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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
White days
White nights
White alabaster arms and legs
White, crimson lights-
Oh, what seamless nights-
White moments in time
White memories - yours and mine,
White love, white hate
White demise-
of an inkling of what's left
of our white/fiery passion
upon white silken sheets...
Only that is not what made our love complete-
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2014
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
Each day is like the other day
I do the same ole thing in the same ole way.
There is no you during my daylight hours
The nights are enchanted, sparked with powers.
You come to me in the depth of night
And make everything all right.
I can feel your every touch
You, I want very much.
We take walks in the park
We make love in the dark.
When the night began to turn into day
I am not afraid because I know
You are only a dream away.
I open my eyes with a smile on my lips
I can still feel the trail of your fingertips
Your words are still so vivid to me
I cannot overlook the ecstasy.
Whenever each day turns into that same old thing
I remind myself of what the night will bring.
I sit back with a smile and say
Love is just a dream away.
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2020
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
I am Desire
I have made some people happy
I have made others sad
Some people cannot handle my power
I am desire-
I am as hot as a ball of fire
I am as bright as a shooting star
I am as small as a grain of sand
I can be as enormous as a mountain- Desire-
Touch me- inhale me- incite me- capture
My essence
Love me- for I am desire-
Some people know what to do with me
Others use me unwisely-
I am yours for the taking
Men want to own me
Women pray for me
Some people embrace me- others-
Spread me across the plains
While others distribute me within the nations- Desire-
I have traveled through time and space- through
Generations and Race
I am older than humanity- older than thought
I have been around forever- I will be here- for eternity
For- I am Desire-
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2021
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
Resistance
My dearest
Your promises are all lies
Your whispers of love-
Lie wasted
My tears flow- like
The river runs deep-
Still- you do not comprehend.
I am only human-
I cannot live for you-
Only for myself-
I see not- what you
Would have me see-
Only- what is in my heart-
I hold out my arms-
Embracing nothing
My body is met by cool soft wind-
It caresses it lovingly-
You ask me to
Come to you- to enfold-
To engulf- to allow you-
To penetrate my being-
To cling to you as
Though
Life itself has turned
It’s back on me.
I cannot- for- if I do-
I am nothing
So, I turn my back on you with love-
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2021
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
I Remember Alma
She sits in her favorite chair
Beside her is her remote for the television
Letters dating as far back as two years before are-
Strewn out on the table next to her favorite chair
She decides to do a little cleaning-
She goes into her bedroom- where the dresser overflows with old mementos-
She stops as she remembers where each piece came from-
With a smile on her face- she decides nothing must go- so she dusts around them and
sweeps and mops the floor.
She then goes back to her favorite chair- looks at the many papers spilling over the sides of the table-
She straightens them up a bit- satisfied with her handiwork-
She sits back- sighs- picks up the remote for the television-
Points- turn to her favorite program- and surmise how good life is-
If only she was still here-
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2021
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING-
WITH NOTHING PARTICULAR ON MY MIND
I SURMISED THAT TODAY WOULD BE ONE OF A KIND-
NOTHING LIKE YESTERDAY
NOTHING LIKE THE DAY BEFORE
NO DAY LIKE ANY I’VE EVER HAD THE FORTUNE TO KNOW-
I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
WITH NOTHING PARTICULARLY ON MY MIND
I LOOKED AROUND AND NOTICED THE DIFFERENCE A DAY MAKES
YESTERDAY THE SKY WAS BLUE
TODAY THE SKIES ARE GRAY
YESTERDAY THE SUN WAS SHINING, OH SO BRIGHT, AND I WENT OUT TO PLAY
TODAY, I AM INSIDE - LOCKED AWAY - THE WEATHER HAS TAKEN A ROLLER COASTER RIDE.
OUTSIDE IT IS JUST TERRIBLE
IT HAS BEEN RAINING ALL-DAY
THE SKY IS AN ANGRY BLACK - AND SO IS MY TEMPERAMENT -
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2021
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
The sun is hot
My blood flows with the spirit within me
I sit, I look, I listen, I pray
Times these days are no longer our own
When you can wake up one morning and you no longer have a home --
When people are committing unspeakable crimes
Where it becomes - just one of those thangs --
When there is so much ugliness -- THE SUN IS HOT --
The people are procrastinating -- the councilmen are debating
There's a shortage of food
Crimes are escalating
No one talks anymore -- but they're willing to fight --
People are dying -- our babies are crying --
Hearts have been turned to stone --
Our young children feel all alone --
Family life is a disgrace -- everyone is spread all over the place --
What's yours is no longer mine --
What's mine is no longer yours --
What you have today - isn't guaranteed to be yours tomorrow --
So, if you have a voice -- use it --
Speaking of what it used to be like --
When we were a family -- When the family gathered around the picnic spot --
When life was everything that today's it's not --
When life was great -- When the sun was hot --
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2022
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Lord, Lord, Lord- what now- what now?
