Gloomstones Vol 3 part 5

Poetry is to express emotions with words,
If these words are as if stones, Which I’ll call Gloomstone,
Then I’d be piling them up like a rough wall around a graveyard,
Not keeping out, not keeping in, just a line,
A method to define what is within.

“How do you write poetry?” An often asked question, which for each of us it is different,
perhaps it’s a Location?

The Corner Table ( Rubaiyat Sonnet)

Sitting still silences fills the air,
In shadow of sorrow’s despair,
Lost in mood he’ll just brood the night,
Drinking wines as he pines his care.

Smokers share clouding air from light,
Cloak of shade that smoke made hides sight,
But never endeavor to see,
The others his brothers of night,

They don’t wish to exists or be,
The come here to drink beer and flee
From the sight of those light beings,
They are all of reality.

Drink so deep make minds sleep freeing,
Close those eyes that won’t cry seeing.

G

With me location is somewhat important when writing, but also a theme
that will roll around my head wanting to get out.
The Harbinger is a poem like that, but just the first of many,
At this time just the first of Three

Harbinger

Struggling on, he keeps moving,
With each step, his life proving,
Get away, from there to home,
Place of death, he’s removing
Battered self, he comes alone,
Falls at feet, with painful groan,
Once many, now he’s the first,
Returns cut, with broken bone,
But alive, most were much worse,
Song of dead, in the last verse,
Silent tune, for none moving,
Death follows, the warring curse.

G

“Dark Riders”

Night Riders,
Across the barren fields of stone,
Advancing,
Destroying,
Burning the essence of home,
Outsiders.

Riding with the sword and torch,
Destroying,
Farmers killed and hearths scorch,
Livestock was just turned to dead,
Lay rotting,
Poles crudely raised held a head
With glares down sees her hacked limbs
Rats feeding,
Her motherhood harshly ends.

T’was no gold,
The dark riders didn’t look,
No silver,
Only joy,
Everything was what they took,
Leaving cold.

Night riders,
Advancing the evil days.
Dark Riders.

G

Footprints in the Mud

Follow them,
Those small footprints in the mud,
Where they’ve gone,
What’s become,
What caused traveling in the mud,
Follow them;

The little toes point toward day’s
Setting sun,
Last of light before dark plays,
And exhausted little feet falls;
Walking done,
Listening to the lark’s calls,
Shelter is nowhere but there,
Can’t go on,
Eyes of youth now only stare
Till chill of night closes them,
Rising sun,
New warmth won’t find eyes open.

Follow them,
Those small footprints in the mud,
Where they’ve been,
Who made then,
What caused traveling in the mud,
Follow them;

Heels toward the faint yellow glow,
Walks the night,
Into lands you’ll never know,
Places where from children flee,
Seeks the light,
Where flames keep dead company
Bodies not welcomed to ground;
Horrid sight,
The screaming poles makes no sound,
Speaks loud of brutality,
To make fright
With use of hostility.

Footprints gone,
From death, journey to their death,
Now just gone,
A people take their last breath.

G

I posted these at a few places and haven’t been overwhelmed by the responses.
Will there be more of these, perhaps, I don’t know.
Sometimes a theme doesn’t come together as well as I hoped,
Then I just move on to another theme.

A little something from the past now?
Alright;

Wakes to Thunder

Dark within the midnight dreaming
Nightmares ride upon me screaming
Waking, waking, waking once more,
From horrors of the night steaming
To reality outside my chamber door,
Worst ever than my worst of dreaming.
Reality, really the life I deplore.

What wakes him,
The crash of trash discarded,
Pieces lost,
Others tossed,
Thundering aluminum,
The worker,
And passers,
Keep alone eyes diverted
From shadows
And windows,
From the trash that was human.
He’s awake,
What will reality take?

G

If you think of someone whom might like these Gloomstones
Either forward them the email you have gotten, of give them my email address,
And when they request I will add them to my list.

If you tire of these Gloomstones Dark and dismal nature
Then write me and I will remove your name.
e-mail pgloom@hotmail.com

Although I don’t mind if you forward my work to others
Please do not post my material on public boards.
Thank you,
Professor Gloom