The Black Cat
Not too long ago (the lifespan of flies)
she had an all black coat that was now
all grey, and her effulgent green eyes
were very dull brown now.
In front of the wall
mirror named Paul,
she was filled with appal
by her centenarian looks. 'I should end it all!'
Instead, she rammed her reflection
in her great abjection.
She hurt her head and her eye.
She began to cry.
Suddenly ....
there was a beautiful black cat with no grey
and no paling beside her in
the mirror waving Hey.
Too jealous of the award-winner,
she rammed the nonsinner
She rammed so hard the mirror blew apart.
Then she felt so dizzy she passed out on a half-eaten tart.
In her all-night
dream at night
she was waving blissfully to the
cheering crowd on the
tombstone Halloween float covered in light
and shadow (quite the fright!),
a float she was booked to appear on that night.
The bauble caught my reflection
Upon closer inspection
Face all distorted
I must get this sorted
Poured a beer in self abjection
Not that I desire to most of time
Though communicating is not a crime,
Try to be normal and share different things
Though much of the time ignorance brings…
More talking…
Hence I repeat much I say
For others not me;
All for only just they.
Then once again feel quite snubbed and
Guilty if others bugged
Leaving me and go on walking
Just because I did some talking.
Pursue and share for mere connection
Resulting in alien abjection,
I silence with my very last bow...
They all start to talk to me now.
Losing Paris
The village has been enveloped by fog for days.
The world is shrinking; all I see is our apartment.
And the misery of prisoners of the pandemic.
We are sinking into abjection, and we can´t run.
Do you remember Paris ten years ago, she says?
Well, vaguely I murmured, then she told me of us
travelling there on a bus that took forever.
She had visited family and friend, visited her
brother grave and enjoyed herself.
I had read poetry at a venue and met with silence.
I had gone to a theatre showing a modern play
falling asleep drunk and farting loudly.
I walked the streets, drank in a bar told an arrogant
waiter to off; thrown out.
God, I hated Paris it, was not like meeting Hemingway.
I was 80 years too late.
In the morning I was ill, had to go to a hospital
they stuck a tube up my so I could pee, and now
I sat in the kitchen agreeing with my wife it had been
a great trip; it had been an accumulation of misery
caused by myself, you see, I couldn’t find
the Paris of my dreams
The destroyer
We know the world has gone mad a chicken takes care of a puppy
while we drop bombs on children in Yemen
In Gaza, they celebrate Christmas with a rocket display from Israel.
we know there has been a turnaround we were afraid if Gestapo
while the Israeli are in full flow creating a new holocaust but of course
they will say they have the right to defend themselves
Hezbollah is bombed and shot at they are not shooting back for now
they will wait until Israel sink into abjection and the world will open
Its eyes and see what the murderous thugs have done.
And then it is time for Israel to drop the nuclear bomb the will
destroy themselves and all the evil they in a short time have created.
Omnium-Gatherum
By Tom
8/9/2019
Omnium-Gatherum is merely a collection,
Of persons, or sometimes, motley things.
At times others presence causes me abjection,
And variety rarely makes me, feel like kings.
I enjoy others, but generally from a distance,
And give few invitations into my personal space.
Sometimes they’ve crept in, through insistence,
But they’re never allowed, my tenets, to debase.
She stares into the misty morning shadow;
a crimson sky just breaking the distant shore.
Once an endless tempest of doubt she'd grow;
His grace no longer forgotten; her faith He'd restore.
Each yesterday devoid of any compassion.
Her dreams are filled with tenderness and affection
but she knew not love of any depth or fashion.
The harvest of her spirit reaped only abjection
Now she smiles as the coming sun greets the shore
The pain of yesterday but a fading reflection
In her heart she will hold His grace forevermore
No longer in shadow but wrapped in His protection
Her dreams are filled with tenderness and affection
His grace no longer forgotten; her faith He'd restore
No longer in shadow but wrapped in His protection
Now she smiles as the coming Son greets the shore
04/07/2018
Given words:
Crimson, forgotten, grace, harvest
misty, shadow, shore, tempest, yesterday
Autumn’s but a memory as of late;
an early morning shiver fills the air;
the late summer blooms have all met their fate,
and birds have headed south to weather fair.
The country side is colored umber brown;
the shortened days ever dreary and bleak.
The winter cold driving my spirits down,
and my body for warm shelter does seek.
Snow is falling like feathers from the sky;
covering earth with a blanket of white.
Late afternoon giving up with a sigh,
and I am dreading this cold winter’s night.
Dreich times lead to my spirits abjection,
and leaves longing for life’s resurrection.
I live life completely lost
Taking every step with fingers crossed
No matter where I look, there is no exit
I need to find my way, my soul begs it
Others live life with direction
I live mine in utter abjection
Every door I find is shut
Others’ lives are so clear cut
My life is being stuck in a maze
With my eyes covered in blackest haze
The walls are all deepest black
And I’m dizzy, so I keep turning back
I need to find my way, my soul begs it
No matter where I look, there is no exit
Taking every step with fingers crossed
I live life completely lost
Depression, a session of confession.
Depression a state where are bodies make up lies to make us cry wine slowly die on the inside.
Depression a time of abjection, a cage for emotion stopping any of are feelings commotion.
Depression comes when sadness has overcome.
Depression comes when are bodies shun us its done with us.
When sadness has overcome it has won putting happiness in a stun depession comes.
Disaffection Contemptible
Inaction
Always disappointing
A life filled with abjection
A bitterness following
A black clouded – sadness – infliction
Running in retrogress run from her apathy
False heartedness filled with antipathy
Praying for death
in my godless ministry
Suffering so ruthless
Without any sympathy
Without you I'm useless
Opprobrious eyes demand I abscond
For she's a shell
that is now loveless
Now selfish
now dies
Her hand is now gone
In my hands now I cry.
Abjection
Abjection
People even those of the same race and color can never agree on most anything
at all and that is even to the exclusion of the law and privileges
Afforded unto all we need to make abjection
An addition if you will an order of peace to go
A kamikaze inheritance of the failing mass destruction the A bomb and now they
have a H bomb and mabe they will get a M bomb too
M is for negatron the every many H bomb and clusters of them permeate the
atmosphere of Venus our sister the planet is destroyed like Sodom and
Gomorrah and the planet still revolves around the sun and everyone still gazes
and has fun.
When the orbital velocity of Earth far exceeds the sun than Venus and even MARS
could come undone.
Eye make my new abjection please do not destroy the earth with radiation the
SKY will do a come apart and then the DAY will come the LORD is JESUS
everyone and on THAT day eye want to be a baby sheep and not a ramification of
murder want.
A reconditioned lamb and not a GIANT made of stone. A pause in the plan of
GOD. Abjection overruled.
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