Run, Run, Run…#306

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Run,Run,Run…#305

A  caged sleep, tears shed, the thoughts of false caring that others portray is a lie.  Their spitefulness in thought held captive the sleeping mind not allowing it to wake.  There are those that cannot be trusted, they show concern for their own selves and their own greed.  They are always on the prowl to take, take, and take.  They cause pain to the minds of the blameless and find in it joy, their tongue of fire knows not the truth.  Yet, they will ask you for your prayers, to engorge their own needs.  If they touch your life, it will never be the same.

Run, Run, Run…

©2021.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Micro Poetry – Recalling of Time…#303

Recalling of Time

Memories, the past has many doors to open, one could spend a lifetime in these corridors of time.  Rooms bulging with stories good and bad; they rise to fill our minds with happiness, joy or sadness.  Like soft petals falling to the ground, so does the memory of our life fall gently upon our hearts?

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Free Style Poetry – A Life Unrepressed…#303

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A Life Unrepressed

Lighting surges through a war of disrespectful words, tears descending, wet.  In times of uncertainty, an unknown sadness is out of control, a smile, a gesture; or fear clings to a receptive body.  Words may not bring rest or smiles, the soul deep within knows.

There is no one that can unlock the heart, nothing that can be said or felt.  Thoughts, do not reveal or conceal, disguise the lack of sympathy, place blame and criticize.  Alienate the voice, if only for one moment feel free.  Fate, possession, strife, and life.

The genuine self, forced to obey, despite and un-regarded life blind to the hurt of others will embed hate eternally.  The knowledge of life fire and force, walking down a rough path; deep pain.  No spirit, hate has the power to control, nameless feelings that have conceded to a life unrepressed.  Speak and act so no one will know hidden damage floating down to the soul.

The hidden self, inward strife and following demands; in return, a thousand nothings, all-miraculously give power.   Hide in the depths of the soul; echo speaks of pain.  Lackluster eyes stare, glare, and the words unspoken deafening creating fear.  A bolt of tones, frightening, is piercing ears.

No feeling stirs, the heart laid plain, unaware of a life winding down, no meadows of flowers, no sun, no breeze, and the madness is elusive to all.  No feeling, no respite.  In quietness, the war of mocking words; the tears, the sadness. The thoughts of the sea, the crashing waves; soul and spirit sinking within its wet madness and always stay, stay, and stay.

Too late, love revealed itself in death, and the heart has nothing to say.  Living and moving in disguises, alien, until the end.  Life had nothing to possess, strife, identity.  Blind, uncertainty, life no fire or restlessness, a thirst for the mystery of it all, nameless feelings lived in vain.  The loss, the heart lay open for all to see, the hurt hidden twisted among the rubble of pain.  Yet, after all that, there is tomorrow. 

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Sorrowfulness…#302

Face, Soul, Head, Smoke, Light, Sad

Sorrowfulness…

Hatred clear an unwanted Soul, upon conception, cast it away, fear or greed.  One life could not see a future; starvation did not kill the seed, fear or greed?

The tiny Soul survived destiny or fate?

A life of oppression from the moment of birth; scared and burdened with emotional wounds throughout its journey on earth.

All of the tomorrows’ the path long and steep; it searched a lifetime to asking why did the mothers’ anger run so deep.

 The moment the mother was laid in the ground.  Truth in its abandonment never found, this abused Soul tries to remember that understanding and sorrowfulness are closely bound.

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Love Defined…#301

Roses, Red Roses, Bouquet Of Roses

Love Defined

Love thy face a shapeless flame,

A wonderful nothing it claimed

Did I see, as sensation set itself?

Free.  Love steadily gone, a

Choir of seraphs did I hear, as love

Spent within my sphere.

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Limiting Time…#300

Limiting Time

Survival, panorama, prospect, quality of life’s environment, genetics and promises that reveal nothing, the past descends like rain from the sky, washing away all dreams. 

Ghost of youth chanting within the soul, paths blocked; evil has spread across the landscape of a lifetime. 

Loneliness, love and happiness; limits, boundaries slow down the process of the future.

Nevertheless, the future may be shrouded with abundant solitude from where there is no escape.

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Reality…#259

The future, its viewless things,

That undiscovered mystery.  Will

We feel death’s lifeless wings.

No one wants these ending things,

Hiding behind curtained windows

To keep the world from seeing dying

Eyes.

Bathed in the dew of morn, the snowy

Landscape spreads.  This is the world in

Which we are born, the world which will

Be gone when we are dead.

We become sick of wasted bodies, the

Mortal strife, the pain of taking a breath.

