Best Debility Poems
Dried by the arid soil,
Brown brush painted
Upon emerald,
Levanter of anguish
Wafts turmoil,
Breachings now herald…
Exposed foot of crimson,
Bled into crying incisions
Upon this aridity,
Fury of the earth
Kindles destruction, arsons,
The world drowns in debility…
Crimson foot,
You shalt stride a day,
Upon emerald meadows
Your pure blood shalt rear,
Your fragrance shalt endow,
Where fidelity shalt kneel down and pray…
For my country, Palestine
Beguiling placidity of luring hiss
Upon the oblivion of a venomous kiss
Like the grasping toxin of a viper’s sting
Amidst a violet lullaby the night-sky would sing,
Sable sky, O reflection of debility
Clutching the soul into peaceful futility
With your visage so pallid, and O so white
Shining above clouds ashen as the night,
Brewing darkness, dwelling with might
Tearing the sun as your opaqueness ignites
Approaching you emerge with eternal power
All orbs fade as dreams devour…
I sat under the grey shadow of the gloomy night
Raising the closed curtain of the darkest day's flight
My heart subdued the voice of my inner shrine
Wiping the droplets of tears that wet my chine
I sat dumb hiding my impotence under the downy pillow
Unable to forget your pinched face that shot a thousand bolts into the clear billow
Would you forgive me if I just said a simple sorry?
Would that perturbed darkness on your mother's face bring back my glory?
Who is to be cursed in the stillness of this direful dream?
Who is to be put at fault amidst the leftover cherries of the melting cream?
Is it the almighty for his inhuman act of snatching your ability?
Or
Is it me for driving you into the envelope of the shooting debility?
I cannot forgive my ownself for this act of mine
I'ld like to one day witness your smile enlightening the global shrine
Yeah!
Only that can give me peace
Washing away the broken pieces of my guilt
P.S. I wrote this poem as I felt broken when I couldn't convince the head of our institution from sending a child who was differently abled away from the school. He has become so close to me and he loved me so much. He was kept in the school just for one week and I used to take very good care of him. As the boy behaved differently from the rest of the children, he was sent out of the institution. I couldn't do anything about that as I was not the decision maker. I couldn't convince the management as well. No one was to be blamed there. It's the management's duty to think about the other children as well. That night I couldn't sleep and something pinched me from inside. I still am not able to forget the face of that child. He gave a deep look towards me that asked me a thousand questions for which I had no answer.
(just an
exaggeration
of
negativity
lyrically, so
dont come
scolding
me):) ;)
They
might
wish me a
'HAPPY
BIRTHDAY'
or even
'many
happy
returns
of the day
My folks
send me
gifts and
greeting
Congratulating
me
on a life
that's
fleeting?
Yeah, so I
happen to
be
pessimistic
on this at
times
who sees
life as an
hourglass
One who
sees the
glass half
empty
rather
than half
full
For I
vision
each
birthday
as a step
closer to
old age
A step
closer to
dreaded
death
Isn't it
hard to
look
forward
to going
gaga and
decrepit?
When
smooth
skin would
end
up
crumpled,
wrinkled
Thus each
birthday
to me
is a step
closer to
the end of
a
lifetime
A step
closer to
that
unwanted
guest-
senility
The
reverting
to child-
like
inability,
debility
The
dwindling
of all
agility
The age of
doddering
limbs
half in the
grave
So I'd
rather not
celebrate
the
nearing of
the time
when
we'd
playback
em' flash-
backs
and in the
mind re-
live our
life
tracks.
When
everything
would
trickle
down to
mere
memories
With
ample time
to linger
upon
life's
souvenirs.
So a
birthday is
a step
forward
but
towards
thy
graveyard
The road
to it may
be longer
or
unfortunately
may end
abruptly
in a short
cut
to heaven
or to hell
bard or no
bard!
My secret cries are my pains I hide, hidden from the world to see.
Hidden so intense my soul became debility of weakness.
My heart hinders to collapse and deflates.
Completely of decay, secretly lessen for the amounts of importance.
Shedding everyday by natural process, my cries are easier to hide.
Hidden behind my diluted mask of faulty smiles, I portray when you are around.
As I wear with grace, deceiving you with an illusion of happiness.
I die a little more inside.
A cast away of pain, a cavity is what I became.
Over dosing the quantity heartbreak, so overwhelmed my heartaches. Now begin causing the feeling of great sorrow, never wanting to see tomorrows.
My secret cries of agony, a thought to die is where my truth lies.
Memories are influencing misery, emotionally and physically.
What hides behind my smile is vulnerability.
My cries vocalize, overflowing with tears burns my insides.
My heart is a furnace that burns for cremating my flesh of lies.
