Best Cured Poems
Enough of this silliness, this one's more serious
What am I saying, I'm becoming delirious
Best see a doctor, got a strange kind of malady
Hope it's not going to affect my mortality
Now let's not be silly, it's just a wee glitch
Be back with the sillies, though I'm starting to twitch
What if my serious side has turned off for good
Whenever I try, I'll smell burning wood
A chill just came over my Adonis-like body
I shudder and shake and start thinking naughty
Okay I promise to try a couple more times
Not promising nuttin', from this very strange mind
Last vestiges of a smile I've tried to erase
Solemn and serious taking over my face
Are you buying my attempt to convince you I've changed
You're not buying it, still think I'm deranged?
To convince you, here's my medical report
“Cured of the sillies, but needs your support!”
© Jack Ellison 2015
“I felt that I breathed an atmosphere of sorrow.” ? Edgar Allan Poe
My heart is shattered in sadness,
Like a jigsaw with missing pieces.
I know my soul is irrevocably lost.
Oh, how I envy those
who casually forgive and forget,
and pass to pastures new.
But I am not like that.
I cannot eradicate my feeble feelings.
Like the mists of a dark clouded dawn
they linger all day long.
I shed no tears; I did not smile.
I was like a cold forlorn statue where
city doves dirty and rest.
Alas there was no rest for me.
Gloom, void and sadness
engulf me like a dark putrid lake.
She came back, tear eyed.
I could not forget that she came back.
Why did she leave?
I never abused her, never hit her,
never looked at another
for I loved only her.
And she came back.
Angry, I felt the injustice of it all.
I slammed the door on her once and forever.
Melancholy enveloped me like winter’s gloom.
Inexplicably I decided to search for her.
She was not to be found.
So why cannot I forgive myself?
Why cannot I forget her?
Why must I live forever in dark despair?
Until I saw her in a church.
Tears fell down her sweet smooth face.
I knelt down near her.
Father, forgive our trespasses
As we forgive others.
I turned her tearful face
And gave her a long kiss on her hot lips.
Lain in bed dreaming
of hallowed whispers
spoken in baritone harmony
Mind manifesting cries
in instrumental song
that sing soothing melodies
to my wailing heart
I'm held by a symphony
of falling teardrops
that dance
to a love like ballad
of drunken romance,
while hymns I pen,
and my crushed comforts
are captured
by cracked stanzas...
My poetic cure will
forever be tuned
in chords
of expletive
love
Lay
The hardships of my life
Are like a clump of maggots digging through my skin
They are deep within...
How do I inspect them? Where do I begin
When I am in profound distress and sin?
I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all illnesses
I’m defected…but yet You cleanse me from any blemishes or messes
I’m dejected…but You certainly lift up my spirits
But I’m far from being resurrected…I’m ruefully neglected
Jaded by the nightmares…striking me with discord
Like a released sheep roaming in the plains of fate
How do I encounter with my shepherd?
Are we ever going to integrate?
When I’m a lost, stray animal…trampled down by a frown,
Worn-out by my regret and knowing my demise is my royal crown
I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all diseases
I’m defected…but yet You purified me from any filth or squalidness
I’m dejected…but You certainly lift up my spirits
I’m infected…but yet You healed me from all wretches
I’m defected…but yet You cleanse me from any blemishes or messes
I’m dejected…but You certainly pumped up my heart
But, Lord I’m far from being resurrected…I’m contritely mistreated
I’m infected…but yet You dealt with all of my despair
I’m defected…but yet You cured me with blessings you address
I’m dejected…but You definitely rely on my faith that I kindly share
But I’m aching recklessly…but I’m still in progress!
The tribulations of my life
Are like a cluster of wasps, stinging me with vigor in my shin
They puncture me deep within…
How do I infect their nests? Where do I begin
When I am in profound melancholy and cave in
Tell me, Almighty Lord, why do the demons ensnare me with their curses?
They won’t break the tension…in these godforsaken verses!
We always had been well assured,
That after everything we endured;
Prayers said;
Not dead;
Are sure and certain can be cured.
Jim Horn
My mind had been active again
lately. Wonder what keeps it going
and wish I was knowing where my
future was going. Anyone have any
ideas.
Already past ten again.
Praying to God is always a pleasure;
That will be great beyond all measure;
Expressing;
Confessing;
Have loved and are sure to treasure.
There is definitely for poetry a need;
Formed for food and everyone will feed;
Found flowing;
On you growing;
Especially for those who are in need.
What could it be about all crap;
May create tremendous mishap;
Accident in making,
And breath taking;
Did end up needing a night cap.
There are things that must be addressed;
Confessed all of my poems are the best;
Titillating;
Vacillating,
And everyone with them was impressed.
Poetry is a way that you can express,
All of the issues you want to address,
And feelings exhibit;
Poor language prohibit;
Should never be designed to impress.
