Corner of Darkness

Another of my past's poems to help celebrate National Poetry Month......

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In a corner of darkness

beneath a painted sky

A deafening cry falls

  on deaf ears.

And we continue….

Never turning to see

the hurt and despair

hurtling through

dimensions unknown.

But our intimacy

grows with desperation

instead of flourishing

with Another.

The cry

breaks glass, and

drifts further from unacknowledging ears.

Then, one day,

  maybe,

As one discerns,

from the shadows,

  impending

    loneliness,

While pain cripples,

the glory of

  Another

    is seen.

And the rainbow sky

reveals,

  as a mirror

    to the soul,

the cry unheard

bellows from within.

Walking the dark

streets of the city,

for the millionth time

- for the first -

same old sights,

   sounds

are alive and new.

A banshee’s cry

Followed to

a corner of

   Darkness….

A poor soul

oblivious to

his own cry,

ignored by

   many,

      most of all

         himself…..

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Pick Up Artist

I share with you another poem from my past......

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Desirous gaze

follows

glistening

    droplets

down her

long

    smooth

    golden

          neck

On a steamy

evening.

His eyes

  grow

    wide

as she

  glides

    across

the room.

Talk of

  empty

dreams and

broken promises

sedates his soul

while employing hers.

A now hollow

vessel discarded,

groggily awaiting

another refreshing

  taste

of an ardent spirit.

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Brendon James

Here is another poem from my past to share to celebrate National Poetry Month.  Maybe you'll be moved.

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Life

in a black hole

enveloped in nothingness

Evolution halted,

tremendous void in our hearts

A tornado ripping through souls

facing torrents without umbrella,

Drowning in natural sorrow

which seems so unnatural.

fury has been unleashed

to ravage tortured souls.

Lord!

Why hast thou forsaken me!

No

Reply?

Beyond the cataclysm

a faint shout,

Growing

Louder

LOUDER!

LOUDER!

Like a symphony crescendo

Dancing for the soul to see.

Light seeping through

foreboding sky.

Not palpable to those distracted,

Reality plays like sunrise at dawn

forceful and definite.

A soul, without a breath,

has caressed

so many,

so quickly,

by way of genuine

Life

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Oceans of Time

This is the third poem that I've shared to celebrate National Poetry Month.  I hope you find some value in it.

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Swaying to the cadence

of uncharted waters

the ship takes me from my love,

left behind,

smiling,

                        waving,

But sorrow mounts

    on shore.

              Love,

                    realized,

        but not satisfied to the end of time.

Had I known Charron

    captained the ship

Had I known

   my true destination,

Had I understood

     the paralyzing

                heartache back home,

Would have I

left sweet love's

embrace

 Would have I

sought confrontation,

to do what is right,

and feel the icy blade

cause warmth

flow over my

hand-clenched chest?

I pine for the joy,

the happiness, the warmth,

the enveloping love

lost behind.

Not able to

comfort

         you,

overwhelmed by my

own demise,

lest it also become

yours,

The ferryman takes me

from my love,

in unexpected ways,

And passing,

leaves my heart,

leaves my soul,

cold,

heavy,

with despair,

yet besmirching death,

Enlightenment

brings

warmth,

knowing that over

oceans of time

We will find one another

once again

as the rhythm

of our souls

are One.

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Footfalls

Below is the second poem I'm sharing to celebrate National Poetry Month.  Enjoy.

Can’t hear the

Footfalls in the sand,

Ever shifting,

Ever changing,

How to trust where they go.

Not knowing

Where they lead to

or from?

Soft steps taken.

Going forward,

Going back?

The heat increases

To stay or to go

Spinning,

spinning

moving round and round.

Beads rolling

from forehead to cheek.

Which way, or not, to go?

The sun blinds,

First step taken,

Swirling sand.

Anxious apprehension.

To find a way along?

Faith in better conditions,

Never trusting self,

Eyes shut, remain.

Sun scorching,

Wilt and wither,

Sand piles high.

Crawl left,

Crawl right,

Which way to go?

Motionless

with shifty eyes

Drowning in tears.

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