Keeps me feeling, as thou I am no longer alive.
Always walking through the crowd with my head up high, fore these feelings no one will ever find.
My secret cries therefore shall die when I die.
Then there will be no longer any secret cries to hide.
Nevertheless, until the day I leave this earth, my cries shall stay buried alive.
My coat streaked in shades of brown
My home borrowed in the ground
Cheeks full with summers plunder
Winter is coming will there be enough I wonder
Nuts and seed are enough to please
For these I gather with expertise
Shucking and shelling to reveal my foils
Carefully tucking them away so not a one spoils
They say I'm a mammal small in size
I say please don't chastise
For that little debility
I make for with speed and agility
For I am Chipmunk
Not some little punk
Because this is my feeling and what i yell inside
I yell it with anger and i yell it with pride
You might not know what ones been through
But this is part of whats been true
What is there to do
I am a soldier at war with the core
Fighting for my insecurity, in my life's debility
In search for reality through my music ability
Yeah my life is somehow fake
Not even with so much at stake
For goodness sake I want to break
Because with great power comes great responsibility
In an apocalypse of ability, charisma and sensibility
Moments in life are what create a person what he is
In description falling in abyss
My life changed me completely
The point of views that i see in me
Generosity that unfolds through me
Now just pointers to these feelings
Differences that might seem like misunderstandings
Comes and goes that end up as great landings
Now lets just go back to my sentir
Forgive me not the one here to plead
Its my people that call out my story
Who call out the way I face my glory
Like the time i was crossing the border
I still get punished for my misconduct disorder
Now locked in a 5 by 11 cell
I now many don't know this
And many cant tell
But this is just a bit of whats impelling upon
To make it straight I am no criminal I am no con
Just made bad decisions in my life
Now believing in the right in the right of a second chance
I blew opportunities but lets enhance
Certain people just judge me by my stance
Don't judge me by what you glance
There is a lot more to me
Then there is the eye can see
I know no one is superior
No one is inferior
Meant to soar through the stars
not meant to be behind bars
I just know we deserve the same respect
Coming from his image so we simply just connect
I may not have achievements
But i have many goals
I Hate Poetry
I really dislike poetry
certainly and honestly do
deliberate obscurantism
damn words, don't you know
whinging exultations
agonising extremes
low language of life
love and loss themes
free verse especially
a cop out I'd suspect
debility of mind
the dearth of intellect
why even bother
you depressive waste of time
we have all loved or lost
so cease your spurious crying
speak thee in happy note
flowers and flutter bys
warming sun on warming limbs
smiles and morning skies
Bearing fatherly integrity’s good stature
My Dad, regarded with great pleasure
Ascended as clan’s patriarchal figure
Anchored upon tribal culture’s procedure.
Showing kindness and sharing his bounty
Not on his elevated platform, but from his heart’s generosity
He was sought-after for his counseling authority
As he offered gems of truth along functional practicality.
Afflicted with cardio-vascular illness
He was seen descending the staircase of health’s wellness
Yet, never did he stoop down from his helping business
While cleaving to God for His graciousness.
Midst aging pressure, he fought sickness’ pain
Clinging with faith to His Healer for strength’s gain
Surely, he struggled against medical strain
Though slain with physical debility, his spirit of courage did reign.
Beholding him descending lifeless … but triumphant*
We whom he’s touched felt gratefully jubilant
Having a tenacious leader who’s likewise a meek servant
Leaving us a legacy of how to make someone’s life radiant.
Vividly, I witnessed Dad’s physique succumb to mortality’s light
He, with joyous countenance, left his body toward heavenly flight
Coming down the stairs of his existence with noble example in sight
The Lord be praised for his decent descent of godly character might.
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
October 16, 2019
Honorable Mention, "STRAND SPECIAL..." Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 12/10/2019.
Eddy lives in the gullibility and cohesibility of a gritty city
Between assimilability civility reality and triviality
Here Eddy’s senility is merely an eligible technicality
A wink of eccentricity fragility debility futility impossibility risibility
Still under that mighty illusion of invincibility virility and viability
Invisibility’s equivalent to gentility favouring stability and incredulity
Eyes void of deceptibility infallibility predictability divisibility
Eddy is still irresistibly witty with intelligibility bordering geniality
The indelibility of his ability versus disability for agility and flexibility
Gives Eddy eligibility admissibility accessibility feasibility visibility and divisibility
Implicit credibility whimsicality spirituality frivolity and squeezability
Eddy believes there’s no margin for self-pity when you own a pretty itty bitty kitty
AP: 3rd place 2025
Submitted on March 25, 2018 to contest ALLITERATION POEM sponsored by SILENT ONE - RANKED 2ND
Indeed, there are three sides to every story
multi-faceted, alerting us against fake news-misery
thus, wisdom is needed to unravel twists and mystery
along circumspection toward seeking truth's victory!
