Best Dismay Poems
for love is what the angels call dismay
knowing not the longings of the heart
nor can they comprehend that endless day
on which these quite strange feelings had their start
for men, it seems, these feeling try to hide
beneath the stony face of stoic’s lie
such tenderness, such joy, they can’t abide
they let love drift away in lonely sigh
they cannot stoop and pick such lovely blooms
remove them from the beauty of their place
their empty hearts but the distant tombs
of loves no other lovers can replace
they cannot squander this in feigned display
for love is what the angels call dismay
JUST LISTEN MY FRIEND
When you are in darkness,
With gloom and dismay,
You feel what's worthwhile
Is slipping away.
You wonder if life
Is worth living at all.
Your mind is in turmoil,
And you're apt to fall.
If you listen closely
Someone is calling
He whispers gently
“I can keep you from falling.”
“Don't go any further,
But take a deep breath,
Call on to to Me,
And I'll do the rest.”
“Your troubles are over,
If you'll come unto me,
For I understand them,
And will set you free.”
I know His sweet voice,
His words are all true
And if you will but listen
He has much to give you.
Your life will be better
I promise my friend
For this loving Person
Has blessings to send
If you will yet trust Him
He always will stay
All of your darkness
Will then go away
Copyright, Kathryn Search
Tingling passion arose as you came close.
Romance rolled to tell ‘we would not stay apart.’
Unfolding your wish you dared to propose.
Emotion was entwined from you to my heart.
Territory of love was built in vain.
Coward in guise of lover came and relation coiled.
Love terminated in piercing pain.
Engaged once I was devoted, but destiny spoiled.
Love not reciprocated always soft and shy
being devoid of demand and passion
hidden sad sullen in solitary soul.
It is gaze of sunflower on
silent adoration to blazing dazzling Sun.
It is nectar secretion of oyster
to form pearl of pain
Beautiful coral garden under ocean
beyond human view.
No expectation to be loved
but to grow in the abyss of dismal.
Still a feeble faint hope for far future
fascinating a miracle
marveling to achieve
sudden response ending in unison.
A Partridge perched upon a tree
entices him to throw something!
When songbirds sing and flap their wings
two turtle doves, cause headache pain.
Those mocking words, thread-worn with wear.
remind him of the dollars spent.
Defeat caves in, ... the thought of debt!
He bends his head to shield his face,
and steps upon the curb, to brace
against the mob, against the throng,
against long lines in shopping malls
He watches herds with purses out,
who attack the narrow aisles and park.
Chagrins at purpose, poised, embarked
They're mad! They charge like Joans of Arc!
No one pays him time of day
He feels the sting of frostbit cheer
and leans beneath the canopy
The sales are lit, with half-price tease
and gaggled geese attack with glee!
Pure instinct guides, their goal is keen
Gifts supreme, they seek and find!
He wonders, as they claim their prize,
if what they buy, and dollars leaked
will gratify their kin, divined?
With weighty burdens in their hands
and dollars spent from sun to sun,
he waits until his wife is done.
This madness took her far away
within the glass enclosed array
of Jingle Bells and money spilled,
of trinkets, socks and Visa bills
His feet are sore, a wrinkled coat,
unruly hair,... it glistens now,
With cheeks of red, he steels his breath.
Forefathers did, before their death!
Entrenched in snow beneath his feet,
his stomach growls, he begs to quit
He watches from the window glass.
A check-out line!! She's close!!! ...... At last!!
She's almost done, her purchase won!!
She grins as if she's fetched the best!
The smile she wears, he catches fast
And makes it worth the weary quest!
I'm filled with wonder and dismay.
Is life real, a dream, illusion?
A construct, maybe, I could say,
who'd author such confusion?
If me, I dread what might portend;
I'm not that good with tools.
Others think they comprehend,
maybe sages...likely fools.
Call up all the ones I know;
sample their opinions.
Then I’d have to stem the flow
of disparate dominions.
Dogmas are too quickly brought,
too readily believed;
words most keenly wrought
serve often to deceive.
Some explain it all away,
ascribe it to God’s will.
Doesn't this free will betray,
doubt in self instill?
So I write what I call verse—
toil with metered rhyme—
crafted well, both tight and terse,
ardor most sublime.
