Is it Dark Yet?

shadows fall

darkness creeps

there is something coming

in the crawling dusk

we will lose the day

when the darkened veil

achingly descends




how long can we wait?

beyond this veil

nothingness awaits

when will it be rent asunder?

by whom?

and when they come

will they bring the morrow?

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Trauma

as the blood dries

beneath my nails

as the metallic smell

lingers in the air

as my boots

slip on the shit stained floor

as I wipe the vomit

from my shirt front



removing blood-stained glasses

ripping of blue blood gloves

gazing across

at what lies before

not a beep can be heard

lights fade to gray

ashen faces stare back

and the memory remains

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

Not Yet

it's not dark yet
it's not tomorrow yet
the sun has not set yet
no need to fret yet
nothing to regret yet
you have not not broken yet
so no need to fret
.....
yet ....

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

 

A White Feather

 Inspired to write a poem on peace (after a friend reminded me, by wishing me Happy Peace Day), seeing as the 21st of Sept is the International Day of Peace.

a white feather fell from above

doves circle and soar

a bullet whistles past

blood drips from the bough of a tree

peace in our time is the mantra

can it be believed



cowardice, faith, protection, bravery

peace, needs a chance

so many messages, to which do we cleave

hope from a bygone era

past, present or a probable future

don’t shoot the messenger



white doves circle and soar

hoping they do not perish, bringing their message

doves cry, and hope dies when children perish

may they be lifted on the wings of peace

upwards to a burning sky

to a place with no name



the sun sets on a world in disarray

how many more white feathers need to fall

from a torn and shredded sky

as the tears of doves past rain down

are they at peace?

I can only dream that they are
......

© 2016 /  © 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2016 /  © 2018 mikesnexus.com

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Autumn

falling leaves drifting down

colours of rust passing by

days grow short

nights become cold

winters song is calling



tis the season of life

for remembering, reflecting

taking pleasure in past abundance

a time of rest, as life wanes

or so it should be



branches are bare and twisted

pain etched across the bark

a new beauty emerges

in the quiet, new portals open

new journeys await



upon this threshold we stand

harvesting what’s left of life

and the fruits born overtime

hoping this elixir will suffice

to sustain the last leg of our journey

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

autumn leaves

Shattered and Drawn

love gone to waste

lost never to be replaced

myriad shattered reflections

broken and lost connections



ice bullets, cutting straight and true

turning all my tears to blue

strewn with guilt

enfolding me with its emotional quilt



that jig-saw visage

reflecting through the passage

of a shattered past

stares back as one outcast



futility of anguished tears

failing to wash away the fears

leaving in its wake

one battered, bruised

shattered and drawn

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

 

New Seasons

the shadow of beauty is regret

as we lose today

we gain tomorrow

for in sleep

we break the chains

that bind us to yesterday

we awaken unbound and unfettered

to our winter past

emerging into a new spring

bursting to blossom
© 2018 michael d emmerich
© 2018 mikesnexus.com

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My Poetry is …..

neither a shout

nor a scream

not a whimper

or a whisper

….....

but an eruption

of emotion

from within

….......

once released

it plots its own path

and passion

towards darkness

or light
...

© 2017 michael d emmerich

Eclipsing Life

eclipses of life

dramatic chaotic tempestuous moments

barely noticeable subtle changes

rolling storm clouds gather ahead

and then, we awaken in a sea of fog



in the penumbra we patiently wait

structural integrity retained

 loss of function noted

salvaging what we can

slowly our faculties improve



healing slowly commences

the gray fades to light

the darkened hypoxic veil lifts

returning senses, inducing pain

bringing clarity to intermediate minds

……..

© 2018 michael d emmerich

Subterranean Lullaby


pitter patter of tiny feet

rat-a-tat of bullets ripping sheets

orange spears of flickering candles

casting opaque shadows on strips of flannel

digging deeper, ripping up the dirt

slowly covering holes in the shirt



the man in the long black coat

stands unsteadily at the edge of the moat

doing his best not to gloat

as the sand, cascades down all around the sacrificial goat

as its ripped bleeding throat

drains over the distended belly, as it bloats



swallowed up consumed by this world

in the belly of the beast all curled

buried in the grave, six feet under

as the veil is rent asunder

silver coins glinting on the eyes, all bright

weeping silver teardrops, in the watery moonlight

© 2018 Michael D Emmerich

 

The Man In The Long Black Coat