What about poetry can be concluded;
We never do ever want to be deluded;
Provide insight;
Did with delight;
Many emotions from us had exuded.
Last effort we did find in a ditch,
That had been avoided by the rich;
Patient never;
Not be clever;
Had sought a hitch in every glitch.
What we had done was to exhume,
Dirt and dust we found with a broom;
To and from,
We must go,
And be sure to sweep up every room.
Instead of them sleeping in a sack,
God please each soldier bring back,
With much care;
More to spare;
Not having injuries and be intact.
Behind closed doors
We constantly stroked our addictions
You got me hooked
Onto this deadly affliction
You fed my hunger
And tried to feed right back from me
You should've known it wasn't happening
I couldn't wake up
Turn off my conscience
Let my mind turn pure
Nothing but time can fix what has been lost
And it's killing me
So wake me up when I'm cured
You left me to die
When I had nothing left for you
Looking to get your fix
You ignored that I cared so much for you
With my lover now
The habit's scars are leaving a mark now
Skin to skin, my mind is breaking
I can't see the end
Turn off my conscience
Let my mind turn pure
Nothing but time can fix what has been lost
And it's killing me
So wake me up when I'm cured
Your lips so soft, your body so warm,
it hurts so much now that apart we've been torn,
for weeks for months I haven't felt your touch,
even just your hand in mine would mean so much,
so now I wait for time to pass by, oh how i wish that time would just fly,
I love you so much its almost a sin,
I can't wait for the day that our bodies, our lips, our eyes may meet again
I wake in a world of darkness
A child weeps
I search not for the child
Rather for the reason she weeps
A creature created
By darkness and fear
I will face and do battle
To rid this creature from her dreams
He is the spoiler of sweet dreams
They come in many forms
This one Is fierce and strong
I will not leave this world
Until he is gone
I awake to the light of day
I have succeeded
For I look at the smile on her sleeping face
Her dreams once again sweet
My Winter Rose dream sweet always
Her Gentle Touch That Cured His Great Ills
She graced his life and gave her very best
Erasing strife, passing every hard test
Now with his eight flying decades flown by
Death came not and he sat there asking why!
How could he live without her soft touch
He had felt great pain, but never this much
Her death had destroyed his romantic world
Into pits of hell it had his soul hurled
Each night, her love-spirit came in his dreams
He would wake alone, tears flowing in streams
Then he would beg, put me there by her side
I hate life, I am done with this hard ride
One summer night her spirit came to play
In saddest voice he begged her to stay
With bright flash, they flew to another place
To live happy, hand in hand, face to face
Robert J. Lindley, 1-13-2017
RHYME
Syllables Per Line: 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10
Total # Syllables: 160
Total # Words: 134
Had Endured and Could Be Cured
would be reassured
sickness which she had endured
did knew could be cured
This is a 5-7-5 Haiku Poem.
I must concede, I must confess
My wisdom’s from unhappiness:
The insight of the salty tear
Stings my cloudy vision clear.
I can't erase what she put me through..
Open roads lead me back to you...
To many rainy days gone by, left with
thoughts and just a sigh..
you helped me through all my tears..
a love that grows without any fears..
Cant count the ways you cleared my mind.
to turn you away would be so unkind..
Another cured broken heart..a day I can
finally start..another cured broken heart..
your love pushed those clouds apart..
Walls I put all around my heart..
Walls of pain and sorrow couldn't keep us apart..
You taught me love without a touch..a telephone
line from your heart to mine....
Enough of this silliness, this one's more serious
What am I saying, I'm becoming delirious
Best see a doctor, got a strange kind of malady
Hope it's not going to affect my mortality
Now let's not be silly, it's just a wee glitch
Be back with the sillies, though I'm starting to twitch
What if my serious side has turned off for good
Whenever I try, I'll smell burning wood
A chill just came over my Adonis-like body
I shudder and shake and start thinking naughty
Okay I promise to try a couple more times
Not promising nuttin', from this very strange mind
Last vestiges of a smile I've tried to erase
Are you buying my attempt to convince you I've changed
You're not buying it, still think I'm deranged?
To convince you, here's my medical report
“Cured of the sillies, but needs your support!”
what we have heard inferred
this was the word which occurred
reassured could be cured
(with terror endured)
(while on trip we toured)
(while attending herd)
(mentioned by a bird)
(completely absurd)
(being a numb skull)
(said by when cat purred)
What a beaut!
My mind silently, hopefully aspires,
As you made me terribly perspire,
I am now having troubles to respire.
What a healing!
As my heart cried for your uncommon love,
I was healed by the briefs of your laughs,
All along my eyes were covered with sloughs.
What a beauty!
My eyes instantly exclaimed,
Mine surely one of the many acclaims,
Going, by what your gestures proclaimed.
What a feeling!
As you made your love available for me to trust,
You instantly cured me of my past lusts,
Your love would have been the most painful I lost.