"upchurch" poems
i saw your message
written in your crimson prose
letters you had written
to let me know
now i know
just how
you loved me so
dont say goodbye
dont even close your eyes
dont leave this life
we never said goodbye
one last sigh
and then we say goodbye
why do ya hate me
love then forsake me
you kissed then left
me lost and longin
longin for somethin'
somethin' that mattered
now all that's left
is lost
and shattered
p j upchurch
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 8:33 PM UTC
an' when at lasste
they reach'd
the fartheste shorre
an' placed
their booted feet
'pon her ****** soil
they turned and lookt
wi' shaded eyes
farr 'cross
the Tranquil Sea
beheld the beauty
of their mothers' grayce
a crowne of starrs
Her diadem
an' tho they long
for Her embrayce
must heed the calle
an' join tha' race
oh tha' Song of Destiny
tis tha' which burns
within our souls
Her ardent voyce
doth beckon us
to reach
the farr-flung starrs
Her siren's song
drawin' us
to touch
the fartheste shorre
beyonde the seas
beyonde the klouds
out to the starrs
we journey farr
we venture forth
to search
to know
to reach beyond
and touch
The Fartheste Shorre
p. j. upchurch
circa 1997
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https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/298731-the-fartheste-shorre/
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Apr 7, 2018
Apr 7, 2018 at 12:19 AM UTC
purple shades
o' velvet black
strewn across
dark green grass
on rolling hills
gently laying
in sylvar shades
her face
is softly waning
an' scattered thru
the starlit nyte
her dreams
her hopes
her fears
an' i...
hear her
plaintive pleas
her
desperate cries
and so
reach out my hand
an' gently soothe
the aches an' pains
of her
precious life's
most bitter wounds
vigilant
i stand my guard
an' watch
o'er her shattered gates
thru many a long
dark treacherous nyte
aware of
every shadows fall
wary of each
an' every noise
an' i swear by all
by strength of heart
breath of life
an' death of soul
on these i swear
tha' none shall pass
from hellish realms
of fiery ash
to breach
her broken battlements
nor press 'pon
her battered gates
to cast
their wicked stones
of hate
her fate i swear
'tis my soul's life
mine only heart
my one true light
so
be off with thee
oh wretched swine
tread not near
my beloved's breast
trouble not
her slumb'ring rest
nor gaze upon
her hallowed face
remove thy stench
from this
mortal plane
for thou art curst
an' thou shouldst flee
to brimstone's hearth
to thy master's knee
purple shades
o' velvet black
strewn across
dark green grass
on rolling hills
gently laying
in sylvar shades
her face
is softly fading
an' scattered thru
the starlit nyte
her dreams
her hopes
her fears
an' i...
p j upchurch
Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC