Category: Poetry
Howling at the Moon
Howling at the Moon
Howling at the Moon
My howl grows weaker as the Summers come and go,
And the Winter’s bitter gales bring harsh realities to my world.
My aging body grows weary in its long seasonal quest to know,
To find in my meandering search the truth unfurled.
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Yet, some abiding glimmer of Faith bids me journey on
As I see the eager and young give rise to the next tomorrow,
To kindle old desires, awaken my mind to a new kinder dawn,
Tease me with truths-bearing wisdom I might better know.
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Then, as years speed by steadily, and my steps limp along,
The world seems more precariously out of its orbital sync
As though some treacherous fate on wicked winds so strong’
Comes to claim its ownership of an orb no longer able to think.
Poem by Billy Ray Chitwood – February 2, 2018 (Prev)
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TIME of My Life
TIME of My Life
TIME of My Life
-(A Poetic Moaning)-
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Time, Time, Time.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Are You a merciless menace
Of maddening passing?
Time, Time, Time.
Tick, Tick, Tick.
Can you not slow your pace?
Prithee, can you not provide more
Of your endless ticks?
I yet have books to write,
Poetry to pose a riddle,
Or, think romantic allusions
Of Love and Ventures past!
Why must you be the sole
Arbiter of my Soul, while
I suspect my God might
Approve your ever rapid
Transit through my Dawns
And my restless Eves of Doubts?
Your pendulum swings to and fro
In a mocking remembrance
Of an ambiguous and most
Impassioned wayward passage.
Is it that I have betrayed you?
Or, pray tell, is it that you have
Seduced me with your Lure to
Love’s easy Manipulative ways?
When did you begin your ticking?
Are you synonymous with an
Infinite Divinity noble of promise?
Or, are you but a simple dream
That gives each of us a mare
To ride through a long night,
Some Lottery of Chance?
I plea for more thoughts to
Unscramble – an act doubtlessly
Vainglorious of deed and effort.
© Billy Ray Chitwood –01/23/18
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Haiku Friday – Touch & Wrong
Hi, Ronovan,
Here’s my Haiku Friday Offerings – Touch & Wrong
Is it wrong to breathe?
When my lips touch your lushness,
My breath escapes me!
OR:
Touch me tenderly
And spread fast the fire within!
Can lust be so wrong?
OR:
If we live each day
With abundant love in our hearts,
Wrong deeds we won’t touch!
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My Free Verse to the Universe
My Free Verse to the Univers
By Billy Ray Chitwood
“The Cracked Mirror…” is a Fictional Memoir I wrote a few years ago…ninety per cent true! This book was written while living on The Sea of Cortez in Mexico.
This poem in ‘free verse’ is at the beginning of the book, serving as an ‘entrée’ to my life as I’ve known it.
Mirror Images
I once looked at men like you,
old men, frail and haunted…
That was when youth declared
that I would live forever.
How hard it was to see then…
how easy it is to see now.
Life was moonlight and promises…
So soon came ecstasy and joy.
When did it get this late?
When did the tree sap harden?
Where is the gold I sought?
Where is the key I held?
Why is the day no longer long?
Why does morning come so late?
What is the mystery to solve?
What day the reckoning?
– Billy Ray Chitwood –
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And, this ‘free verse’ piece is at the end of THE CRACKED MIRROR…just before the ‘Epilogue’ of the book.
Portrait in Time
Young man, do you not see me
as once I might have been?
Is it the wrinkle, the sagging skin
Time laid upon me that you see?
Once I stood, perhaps like you,
with noble thoughts and dreams
a new bright morning might bring.
Time wore me down with its ceaseless
ubiquitous ways and subtle promises.
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Time taunted and tempted me
with its guile and deception,
with its beauty beads of love.
Time gave me its reins to run wild
with the wind toward sunrise and sunset.
Time now leaves me here along the sea,
better to have had its moments of joy;
sad to have you see the frail
and broken parts of me…
Young man, can you not see me
as once I might have been?
Billy Ray Chitwood
Between these two poems is a narrative I truly believe you will enjoy. At least, that is my hope. It’s got some important history, a senseless murder, a suicide, and a young kid growing into a man NOT without tough lessons from the neon glittering world of deception, false promises, love, naive bluster, and a lot of soul searching…still have some of that ‘straw’ behind my ears! BUT, my books are worth your reading – that, of course, is my humble opinion.
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Billy Ray Chitwood – October 21, 2017
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Night Thoughts
Night Thoughts
Is it sweet memories of love
That sustain me thru the years?
Is it bittersweet cheek flows,
Of soft poignant tears?
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Yearnings of unlived dreams?
Soul not yielding its hope?
A defiant mind incapable of
Accepting its limited scope?
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Thus, night thoughts come,
Confound a peaceful sleep,
Mocking me with ticking time
And an alarm’s incessant beep.
Poetry Attempt by: Billy Ray Chitwood – 8/8/17
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