"alesiach" poems
In silent dread
My weary steps slow and falter
On this winding path I tread
Sadness reflects upon the water
And on my soul, its shadow cast
Sadness comes, sadness goes
Life is bright, or dark with woe
Will you kiss my cold lips at last?
My heart grows faint and weary
Touched with deep grief
On this longest day dreary
A gift of sorrow without relief
And on my soul, its shadow cast
As daylight fades
Into deep night shades
Will you kiss my cold lips at last?
ALesiach © 06/25/2017
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
All the animals have come to play,
before you gently rest your head.
They have been waiting all day,
to see you before you to go to bed.
The bunny excitedly jumps around,
wiggling his nose, not making a sound.
The teddy bear, a faithful friend,
hopes the friendship will never end.
The lion awakens from his slumber,
his growl as loud as thunder.
The panda eats his bamboo,
thinking he is lucky to have found you.
The frog with his body of green,
jumps on the bed with dangling feet.
Do not forget the elephant with floppy ears
for drying up your tiny tears.
ALesiach © 11/6/2014
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 4:38 PM UTC
Wandering through the bayou,
wrapped in its eerie embrace.
Mysterious and strange,
a magical place.
Never seeming to change,
even as seasons come and go,
swampy waters ebb to and fro.
Like long-lost daughters,
gnarled courtly cypress trees,
rise from black murky waters.
Draped lovingly in Spanish moss,
swaying softly in the breeze.
Butterflies seem to float across,
as gentle winds ruffle their leaves.
Bouquets of wild hibiscus fill the air,
mingled with sweet azaleas blooming there.
Bullfrogs croak and crickets chirp,
the bayou is awash with soothing music.
As dragonflies flit the cattails, elusive,
water moccasins slithering at your feet
or lurk above you in the trees.
Just as, the sun begins to sink low,
comes the faint sound of a fiddle and bow.
The gator comes out of hiding,
rising from the dark waters below.
Looking for his meal and smiling,
with snapping jaws, a deer is caught,
then taken below where he will rot.
The moon rises high into the night,
as fireflies glow in the twilight.
A voodoo queen slips into sight,
with gnarled hands, she rolls the bones.
Whispering cryptic words, she softly moans.
Tenderly she caresses her snake,
wrapped around and about her neck.
A coon-hound whoops it up.
The gnarled trees cast spooky shadows.
Is that the ghostly apparition of Jean Lafitte?
Who managed to escape prison and gallows.
Did you bury your treasure in the water or weeds?
As the wind moans softly, time to turn home,
where you can fill your belly with spicy gumbo.
ALesiach © 10/12/2014
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 8:51 PM UTC
In this garden
the roses have all withered
the sparrows no longer twitter
the day is dark and bitter
In this garden
a rusty gate swings in the wind
a faded pinwheel gently spins
a sad little girl swings within
In this garden
the trees are brown and rotten
the youthful dreams are forgotten
the little tears fall often
In this garden
the land lays in dark repose
the stream no longer flows
the little eyes bare pain untold
In this garden
once there was beauty here
once laughter flowed sweet and clear
once there was vigilance near
ALesiach © 05/22/2015
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 5:08 PM UTC
Listen to them very carefully.
Just listen to what they say.
Vile drips from their tongue so readily,
disguised in just the right way.
Now ponder for just a minute,
what do they speak of you?
When the crowd's without you in it,
do they mock you too?
Did you think you could escape,
their two-faced?
ALesiach © 08/04/2017
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 3:26 PM UTC
Honeysuckle scenting the warm summer night
Getting drunk on sweet old apple wine
Crickets chirping their melancholy tune
Rocking on the porch beneath the wandering moon
Soothing sounds of the bayou flowing
Warm breeze from the south winds blowing
Whispering through the leaves calming
Winking fireflies light up the night glowing
The tinkling of wind chimes off in the distance
Smell the moss from cypress trees, tall and twisted
Click-ety clack, click-ety clack
Faint sounds of a train coming down the track
Haunting strains of a Cajun lullaby fill the air
Splash in the bayou birds scatter everywhere
Slowly drifting in and out of sleep
While the long blue bayou shadows creep
ALesiach © 07/01/2017
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC
Up, up high into the sky
Warm winds blowing through misty clouds
Wandering, serene
ALesiach © 8/2016
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 2:56 PM UTC
Would you like to go to a land,
where the stories never end?
It rests on a golden bank of sand,
down where the river bends.
The sky turns suddenly pale,
while passing through the mysterious veil.
But what a magical, wonderful sight,
to see the fairies in flight.
To see the elves dancing two by two,
in the early morning dew.
To hear the sweet music from the leprechaun's lyre,
as the laughter trills through the air.
Skipping over a babbling brook,
down where the trees do sing.
