Last Commented Elegy Poems (75)

I’m waiting on the corner of the catwalk
Twelve midnight... Your love I stalk...
Standing alone with the moons piercing light shining directly on my face...
I move back and hide in the shadows
I have every right
Every minute that passes feels like an eternity.. I feel I’m going under, trying to make u see (me)!

What a perfect space... I have the perfect view
I can see your apartment window,
I close my eyes and I picture me & you
So I bite my lip... and swallow my words
Just wondering what your doing with Her!!

Me , you have known all your life
Her you just met... on one drunken night... I feel I’m going under.. trying to make you understand
Cheating doesn’t make you more of a man.

I’m still standing here... it has started to rain, but what does it matter, it’s a blessing in disguise...
Now... no one can see my tears or my pain...

It’s three a.m. ... it’s obvious your not coming home... I feel I’m going under.. remembering the day you died...
And how she was with you and not me


Elizabeth R

Don't go there
Cries the hidden voice
Inviting lush water's edge
Hidden dangers lurk
Shortness of breath
Freezes ones sense
Express ones breath
Frozen from water's deep
Danger lurks pulls from beneath
It waits for
You and him and her
To pull you to the deep
Don't go there to cold waters deep

In body and soul
You where here
Taken from us
Now your gone
Are tears flowed
Hearts broken
I carried your box to heavens gate
The doors opened they let you in
Are kind dear mother
Now your gone
We carry you in are hearts
And are souls
We won't forget you now your gone
God bless you mother

When the path you're on,
Seems to remain the same,
Just take the next turn,
And you will begin to see a change,

When clouds of darkness,
Start to roll in,
Please realize you can,
Truly begin again,

I know your painful past,
Keeps trying to hang on,
Too alone, too scared, No will to move on,

But never yield to fear,
The pain and the tears,
You're in the here and now,
You can't roll back the years,

So, wipe away those tears,
From your soft weary eyes,
Hold your head up,
Keep your eyes to the skies,

And you will rise,
Above your stormy gray world,
You know deep in your heart you're,
Just That Kind Of Girl.

Lookin' back through the years,
At the good and the bad,
We was really givin' it, Lord,
All that we had,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

In them West Virginia hills,
Back close to '79,
Smokin' homegrown stuff,
And sippin' dandelion wine,

And I loved you,
Oh how I loved you!

Wish I could go back,
Lord, I won't pretend,
Wish I could go back,
And do it all over again,

I was a brawny 21,
She was barely 17, Prettiest Mornin' Glory.
This mountain boy'd ever seen,


We was minin' for coal,
And diggin' ginseng,
Not a single worry,
When them churchbells rang,

We'd play all day,
Make love thru the night,
We just knew deep down,
The end was never in sight,

I got so much to say,
As I write this song,
So if you don't mind,
Please kindly follow along,

Today there's Mini Thin,
Uh rappin' them rhymes,
I tell 'ya that good 'ol boy,
Knows how to spin them times,

Way he tells his tales,
So sublime,
Gotta spin that LP baby,
Spin it one more time,

Sublimation turns,
Solid straight to gas,
Like seeing Frank Zappa,
With a backstage pass,

But I digress from,
The meaning of this song,
Makin' it too damn hard,
For you to follow along,

And I really do care,
That you get my drift,
Pie crust just ain't right,
Lessin' the flour you sift,

See I can make rhymes,
Sorta like Mini Thin,
But in a head-to-head,
That poetic hillbilly'd win,

Guess I'll end this Hillbilly Musing,
Cause it's gettin' kinda long,
And leave you to decide,
Is it a poem or a song?

All's I know it rhymes,
Darn sure easy to write,
It's what I do when,
I can't sleep at night,

Cause I loved her,
Oh how I loved her!

eagerly awaiting
eagerly anticipating

my diamond, where are you?
i need a stone, to join my throne
i need a poem to find my lass,
best i turn up the gass.
this aint no techno blast.

just need a lover, with which i can dance,
just need a dancer, don't want a fighter.
i'll give you my all, no need to ask,
just give me your love, thats all i ask...

Well my love here's the rift
that lies between
It matters not what one may dream
Nor what another may convey
You have your own perception and way

No word or thought will change
or shake your temple built upon
the foundation you lay

Many fools may wish to stay
seeking your audience in their
peculiar dismay

Hence, it only empowers you
to push them away or to choose
what you want to convey

Overall, wisdom dictates to all concerned
love without pain
is love that never learns

Perception and knowledge are two different things
for one guesses the tone of how a message rings
The other has no need to assume what is truth
for it already knows how the bird sings

Nevertheless the fool continues his path to knowledge
blundering along in his own college
Yet are not fools allowed to dream or love or feel
for anyone without being a fool?

Today, with tears he left me for the last time
Yesterday if he did, I’d have to live with unsaid goodbyes
The past more than four years went through my mind
Nit-picking all those times, finding answers to my why’s

A life lived for others who cared, maybe even loved
Life's demands and priorities tie people down
His days lived alone in his small and quiet world
Devoid of human connection, most days on his own!

Four years ago, we met and our feelings seemed mutual
A warm welcoming sight, in a short coat of warm brown
Smiled so much he drooled all over me, much to my chagrin!
Warmed up to him, I simply couldn't keep my frown!

On days I’m alone and lonely at home; he always dropped by
Caressing my legs asking why, what’s the matter now?
I’ll share with him what I have; I feel it’s always worthwhile
He’ll take what I give, he’ll ask for more then take a bow!

I wonder next time when I work in the garden or water our plants
Who’s gonna come walking around making funny sounds?
Will I see pebbles all over the driveway, will I be upset, cross?
The tears I shed today; a proof a good friend lost!

But am I sad because he’s gone forever from my life?
Or is it more guilt than sadness that’s brewing inside?
I could have done more, I could have love him more
I wore the love inside; allowed contempt to let it hide.

Still I hope this bit of nature I have built around us
Gave him moments of fun instead of just pure glum
Under the banana palms with its broad long leaves
He’s spent days of endless summer hiding from the sun

He has dug the garden beds more times than I ever had
Chasing butterflies and dragon flies all year round
Sleeping next to fragrant flowers in autumn months
Rolling on a sprays of summer colours covering the grounds

Coming home, an orchid flower trashed I'd find
A crafty mind would have thought and planned
To pick the ones with buds about to open and shine
Yet confronted, the look in his eyes says “see it’s gone?”

Feeling ignored; he never failed to make it known
He had the knack of picking my prized, favourite plants
Or making sure he gets more attention than me from my husband
He knew he deserved so much more from these hard-working hands

The silence in this home will echo in his absence.
The Love, Friendship, Company he gave without measure
Leaves a pain in my heart I don’t really understand
Bu I know, I was blessed with four years of memories to treasure!

Angels in heaven,
Angels above,
Protect the one I love.
For she is in your hands now,
Protect her from evil and hate,
Love her as I have,
Love her always as I will.

This Blue Train

tasting the sweet rain tracing down my face...
unitelligible sounds and benign utterances break the silence...
i watch the blue fog slowly move in,
penetrating each and every glance of mine eye...


the blue train slowly passes by ~
soon to chase away the distance between now and then....
acquiring rights of an assumed passenger ~
warming my feet within her cabin's frame,
passing in review before her porters and residents...I ask...

what will they see of me?

who will i let them see?

not me...

not now...

i want to ferry the passageways incognito....
empty and void is how i feel,
still warm to touch,
but too cold to feel...

like this blue train...

like this choking blue smoke...

like the blue cloak of the morning fog.

meloncholy is my mask and mood,

just now...

on this blue train.

gm sexton