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Connie Marcum Wong
allegory, death, dream, flying, freedom, insect,
In solitude I dream tonight
And watch a moth in fevered flight.
It’s drawn toward my quaint porch light
And flies consumed with all its might.
Through open window I can see
Its desperation shared with me;
How freedom in this world is light—
And we as souls are drawn to fight.
Though freedom’s light may cause our death,
It’s worth the risk with every breath.
I understand the moth’s sad plight
When drawn to the glorious light.
Though it knows not of human trust,
It buzzes on because it must!
© Connie Marcum Wong
Poet Destroyer A
abuse, anger, angst, death, me,
~he murdered me~
I was only 21 years old
Here I lay, beyond the cold
I granted him, the best of me
Praying for his love endlessly
I never listened to anybody's advice
Only to my husband and his lies
He bore a bad habit of beating me
No matter, his love was all I could see
On my last day, he took me by surprise
Now everyone around me cries
It's too late to tell all my loved ones good-bye
Or, even understand the reason why?
Today I'm in a place where he can't touch me
In a box called a coffin, only I can see
While you stay and rot behind in jail
God did and took me away from your hell
death, love, passion,
Bodies molded into one, golden by the fire-light
Heat between the lovers touch could warm the coldest night
Golden locks around her shoulders; the softest hands upon her waist
Of all the sweets and wine been tasted- his lips the sweetest taste.
Her cheeks were red like roses, and his eyes were bright as day,
Imprinted on the others heart, there could be no other way
Gentle moans and gasps of love, ensconced in lovers game
Eros, Philia, and Agape, with neither lover tame.
His heart was her heart, his breath was her breath
Making love until time's end, and then his death her death.
cascading crystals fall......... like
rhinestones from the sky
a shower of ,
your endless love
on me before I die.
Francis J Grasso
death, grief, life, lost love, motivation, moving on,
The calm that comes with morning light.
Lying here... from an untroubled night.
Alone, awake after restful sleep.
No tears left, no tears to weep.
Dreaming where dreams were never seen.
Free from all that might have been.
By myself with a pristine heart,
to begin again; a brand new start.
No more fear as I arise.
No sadness here to burn my eyes.
Only peace to guide my way.
No more guilt to mar the day.
My spirit rises in the sun,
as life again has just begun.
allegory, death, fantasy, imagination, lovesun,
The sun set with a golden glow the day on which you I met
On that special walk in the beautiful park as the sun set
The sun set a glowing red as I walked with no threat
Amongst the trees of different hues as the sun set
The sun set slowly going down dropping, to it I'm indebt
To enjoying every minute of color as slowly the sun set
The sun set quietly didn't say a word but drew
Others to come in and watch closely as the sun set
The sun sets for you and me my handsome dear
Come close lets get all we can from life before fully the sun sets
Ahmed Sheik Koya
death, gospel, hurt,
Please avoid that place
Forever stuck and no hope
NO escape with alcohol or dope
Screaming in torment and pain
NO hope that this will ever wane
Regrets that chances were thrown away
And instead was chosen the wide way
If you are reading this it's not too late
Repent, take God's gift, please don't wait
The Saviour gave his life for all
As He speaks don't deny His call
Hell is a painful hopeless forever place
Dont go there, take freely of God's grace
Even now my eyes are wet with tears
Don't reject with the jeers and sneers
death, life, war,
In dead-man's land
red poppies grow,
Fertilised by blood,
sun and winter snow;
And on widows' weeds
streams of sadness flow,
Lost freedoms seeds
beneath ignorance goes
To no-man's land
where,there were but crows;
With Spring's new life
real peace they can know,
In the Morning Star's
Poet Destroyer A
FOUND AT LAST
Heading into the light of the infinity mass.
Thrills over a new breath, a shining smile made out of brass
Wondering if my energy will ever dissolve?
A slipknot tied on the world where we revolve.
Sublime in to a new kind of contrast.
A fate ending better than worse, no longer an outcast.
Appearing with TRONS no one solves.
Beyond and under where life really evolves.
Once death takes a toll real love will be found at last.
An afterlife so profound waiting~alas~alas!
death, family, health, history, life, loss, lost love, love, natural disasters
I was as high as the eyes could see
A giant dark cloud of pure misery
I seemed to roll as one with the wind
A giant black wall that had no end
I stripped the land and left it bare
Of the lives I destroyed, I didn’t care
Those who stayed I covered in dust
As their children died I broke their trust
From my hell many families did flee
Left to wander homeless in misery
I changed the word these words are true
Black Sunday brought darkness on you
I didn't see any direct link but just goggle
pictures of the dust bowl and you will see
what i have written for Brian's Contest.
The Dust Bowl - Alexandre Hogue - 1937
bereavement, death, funeral, loss, obituary, sorrow,
Death is not the end,
For love goes on
And you will find the evidence
Long after I have gone.
The flowers that we planted
Will blossom without end,
You’ll find me in their beauty
As to their needs you tend.
The books we read together,
The laughter in the pages,
Will continue to give pleasure
To you throughout the ages.
So do not mourn my passing
You are not left alone,
You’ll always find me waiting
In the places we have known.
The bond that grew between us
Will not abate with time,
It will go on for always,
I’m yours and you are mine.
Written for my dearest friend Jan, my thoughts are with you and your family.
