
in the manner of an undetected illness,
while Mami Wata herself waits,
her aura shrouded in terror and nightmares.
The clock strikes the hour of fears,
and the echo of her steps turns into screams,
which the quivering child knows,
like a cursed lullaby.
Faith is a beautiful thing
if you're lucky to be blessed
For as you grow older
it all becomes messed
As a child it made sense
the stories and fables
As an adult;
you're the horse that bolted the stables
Wishing you could wrap up life, with a bow
Hoping one day you'll forget what you know
Blame it on God or God's, if that helps you
to understand the psyche behind ‘bombings between curfew’
I pray sometimes to be blessed with blunt faith
to put it all down to, and make me feel safe
But alas the more of the God(s) I do read,
my mind does rot grey for reality's creed;
There's nothing to gain
No points to earn
If hell exists;
we're all going to burn
"Balls!" said the umpires
"Strike!" yelled the pins
"Take that!" cried the little girl
who kicked both my shins
And when the green penguin
started dancing a jig
I realized it was high time
to buy a new wig
So I hopped on my pogo stick
and headed to town
Took me two weeks to get there
bouncing up and down
But the town was abandoned
Oh no, not again!
And that's when I spotted
a large rabid hen
It was foaming at the beak
when it then spotted me
so I bounded and hopped
up the side of a tree
Then the tree said "gesundheit"
though no one had sneezed
and the squirrel with his nuts
seemed mightily pleased
Saw a midget run by
looking like Ben Gazzara
and over his shoulder
was Maureen O'Hara
Then I sprang from the tree
and pogo'd back home
where I wasn't quite sure
how to wrap up this poem
So I stole a line here
and borrowed a line there
nobody will read it
'cause nobody cares
And that ends the story
you can sigh in relief
Every bit of it's true
if you suspend disbelief
© Mike Wise
7-5-24
Winter as a Child
In winter as a child
You can have so much fun
Wrap up warm go outside
And laugh and play and run
If it snows its even better
Make a snowman in the park
Make snow angels and snowballs
It really is a lark
You look forward to Christmas
The presents Santa brings
And sing the songs of Christmas
Of pear trees and gold rings
But alongside all that fun
There is another child
Huddled in a doorway
While winter winds blow wild
With just a blankets cover
She shivers from the cold
If nothing is done for her
She never will grow old
She is just one of many
And we must think of them
That haven't got a penny
Those we do condemn
They need help they need love
We should try to do much more
If their sad and awful state
We really do deplore
There must be something we can do
All cannot be lost
We have do save these children
No matter what the cost
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