Is sorrow the course of your life as your,

Soul combats with death.

We pray for calmness before our wilted

Spirits must go.  Life is beginning to be all

Too clear, and soon we will all be gone

From here.

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Doom…(Free Style Poetry)#257

Doom…

Somewhere outside everyone’s door is the gateway to the city of doom; the door leads to another sphere of everlasting pain, mentally and physically.  If you walk willingly, and confident you may be able to handle the tragedy waiting.  Tucked deep inside your confidence is fear; within the fear are secret things, distrust and lies.

The darkness is the most evil; or a blood red moon framed by the stars.  Strange tongues are heard frightful and shrill, filled with anger.  Fear fills souls, even the depths of hell may refuse them and they will be lost forever in the darkness.

Is there hope in death, will there be memories of the earth of the lives that remain behind? Souls cry loudly, their tears flow like the waterfalls of time.  Will there be rebirth, blaspheming is terrible in the wailing of fate.

A bitter flood rushes the consciousness of nearing doom.  It is in darkness that some are given a second chance to feel the love of God upon their faces. If they refuse the ground breaks from beneath the feet of lost souls, they sink into a senseless dark dreadful shore. 

©2021.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

Journey Back…#252

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Leave Yesterday Behind…

At the edge of the woods lay two paths

One lead to the future, the other to the

Past.  I peered into the woods to see

What lay beyond, one path seem short the

Other long.

One path lead to a meadow it was long

Well worn, a far-away meadow, the journey

Would be fast.  The other less traveled, covered

With growth I could not see where it

Would go, it was the one into the future,

That I know.

Down in the meadow were creeks, old

Houses, pets and people I knew from

The past, I was confident that I could

Travel with ease this well-worn path.

 I looked into the woods and let out a

Sigh, and stepped into the unknown,

I did not know why.  I took one more look

At the past, in truth I knew that I could

Never go back.

The future, was where my destiny I would

Find, it was time to move on, it was time to

to move on, it was time to leave yesterday

behind?

©2011.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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Fragments of Time: Bits and Pieces of the Time I have lived in?: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781981472147: Amazon.com: Books

Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts: A decade of poetry: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781723433054: Amazon.com: Books

A Sachet of Poetry: Adoration Aspirations Anger Asylums: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500483357: Amazon.com: Books

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Beyond the Voices: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500426705: Amazon.com: Books

Honeysuckle Memories: Johnson-murphree, Ann: 9781500290702: Amazon.com: Books

Echoing Images from the Soul: A Journey into the Soul: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500366810: Amazon.com: Books

Asterial Thoughts: A Journey into a Life, Thought and Fear: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781540862358: Amazon.com: Books

Rutted Roads: A Collections of Poems: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781532909368: Amazon.com: Books

A Passage into Madness: A State of Frenzied Activity: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781688948990: Amazon.com: Books

A Rotting America…#251

Casualties of the Times

Begging for food, living on the streets, no jobs to be found, families no longer sound.  Government talks end up in contradictions, poverty is the prediction.  

The homeless cannot sleep during winter’s cold nights, they gather around a burning barrel, men, women and children, forgotten, shattered and despised; in the distance a baby cries. 

The spirit freezes, fruit of labors rot, life squeezes and struggles persist, bad luck smothering heart and soul, hope ceases to exist. 

Changing winds turn into storms, will the world grow wiser, or will it be humbled and beaten back into servility? 

Trust departed, a cardboard box in the streets is where the homeless make their beds, hope disappears and the future appears dead.

2014©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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Flying with Broken Wings: The Life Story of Charlotte Jean Murphree: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781547051328: Amazon.com: Books

Fragments of Time: Bits and Pieces of the Time I have lived in?: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781981472147: Amazon.com: Books

Rhythm Rhyme and Thoughts: A decade of poetry: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781723433054: Amazon.com: Books

A Sachet of Poetry: Adoration Aspirations Anger Asylums: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500483357: Amazon.com: Books

Reflections of Poetry: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500168643: Amazon.com: Books

Beyond the Voices: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500426705: Amazon.com: Books

Honeysuckle Memories: Johnson-murphree, Ann: 9781500290702: Amazon.com: Books

Echoing Images from the Soul: A Journey into the Soul: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781500366810: Amazon.com: Books

Asterial Thoughts: A Journey into a Life, Thought and Fear: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781540862358: Amazon.com: Books

Rutted Roads: A Collections of Poems: Johnson-Murphree, Ann: 9781532909368: Amazon.com: Books

A Passage into Madness: A State of Frenzied Activity: Johnson-Murphree, Elizabeth Ann: 9781688948990: Amazon.com: Books