Best Despairingly Poems

Broken hearts
begged light to brighten broken hearts,
the frozen and forlorn
beckoned despairingly for warmth, solace,
and begging was answered, at last.
Unforgiving and radiant
he always came back
from behind mournful cover
at some place and time, unexpected,
to caress the land, or devour it.
Scorched and fevered
seekers lined the sands,
the sands baked,...

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All she wanted was love, but he
forgot the dreamy days of yore.
Gone were those sweet caresses,
Gone were the walks hand in hand,
Gone was any passionate lovemaking.
All sentiment evaporated into bank accounts,
and soon he found others interested
in spending his hard-earned money.
 
She stayed at home, sad,...

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"melliflous birds are still cooing in the forest of my amber dreams " (by poet)



a gift from my father - on the first day of college,
"Golden Treasury"...A book of poetry...
the first poem I read... "She Walks In Beauty".
I carried that book throughout my life, even...

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I have danced while music played,
and smiled, although despairingly,
through tears at smiles not meant for me.
Both soft eyes, though brown and drab,
have strived to glitter, with scant success,
as others shone bright, reflecting light
beneath their lashes, lush and long.
While I lurched in crazy drunken spirals,
others, precise,...

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Free At Last

How I wish one day just wake up to lie down under the rain
In the dessert, watch an apparition of water and discover 
a fountain where I can approach wet my dry lips imagine 
the unimaginable a harvest in the desert that would...

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In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in Thought Experiments
about what would my optimal Eden Paradise.
restoring peace and justice across Earth
look like,
feel like,
smell like,
sound like?

And how are these
a...

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Gazing into a clear lake pool . . . 
I saw a reflection of my life before me.

The gaze and what I saw depicted . . . 
A progression of past life experiences.

I savored the funny and kind moments . . .
Looked despairingly on the...

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Darkest night and longest hours:
Hours to labor and
Hours to trip in the primitive ooze of repetition
Hours to catch up or trade for spare minutes,
Hours with eyes only half aware
Of life and its warnings,
Lifeless and blissless hours of emptiness,
Hours that never end,
Hours of yawning and stale...

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THE CRYSTAL PALACE


The gods awoke, as they occasionally do,                 
and found Fred Cross in multitudes, alone.           
Unconsciously aware of...

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I said to my son,
He said back to me,
To be honest with us,
I'm worried

We want to be happy
while bypassing disciplines of left-brain healthy
is not too right-brain cooperatively sappy.

But, after my ancient lifetime of trying
directly for prosperous happy
that may or may not lead to left-brain healthy,
that...

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Deliberation about courting death rooted
throughout mine psyche fueling sinister chortle
at least since bout with anorexia nervosa,
but... maybe ginned blood,
sans umbilical cord transfused in utero aortal,

though long since recovered, the intractable,
haunting specter, sans grim reaper
intertwining within every fiber of this mortal
rooted, grounded deep, and branched out
into...

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Far off bathed in hazy blue light,
Reaching and hugging clouds real tight.
A soft and peaceful landscape scene
How romantic it all would seem.

Sunlight casting patches on your back,
The eye follows a meandering track.
Snowy dust glitter down one side,
As cloud shadows drift and glide.

But when I draw...

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So these bruises you left still linger here, confused and bitter, hovering fear, trusting sincerity whispered in my ear.

But it’s me that believed truths that were lies, the painted picture of an imaginary life, insinuations of darkness changed to light.

When will I ever know what...

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As I stared despairingly at the transom,
my daughter declared, as she gave a smile winsome:

“I wouldn’t stand for such a name, if I were Janell!
It’d be okay of course, if Janell refers to the vessel…”

Captain disdain abounds in fields chock-full of chauvinism
A female pursuing a...

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We are sullenly mourning
For security from the demoralizing night
I am despairingly probing
For mercy to carry us back to our divine flight

We are all wishing for infinite freedom
We are all seeking for an abundant kingdom

If we are living in pure happiness, why are we so emotional...

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