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Charlene Dilzer Poem
True Love isn't what you had me thinking it would be
In love isn't always forever
Our home is gone
Theres Fear now
You used to love me
You never complained
You even bragged about
How I'm perfect
You told me everyday....
I was everything you wished for,
Then, the storm came
Up out our mouth
Our own rainbows
Turned into lightning
We were lashed by thunder
I fought for peace
In the north and south
So I could find myself
In the west and east "WE"
From there we only seen faults
All flaws
Because we died in war
Only because we only wanted more
Our eyes couldn't see
What our minds wanted to express
We couldn't meet heart to heart
Not even confessed
We lost
So we fell to fall apart
I'm now the remains
Of our perfect storm.
The grounds proof with ashes.
Before the fire
When the storm came
We revealed our animals
Holding fears within the form of pride
We visioned,
We remembered.
Even Tried to hide inside
Our past past past...
What we had
That made our weather of love
Casted a rainbow...
That we sat together on up above
Our past true Love
isn't what you had me thinking it would be.
In love isn't always forever
Our home is gone
Theres Fear now
You used to love me
You never complained
You even bragged about
How I'm perfect
You told me everyday....
I was everything you wished for,
Then, the storm came
Up out our mouth.
Our own rainbows
Turned into lightning
We were lashed by thunder
From there we only seen faults
All flaws
I'm now the remains of our storm.
The grounds proof with ashes.
Before the fire
When the storm came
We revealed our animals
Holding fears within form of pride
We visioned,we remembered,
Tried to hide inside,
Our past past past.
That made our weather of love
Make rainbows
Fall from that cloud...
We sat together on up above.
Though, our past had turned into habit
Returning
just to make havoc.
Copyright © Charlene Dilzer | Year Posted 2017
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Charlene Dilzer Poem
Dear father,
I thank you more than once a day
dreams of you raising the hand'
how it all crept in my mind
i just couldn't understand
terrorizing me was how you'd unwind
crayons scribble along the only sheet left
0h...dear father,
every pillow drop of night i lay
you'll hear tears from the sinks
in sanctuaries where I'd pray
therein childhood parks lives my tale
now falls wash down my hale soul
after winds had blown my perfection
in mothers eyes I'd never fall
our life made no constant connection
beyond all that was right
i barely came close...
to reach peace, i let you win each night
projecting those eyes,hands, and that nose...
setting a barrier between all that you froze
in mothers eyes I'd never fail
fists breaking memories of glass
distracted skimming my mail
wasn't long before i panicked in class
a distant line from home before
your bond, bailed my life away...
no soul of man can break a door
when such a bruised heart divides
why'd you even start?
to the inner core that collides
you slit my heart apart
from the corners, to the ground
running toward my bed to unwind
correlating bedtime with banging sound
to pair for long with a friend
had a difficult song to rhyme
before any positive end.
Forever living a mystery of the history
behind disaster beyond a days loving.
Goodbye release, goodbye dark angels
you're alone.
save the light before you could preach no trace
if ever brought upon the throne
to enter, you best not show that face.
dont follow me down the aisle...
father you don't have a place
for you a preacher would annile,
our kids replaced what's said and done,
but never shall we escape to become
the victims of domestic chase
let out the shame...to confess,
flipping thru childhood reruns,
made life...
set, in that worn abandoned nest.
By Charlene Dilzer
Copyright © Charlene Dilzer | Year Posted 2008
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Charlene Dilzer Poem
Where has it gone?
That magical fog of insence
What dried away that pond of sadness
That magical wand
That glowed has gone
Took away my constant moon
When, not even a wizard
Could of taken its existence.
Where has it gone?
It's a sad time to feel
I was thrown far out
Like a fisherman's bait.
On his broken hooks of hate
Away from that fog
these eyes
Once admired
Away from the smells
Of inscense of innocense
Taking slow breaths,
For a slow death.
Now I lay wired
In wounds.
Where has it gone?
When once the fisherman
Gave me breath
Copyright © Charlene Dilzer | Year Posted 2017
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