rollin’ and a tumblin’ it draws nigh
no warning bell tolls
this boiling tempestuous darkness
a mist of uncertainty
splashed with crimson
wrapping you in its threadbare
torn black shroud
black as the coal driven snow
no protection afforded
from the shards of blackness
…..
releasing, enveloping
or entombing?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
cain’s mark, an unstable man groaning and shaking on the earth unable to release his grasp or be the man he could be stains of the past scar for life as the past passes one by if not for you, then who? healing eases the pain but memories remain leaving scars and crosses to bear healing, forgiveness remembrance or a warning that mark comes with a great burden and a sacrificial cost?
© 2018 michael d emmerich
(Bleeding Words Part 2)
Additional thoughts on this poem I wrote on 27 Feb, 2018 – Bleeding Words – my journal is littered with half finished poems and new ideas/concepts/memories; keep falling onto the pages. Just battling to put many of the ideas to bed, as finished poems, the final close out of many of the poems just escapes me at present ….
red stained pages drenched, dripping cannot see the words for blood draining from my pen onto the floor pooling coagulating words escaping frozen and timeless in blood
© 2018 michael d emmerich
My father would have been 84 today, sadly he passed away 5 years ago. I still miss him, and have been thinking about him a lot of late. The loss of a parent who was dearly loved leaves a pain that always lingers. I wrote this poem 2 years ago in 2016, and the absence is still there …
fathers are refuge from the storms of life when that safe port passes on when the lighthouse fades all that is left are the memories memories never fade they are never forgotten or passed over they remain memories shine through the mists of time even when the lights fade and no one lives there they remain constant, eternal not ethereal these remain, never forgotten what was once real is now no longer the reminders of your love do not fade they remain through the years we walked different paths they diverged and merged over the years at the end they had become one constant reminders of our togetherness unconditional love learnt remains
© 2016 michael d emmerich
Anyone who has ever looked into the glazed eyes of a soldier dying on the battlefield will think hard before starting a war – Otto van Bismarck
With all the craziness in the world at present, and ongoing conflicts and aggressive rhetoric from certain leaders …. maybe just maybe there will be less conflicts, if they themselves had to do the fighting….
the red mist descends overall it’s to dark to see as the eyes glaze over into that 1000 yard stare as the raging red rivers flow darkness draws nigh the veil is torn the pathway opens on high yes, I have seen the world not sure which one awaits I am coming, screams death not a second to soon for we have learnt nothing from the tragic cycle of history which is oft repeated
© 2018 michael d emmerich
into the distance I gaze a flight of fancy awaits with wings spread soaring towards the sun like Icarus and Lucifer I thought, I thought of everything warning lights ignored navigator long since departed on a wing and a prayer flying to close to the sun flew to high and to soon it’s all melting away I’m now freefallin’ like those before me hell to heaven a fall from grace an angel awaits enfolded by ruffled feathered wings healing my wounds with time
© 2018 michael d emmerich
saw your shooting star tonight shattering the black of the night flying across an amber palette burning bright for all to see that’s your mystique slicing that veil of darkness let your light shine through my darlin’ you shine best on the darkest of nights burning brightly chasing my dark away that’s what you do best dragging me to the light my darlin’
© 2016 michael d emmerich
people often say I’ve been dealt a bad hand the cards are crap to many jokers and the deuces suck the cards we are dealt is the hand we hold until the dealer next shuffles but the game never ends the trick is, turn the cards to your advantage seven aces in spades transforming death to life good players of the game overcome the adversity of a bad hand despite what they hold they know they can win when your world depends on what’s in your hand go all in, don’t back down never let a bad hand hold you back or pull you down
© 2018 michael d emmerich
for time, for a season for a lifetime walking through the fire embers and ashes cling to you memories burnt into one’s story broken promises, battered trust like a well-travelled suitcase full of memories and baggage ready to be unpacked, repacked for the next journey neither time, distance or age undeterred, always comrades in each other’s arms like long lost lovers always returning ….. for that last embrace
© 2018 michael d emmerich
lover cover me during tough and rough times better days await I’m sure lovers in their summer dresses wind pressed fabric caressing the curves sunlit backdrops to, images of flesh through silk and lace some girl to thrill me again, and again and yes, drive me crazy with who knows what when I look in your eyes I’ll be dreaming with eyes wide open as the sun goes down
© 2018 michael d emmerich
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