"wains" poems
The noise of the night now comforts me. The stove creaks as it cools, jets decend to the airport and the traffics throng wains.
The day unwinds, its events now memories already. Each event, each thought like a train on its own little railroad, disapearing into the depths of the mind. When morning comes a clean slate. Then within seconds the thoughts that dwell, stress and depress, once again tear along the tracks till they overwhelm you. They just circle the mind on little railroads. No journey to speak of.
Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 7:45 PM UTC
The moon was full, florescent light
Bathed me, touched my soul
It dripped in to the white,
Corrupted,
Tainted,
Polluted,
My soul had claws
It was the time for the beast,
To shed,
To rip,
Shred this weak human husk,
Let the animal out, claws grow
The person is gone.
Only the wolf looking towards the moon
The lust, the hunger is on,
Biting,
Clawing,
Flesh,
Apart from the bone,
The moon blesses the **** shining down
Its purity, shines upon the blood
As what once was warm, now pooled cold upon the floor
The hours past since man was gone,
Only the animal, till the night is done,
Sun rises, pain
Subsides,
Wains,
Dwindles,
Till only the man now exists,
Guilt over what was and passed
The deaths, blood tainted,
Still the taste of death resides in his mouth.
The taste never fades as once again man is wolf
And the cycle of good and bad,
The man of light a doctor saving lives
The wolf animal of night taking away
They are two but one,
Until one passes the other will not fade away.
Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC
over the phone you might think me
a kindhearted metro-sexual with a deep voice
that lilts and appropriately pitches
to accommodate your ear
and manipulate your conception of me
so that you wont put a frowney face
nested in the message that im leaving
for someone else
above any "i" that might appear
but this vocal spirit only disguises
the less-than-cheeerful demeanor
with which i walk around
when i deftly cut of all communication
with the people that need me to be
something that makes them feel better
not only about my person
but humanity as a whole too
i have a
love hate relationship with phone voice
it often feels like im acting
i wrote and approved a script
where a melancholy person pretends
to be the most pleasant thing
that you have ever known
"yes, HULLLOOO! im looking to leave a message for
....[puke in mouth] heather"
and when that dreadful experience
wains and vanishes
i light another cigarette
slam down a shot glass
and growl
ghrryeeeeaaaaah
me again
***** with tobacco stained fingers
happy [through ingestion]
but still not that person
never phone voice happy
May 3, 2013
May 3, 2013 at 12:43 PM UTC
the woman disregards
what's best for me,
( See http://hellopoetry.com/poem/bus-poems-victuals-victim/ )
gives me with kind regard,
what's best for me,
for this is the kindness
that hallmarks
the long lasting kind
bring before your childlike tap tap attention wains,
a treatise on leftover chicken wings
and other such nonsensical
finger food additions,
purposed
to inspire, to find innovation,
in expressing, reclaiming and newly exclaiming
that miscreant four letter word
that appears in the other 99% of les ecrivants
(See the notes)
in some poem writ recent,
pontificated that the
most overused three words,
yes, those abused three,
degraded by overuse,
losing their poetic juice
thru constant repetition,
being nearly
boringly indecent,
even when
boldly italicized,
the impact upon the reader
is in the realm of
"oh yeah, that's nice for you"
Better to be best in show,
deduce how,
to demonstrate
rather than insistently remonstrate,
new ways every day
to say
chicken wings means..
you know what...
Some get tea and oranges,
others get cherished
when our repast is twice recast,
when she feeds me leftover
chicken wings,
both kinds,
spiced and honey just like
l....e should be
do you know why
Silly
has two L's?