What do you want one to do? What now, what now?
I wake up- I stand my ground-
I hold it together- I am duty-bound.
I live within the storm.
I am being tossed from side to side.
I survive the day and get ready,
for tomorrow
Get ready for the roller coaster ride-
I wake up- I stand my ground-
I block out the hollering- the
Cursing- the ungodly sounds-
I hold my own- I stand tall-
I do not fall- down-
For I am duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now, What now?
What do you want one to do?
What now, What now?
My knees are scraped,
My bones do ache.
My heart is in turmoil,
My senses are embroiled-
Still, I stand my ground.
Lord, God, through Jesus Christ
I remain duty-bound-
Many of my friends and family fall by the wayside
They have given up their ride-
Maybe they had no choice,
Still- Lord I hear your voice.
Saying, “STAND STILL!”
Stand strong, hold on-
For I am near
Stand your ground!
In me of all things
Stay duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now?
What do you want me to do?
What now?
I reach out my hands to thee,
Lord, let me be-
I cry out to thee,
Lord let me be.
This world is sick,
This world is confused,
Forgotten all that they learned in grade school-
Forgotten how to pray- who is the father-
Forgotten how to love one another-
I reach out my hands to thee-
Lord, let me be,
I cry out to thee-
Lord, let me be-
So much hate
So much crime
So much disease
So much mine, mine, mine-
No one takes responsibility seriously.
No one takes the blame.
Everyone points a finger.
Then turn around, to run and hide.
No one stands still.
No one wants to stay duty-bound-
Lord, Lord, Lord
What now?
What do you want me to do?
What now?
I know, as you have stated before- just stay, “DUTY- BOUND!”
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2021
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
God is everywhere
God is everywhere – so, do not try to find him
He was in that first breath - you took this morning
That first step you took – when you got out of bed-
He was in that cup of coffee
That plate of bacon and eggs
In the first word, you spoke-
So, do not try to find him-
He was there when you went-
Through the storm
Through the rain
Through the fire
Through pain
He was there - and you did not have to try to find him- because God is everywhere all the time-
You do not have to move mountains – nor- climb the highest tree.
You do not have to swim from shore to shore - look out a window – nor- beg or plead for him to come – because God is everywhere-
God is already here—
Just look within yourself—and he will appear-
On Easter morning, His son, Jesus, rose from the dead
Jesus rose to proclaim, that He above all will lead you home
He asked you to walk in His father’s footsteps, to hold His hand, to remember He will always be nearby-
He will be in your talk - in your walk-in your smile-
In the love, you share - so you do not have to find God- because- he is everywhere-
Now, where is God?
God is everywhere- you do not have to try to find him
Look deep within yourself and He will hear
God is everywhere- there is no need to fear
Call his name as you pray- and He will answer
And all things unseen will become clear.
Put your worries in His hands- and watch Him bless your face- for-
God is everywhere- God is everywhere
God is everywhere-
Gwendolyn Cloyd
Easter Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
April 02, 2022
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2022
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Gwendolyn Cloyd Poem
The Era of Terror
The Era of terror is upon us- the world is in turmoil
The raging plains are complaining
The need to pray is necessary-
Tornadoes whirl across the skies
Hurricanes destroy whatever is in their path
Tropical storms rally against-mankind
Earthquakes cracks open the earth and swallow up whatever
Lies in its way- The skies turn purple in its agony, saying,
“Let be whatever maybe”-
The oceans will be violent- in its ecstasy
Spewing forth the dead and bringing the earth to its knees-
The world is in an angry vortex so full of vile-
Sinister lies the sullen smiles
Sneering at the approach of man
Closing tighter and tighter until the end-
Come forth and lie down unheeded- let your defenses rise
Give vent to what is- needed
Pray for what is- depleted.
Conquer up a world of calm
Take heed to those whose “pose” to come
Keep a forever -watchful eye
Take heed ‘o’ those- non-seeing and dumb-
For- the age of terror is upon us- the world is in turmoil
The need for praying is necessary- The Era of terror is upon us-
Copyright © Gwendolyn Cloyd | Year Posted 2021
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