Spring’s Abysmal Guile
By Sy Roth
A vapor rises, rank as the charnel pit,
a corruption of a miasma vast,
as though some sepulcher, long sealed,
split its stony jaws to breathe.
Vile exhalation of a corrupted world.
The reveler, unwitting wretch
treads the decadent fields where verdure writhes,
each blade a hostile tendril, squamous, cold,
glistening with ichor
No earthly fount its progenitor.
He deems the shade of evil vanquished,
trampled beneath his hobnailed boot.
The soil heaves with malefic will,
its roots, like veins of some primordial fiend,
pulses with a rankness older than the stars,
a stench that whispers of aeons lost.
Spring cloaks itself in verdant pall,
no bloom, but scales of a vast, unuttered thing,
its thorns a raven’s beak, evermore to rend, to sow, to bespoil.
He quaffs the tainted zephyr,
proclaiming triumph over a gloaming moon,
Swept in the season’s unseen talons,
fathomless ennui
creeps through his sinews,
entombing his soul in an abysmal cleft unshriven.
Categories:
abysmal, anger, angst,
Form: Free verse
The terrible misfortune of one wretched lonesome
Poetic soul in an emotional life who travels helplessly
down a long tunnel with no ending in sight
Passing by the familiar face of abysmal darkness
Who speaks gently to me of eternal nothingness.
Tormenting my profound emptiness, a heaviness
That heaves me down to the bottom.
Of the deep-sea floor like a longtime anchor of lead
with No boundless hope no glimmer of visible light
no one to passionately love no hand to gently hold
No sensuous lips to merely kiss only loneliness
Categories:
abysmal, conflict, depression, fate, feelings,
Form: Free verse
One dip into your eyes
And my itches get soothed
Just one dip
And I realize that in your depth,
Lies my anchorage!
Since when has one mere little dip
Been enough?
I shall thirst for more
And I shall grip you,
Claw at you,
So that your heart turns into an abyss
Into which I shall jump
Merely
To lose myself
From the drylands that I have been
Rooted on since the day I birthed!
Categories:
abysmal, love,
Form: Free verse
Slay me now, and take a solemn vow,
Men can't say I might have died this way,
Thrust me through, and make it strong and true.
I'm a wreck, but long live the king Abimelech.
Categories:
abysmal, bible,
Form: Rhyme
Operating on egos, heavy trust excavator
Temptress trampled tendons, smooth massuese
Promised loyalty, gushing hasty behaviour
Brought men false hope of frail soul's spruce
In her rancid blood, infused through bone
Methods to tease displayed glitter gleam genuine
Blinded sociable victims, feelings on loan
Passed true hearts to her raw to be grilled in pain
Phillippa's diction wrapped wholly in self progess
Dripping honey hands rubbed despondent
Caused fragile faith to cluster beneath her caress
Pleased moans drown clandestine wanton
Balmy endearment seeped from lascivious tongue
Money fled cheerfully from them as echoes
Sweet sway, her silky serenade, systematically sung
Stifled sage judges amidst ravenous shadows
2020
6th December
- sickness caresser -
Written for Contest 'Faith Healer'
Sponsor:
Kai Michael Neumann
Categories:
abysmal, anti bullying, betrayal, desire,
Form: Rhyme
Black abysmal below now waits
Sifting the nuisance, traits of hate
Grave is the door, stairs mold from dirt,
The demon slinging scythe for work,
Face upon face laughing at fate
Perverse ill be, for you to sate
Tempting inside, tempting this mate,
For now we lay nude upon earth
Into the black abysmal below
Heart in hand we shall migrate,
No rush, yes we can be late
Last ecstasy, last for a first
Enjoying time given for mirth,
Now lets travel keeping this date
Into the black abysmal below.
(2017)
Categories:
abysmal, dark, deep, fate, life,
Form: Rondeau
The air about my emptiness is so thick,
So fluid,
That the deepest of breaths leaves me choking,
Drowning on nothing,
Gasping for clean air,
But my world is too rotten,
There is nothing left that is pure,
Nothing left that is clean,
In the hallows of my hollowness,
The echoes bounce back at themselves,
Until the letters are left jumbled on the dirt,
Like the countless units in my mind,
Counting,
Always counting,
These are not seeds,
They will not grow,
But this lonely air will,
Fogging all but my thought,
Alone to dwell in,
Loudest here at night,
Though it takes only a whisper to send me spiraling,
Among abyss and voids,
Places I know well,
Almost like home,
There’s no place like home,
Because there is nothing at all.
Categories:
abysmal, introspection,
Form: Free verse
You are my idol, epitome of my life.
I treasure thy memories,buried deep in my heart.
I cherish that warmth as a toddler,
When on your chest I slept .
I miss your fingers caressing my hair, as I wept.
I admire that hug as I excelled in exams,
I miss your temper as I annoyed you with my pals.
I adore those moments when we shared ideas on
humanity, education, nation and politics,
I miss those times when we celebrated
days and events.
I felt dejected as u relinquish life,
Tears go dry in abysmal sorrow,
Now as I recapture in retrospection,
I have nothing but to embrace your memories............
You are my sole inspiration,
I miss you deeply, dad !!!!
Written on
In loving memory of my father,
and dedicated to him
Now for contest- Father's Day
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
Categories:
abysmal, sorrow,
Form: Prose
but though you don't know
I betrayed you, down I go
abysmally low.
Categories:
abysmal, introspection, people, sorry,
Form: Senryu