Correct.
for the run lies therein,
kissing knuckles when unexpected,
********** the exhausted, tucking them in,
going out for ice cream in the midst of a
polar vortex,
recording the game to watch later,
so her downtown abbey guys,
she can be watching at the
proper English
place and time,
and celebrating life the next day
with leftover chicken wings
and other heartfelt,
but unheart healthy food additions
that folks, is how you writ a poem in deed,
that will be returned to you sevenfold in reads,
when you want to explain how,
you can, truly, sigh,
you know, love another...
with sinful, leftover chicken wings
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC
Lost in the darkness, we wander round-and-round
Trekking through the mud, with no hope of ever being found
As morale wains, so too does the memory of purpose
Growing more lost, as life spirals out of control like an untrained circus
Focus shifts from our purpose to finding a purpose
We look to be great in everything we do, hoping to make something of ourselves.
The more we try though, the more we place on our shelves.
As these shelves fill up, we begin to feel like failures.
When it comes to this endless despair, where are the remedies?
Where are the cures?
Darkness itself becomes our air and we begin to suffocate.
Take heed though, for eternity in darkness need not be your fate.
The Lord God is there.
Seek Him out, He'll pull you from the despair.
Focus your eyes on Him, He'll set your heart on fire.
Faith in Him will grant your heart's desire.
The road is hard, as it's not the beaten path.
With every step you'll grow, His love washes over us like water in a bath.
With each step your happiness will begin to show.
You've found a purpose in God, be blessed and comforted by His rod.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:47 AM UTC
It's the Spring.
Earth has conceived, and her *****
Teeming with summer, is glad.
Vistas of change and adventure,
Thro' the green land
The grey roads go beckoning and winding,
Peopled with wains, and melodious
With harness-bells jangling:
Jangling and twangling rough rhythms
To the slow march of the stately, great horses
Whistled and shouted along.
White fleets of cloud,
Argosies heavy with fruitfulness,
Sail the blue peacefully. Green flame the hedgerows.
Blackbirds are bugling, and white in wet winds
Sway the tall poplars.
Pageants of colour and fragrance,
Pass the sweet meadows, and viewless
Walks the mild spirit of May,
Visibly blessing the world.
O, the brilliance of blossoming orchards!
O, the savour and thrill of the woods,
When their leafage is stirred
By the flight of the Angel of Rain!
Loud lows the steer; in the fallows
Rooks are alert; and the brooks
Gurgle and ****** and trill. Thro' the gloamings,
Under the rare, shy stars,
Boy and girl wander,
Dreaming in darkness and dew.
It's the Spring.
A sprightliness feeble and squalid
Wakes in the ward, and I sicken,
Impotent, winter at heart.
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The stars are falling from the sky
The moon no longer wains on high
It's grown dark and cold
For the sun has been sold
Darkness reigns
The demons run free, they're the few that remain
Human life is over
The Jinn dance on the clover
The lion will eat the lamb
The light no longer stands
The cloven hoofed one rules this world
The one with the horns that curled
The Banshee no longer screams
Everyones already dead it seems
The shadow men walk to and fro
With no particular place to go
Only the creatures of the night thrive
Eating off of the dead one's hide
Vampires slowly die
With no human blood supply
So demons, ghost and Jinn
Is all the company the cloved one has with him
What a sad creature he has grown to be
How he begs for the light to see
Jan 31, 2016
Jan 31, 2016 at 11:55 AM UTC
The stars are falling from the sky
The moon no longer wains on high
It's grown dark and cold
For the sun has been sold
Darkness reigns
The demons run free, they're the few that remain
Human life is over
The Jinn dance on the clover
The lion will eat the lamb
The light no longer stands
The cloven hoofed one rules this world
The one with the horns that curled
The Banshee no longer screams
Everyones all ready dead it seems
The shadow men walk to and fro
With no particular place to go
Only the creatures of the night thrive
Eating off of the dead one's hide
Vampires slowly die
With no human blood supply
So demons, ghost and Jinn
Is all the company the cloved one has with him
What a sad creature he has grown to be
How he begs for the light to see
Mar 30, 2016
Mar 30, 2016 at 12:45 PM UTC
Twirl and contort
Shape-shift and Distort
Undeniably a misfit
To function logically in the world we live in.
Fighting unoriginality
Breaking the bad reality
Unbeknownst to me yet?
"Too young", they say, "to fret".
