"beseechingly" poems
Cold November winds blow
Sending icicle daggers through my coat.
Gray skies trying hard to snow
To blanket this barren land.
Stark naked trees reach beseechingly to the sky
Begging for their wintery coat of white.
Dried leaves dance mischievously through the streets,
Freed from their prison of branches.
Bundled up munchkins still play outdoors
Sent outside by frazzled moms.
Squeals of laughter drift into my thoughts
And are reminiscent of times long since past.
Sledding and ice skates, tubing and hats,
Hot chocolate, mittens and scarves.
November may be a month of gray,
But it ushers in winters wonders and fun.
Soon a blanket of white will cover the trees
The leaves will no longer dance
The wonderland transformed into a playground of white
As winter takes over the land.
Nov 19, 2010
Nov 19, 2010 at 7:39 AM UTC
she awoke one morning to find wings upon her back
spread out across the length of her room
she had trouble getting out of the door
and every room she left and house she exited
she knocked things askew
destroyed more and more
she met a boy down-town of a similar strange sort
he was covered, every single last inch of him
in crawling, hugging spiders
his face was obscured and his tongue black
as he spoke, more came from his throat
fatter, hairier, wider
they fled together to a beach where a big bonfire sat
and around, for hundreds, in the fog, were others
others like them; outsides varied, insides same
there were some with wings too, the girl saw
but all stopped what they were doing as a sound was heard
and eyes turned toward the colossal flame
the people sat and gathered at the fire's base, close-knit
she linked arms with an old man with tears pouring from each wrinkle
and a little girl made of air
this crowd watched, enraptured for hours like moths
until the bonfire spluttered, stuttered, went to sleep
and wrote in the charcoal left: 'despair'
the boy with the spiders took her aside; his hands tickled
he bade the girl to wade out with him, into the swash
which giggled beseechingly at her toes, flecked with frost
the crowd of the beach overheard, and together they all joined
to slink into the fog and ocean depths united
to become, like the people of the night before them:
eternally lost.
Nov 8, 2015
Nov 8, 2015 at 5:18 PM UTC
the MOTHER HILL
towers
unto the SKY
the sky breathes fully and
recieves
and I, too
recieve
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the one sole searcher
in the hills...
..is all
that remains
and so
the SOUL
(forever!)
lives on!
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my name?
drifting images
teeming with images
(SEED)
seeding the world
breeding
PEOPLE
bringing
the RAIN
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at first
"DUTY"
meant
"using the toilet"
NOW
we just "s--t"
on eachother
and call it
WAR"
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the rain falleth
(and the ground)
swelling with
PURE PREGNANCY
the Whole Earth
beseechingly
calling endlessly
your
"NAME"
knowing you know
what to do
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Sep 2, 2010
Sep 2, 2010 at 1:01 PM UTC
Draped in impeccable white,
Today, you lie, oblivious to
Welled-up tears and the tight
Feeling in the chest of a few
Who never could see
Why you, of all, would depart
So soon, without a reason to flee,
Leaving behind one broken heart
Than all the grieving ones...
Baby, you were so little, innocent,
The eyes behind those closed lids once
Twinkled beseechingly in consent
When I called you to finish your cereal...
Never did you say your dislikes
But today, you are free for real,
In my throat, the reality strikes...
Baby, you were so tiny and lovable!
But God took you back before you grew...
Your two-year-old lips were just able
To call me 'Mama'; oh, take me with you!
Your cute fingers held onto my dress
The moment I let your hand go...
To me you always press
In fear, uncertainty and woe
Of being alone in the world,
And now, you made me alone...
Like a tornado, my dreams swirled
Because, leaving Mama, you're gone...
To gather you up, my arms tremble,
To kiss you, my lips quiver,
To ruffle your hair, my fingers fumble,
But my tears just form a river...
Why did I let you go, my baby,
To crush beneath tires larger than you...?
Why couldn't I save you, my baby,
From such pain that you went through...?
Why did I let you be killed
When you were a part of me...
My chest is getting filled
With guilt; my head with insanity...
Your plays, your voice and presence
Were the greatest comfort I had...
Your need, your fears and innocence
Make your absence more sad...
Still, as you lie there in peace,
I'm screaming my sorrows, my pain...
For once, I know what loneliness is;
Time, please go back again...
March 21st,2010
Jun 18, 2010
Jun 18, 2010 at 4:04 AM UTC
When I was small naive and tender
Toddling in pullups
Those that/who loved me
Jabbed me
In my tiny heart
Surgically stole a sliver of it
To harden
To sharpen
To shiv me with it
Hurt me with my own heart
Slice me for my sensitivity
Carve into me for caring
Fearing and envying me for
Being an open-eyed child,
A triple threat
Smart plus sweet plus spirited
That's too much!
Extracting tears from me was easy.
Manipulation, Chaos, Fears.
My senses submerged in a sinkhole
Decades became dozens of years
I dont know how I struggled ashore
But It --or he-- or ....was already there
White light resplendent
Wings alight
Silently inviting
I stumbled beseechingly behind him
Within a clearing
His full figure flexed
Showing his
Wings upon wings
Within wings!
Not a single feather in sight
he offered a pointed finger for me to see
I tried to to touch, to connect
While still sopping wet.
Two teardrops dripped off,
Left my leaking fingertips
These he froze and squeezed
Crystalized them blue and green
Right there in thin air
As I stared at my shame
He simply gave me salam
As he shimmered into invisiblity
Uuuhh! My angel!
My help! Please dont leave me!
Dont you dare! You cant do this to me!
Leaving me with nothing but 2 tears:
Fear and pain
Blue and green
Tear shaped gems
In thin air
I glared at them there
Drop & drip
They flipped. then feathered
Becoming the bejeweled tips of peacock feathers
Gloriously long, elegantly luscious
Cresting a classy tiara
It settled and nestled neatly along
The Straight Path through the clearing
Oh my God! I get it now!
I don my crown
Fresh tears flowing
As I bow down
Thanking Allah who always surrounds
Me with invisible Angels
Praising Allah the Almighty King
Who heard His simple servant
And saved her from drowning
Jan 10, 2021
Jan 10, 2021 at 3:33 AM UTC