"arive" poems
My mother used to bake cookies with me when I was young
Intricate designs of colored icing that varied with the seasons.
They were always perfect and looked far to good to suffer the crime of eating.
For half a century I always baked cookies for the holidays
Whilst my children grew tall and independent with no apparent
Interest in baking
As the pale blue winter light falls into my kitchens I see myself
Cutting shapes and painting colors a silhouette on the shadows of the wall.
Placing the last cookie into a Christmas scene can I
Arive at the hospital and sit next to her in the ICU
I see her frailness the alarm in her eyes as she recognises me
But is yet unable to enunciate her thoughts.
Silence as loud as thunder fills the room the seams of the walls are stretched to their limits.
The outer limits beep of the monitor acknowleging her heartbeats
Counting down each one until the last.
I miss our intimacy in that long ago kitchen
And the random thought enters my mind
I am her only child and she is my only mother.
The monitor rings an alarm a code blue
Signalling the end of her like the end of a football match.
I feel the loss of her like a razor blade cutting my flesh.
And as I leave her for the last time
There seems to be a a mortality in the measured unknown days ahead and the cans of cookies yet to be baked.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 2:04 PM UTC
You could say
I'm just a dreamer,
dreaming of a home.
I've traveled
miles and miles to reach
a destination unknown.
My feet are worn,
I hunger and thirst,
but still I venture forth,
hoping to find
a new world, alive,
as I journey to the north.
I have not seen
the place I seek,
but when I arive, I'll know,
but for now,
I'm wandering, wandering, wandering,
innumerable miles to go.
Jan 6, 2011
Jan 6, 2011 at 11:09 AM UTC
Stairs were moving up and he was treading down,
Audience were clapping their hands with laughter for this old clown.
Eyes weary, smile his companion, his moustache and the beard were brown.
Humiliating bullets manyatimes fired at him, he would take it without a frown.
In his room went he and locked himself inside,
Sat on the floor and opened a book that was beside.
Some pics of shattered houses while some of people on a roller-coaster ride,
His face which was used for creating expressions comic, tragic and at sometimes pride,
Now was so expressionless like the beach at high tide.
His heart bore too much to take more in it,
But vague just another friend of his helped to take in bit by bit.
Passion of his used as a sample for experiments taken on a slit,
Happiness was like somthing which didnt arive even in discreet.
And the tests of life, still he undertook, with full grit.
So the book contained nothing but his family memories,
In those was living his soul where he loosened all his worries,
Remembering the days when his daughter in her tiny hands offered him some berries,
But then these memories so silently he burries,
And these surreal moments he drinks off with perries.
Closing the book, finally he got up filled with sustain,
Cause fate was decided, and now, didnt matter, even a prickle of pain,
Opened the **** he passed through that smoky corridor again,
Going to the people to be a clown for them all that wid him which remains,
To spread smiles and laughters on faces of people hiding his own pain..
MH..
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC
Lost in her eyes Wondering why the charming type seem to act shy but love deep, we go to sleep to dream about the beautiful bein occupying our daily leeps as progression proceeds to keep the soul on its feet, underneath societys heat of constant mistreatment and misory will your souls paire to defeat any hole misseemed in lifes wrinkled sheets, we iron on straight, no crease to misplease any fabricated link. Instead of Why is my kind extinct, why is it that hip hop lines arive but dont speak, while poetry will poor out my seeds, i cry at night sometimes to fight her from talkin inside my mind "Hip Hop",, thinkin is it my time to die yet,, sudden falls in raw death,, last drip regret, wondering why it has felt so good laying on her chest. Praying that i never have stress again.. but its never the end, , forever is my purpose and the purpose provided friends,, but honestly where do i begin.
Nov 5, 2013
Nov 5, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
And tearfully I turn my gaze
Upon the Lord Jesus"s face
With desperation in my eyes
He looks upon in silence
"Oh why,dear Lord"-
My voice came forth
"Have fear consumed my life?"