Well beyond the years that I am,
Far below the society I am in.
Oct 19, 2012
Oct 19, 2012 at 12:52 AM UTC
Walking through the garden
Feel the moss between my toes
Butterflies wings fluttering
Landing on a rose
Hosta leaves holding water
Enough for a snail to drink
The feeling here so tranquil
It gives me time to think
Sitting under the cherry tree
Soaking up the sun
Two dragonflies dancing
Looks like they're having fun
As I continue down the path
I came across a tree
Initials carved in the bark
Made by you and me
It's here where we had our first kiss
Its here where we fell in love
Sometimes I come here to this spot
To pray to God above
Thankful for this day
And all the promise it brings
Enjoying this precious moment
While the songbird sings
As this special time wains
And I rejoin my life
I'll carry this moment with me
As long as your my wife
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
What does it really take for others to appreciate
The Sacrifice and Giving just so others can become better at living?
Envy and Contempt fuel their discontent
The hate fills their lungs with the cruel words and useless puns
Misunderstandings in their apparent lunacy
~when shadows are cast next to thee ~
Appreciate In the name of the Living Spirit
The duty remains and your charm wains
It won't stop the countless enemies
Those who Satan adds up plenty...to his multitudes of minions and tragic battalions
The tired eyes of working hands will build the strength that life demands
Apr 18, 2012
Apr 18, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
I think of life.
Organic, energy, light, spirit?
Small.....no micro.
Large.....no infinite.
So simple, yet complex.
I think of life.
As an elephant,
Large, gray, slow.
As a dragonfly,
So small and fast.
I think of life.
Child born.
Grows, learns,
Explores, lives.
Wains, falls.
I think of life.
My life.
Good or bad.
Such simple terms.
Yet so complex.
END
Oct 25, 2018
Oct 25, 2018 at 11:19 PM UTC
This is what I think of:
Smiles and jokes
Dreams and hopes.
Laugh and a hug
truth and love.
I hope your commitment never wains.
Even through hardships, sorrows, and pains.
Remember Christ above all.
When one of you will no doubt fall.
Your love gives hope that I
Will find a love before I die.
What you have is a gift from God.
And keep him as the unwavering rod.
For he will never fail you.
Think also on faith and hope along with love
which is in relation to the other two this: above.
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 1:38 PM UTC
The muscles in my forearm ache, my fingers curl and grip the hilt
the weight of cold steel pulls at my grasp,
and I clutch, and hold my breath, to bare the weight of another world.
Here in the sharp edges of a glint and a silver shard of light
I lay hold of a small piece of myself that wains and faints but will never fade.
Who can see me now, when I can barely see me now?
Then there is the fire, the crackling dance of coals a midst the flicker and flight
of glowing cinders rising in the dark.
Smoke, the smell of it, the taste of it, fills the warmth around me;
my shelter from the ice of not yet, my guard against the cold of twilight.
A wind blows and laced with the howling, I catch hints of spring.
I knew my self in the spring once, I was known in the spring once.
Where are you?
Can you be known here in the wood between the worlds?
Do you even exist in twilight?
Do I even exist in the twilight?
Where are you?
Apr 14, 2013
Apr 14, 2013 at 8:49 PM UTC
When a lover leaves they tear away a piece of you as they walk away
They leave a wound with jagged edges where love once filled the space
The edges ragged torn and sore never heal as before
That in turn shrinks and wains until a void remains
It's irregular shape and depth unknown is unique to each one
It heals in time and the pain subsides just the void left behind
The problem comes when you try to fill it, as anothers love won't fit into it
It's un mapped un charted not off the shelf, it can't be filled by just anyone.
So start your quest or wait and see if someone's there to fit complete
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 1:17 PM UTC
I love her because she's beautiful
in the way she defines
herself.
Sunshine and health.
but I could swear she's the moon
in the way she waxes and wains,
in my mind, my sky brain, her face
somehow making the stars brighter.
