Poetry In Motion

SIZE=6]Secretly......

singularly, secretly a moment of self is revealed
entrusted to the heart of another
negotiations of tender feelings

close-mouthed and reticent and yet escape the words
not before dared uttered, secluded and sheltered
emotions now find another hiding place

that finds their resting in the midst and mind of another
those thoughts that had long been kept from the knowledge
of, but the initiated within the privileged circle of friendship

that had always been entrusted to the imagination of the mind
locked away in the recesses as though key locked in a tiny secret drawer
where all cautious faithfully stored memories, longed for desires

now shared and entrusted with a new aliance that in hope might
bring to fruition the understanding of a lonely soul
that had wandered the catacoombs of the single heart

desperation or great affection? I wonder which caused the
the tiny secret drawer to be unlocked and shared from which
much dust has thickly covered the drawer for many years....


Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

Inspired by Mins comments

THE FOLDERS

you have your place in my mind
that waits patiently for the
hour of release for the very
day when I myself must find....

safely filed, concealed and archived
until you can be safely examined
CONFIDENTIAL....your tucked away

lucidity and reason gives way to fear
waiting for a moment of my time
to sort the folders filed before today...

the bizarre, the secret, the fantasy
the hurt, the pain and dirty
all collecting dust

precious memories and moments
of files often flicked through
that arn't ready to rust...

The seat of the faculty of
intelligence and reason that
"for who's eyes only" dictates

distinguish, discern and mark
and make notations of concern
and send "those" files packing

to the darkest corners of the room
like raiders of the lost ark
and hope that no one comes hacking

persuasion, sentiment and notion
that decides how deep the folders
now labelled must rest

but for now I will choose the folder
that gives me glimpse of light
ahhh pure light you are the best...

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2009

THE GRAVEYARD

Where all the dead they gather
and lay their empty bones
and let their form whither
and return to whence they came

the gothic church steeple
looks over the stone tablets
in ruin as the trappings of death
lay beneath still, stone cold angels

that smile wistfully as if to give peace,
Night gave free reign to imaginations
unnatural silence beneath the
moons silver gaze

and wonder who be nearer to thy God
who has passed into foreign realms
once unknown now a stark reality for the
spiritual contemplations of human mortality

hear the cries no more as they are
drowned out by angels choir whose
voice is lifted up for those that
have found the saving grace

and look no more towards their form.....

distant the wails they become
the poor tortured souls and crying they
beg for mercy and cry
"why wern't we told"?

but told they were, the signs on every
church - "butThere is no God" they used to cry
while others thought they had time
I've no need for God was often their reply

sad sad day for them for their bones will
rot for eternity, and ache in earths tortured
ground - just as their eyes would turn away from
God their eyes now vacant empty sockets round

You are the mothers and fathers that have perished
and are now silently calling your children to
death's door for your deeds were done and choices
made which now rest forevermore

You feared not, nor revered the Christ that was
sent from heavens gates, but fear now your companion
and irreverant demons gladly poke you with burning
irons for the fire they must stoke....

for your bones now the the burning embers
asks who is your remaining witness that you
once walked this earth? for the sky and sun
remember you not and continues with its life and myrth.

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

HER TEARS THEY FELL UNNOTICED

her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
the river of heartache widened
and her heart it bled for each
tear spent and shed

her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
for the flooding of anguish
that pierced her soul for all
the torment untold

her tears they fell unnoticed
into the blueness of the ocean
until she could cry no more
and now her heart lay dry and
as empty as any river bed

and her tears they fell no more
into the blueness of the ocean
for all life and energy spent
weary she stood at the mouth
of the sea

wishing that she too could drown
with the sorrows of tears
and merge with lifes giving water
and dissipiate into the heavens
and fall to earth again

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008

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YOU LIE!!

YOU LIE IN BED WITH LIE AFTER LIE
YOU LIE IN WAIT TO WRITHING LIKE MAGGOTS ON A RUG
Your angry with life and unsatisfied with your lot
your whole life is built on lies
and lies is what you use to achieve the most
insideous of outcomes

YOU LIE IN BED WITH LIE AFTER LIE
YOU LIE IN WAIT TO WRITHING LIKE MAGGOTS ON A RUG
lying rolls off your lips like smooth silk
you care not whom you hurt
you care not who is in your way
and happy to leave misery in your wake

YOU LIE IN BED WITH LIE AFTER LIE
YOU LIE IN WAIT TO WRITHING LIKE MAGGOTS ON A RUG
for this is your only success
to lie - to teach to lie
lie to accomplish and succeed
but in the end yours is only but a lie

be careful what you feed your heart
and mind lest it rot with that of rotting
maggots that eat out the brain
and feast on the heart and destroy your
life

Maree Long
(c) Maree Long 2008