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A lover’s complaint

These streets I walk, they call your name. 
Where my excursions have not been the same. 
These tress and the birds sing your song.
When it rains, they’d want us to come along.

These evening breezes whisper me by the ear,
About how they loved seeing us in pair.
These lonely moments begging for your presence to be felt.
But your frozen heart has yet to melt.

These eyes of mine dying to see your light.
These hands wanting to hold you tight.
These immense crowds fail to connect my call.
So I die every night, thinking of you, wanting to share it all.

It is when I can’t endure this pain.
I write it down simple and plain. 

A page I keep up every now and then,
What I call it, a lover’s complaint.

 

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Poem “Urgent Note for My Son Langston…” by Theresa Williams

This is an emotional poem that reflects on life and loss.  It is inspirational poetry because it uplifts and encourages even in the midst of tragedy.  The poem shares about motherhood, grief, love, and suffering.  “Urgent Note for My Son Langston…to be pinned to his collar upon age eleven” by Theresa Williams

Urgent Note for My Son Langston

to be pinned to his collar upon age eleven

This is Langston.
He likes mutant turtles and the ghost grey
power ranger please
do not
shoot him he
is your new friend he
will jump in your arms
and ask
to be swung
in circles not
in noose spin

please he
is scared of very loud
noises and he would not
respond to a shot he
might just fall in dirt
infra-red and not move at

all like when we play ninjas and he is the blackest
because he say that’s the baddest

and I say no but
he say yes so
I’m the blackest

so how to make easy
topic better get meta
and none of this race shit really matters so
low I talk hawking but he waffles
and I don’t give a
fuck bout machines
stretched in time
I just need Langston man boy
demon home
in time please don’t

kill him he likes pancakes not waffles
like on Sundays when he asks for extra syrup
I pour on so much syrup
yes please
don’t fire we hymn strange hold
hands I put him on hips even
altars big
ger black
er and scary

arms scare
crow my neck brow clammy
while he mouths the words mom and god
round his tongue, spun like a fat marble.

And I know this note is a little long, but I just thought you should know that
this is Langston
and I love him he absorbs all the light
and so can you I mean yes
he’s not an angel stole once you learned his
lesson well he

is or might be volatile please
return home safe so I can see the blue white
light from top peaks of his covers pulled tight
round his door bends blackbodies soft
sweet pulse a blue night

 

Poem “Urgent Note for My Son Langston…” by Theresa Williams

 

 

This sadness within me

Its time to erase you and move on,
This waiting in vain, it has been so long.
But my will to carry on has long gone.
I get sick of everybody questioning whats wrong.

Just so you know, this was not what I wanted.
There simply wasn’t enough to breathe from what you granted.
Your silence and actions leave me deeply disenchanted.
I only wish for words to describe how it felt waiting for a shot at redemption which was never handed.

Despite everything they shall never know our story and our name.
You will be remembered for this beautiful game.
I will erase every bit of you that lives within me and you should know.
Thanks for having me, you put an excellent show.

I may never forget but I will always forgive
For this reason this sadness within me shall always live.

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Dictionary

Originally posted on I and the Pen.

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Sometimes happiness is just a soothing music
Sometimes it's candy-coated raindrops
Or Fridays and good night's sleep
Or the euphoria of sipping coffee

Disappointment is when your shadows realize
That you are not someone worth following
It's when your curtains and bed sheets know
Of what you've been doing behind their backs 

Loneliness is turning your room
Into a cage thousands of burdens high
It's when you put a knife to the throat of friendship
And it cowers in the corner

Patience is Jacob waiting for Rachel
It was seven years time two
Fourteen years is a long times to do
But he knew, Rachel you are worth the wait

Introvert is the unusual relief of solitude
It is the calculus subject
No one dares to get to know deeply of
Everyone else is recess

You see, I once uninstalled
Merriam-Websters on my phone
And since then
I've been defining things on my own

Side B

Sometimes happiness is just a soothing music
Sometimes it's candy-coated raindrops
Or Fridays, and good night's sleep
Or the euphoria of sipping coffee

Disappointment is when your shadows realize
That you are not someone worth following
It's when your curtains and bed sheets know
Of what you've been doing behind their backs

Loneliness is turning your room
Into a cage thousands of burdens high
It's when you put a knife to the throat of friendship
And it cowers in the corner

Patience is Jacob waiting for Rachel
It was seven years times two
Fourteen years is a long time to do
But he knew, Rachel you are worth the wait

Introvert is the unusual relief of solitude
It is the calculus subject
No one dares to get to know deeply of
Everyone else is recess

You see, I once uninstalled
Merriam-Websters on my phone
And since then
I've been defining things on my own

Promises Kept

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It is when you come to my sight,
A mix of feelings inside me collide.
So, I try moving myself left when it takes right.
This is exactly how I run and hide.

It ruptures me open, but I embrace myself avoiding the bad.
I often find myself venturing into the past we had. 
A story of this lady and this lad,
Subtle change of emotions on his face, enough to make her worried and sad.

Its crazy how one moment feels like my rebirth.
Another, I crumble down, down to earth. 
A cease on the span of my comfort.
Such an unwanted mix of events, like white collecting dirt.

A wish to move on but not today.
Every little details about you is what makes me stay.
No hope or any of it left.
But my words given to you must be kept.

 

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Winter

winter
IMAGE CREDIT  ELENA SHUMILOVA

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Trying to forget you,
And our love that grew.
While my memory so fresh.
The smell of you, your black dress.
With your hand, that summer rain
A clear invitation for my pain
.

That golden moment, where I was blessed
This dark side, who could have guessed?
You’re that song, where I lost my line somewhere in the verse.
How I would kill myself for it to reverse
On a cold fucking phase you made me enter
This cold feeling, this must be winter.

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Thyself

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You, sanctuary of withering roses
Cathedral of injustice
You, ballad drenched in misery
Try to put on your smile

You, after scent of campfire
Cloud of billowing smoke, ignite
You, smoldering volcano
Nervous fireworks, breathe

You, mosaic of self-inflicted wounds
Playground of dancing ghosts
You, gripped by grief
Skirmish till you’re barely alive

You, sinking ship
Neglected thought, dying or dead
You, forgotten fossils
Death can’t kill you

You, whoever you are
You, everything you didn’t want to be
You, you’re doing just fine
You, it all will be alright

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