Yet still in silence meets His eyes
Mine without much strife
"Explain to me!!!"I start to shout
And feel love going out-
Out my heart and out my mind,
Yet kindness radiates from Thine
I fall down to the ground ,hopeless
Before His feet my face
Yet no word from his mouth arive
To take my crippling sorrows place
Heavily I weep out loud
I have no shame-im not too proud
And slowly Jesus starts to bend down
And softly weeping -wipes my brow
"Dear beloved child-
It is not my Will to see your fall
By fear consuming you in all
I too bore fear
Alone
Yet ask of you to let me own
Your overwhelming fear that's grown
Upon my shoulders now"
And tearfully I turn my gaze
Upon the Lord Jesus"s face
My hand is taken to be placed
Within a hand that bares the hole
Left from being the sacrifice
To take our sins upon Him whole
Yes now even my fear- its so
"I came to give you life abundant
To live in peace you see
Cast even now your fear upon me
I"ll carry it-so you"ll live free
Know now that you aren't ever alone
I am with you -till I lead you home
Release this cross you bare on your own
I've carried one..before alone,
Because I love you as my own"
And tearfully I gaze upon
The Lord-my saviour whom has come
And feel peace to rest within my soul
The fear I once felt-now is gone
His arms around me tightly drew
And undeservingly my life begins anew!
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 2:41 PM UTC
Opened your eyes the light at first hurt,
Love is our religion and nature is our church,
Suffering can be Devine intervention,
Gods way of saying "Sort out your intentions!",
It's not the end as long as you wake up,
Life can begin choose to make the cut,
Today is not gloomy no anything but,
You declare your beaten wait, hold on, what?
Thats not you at all your a fighter and a lover,
You must raise up to adversity not simply duck for cover,
Its been said many times "as above so below"
Well grab that shovel, start digging, go!,
Trust the process and leave doubt in the past,
Thinking not of the future if you intend to last,
This concept of happiness is a tough one to grasp,
If you feel broken then just get a cast,
Sometimes we all need a little lay in the grass,
Sometimes we should slow and stop going so fast,
The possibilities of content are oh so vast,
Even at the bottom of the barrel you can get out of that trash,
At the core of your being rest all of the wisdom,
For the human condition you have all the symptoms,
Its ok relax you'll arive on time,
Then you'll realize you have always been fine,
The best way through hell is to keep going through it
I won't say I told you because you always knew it.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:23 AM UTC
Life offers so very many choices,
Thousands upon thousands of paths,
But the only thing that matters-
Is the destination of your journey.
Do you make it to the end of the line?
Or will you lose yourself in time?
It all boils down to one simple thing,
Really it's quite petty...
Death is the destination,
To which we are headed.
We shall all arive in due course,
Wether with crow's feet and gnarled hands,
Or porcelain skin and big bright eyes,
The road less traveled isn't any longer,
Nor is it any shorter, so slow your roll,
let it all sink in and stew...
We all get there eventually,
Might as well enjoy the ride
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 5:24 PM UTC
Oh man im getting confused again.
There are so many posible jokes to dive into.
My friends a huge ****** now.
I dont even want him to talk to me again.
Besides gossip I spilled my guts a woman for the eighth time.
She hugged my shoulders on a small town block after the cops left.
Im distracted because im lonley.
All failure kept telling me to do was to take my mother out to lunch.
Isnt it funny how tax returns arive in may.
I dont care to much about her.
My mother knows how much I need to impress my father
But im cravin unreal dreams.
May 10, 2014
May 10, 2014 at 5:41 AM UTC
I can't move
or I choose not to
I wait for any sign of compassion
even when it does arive
I'd rather sit about in my own filth
No way of knowing what will become of this tragic mess
Only way to see the days
Is to look inside
Pull out all the ****
it's all made of red white & tissue.
Nothing made of anything worth
Just continuing to gain the lesser value.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 6:54 PM UTC
In shadows of the cold dark night
There live a creature created from pure fright
It is he who walks in the night
When I stroll in the day he does not appear
Yet as midnight aproaches my body is filled with fear
I wonder as my walk gathers some speed
where is this evil creature with his unspeakable deed
When I finnaly arive at my front door and ruffle the keys
I hear in the night a sound that turns my blood cold
For I know it is he who walks in the night
Sep 11, 2020
Sep 11, 2020 at 12:20 AM UTC
There is voices droning on
I should probably be listening
but all I can hear is this phenomenon
For all your love is my entire christening
There is writing on the board
Maybe I should take look at making a note
or maybe I should continue praying to the lord
because baby you're my antidote
There is some presentation going on up front
Maybe I should try not to think of your eyes
and maybe I should't be so blunt
but girl you've left my love to arive
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 2:16 PM UTC
Stars that still sparkle
Thousands of light years away
Arive DOA
Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 9:01 PM UTC