Bereft Poems

Bereft Sherriff with Big Tarriff Horn Haiku

here came the sheriff
with would bring a big tariff
having been bereft

Beyond Bereft

If you go to my neighborhood thrift shop,
You just might come across
Five ice cream sundae dishes
And two mugs; if not, your loss.

See, I’m very slowly sweeping
Things that I don’t use away,
Though I often must remind myself
Why items needn’t stay.

In L.A.’s recent fires,
People found out in a flash
That they had to leave; their homes
And all their

Bereft And Begone

Like squeezing and gripping
a handful of sand
Your love dropped through
the crevices unrhymed

Defining our feelings
with each orphaned word
Lost in the random
—abandon of time

(Dreamsleep: December, 2024) 

Of Those Bereft of Lullabies

                                    God hears the broken

               

Never to be Forgotten

To some, it’s a lifetime ago,
To some, it still feels like yesterday,
To some, it was before their time,
But it will be remembered come what may. 
Regardless of the time that passes,
The memory of that day remains,
The heinous act, the devastation,
The tragedy, the pain. 
On this day, twenty three years ago,
Innocent lives were cruelly lost,
Hearts broken,

Bereft

Subdued and alone
nose to the lightness of air
becoming a part of the source
of this tranquil splendor 
inhaling the breezes of long rolling tides
nibbling at a golden shore

I have sheltered my sorrow in the layers of myself
leaving my earthly connection
escaping in stoic stares at an empty distance 
that loses its definition transformed
into a beautiful nothingness

The weight

Final Words of a Bereft Poet

If I could no longer write poetry, I'd have no need of hands, 
nor eyes weary from weeping, a heart that lies broken, 
and a soul dead from mourning.       ~ by poet


I heard the faint echoes of scurrilous snarls, 
from my guilty conscience as it spoke.
Contemptible remarks rightly aimed

Bereft

      In a roaring ocean of grief, she plunged in.
     A widow, she's a hodgepodge of emotions;
      Caged all alone in melancholy's dungeon.
Day in, day out she's going through the motions.
         Bereft, her

Sigh Bereft of Tune

Written: January 20, 2024
                   ___________________________________

Weary of heartfelt kindness,
on rugged slopes,
Charming and brilliant,
will fall back into darkness.
Yet they suit rose and oak,
I survive,
Mates and minds meet on Earth,
Mingle with subdued dust,
Few opinions or facts,
Slurries, or rules, are vestiges,
yet

Making Sense of It All

Please help me in my confusion 
Come to my rescue 

Do not leave me sitting all alone
On this lonely beach of abandonment 

Help me my brothers
Help me  my compatriots

Help me you all men of good will
To make a modicum of sense

From all disconcerting confusion around me
My country has become an enigma

Difficult to fathom and

Bereft

Like the wind on my cheek,
Life passes me by,
Unlike my pain,
That wants me to die.

Grey skies turn blue,
The winds pick up,
It's life again,
Waiting to be nuged.

My candle flickers,
In the dark I sit still,
I see the soft light,
On my windowsill.

The morning is near,
There's winds blowing in,
I think I'll let them,
Caress my cheek again.

Ode To Sleep

AN ODE TO SLEEP.

Bereft asleep,baby born lights dim
The skies in space;twinkling bright a beam
Firmaments afar settling wide a gleam
Take care to sleep heav'nly realms as mile
Take guard thee guardians. Till the dawn arise
For I'll wake and shine in morn inclined.

Love Bereft

Love bereft, cold heart and clenched fist
Yes, they walk among us
Oblivious to the bliss mist
Their ghoulish ways nonplus

Give them love and move on
They’ll again be reborn
Hopefully, ego shorn

Nothing left
Love bereft

04-May-2022
Quietus 

Beyond Bereft

The moon, huge ball above that shines a golden hue,
seems a sign auspicious - but oh, that is not true!
Trenchant words you spilled; my heart is cleft.

I’ve wept (beyond bereft)
now you’ve left.

Dear, can’t you recall
how we’d thought our love would grow?
Your touch would enthrall
me through long days; moon’s warm glow -
Where did summer’s solstice go?

How

Bereft and Bereaved

In loving memory the saga goes,
or so they say when feint reminder culls a piercing interlude.
Remnant of an unfinished sentence,
broken shadow haunt awash with grief,
snapshot at the edge of a well.
Parachute of blinding insight on queue or on song,
paper mache angel deep within.
Verses, scrolls, smudges from that pink enamel claw,
whose back fold clip appearance left

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