I love her because she's beautiful,
beautiful like smile lines,
the sound of rhymes,
and the pain in the spine
of an elderly person
stooping to pick up a child
ten-thousand times.
Her beauty is like laughter
when you're alone,
like silence in a crowd,
complete as stone,
complete as clouds.
pardon me
if my heart beats too loud
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 12:13 AM UTC
The sun shines on the plains
The narrow crescent wains reminiscent in the sky
Vapor trails from aeroplanes create narrow lines
Criss crossing stratus clouds that fail to shroud the light
Trees dance entranced by the breeze
Plants grow upwards
Wild beasts and creatures roam
And it all became begotten from sea foam
Every interaction, every reality
A fraction of the collosal whole
And my birth
A cosmic collision of cells
Tells me that my worth
Is only equal to my appreciation
And gratitude
That swells within
What a magnificent experience I have been given
To be living in time and space
Within the grand scheme of all things possible
I have found my place
May 6, 2016
May 6, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
*They grabbed the future by the reigns
Right outside the wedding gate
But alas with passing years
The age of old gets hard to take
Who knew that as of late
Memories would start to wain
Both of them still feel the love
But deep inside so much has changed
In the fog of her mind
She recognizes the familiar face
But as hard as she tries
She can't recall the familiar name
He takes her by her fragile hand
Comforts her with it's okay
Your still my girl, I'm still your man
And it will always be that way
He remembers well his wedding vow
All the promises that he made
And all that heaven will allow
Though they're both now old and gray
Over the years with so much
They held on tight to the love they saved
So at this time they'd have enough
For the likes of this day*
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:28 AM UTC
*Vermin filled street lamps , gust borne shadows flicker in the artificial yellow night , a conflagration emerges over western skies
Evening hounds cower and lie mute , wind chimes trickle
to the steady clap of tin roofing
The lightning strikes to the clamor of the cooling earth ,
avenues grow reflective , ancient trees at the whim of
Spring eve ferocity
Boulevards turn to streams , the cloudburst wains , steam
rolls the south side circuitry in search of the fearful , hidden Moon*
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 9:32 PM UTC
Her hair is the
color of gold.
Her eyes are ever-changing,
such as the sky.
Her skin, fair and untainted
as a newborn babe's.
Her smile, warm and soft as
the morning sun.
Her heart, made of glass;
cracked but still whole.
Her sorrow's as deep
as the sea;
Her happiness wains with
every wave of turmoil.
But somehow, every day,
her joy is renewed
and she finds a light
in the darkness.
Apr 6, 2016
Apr 6, 2016 at 12:19 PM UTC
Down cobbles rose garland sways
still sweeet fox pollon
seep down alley ways
exhaust for-seen resource in shadow
wisk e-hers tinber lit darkness - ray-linear
Ultra violet ultra steep
o wains and candles
tis summer gleam & beneath tomorro unseen
O castle ablaze let side leave wake till dawn day breaks drawn arrow
Sea Aparts nor seperated dose stars leaves flower beswayed fairy
rings set... pon cusion
Jestered not geer'd ad-sole speech
Healerrs only hear to kKill
And angels hide in coast drift demons
and darkness impervise light
Sweet to kindle
Awe lonely hears
swoop and fain in wistle of nestle
math to flame
crossed goldenfields than adorn
& Spaninsh crux+, shall meet morn
settle anew conflict
will decide on hieght brother
conduct fist to system a sword
yours Shall swing on daymakers eventual deprive
bell to chime and hymm see rise & yawns
Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Clothing tattered, they come,
hungry for freedom and food.
Beaten down by oppression and hate
they cry for freedom.
They come by the thousands,
on foot over uncounted miles,
yet we turn them away,
as they cry for food.
Sick and worn, they arrive.
Torn from friends and family,
caged like animals.
They cry for compassion.
They die awaiting relief,
as hope wains across our land.
We ignore their plea,
as children cry for justice.
We all await the return of
conscience and compassion,
and grow weary as time wears on
and we cry…
Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 6:36 PM UTC