Here am I presenting a story
along my role in child-rearing ministry
facing challenges on how to handle information-delivery
yet staying calm, though reality-check makes me feel sorry.
One decade and five years ago,
our special child was diagnosed
with infantile spasm epilepsy
along global developmental delay…
Side 1 ~~~ Perspective of the doctor:
The pediatrician with her neurology expertise
explained the CT (computed tomography) scan
result of our child’s brain --- as having an atrophy.
Then she declared this prognosis:
“Your child will progress toward retrogression.”
Side 2 ~~~ My poetic viewpoint in ABC with alliteration:
Apprehension midst anxiety agitated my angst
Baby in our life-building bosom
Calls for compassionate care due to cerebral palsy condition
Diagnosed with debility, demanding diligent duty---
Enabled with endurance for extra-effort
Fervently facing feats for faith-fueling
Guided with God by His grace and goodness
Hope-filled to help our child, we are hoisted that his
Infantile spasm epilepsy should not be ignored…
Side 3 ~~~ The Omniscient vision of the Divine Almighty:
By faith in the Sovereign Supreme Creator Who knows
perfectly what’s best, I see His miraculous power in
our child who is now 15 years old…progressing
toward milestones, midst the Lord’s provision,
with our love, prayer and trust, testifying
“With God, nothing shall be impossible.*”
Indeed, there are three sides to every story
multi-faceted, alerting us against fake news-misery
thus, wisdom is needed to unravel twists and mystery
along circumspection toward seeking truth's victory!
Here I stand today along triumphant territory
winning over unbelief, skepticism and guilt's fury
learning that the Almighty can overrule man's story
since He knows everything, and such is proven in our history!
*Luke 1:37 "For with God nothing shall be impossible."
November 29, 2024
1st place, "Three sides to every story" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Silent One; judged on 12/16/2024
unlike Reality
humans' Criminality
becoming Calamity
coz of Insanity
dealing with Duality
spread of Venality
infected Animality
vicious Brutality
Dogs are eating Dogs
gone all Fidelity
leading to Debility
in front of Neutrality
dealing in Superficiality
laughing in Hilarity
greed Whimsicality
claiming Ideality
building its Regality
under Illegality
where's the Morality?
you've lost your Originality
isn't this Inanity?
human race Fatality
tell me it's Unreality
Courage and Success
Courage is the way of success
So never let your feelings suppress
If you deserve something right
Step forward and never fright
Be confident and be polite
Whenever you step outside
Your will power will be your strength
No matter.......
If ladder of success is arduous
But it can never be hazardous
Increase your vim and velocity
Polish your dexterity
Kick the impotence
You will never face debility
Always show your intrepidity
Your will-power will be your strength
And you will become mettled one
So if you deserve something right
Then step forward and make luck bright
Go up and up and never fright
Be like a valorous for your right
Prove your prowess when needed fight
If you want successful life
Face with courage and you will rise.
Poetess S. Nadia Azam Shah Bukhari
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He whispers, "Your weakness is strong",
I reply, "You are wrong. "
He knows my vice,
And has used it against me 20 x twice.
He takes my compassion as a downfall,
When I am at my best that is when he comes to call.
He screams debility and hell,
I fight for my heart's reason and face the gale.
You will fail you feeble creature,
You'll shake and shiver and you'll never meet the Teacher.
Your vulnerability is so clear I can smell it,
I see you barely standing...your soul covered in dirt and grit.
Your soul is covered in blood and you are clothed in shame,
What's the matter, cupcake...tired of the game?
Thy frailty is my food and pleasure,
Your shortcomings I can not even measure!
He constantly yells , stomps and screams,
He is the one that haunts my dreams.
Always telling me how miserable I am and what I lack,
Assuring me that my soul is blacker than black.
But I know my own soul and how I really can be,
And if he thinks me weak that is his folly.
I know who I am... I am a Child of Light,
All I have to do is set it on bright.
For what he sees as weakness...is my saving grace,
So he can get behind me...for Jesus dwells in this place!
I once thought that someone who was heartbroken
Could run out of tears
I once thought that someone who was heartbroken
Got rid of all his fears
Words can either destroy or mend a relationship
I once thought that someone who was heartbroken
Would need a shoulder
I once thought that someone who was heartbroken
Could never find better
Hope can create miracles, even patch a dead organ
I once thought that someone who was heartbroken
Should avoid debility
I once thought that someone who was heartbroken
Was deep into melancholy
Losing someone does not mean that you have no more dignity