The dragons give a dubious look,
to see the mermaids enchant the Unseelie King.
And while frolicking in the meadows,
watch as the gnomes gather rose petals.
But be ready to pay the toll,
if you pass over the Bridge of Trolls.
Night is nearly on the land,
time to greet the Sandman.
I hope you have had a happy day,
and do not forget to come back this way.
ALesiach © 10/01/2014
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 8:44 PM UTC
I sit by sorrow's streams
Amidst wistful longing
Your first soft kiss that lingered
will forever haunt my dreams
How sad it seems
to be so slavishly in love
weary even of life,
such sorrowful extremes,
but I hear remnants of our song
and pine for your possession
to live without you is my bane
life has dealt a bitter wrong
lost in the loneliness
this bereft heart grieves
solace now I seek, in
whiskey's lullaby to forgetfulness
ALesiach © 07/27/2019
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 9:14 PM UTC
Gypsy sits under the twinkling starlight,
of a fierce love she sings into the night,
but never a lover is in sight.
Will you be her lover?
Gypsy fades to a gentle slumber.
Will her dreams be light or thunder?
Will they dwell on life's duress
or a lover's sweet caress?
Will you be her lover?
Gypsy can freeze you, put you on ice
or she can take you to paradise.
Do not forget to hold on tight
or into the abyss you will slip at twilight.
Will you be her lover?
Gypsy stirs in the morning light,
her dreams are gone like mist in sunlight.
Did you read the message in her eyes?
She will be waiting in the night.
Will you be her lover?
ALesiach © 09/19/2014
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 8:02 PM UTC
A porcelain doll sweet and shy,
lives in a world of mistreatment and lies.
In the shadows and darkness he does come in,
leaving a doll broken, shattered within.
Tiny hands reach out, comfort they seek.
Only to be told, lies they speak.
Trembling and emotionally scarred,
a doll's heart is broken and flawed.
ALesiach © 10/05/2014
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:22 PM UTC
As eventide awakens
Under our bower I lay
My pulse begins to quicken
The world vanishes away
As you slip into my dream tonight
Like a prearranged rendezvous
A sweet illusion to fill my sight
I close my eyes, it all comes true
To taste your lips is ecstasy
All worries are left behind
In this land of fantasy
Our movie plays in my mind
In our never-ending romance,
Our unique melody, crafted with love
Your touch so tender, full of finesse
'Neath the precarious moon above
Gallivanting forward in my dreaming
Eager to acquiesce to my heart's desire
How I long to stay sleeping
Of this dream I never tire
But he kisses me, nonchalant
As he gently fades away
Back in my memories to haunt
As night gives way to-day
ALesiach © 05/9/2018
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 2:59 PM UTC
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
I fell in love with your words,
Grew addicted to your rhythm.
The sorrow in your burning chords,
Drew me in with them.
I felt your music flow through me
Getting lost, carried away
In your songs, in your dreams
As I listened to you play
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
Music man, Music man
Your loving guitar in hand
Your music was my downfall
Taking my heart, taking my all
ALesiach © 07/23/2017
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
Sleep my love, sleep.
Rest your head on my *******
and place yourself into my keep.
Then, dream us on a mighty quest.
To a land where dragons exist.
Where we can run through mystical forests,
as we chase unicorns through the mist.
Then, on pretty balloons will float, I promise.
As through the marsh we must flee.
Toward evil knights guarding the keep,
where the buried treasure is we seek.
Before we escape on the murmuring seas.
Sleep my love, sleep.
Close your eyes and spread your wings.
There is no reason for you to weep,
for in your dreams you are king.
ALesiach © 05/29/2014
Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 9:09 PM UTC
Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
Nestled 'neath my heart of love
I'll sing to you, sweet and low
'Til heaven streams, bright with gold
Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
My love abounds to guard thy sleep
Drifting away 'neath silvery moon
While stars twinkle away your gloom
Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
Tender kisses caress thy cheek
Hush'd by my gentle whispering
Lull'd in the land of dreaming
Hush, my little one, sleep awhile,
There is nothing to fear
While I am near
Hush, my little one, sleep awhile
ALesiach © 07/2018
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 2:47 PM UTC
The Sandman comes to her around seven,
she prays for dreams sweet as heaven.
But sometimes the dreams,
awaken her with screams.
Monster do not always come in closets,
monster sometimes seem quite modest.
Awakened in a cold sweat,
frightened near death.
Nightmares do not always come in dreams,
nightmares do not always make you scream.
