When I am old and the hour of death is close at hand I shall count the falling grains of sand and traipse in dance a book of dreams to lie along the winding stream
I shall confess each sin upon the sky and drown the guilt of days gone by.....
held in his aged hands
lie folded with silken lines
one thousand poems
Wish I would have said more
Meant more
Held more
Treasured
No way out and there is nowhere to hide
I must face this
Staring back at me now
The last thing I hoped to happen
Has happened
It is sealed and is sent
Right on my doorstep
I read these words now
They haunt me and stay with me
This is my unpaid dues to you
My tax
Labelled and signed
Right on that dotted line
Directed
Right on my doorstep
Should've valued
Should've cared
Should've loved
These are qualities I no longer possess
No longer own
No longer are mine
Can't use
Can't love
Can't be loved
And loved by all
I am the door she ran through;
Broken, off the hinges, jammed in place
I lie on the floor that once brushed off my shoulders
Unable to move as I stare at the ceiling
Watching her walk away as she steps over me
For, I was just an obstacle for her to clear
Life's view is narrowed by my perspective
Looking for a quick pick me up
My dead weight is too heavy for the weak to lift
Easy has left me when difficult moved in
I need to fix my splints and oil my hinges
Darkness dances on my doorstep
But I'm not about to let it in
The darkness will pound and howl
And even curse me to oblivion
But that door remains shut
No way will I be fooled
Ever again
And as shooting stars rain
Across the night sky
I hear the song of the universe
Even over the calls
Of the darkness
Dancing all alone on my doorstep
Mad that I refuse to tango
Angry over a broken plastic flamingo
A sign of toxic friendship
Forgotten
On the doorstep
But I refuse to be weak again
And give in
Because the darkness
Envelops and overwhelms
A cascading casket of cosmic callousness
Ensnaring like a heavy blanket
So when you see me
Standing in front of the door
You may see a single tear
And a hand on the doorknob
As darkness dances on my doorstep
I'm (not) about to let it in
surprised at letting someone
through the backdoor of my life
not wanting it to work
in so many different ways
wanting the grief to continue
to carry on with its destruction
wanting the mourning to
plow through undisturbed
wanting to maintain the momentum
of the familiar downward spiral
to the utter depths of hell
not wanting to be okay
not wanting to silence
the voices in my head
not wanting to be freed
from the weight off my back
most of all not wanting to
pick up and start anew
not wanting to fill the void
scared to feel okay
AP: Honorable Mention 2022
Submitted on April 22, 2022 for contest A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Submitted on April 20, 2022 for contest ANYTHING YOU WANT sponsored by CHANTELLE ANNE COOKE
Sometimes you pen beautiful poems,
and they just get rushed by and ignored.
It reminds of leaving a stunning gift,
in front of someone's door.
For some reason, the door never opens!
No matter how long, I languish there hoping.
And my heart weeps, as I watch it, sitting
cold and so poetically forlorn.
Why do I put myself through this?
I can just put it quietly away in a velvet lined drawer!
4/3/2021
~1~
Each human is home for himself
but many forget to clean that house
before they invite someone in
with backs against
we'll live our choices
now my heart has an uncleaned memory of you
Finger print and claws on your wall
The door is near but in minds its far
Your voice won't let out that call
Telephone ring thinking its a stall
Darkness dull the night with bloody moon
With no more space in your room
It's that feeling of being doom
You feel like your time is soon
Regrets and flashback fills your mind
Thinking back to the good old time
Where everything was going fine
You didn't had to worry about a dine
Your life was in all direction like vine
Now it pains you to walk that straight line
I awoke to the sight
Of Sunlight.
He splashed into my window.
He filled the halls.
He climbed the stairs.
He turned around
And went out the door.
From my window
I watched him,
Walking with light footsteps-
Everywhere.
People walked past him
Hurriedly,
As if they didn't know
That he was there.
Images roll daily trampled by incivility
Far away enough yet close to humanity
Mired by evil, engrossed in misery
Where being born feels like a tragedy.
Longing for mercy, smile tries to emerge
Straining weary mind every grin hurts
Yet, life goes on unfazed by distress
Amid stormy rain wishing for a sunny day.
Untouched by pain world disdain reigns,
Forlorn eyes concede burden of debt
Paying it with pride extracted from dignity
For being a recipient at destiny's doorstep.
March 27, 2018
Like eagles,
we soar—gliding
through the sky of life.
Through social turbulence
challenging our rise,
we continue to ascend;
the horizon before us.
Into the realm—like lions of Judah
roaring, we leave winged trails
in the traveled winds of time.
In our going
we leave
three little birds:
pecking assiduously
at the doorstep of reality.
You're fighting a war
You'll win but what do you do after your victory?
You'll drink, dance and merry
Invite the lords of stars to break bread
And the daughters of moon to warm your bed-
and then...?
That is to say you do not fight without a purpose.
Name your hurdles before you jump them
They will help put honour in your bloodline
Fright in the bodies and souls of your foes
And lead your children through
When they come of age to choose their gods
I'll be saying two prayers tonight
One for me and one for you
You'll find it in the fragrance of the rose I left-
by your doorstep.
Micheal Ace
#magicalpoetry
©ACEworld
Bleak
Gray day,
Biting breeze
Offers portent
And tumbles autumn’s harvest of sere leaves
To winter’s foreboding, icebound doorstep:
Stacked, stands cordwood,
Shovels wait,
First snow
Looms.
I feel you...
I flutter with joy when I see you....
I float and I am weightless,
I am in your arms......
I share a moment with you,
evergreen, timeless, forever!
It's mine and It's yours.
Surely we don't fly but I am lifted....
Kissed on my doorstep
by you.......
The clouds have gone now
and many rainbows later,
I'm here to see you again....
To say what it felt, to kiss you
for last time....to tell you
I'm yours, like I was then....
heaven planted flowers on the doorstep of my life
the moment my eyes set on you, the waters began to run deep
the sadness i once felt is now my favorite medicine for laughter
i am content in the garden of paradise which is you
i now know who i really am and more aware of who i was for play play
as we lay here in full bloom, an endless array of bells ring in my mind
angles sing like furies with good intentions
i no longer worry about the state capitol of myself when i am with you
for i know that the nucleus of the root is me and the engine of my heartbeat is you
you are my golden gates to love, like you me, i love you without judgement
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