Orange, white, black. Wings laced in colour lit by brilliant light
Mine heart cry’s out and I weep before thy divine given sight
Mine soul is lighted by thy beauty that mine eye doth behold
Rainbow under constant movement, oh joyous vision doth unfold
Thy Beauty fills mine heart and soul, such joyous colours fill mine sight
Lifting high, swirling , dancing on air, mine mind filled with light
God’s grace welcomes all those gentle souls with wing’s of rainbow hue
Sweet Jan your father dances in rainbow colours and will always love you
child, death, faith, grief,
Years have passed since I buried you
beneath green grasses drenched with dew;
I placed the blossoms, one by one,
a blanket for my only son,
you, my heart's flower, blooming fair,
a mother's rose, uniquely rare.
The bitter grief bubbles inside,
rolling hot waves, a searing tide,
dark desperate, wrenching prayers,
sharp, shattered facets of despair.
Anguish climbs this long hill with me,
the crest of which I never see.
How can one stand beside the mound
where love's sweet baby flesh lays bound?
Faith defies sensibility
and blossoms in eternity.
Copyright, March 28, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
As all things come together and so again must end,
We gather now in tribute, to our brother and our friend.
His life on earth, now at a close, but in hopes of things to come,
We take comfort; he’s in a new life, far beyond the setting sun.
Free now from all the torment, that had filled him with such pain,
And in hopes that springs eternal, when we board our twilight train.
bereavement, heartbreak, loneliness, lost love,
She’s lonely, the old lady just over the fence
Ninth decade approaching, alone and living past tense
Sometimes I see her and acknowledge good day
Put time to one side, not running away.
A love story she tells me, I’ve heard it before
The man that she married and simply adored.
His battle with cancer, he’s now spread on my land
How her family all left her, once they had cash in their hand.
I see the wrinkles of hurt carved into her face
Only I know the reason, why she’s attached to this place.
*The spelling of neighbour/neighbor is different between countries.
natural disasters, naturedeath, death,
A breeze that once lay cool in morn,
is face of death as dark was born.
On pebbled beach and under guise,
from sea to shore destroyed broad wise.
Great sullen wind awoke this night
and made old oak tree tremble fright.
Though might in years, he stood and shook
for death wind sought and life it took.
In churches huddled in the mass
we prayed the Lord would let it pass
and so He did and had it done
so weathered storms would see the sun.
The woods were still and without sound,
The night I hid her in the ground.
For Susan’s Silence contest
Ernesto P. Santiago
death, father, life, lost love, sad,
A woman shattered the night, with her agonizing scream
Sacrificing her might has dawned realization of a dream.
She has given me a wonderful heir, to bear my name
And left her sweet memories, for the spirits not wane.
allegory, animal, bereavement, emotions, pain,
Shopping day arrives and the shopper
has in mind
A delicacy called veal she knows she
It's in a nicely wrapped pack its contents
She'll cook it just right with some wine
But there's a sad story behind that Plastic
A baby's calf's body not long ago was on
He had cried and cried where did mama
She had never left him alone like this before
Then they led him at last down that scary
His legs were shaking and he tried hard not
He heard the cries from the animals all around
He thought he heard mama as he fell dead on
Survival we are learning from the time
we learn to crawl, to walk and then to climb.
Perhaps we’ll teeter, fall, and bash our head!
We grow, and to new struggles we are led.
Once old, we find the gift that loves to give
is sickness! We are dying while we live!
Lucky souls might live to see their hundredth.
What doesn’t kill us just postpones our death.
68 Words . Written Feb. 27, 2017 for the contest of Laura Loo
Reason A. Poteet
In the pauper's field, the wild cornflowers bloomed,
nature's timeless blessing on those entombed.
death, nature, philosophy, blue,
When the sun has set like a ball of fire
colors like a funeral pyre
crescent moon in deep blue sky
indigo blue that sears the eye
crickets start their monotonous beat
praying in the sultry heat
hand in hand and heart to heart
infants waken with a start
old man takes his dying breath
soul escapes his body's death
spiders cross doorways with their web
a work of art so filled with dread
the rapping on the midnight door
the ghost who's there was here before
a child cries out, a nightmare dreamed
realities blur and rip the seams
what may appear as solid fusion
is just an agreed upon illusion.
absence, death, memory, rain,
A curtain of rain obscures my view,
as I gaze out my window and think of you.
You've been gone for many a year,
leaving only memories for me to hold dear.
And hold them dear, I do indeed,
embracing them when I'm in need.
You see, the rain poured down on that day too,
as I gazed out the window, thinking of you.
A knock on the door and two uniformed men,
regretfully informed me of your life's end.
For Broken Wings Five rhyming stanzas - 5 only contest
( This is fictional)
I sit amongst the lavender with thoughts of him
in his arms melting firmly in the moonlight dim.
His lips upon mine as my body would ignite;
my blushed face buried in his neck as he squeezed tight.
He did not need to tell me twice that he loved me,
for it was in his smile for all the world to see.
He was the bright skies that made me rise at sunrise,
the caring breath in my lungs that made the earth rise.
Thought of waking up without him terrifies me;
if I could rewind time to bring him back to me.
analogy, death, life,
Expressions so deep that I feel within,
Has made me realize, it's time to begin.
Thoughts so tender and abrupt as well,
Exuberant so few that I just can't tell.
Capturing the essence of what it is to be,
Learning to be gentle and living so free.
The virtues of many will always fall,
As the foundations fail the Almighty shall call.
Reminiscing, of course, is good for awhile,
But not all memories are replaced by a smile.
And find one day you may just succeed,
To live your life with little to need.
For time is a luxury that no one can afford,
Death is always approaching with his raised sword.