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death, imagination, inspirational, introspection, nature
Silver full moon above
Touching snow covered mountains
As you slowly set
death, depression, hope, irony, psychological, suicide,
Shall I write a verse or two
An ode to consecrate my delicate art of bad decision making
My being so obtuse to the realities of this life
Why could I not comprehend the egregious actions of my fellow man
How could I not absorb this knowledge
And maybe learn a lesson or two or three
But with no one to mediate a better outcome
A handful of pills seemed a much better awakening for this indigent soul
Or at least in my delirium I so thought
But then not everyone has had a near death experience
And with that last verse I remain the Queen of silver linings
emotions, grief, hurt, identity, journey, life, me, moon,
Embracing eyes of the silver moon
hear my plea as I speak with you.
Hear within my deep despair that
I need to know healing care.
Shine down upon my head of grey
and bring to me the grace for
which I pray.
Lighten up the hurt within my soul
and teach me to be humble for
humility I have mastered so.
This time with you means so much
and I thank you for being my friend
so perfectly hung from the heavens
Leo Larry Amadore
angst, childhood, depression, health, life, loss, sad, silver, sympathy, urban,
Joaquin: paint-besotted at sixteen.
The color silver was your favorite --
it had the craved-for, biting glint
of a dagger dizzying your brain,
twisting as it mixed and chopped
your few surviving thoughts,
which floated, glittering,
in an icy silver mist.
Your classic, sculpted nose,
bearing a single dot of silver
smaller than a dime, expelled
the smell you struggled to breathe in.
And your eyes drowned in a sea of silver.
NO SILVER TIP
She cries among the dead she's come to know
her holy grail, beneath Champs Elysees,
acknowledging no one can come or go
without her word, they never find their way.
All catacombs still dark, she waits alone,
lest one should count the dead; not one has breath;
nor come to grips with wall of solid stone,
her loss is never knowing what is death.
down there, she waits for nights she'll never sing
about her final breath she'll never see,
and of the last hurrah time will not bring
because time never ends eternity.
she envies wolf men's howl at silver tips,
but knows the kiss of death evades her lips.
© RON WILSON ARBUTHNOT
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown poet
blue, grief, heart, old, poetry, sad love, sorrow,
Heart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm.
lost love, sympathy,
That silver droplet streaking down
Is it really because of me?
That shiny, salty sign of distress
Is it only I that can see?
A single eye is visible to mine
It's blurry and blue and blind
I'm scared to confront the sadness
I so tearfully left behind
And now the question is in the air-
Are my thoughts and actions true?
I'm scared to look you in the eye
Because I'm still in love with you
absence, death, dedication, spiritual,
Silver ashes in my hand
Sprinkle you softly in the land
Knew you not as long as wished
Somber sleep for you to earth from the dish
Pray your soul may find the peace in mind
For you deserve to find what you left in mine
You left behind so many joys and memory
I place the final drop of what you are made of
I think of you sweetly and place it gently
Watch as it's carried off by a dove
I whisper my thanks for the years of unconditional love
Watching you fly off with the white bird above