ALesiach © 09/19/2014
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:29 PM UTC
Sometimes I get lost
Now that you have wandered far away
Remembering our love's sweet cost
Every moment of the day
I have danced inside your eyes
To your music, so sweet and clear
Surrendered to you in the heat of the night
My wanton cries filled your ears
Memories come on a midnight breeze
The taste of your sweet breath
Your gentle caress on my ivory keys
As we embrace the little death
You soothed away my restless feelings
Tasted my river of tears
Then left me grieving
Turning my hopes into fears
My heart is made of stone now
My dreams have faded away
Frozen beneath the garden bough
Where my love was buried, that day
ALesiach © 07/17/2017
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:43 PM UTC
She sits in silence upon the bed
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
Her gossamer chords, silvery and fair
float gently through the winter's evening air.
Slowly his music fills her hollow form
as she waits for him to strum her gossamer chords.
A dancing silhouette, bending to his will
spiraling, swirling, or capriciously still.
His fingers dance across those gossamer chords
as she silently floats across the floor.
Tirelessly she performs the night through
never once missing her cue.
As his haunting music begins to fade
and he slowly turns away.
She slumps back against the bed
hands folded neatly, but with drooping head.
ALesiach © 02/16/2015
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
You know you hurt me
These tears flood the pain
My mind battles a raging sea
My heart, scared to love again
and still I hope in vain
for a love sweet and strong
to right the bitter wrong.
I look in the mirror
and see your smile once more
I whisper, "Come nearer"
you vanished like before
leaving my heart bruised and sore
My heart longs to be free
Is death the hidden key?
ALesiach © 05/2018
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 3:06 PM UTC
Broken trust,
is that how it starts,
when falling apart?
Now, we stand at the crossroads,
jealousy rumbles like the cold, black wind.
Who was the first to sin?
My pain, always your pleasure,
when things were rough,
I could never suffer enough.
The bitter tragedy,
your struggle with guilt.
My wall, you built.
ALesiach © 1/31/2017
Jul 24, 2019
Jul 24, 2019 at 3:18 PM UTC
Under the humid air
I sit, on my lofty rock and stare
as warm summer heat rises
I look toward the burning horizon
Butterflies dance by together,
enjoying the sultry August weather.
While nearby sprinklers twirl
and pinwheels whirl.
A breeze gently wisps across my skin
as birds fly by, weaving out and in.
Settling on a limb to rest and sing
before ruffling feathers and taking wing.
Bright with summer's flowers
Adorn my garden bower
with intoxicating smells
of magnolia, wisteria and bluebells
Some of August's simple treasures
brings the most delightful pleasures.
ALesiach © 07/26/2019
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
You were planned from the start
You, my little one
Treasured deep in our hearts
A precious gift from heaven above
You, my little one
Have our undying love
Feeling you move brings us great joy
You, my little one
Our precious baby boy
I pray every day God keeps you safe
You, my little one
I pray you find his grace
Be calm, my darling, it's time to rest
You, my little one
In my womb, your own tiny nest
My arms long to hold you, to feel you wiggle
You, my little one
To tickle your toes, to hear you giggle
I long to gaze into your newborn eyes
You, my little one
I would give my life
ALesiach © 07/25/218
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 4:17 PM UTC
Deep in the night,
she emerges from the mist.
Clinging to a rose of white,
longing for the one that is missed.
She stands on a rocky peak,
the rose's thorns have dug in deep.
The wind howls and shrieks,
but her eyes have no more tears to weep.
Watching the moonlight dance with the sea,
before crashing on the rocks below.
Once more together they shall be,
as off the cliff she does go.
ALesiach © 10/17/2014
Jul 22, 2019
Jul 22, 2019 at 5:29 PM UTC
Awakened by the kiss of dawn
the softness of her morning light
gently nudges the night away
The dew drops twinkle on the lawn
a bird sings sweetly his delight,
his trilling, courteous and gay
The garden flowers seem to spring
amidst the green they gently sway
floral fragrance floats on the breeze
The bayou softly murmuring
wavering shadows still at play,
lost in the depths of cypress trees
A squirrel scampers to the ground
and across the yard he rushes
buries acorns without a sound
In the distance a baying hound
eager to hunt in the bushes
until fox or raccoon is found
A horse gallops over a hill
enjoying freedom and the sun,
he stops, grazing in grassy fields
I follow nature and be still
watching as the day has begun
and early morning beauty yields
ALesiach © 07/29/2019
Jul 29, 2019
Jul 29, 2019 at 7:49 PM UTC
Sailing the briny seas,
the winds taking us where they please.
A parrot on my shoulder,
"Pieces of eight," it repeats over and over.
If there is mutiny in the ranks,
aye matey, they will walk the plank.
Other ships we will plunder for gold
and any prisoner we will stick in the hold.
A treasure map we have found,
X marks the spot on the ground.
And once we have found the treasure chest,
we will sail off into the sunset.
ALesiach © 11/08/2014
Jul 27, 2019
Jul 27, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC