CLIMATE BEGS ON US!
Hearing nature groaning
In wild fires yawning
With storms mourn roaring
And mother’s arms opening
To consume self painfully panting
Through landslides and floods washing
When her rich children nesting
On the porches and coaches
Made from mother’s beauty stitches
Debating bills that owe them ravages
I wonder who hears mum’ anguishes
Empathetically and concerning
Perhaps the unspoken offsprings
Dwell upon heat waves wailing
Or innocent ones being scorched
Into ashes and those wilting
Unless those ones thirst to death squinting
But not us, speaking beings.
In that place close to my heart where my soul rests like a white dove ,
I keep you .
I remember the embraces that were honest ,
And my heart soaring with something very similar to love.
A sweet passion all involved in color blue ,
Hard not to remember those scant good moments .
The anguishes shared , when we had no clue
about this life relentless in its destiny .
The locked door, the black stained window…
I remember your arms embracing me
lulling me to sleep, my own weeping willow.
Your branches extended and a terrycloth melody ,
absorbing the tears I dropped in our pillow.
Never mind the changes propelled by time
and even though not all your actions are good memories…
Our journey was the task that you never resigned,
together hand in hand confronted all our enemies .
Abyssal, abysmal, profound,
superficial, light, evident,
your eyes change color...
Cracks, gaps, ruptures,
labyrinths, anguishes, throat
your eyes confine my desires...
Precipices, cliffs, gullies
schisms, contractions, insights
your eyes sometimes interact...
Lovers, flirts, friends,
I forgive all this because
I love your eyes
and you... !
At winter end
comes the time of lilac
pubescent shoots tipped light green
budding up and down each branch,
young growth stretching, flexing new muscles
ready and anxious to answer the call;
a gentle but large white sun
hangs low in the gray blued sky,
spring comes as it often does
every year around this time
softly waking earth
shaking loose the ice-cold winter drab
until all is new again
reborn to grow and blossom;
only time, weathered and season worn
anguishes to leave some mark;
this aging earth draws from creation itself
imagining its restart from memory
as humanity appears to remain
self-absorbed, hard-hearted and indulgent
until living in oblivion
returns to see taking in the time of lilacs,
natures bounty and beauty recharged.
Dormant eyes that never sleep only find their way to weep,
A broken heart on the mend upon silent solitudes that extend…
My gentle soul enslaved in exile as tears deluge my fragile smile,
Abandoned oblivions in their wake absorbing sorrows in their ache.
Lachrymal lashes that deeply burn loves desires that spritely spurn,
Black veil bride within her mourn reaching out in her selfish scorn…
Amidst the white never black yet the darkened clouds will attack,
Inoculant anguishes of the abyss as for loves embraces are amiss…
Words from the wishing well spewing verses to break the spell,
Dormant eyes soon shall see approaching the moment to be free.
Sept.27.2019
Story of my life in ten lines
Sponsored by: Silent One
Music excerpt from Tool
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Song~Invincible
With Female Virtual Voice
Placed 2'nd...Thank You
Hate is thys strongest endeavor,
And you have your greatest hold
On my essence,
Keeping me in the darkness of
This abyss and eternal
Darkness,
Recession,
Destroying,
Ravaging,
And scorching,
My mind,
Body,
Even my soul,
You left me your victim
Leaving an unescapable dismay
And displeasure upon me.
For you are the unwanted
Obscurity in the somberness
Of my chronicle
Of my endeavoring agony
And anguishes,
That I've come to fathom.
My everlasting desolate malice
And vexation
Will forever be upon you.
The moon was on its wane
Men enjoying killing animals in sport
Gallery floated by nymphs
Followed by princess and her mates
Hitherto hope sustained,
Anguishes over ruled,
Staggered by sickening quality
Merely were they impeded by malign?
What instinctively I loathed is futility
Wondered, foul villainy will rein?
I dreaded rather a dark pit vaguely
The archenemy of the delicate ones was creeping on apace
Already the suppressed mob had begun
To learn anew, one old repeated lesson
Becoming reacquainted with fear still be seen
I clearly could see the prince of Athena wins
While all remained busy with excitement,
It floated into my mind once again
Is it just stirring up in vain?
As it were by the current of my meditations?
Hypothesis on aristocracy continues,
Mockery on upper class sustains……..
