Best Dim Poems
In the dim light seen
The trees show a theme
A tree of a human
With a high forehead
With a long nose
Fingertips to his lip
Saying be quiet
I'm trying to sleep
Raindrops on the windowpane
Many raindrops spread out
From the window to the ground
Raindrops from the sky
This is seen from the lamp post
Raindrops from the sky
Shining in the dim light
In the evening night
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Oh sweet the forest path where I always meet tranquility,
Thoughts of peace that mingle with the sky above me;
A king has created a forest circle, a ring so calm,
An earthly realm, so heavenly and full of divinity and sanctity.
I draw out my muse and ponder in awe my life,
A princess born my parents tell me, now ageless is my spirit;
Roses red stab my fingers and I have bled into the earth,
And we the children of the world are free to find a path.
With him, the king and with prayers, soft, dim and whispered.
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February 1, 2015
Poetry/Verse/Prayers Soft, Dim And Whispered
Copyright Protected, ID 02-637-480-01
All Rights Reserved, 2015, Constance La France
I’ve no real thoughts on
cellular reality
so I google it
on the internet
cellular reality
leads to John Goodsir
reading what I can
about John Goodsir’s theory
I cannot grasp it
I’m a dim light bulb
when it comes to this subject
I should just discuss cell phones
unfortunately
neither do I understand
my own small cell phone
I recall one thing -
that on a daily basis
we are losing cells
one more thing I know -
the sun can burn my skin cells. . .
that’s reality!
For the Senryu on Cellular Reality Contest
the night
plays its tune
and we experience darkness
But then a dim glow in the
distance
reaches our eyes
What are we to make of this vision?
Does it mean we will
we will be released from the zombie grip
we have known?
We walk towards the dim light
with faltering steps
The night doesn't seem so
cold now
the glow of a lantern
warms us
Every dark night
comes to and end
Look towards the light!
However dim it may seem
You will be guided home
at long last
I sit quietly, while I belittle a storm
That’s been brewing for some time.
It crashes in a drunken rage,
And mellows out into the softening wind
That is the next day.
Shortly hereafter
It begins anew.
A fresh theater,
And a fresh view.
Feels good to end each day,
In the light of a drunken haze.
A storm brews on the horizon,
Fresh, and oh so new;
Beautiful neglect, yet…
I love it oh so true.
Chaos and disorder rings in new,
A sown hatred I drew
Oh no, what to do?
Don’t care or give a ****,
“Stop your crying you *****…
You’re making me sick.
Calm down and take a sip,
And puff a little on this.”
Undereducated and too true;
So weak, and oh so new.
Too young and too stupid…
I pity you.
Toughen up and get through;
Its life, it’s here to wear on you,
Not cuddle and be a fool.
Now listen here,
A shot and some weed to make it true;
Vindictive and shortly rude,
Mixed apathy… I forget you.
Driven white lines chopped and hewed;
A little coke to go with this brew.
It’s part of the fun…
You followed through.”
Each day a storm brews,
Cold and mellow;
Yet it’s made to do.
I live with it,
And I love it.
Messing with dangerous memories,
Blacked out and confused…
Just grab the bottle
And follow through.
You learn to live,
Than learn to lose.
You find religion;
Or some drug use.
Drown in sorrow,
Than get numb on due.
Shaded light that is the dawning flow;
But you see and just won’t go.
I love the end of everyday;
The dimming blue,
Found in my drunken haze.
Nocturnal nerds now Priests of Power
Crank out the code grim and dour
Grimace and groan, grind it like stone
O, you miserable dim ones and zeroes
Bite your nails and pull out your hair
Finish that program ere the sun can stare
At your flushed cheeks and ghastly complexion
At the look on your face of utter dejection
Pop some speed, another amphetamine
Tap out binary digits, massage that machine
Pent up in your cubicle tight as a knot
The screen bristling with tension, electronic rot
Your brain's slowing down, your mind's in a fog
Your heart pounds ever-louder as onward you slog
Curse your damn curser and slam down your mouse
Your soul fairly screams: "Get out of this house!"
You come up for air and you shrink from the light
The daytime for you feels like darkness and blight
Back to your dungeon, where digits are heroes
Back to your miserable dim ones and zeroes
Submitted for "All Dim Ones and Zeros - Programming Contest"
Sponsor: Brahn Bailey
1. Jesus’ birth, life and death is not stardust;
He rose back to life bringing hope and trust.
Following Him brings peace as we repent
from our sins to find joy and contentment.
Searching God’s Word reaps salvation's result,
and makes praying to Him not difficult.
God never slumbers, He’s ever awake
He’s list’ning always, at night, at daybreak.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
2. What will be, will be, praise God, Almighty,
He redeemed us, with His will we agree.
When the darkness dims within the dark sky
we gaze at the Light and watch the sparks fly.
As His bless-ed Light shines bright and steadfast
the darkness of Satan just will not last.
God’s with us, do not fear what man can do;
never doubt that Jesus will see us through.
CHORUS: Sing to the Lord, He does glorious things;
Sing praises, He will attune our heartstrings.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Dark energy spreads ink across the universe,
As the wheels spin poets' necromantic verse,
and trumpeting angels’ mighty blasts rehearse.
