"triers" poems
To the red hot fires who die every night as they put delights to bed
And cradle a crisp old secret
That reminds them of home
I pick you tonight
You unloved creature of passionless nights
I pick you for adventures meant for the prettier ones
The less afraid
I pick you for the happy ending
And while the other triers are pretending
I pick your plain spotty humourless expression
I pick your fear
I pick your kisses
I pick your stuttering goodbyes
And your stumbling hellos
I pick your crumpled up heart that you put in a bottle
And wistfully sent off to sea
I pick the shade were we can lie
As we promise to never tell another
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:51 PM UTC
WRITTEN IN BLOOD STAIN INK
It was another lonely night
While holding on to old tears drops
of bits of rain, I always feel this pain,
I can still hear your voice
dancing into the night of fright,
sending me kisses of death,
this doesn’t make my night carefree
all it gives is darken dreams,
I see your ancient eyes looking deep into mine,
that triers to incense me with words,
To make traps for me to fall into your fake love,
In your senses of hateful thinking;
You tell me to come to you with an open mind,
To lite a fire deep into your empty heart,
but I know not to waste no more of my time
On an old ancient rhyme,
Oh, but how Dark Angels words linger in my mind
Trying hard to play games on my heart,
Old desires make a big fire,
He would tell me all kinds of things
Like my heart is his home,
My soul is all he wants to make is own,
He would tell me over and over,
Oh, Moonlight, together we can be alone
And our spirits can run free,
All we need is each other in a life of a storm,
We can make love in splendor of lust,
Oh, how swiftly life passes on by,
Come Moonlight, take my hands
Let me be your man with deep commands,
I can see your eyes telling me many things,
Your heart is graving with mine,
Come to me and let’s make many more dreams
Let’s write down in your own blood stain ink
about you and me, you forever king,
our souls live beyond what others ever known,
let me feel your heart beat my queen,
let me touch your silk hands, this is my command,
Oh, from faraway I can hear the glass break
Where dark dreams are, being made
While souls scream to be set free,
Wish me well my queen,
while I take others down in a journey
of darken dreams with me,
Come Moonlight,
put your candle lite by your window
Let me feel your true delight
even if you’re not on my side,
I am torn by your politeness
It gives me so much madness,
But with time you will see things my way,
You know you could never fix me?
So, stop trying to forgive me,
I will always burn in your desire
I will always linger around in your mind,
I am Dark Angel, your king in all your dreams,
Your heart will only beat for me;
Just Waite and you will see,
Oh, Moonlight, your heart is my home,
Your mind is my throne,
Your soul is what I want,
I will never let you go,
Together we can make many storms in history,
We will be written down in the beams
of the moon stones, together alone.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams
Is Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:37 PM UTC
WRITTEN IN BLOOD STAIN INK
It was another lonely night
While holding on to old tears drops
of bits of rain, I always feel this pain,
I can still hear your voice
dancing into the night of fright,
sending me kisses of death,
this doesn’t make my night carefree
all it gives is darken dreams,
I see your ancient eyes looking deep into mine,
that triers to incense me with words,
To make traps for me to fall into your fake love,
In your senses of hateful thinking;
You tell me to come to you with an open mind,
To lite a fire deep into your empty heart,
but I know not to waste no more of my time
On an old ancient rhyme,
Oh, but how Dark Angels words linger in my mind
Trying hard to play games on my heart,
Old desires make a big fire,
He would tell me all kinds of things
Like my heart is his home,
My soul is all he wants to make is own,
He would tell me over and over,
Oh, Moonlight, together we can be alone
And our spirits can run free,
All we need is each other in a life of a storm,
We can make love in splendor of lust,
Oh, how swiftly life passes on by,
Come Moonlight, take my hands
Let me be your man with deep commands,
I can see your eyes telling me many things,
Your heart is graving with mine,
Come to me and let’s make many more dreams
Let’s write down in your own blood stain ink
about you and me, you forever king,
our souls live beyond what others ever known,
let me feel your heart beat my queen,
let me touch your silk hands, this is my command,
Oh, from faraway I can hear the glass break
Where dark dreams are, being made
While souls scream to be set free,
Wish me well my queen,
while I take others down in a journey
of darken dreams with me,
Come Moonlight,
put your candle lite by your window
Let me feel your true delight
even if you’re not on my side,
I am torn by your politeness
It gives me so much madness,
But with time you will see things my way,
You know you could never fix me?
So, stop trying to forgive me,
I will always burn in your desire
I will always linger around in your mind,
I am Dark Angel, your king in all your dreams,
Your heart will only beat for me;
Just Waite and you will see,
Oh, Moonlight, your heart is my home,
Your mind is my throne,
Your soul is what I want,
I will never let you go,
Together we can make many storms in history,
We will be written down in the beams
of the moon stones, together alone.
Poetic Judy Emery © 2017
The Queen of Darken Dreams
Is Poetic Lilly Emery
Feb 27, 2017
Feb 27, 2017 at 5:16 PM UTC
as there are so few pennies
in the household kitty
we all have to be
more than a little canny
watching our expenditure
is a daily necessity
for we've only a certain
amount of currency
yesterday I went to
the hairdresser for a trim
but I decided against it
as the cost was too grim
because the *** of money
I had did look slim
I retained my cash to have
an appearance less prim
with our money not going
as far as it once did
we've got to find
economical ways to save a quid
the things we need for every day
living are beyond our bid
over spending leaves not much
to store under our money jar lids
in these days where prices
are peaking ever higher
it is incumbent on us
to be more savvy buyers
our hard won dollars
are all becoming triers
as we step into the shopping mall's
cash burning pyres
Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 8:29 PM UTC
Here's to the tired
And here's to the broken
To the poor and the needy
Here is to my 97 year old grandfather
WWII veteran
He has his caretaker
And the football games
Hard times they make us hard
Our spirits forged by the endless trials
We will not stop trying
We are the human race
We still go on
With hope in our hearts
We go on!
Behold, a ****** shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son,
And they shall call his name Emmanuel
Which being interpreted is,
God with us
Jan 24, 2015
Jan 24, 2015 at 9:10 PM UTC
next time you say you can handle all of my crazy,
baby, make sure you have a vacuum
for all of the lazy, broken pieces of those same words said before,
that have been smashed and smeared into my **** carpet,
so you don’t cut your feet walking backwards out the front door.
next time you say you can handle all of my crazy,
maybe make sure you have a vacuum
because my hair sheds like it’s perpetually ridding me of thick coated winters,
and leaving behind a shrine to our time together like forget-me-nots
so you will find pieces of me everywhere -
not just in the carpet, the bed sheets, the backseats,
but on the radio:
if not because my voice is still etched into your mind during the static silence
then because i knew the words to every song like i wrote them all,
and i wrote a lot of them about you, or people like you:
the previous liars and triers and vacuums.
next time you say you can handle all of my crazy,
remember space is a vacuum
and how you also said we are two stars intertwined
because we are not celestial beings but soft bodies destined to die,
oxygen deprived, with ruptured lungs in ten seconds time.
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 4:47 PM UTC