This life of toil and sweat breaks my body
The thought of having to sustain pain anguishes my heart
Looking for love in the wrong place shows that am lost
When will the day come? Have to be hopeful
Atleast I know that I still have to fulfill my destiny
The distance I cover with my friends are short
Yet the distance between me and my star are light years
Don't let the burden break my backbone
We've got a headteacher running away from the media
They told me corruption can be conquered
Yet it's changing her color as a chameleon
As I close my eyes hope this message would be delivered
Each day is a blessing and a curse at the same time
Life is taken and another is given to the Earth
Is this how Mother nature maintains existence?
It's a pity that all animals are honest except for human beings
Looking to live above the dollar yet I can't get the dola at the end of the day
They say beauty before age yet the money comes first
Close your eyes as things get harder and make a wish to your star
When you feel your at the dark end., look up and you'll the stars
They blink towards you to give you hope to make it through the night
Death
I welcome death with opened arms.
Not because I want to end my life,
for life is a precious gift of God, but
for the release, of my outer shell and
the release of all life's anguishes and
turmoil.
Many fear death - for it's the end of life.
I believe that it's just the beginning. Death
is not to be feared, but respected. Don't
ever fear what is to be expected.
We are granted two things, a life to live
and die for and a new life in the kingdom
of God...
04/04/2014
Written by Gina Montalbo
Note: This is my first poem
I hope you enjoy it.
Passing by the cemetery on the roadside
To attend to usual schedules once awhile
I feel the futility of our woeful existence
And become jealous of the departed souls.
Having suffered untold agonies, when alive
With no shoulder to help ease the anguishes
And no succour coming from acquaintances,
Now rest peacefully, without any bitterness.
Free from turmoil and unpleasant memories
With all bodily ailments no more perturbing
And the disappointments no more bothering
They lie gently undisturbed in peace, lasting.
The so called triumphs or appalling failures
No more count in the ultimate resting place
The comforts and the vainglorious luxuries
Become trivial in the lofty calm of a cellar.
Away from strife and agonizing acrimony
That was part of their tempestuous living
With peace which passeth understanding
Rest quietly, in never-ending tranquility.
Was in a voice that I found God
In a kind tone that I found odd
Carried on the whispering wind
Speaking beautifully in the end
Was in a tome, I read downtrodden
Was in a voice that I found God
Hidden yet open amongst the pages
Full of his truth and unearthly graces
Ruled by dialects and languages
Enslaving all our human anguishes
Was in a voice that I found God
A preacher humbled me with but a nod
Tempests sway, swirl round the tower
Babel's peak speaking volumes an hour
Here, speaking naturally, this is why
It was in a voice that I found god
I MISS YOU
I felt someone could take your place
Could kiss me lovingly
Could warm me up in their embrace
I was wrong…
I am wrong…
The feeling for you is still very strong.
I hurt and wounded you badly
What anguishes me most is that I know most sadly…
That you will not accept me back because
I’m used, I’m lost, and I’m worn
And the heart inside me is torn.
But if ever you feel you need my loving,
I’ll be waiting for you dear; I’ll be waiting and wanting
To be back in yours arms again
To feel secure and wanted again
I’m so sorry I hurt you dear love...
I miss you.
As a child she watched the sky
and saw the dreams of wind.
She listens now to the trees.
While reading the sea
She heard the songs of
waves gathering there.
She is enamored by
the dance that fire makes
returning light from ash.
She lay on the ground
and embraced the deep
longing ache to become.
She is imminence, she
made this place under
Moon and under Sun.
Bracing, she is
ready for the anguishes,
the blood and the Holy transfiguration!
In infinite darkness
an ancient ache cried out
from which came many tears
and so they became
lights in the firmament;
Stars in the night!
From Darkness comes light
and of the deeper,
allured to those Dreams
a loneliness is cast
to the edge of forever
in longing swells.
There is nothing left to burn
when infernal anguishes sputter;
the Stars are falling!
---
With Darkness comes light
from the longing of the night ...
We echo each other like Souls as one,
between the watery Moon and the fiery Sun,
a Love ascends us to mutual bliss,
in ecstasies longing where lips cannot kiss ...
You are a Starry light in this Firmament
to which I wish upon your Star
for the writings and words like thee,
to bring forth happiness over misery ...
In the Darkest of Nights
where you swell with a Heart of Love,
Your tears are like the Starry lights
that were shed from up above!
Your tears are an instrument of Love,
as Stars are the tears of night!
The waking causer
anguishes my the meat
that is ,
could be the unknown called .
Flourished I ,
in my the last dreams
where and there
were I
under the oath
of love called the mendicant .
Wish I
could be beheaded
before ,
stepping on the it called you.
Had I known it
would I have been ,
the “I” again
the who traced of course,
to the dust of the inevitable must …
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