The baneful sonnets doom driven by tragic,
dripping scarlet liquid fated by black magic.
Disk dim damning polemics prosing perverse.
Through autumn light
Untamed mountain stream
Rolls, rushes, murmurs, rolls
"When love fades into the depth of night, stars lose the glimmer of their light."
Poet's quote.
A star riddled sky recurs in beautiful dreams
We danced and whispered tender words of love
Only Orion overheard
Oh, starry, starry night
how wistful I am when I gaze upon you now
my heart yearning for him and for my loss
Weeping in restless sleep; upon my bed I toss
wishing on a distant star that somehow
within my dreams I could take flight
with wings of a songbird
then I would croon lyrics of mourning, like a dove
amid the gleam of starlight and moonbeams
But dreams become tattered, ripped open at the seams
No longer do I wish on stars above
My heart refuses to be stirred
by romance and moonlight
for it remembers a love and the whispered vow
Stars have dulled and dimmed; faded is their gloss
January 2, 2021 ~ A Little Memory
Constance La France's invented Form Contest
A red rose
on the page
of my age
imitating the dance
of morning wind, as it ripples
my spirits in waiting
Smell the breath
of youth and pass it unto her
the light of time
for when yours dim
you shall enjoy hers, glowing
on a sun-kissed stone
Carve love that you’ve never tried
freeing it, from the pocket of your thoughts
on this red rose, longing for a grasp
‘Tis alone wish
of a lonely heart
and if the wind can hear it...
why can’t you?
A veteran of World War Two sat by his hearth thinking back on the war.
Through dim and misty eyes he recalled his buddies and the horrible gore.
He wondered why he survived to come home when others forfeited life,
In The Battle of the Bulge where he was a rifleman midst that brutal strife.
He recalled too many nights shivering in his foxhole with freezing feet,
Trying to keep awake guarding his post in the blinding snow and sleet.
From afar could be heard thundering cannon that was aimed his way.
"Lord", he prayed "please let me survive this night to live another day!"
He recalled being scantily clothed - hot coffee and food was very rare.
He damned those in the rear for his plight who didn't seem to care.
On Christmas Day those in the rear dined on turkey with lots to spare.
For Christmas dinner he and his buddies ate C-rations for holiday fare.
His eyes misted when he thought of frozen heroes lying in the snow,
Their grieving next-of-kin - the little kids whose dads they'd never know.
But in the midst of battle he must put all such gruesome thoughts aside,
And not let his brothers down - those brave men who soldiered at his side.
With other old veterans he talked with kids in school lest they forget,
Telling them how much is owed to those who paid that final debt!
He buried his face in gnarled hands that once held the terrible weapons of war,
Weeping unabashedly pleading, "Please God, no more strife forever more!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Billy Bunter was a lad
Before fast-food became a fad
Ever ready to pass the buck,
Overweight,down on his luck-
Decided to 'borrow' his school mates' tuck.
By The Lady’s Dim Light
The Lady’s blazing torch held high and message at her feet,
Clear message to the world, tyranny’s ultimate defeat.
Ascent to breathe the fresh air of liberty’s atmosphere,
Free every day, speak own mind, go anywhere, void of fear.
Peoples of all nations and races, with aspirations all,
From lands near and far in answer to freedoms call.
Persecution’s iron fist powerless toward all who yearn
To come; tired, poor, wretched refuse; no one is spurned.
High ideal that should work with fairness and justice for all.
Not when matters get entangled in politicians’ halls.
It’s not what you know but who you know that catches the ear.
Some get in very fast, while many wait year after year.
The Lady’s Lamp is supposed to be the beam to the world,
America’s message of help, hope and home eagerly heard.
But if the world’s disenfranchised are treated as blight,
The masses will huddle and wait in the Lady’s dim light.
The potato plant's roots keep yielding her precious fruits,
As the youth of the Spring's breeze blows through the trees,
To provide the shadows of life on its green leaves,
A bastard child is born without the presence of a father,
Drugs and prostitution have destroyed her young mother,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...
Generations full of lust, lost in shame,
Silly ladies shake their pretty round hips in mischief,
The Summer's heat has came,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...
The great struggle of the poor man is a steady fight with all his might,
While the rich man gets richer off those huge city centers,
That help light up the night,
As the leaves from all the trees have fallen to the ground,
Diseases, poverty and sickness is all around,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...
The chill of the Winters's frost freezes the Earth's vegetation bear,
So, the people look to their governments for shelter and security,
But, it is so dam freezing cold,
And nobody knows if anyone even cares,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...
Centuries pass and life spans flows and goes,
Where the wind comes and goes nobody knows,
The Son provides the world with power and illumination,
Until the day of judgement,
Only the "Blood of the Lamb" will provide true salvation,
There are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...
The Earth will exist until the end of times,
When God has defeated all the evildoers,
As it is spoken by his voice of thunder,
With the Saints of mankind,
For, there are dreams being shattered and nothing really matters,
When the lights grow dim...
Behold!
If life's motions and actions would pause for an instant.
To realize it is never too late for change and redirection,
Until, those great old trees crumble and fall,
As its trunk gives way to decay,
And the axe as the Lumberjack calls,
Or, when all men's souls leaves their bodies,
To be judged by the "Almightly",
When the lights grow dim...