Thank you all for treasured prose,
honor for what’s mine—
stanzas, lines that we compose
touch briefly the divine.
Centipede so tiny crawls
trekking on a fence
hundred legs, he never falls
I watch in suspense…
My two feet are bad, you see,
pain comes when I walk.
Should I be a centipede,
you would hear me squawk!
*Entry for Andrea’s 7/5 Trochee contest
The choppy sea turned leaden,
ominous clouds covered the sky.
The wind became chilly and strong.
The flustered kite went dizzy;
it twirled, then dipped and crashed
to the young girl’s annoyance.
She had had more than enough.
Shivering, she called it a day!
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Paul Callus ~ 14th December 2015
Contest: Oil Paintings 4-5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
For reasons unknown,
I am just really bothered,
when poems don't rhyme.
Destroyed cosy inquisitioned in light
Detective sun floods roof lifted abode
Harsh ray revelation, shark menace bite
Adrenaline daggers stab at forbode
Fireplace safe scaffold coughs in sunken fog
Flight frantic response compels departure
Haggard recognition, choked chimney smog
Accumulates lump lung coal disaster
Sorrow will slow her, solo is her plight
Spat at offers smoulder in disregard
Heroine rejects, chest prison gate tight
Ashes of apathy, bleeding heart barred
Swift blow attack ad libs a survivor
Merciless evacuee manuevres
29th May
I have this new found strength
Presence like the flow we have come to know
The peace I feel from this very real ordeal
That Satans player tried to bring our way
You are here with me to stay
No way would you overplay that day
Being put through a mind-altering maze
He has put everything into such a haze
Its because Gods helped us to slay
That very bad man who tried to betray our trust
To spin his awful sin so Satan could begin
His mind-altering lust
We place all our faith in God
So nothing would come between us
Or make us go bust
It's Gods rays that really came into play
It's God we chose to follow each, day
When he brought comfort rather than dismay
We had to get through each day
As he sheltered our love in every way
We stuck together through The foul weather
So we are like birds of the same feather
Our life was meant to be together
Praise God all of this fits just right
That familiar glow that we have come to know
One that will outlast anything from our past
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Her vacant breath beside me; a fallow gateway through a harrowing demise. Truth be told I'm a Slave to my own passion, a withholding regime to which I preach divine. Resting upon a sinful pinnacle my spine tattered and torn; concave to a yearning delicacy I lay. A shimmer of divinity overtaken by the lucidity of hellish intent wanders forsaken
introvert. Bearing these shackles of bereavement dissolves judgment of a higher purpose, an eradicated envisioning. I convolute these invasive virtues subsequently to a grasp incognito. Awaiting the endless dismay, yet entering the endless distress.
Doors swings,
The 'galadima's' walking steps,
He possesses,
As if he was a gladiator.
A poised glance by everyone,
He bounces outside as regular,
Complain yet to seize a hold
On his mouth,
The git he saw on the canoe,
Re-awaken his reserved anger,
Only in his attitude,
That anger sleeps and waits awaken.
All his explanation to the boat man
Fell on deaf ears,
A motion to drop his phone,
A refusal by him,
I guess it ended in sixes and sevens.
The turn of the family
To have a taste of the awaaken anger,
Tro-fro he went with his guy,
Finally here he comes,
Requested for food,
But for him to see what he hardly eats
And was tensed up,
Vowed to seal the stomach of everyone,
The door clapped at it closing.
Asked for his money,
Just to get a shocker,
That his baby has taken it due to reasons,
Out he went shouting,
Attracting humans and awaken the fast
Asleep by his choked voice,
His baby trying to calm him down,
Just for her to loose her food
To the mother earth asthe content
Kisses the ground,
What a mess.
The sitted one arouses,
Po-faced at the incident,
The poignancy of his action,
Stolid in his movement,
Refused advice of the sitted,
His re-buff character.
I suggest he should be a re-clause,
A call of jaunt,
Calamity at its peak I see,
The pernicious influence of friends on him.
Dark Cold tomorrow today
Hungry starving never eating okay.
Stealing and violence now the only way
Life of rage has now betrayed
Emptiness inside makes you afraid
Time to change has run away
What you find creates dismay
Shadows moving make you pay
Day by day body is creeping
Head hangs down and your barley weeping
Dark Cold tomorrow today
Your choice to live this way.
This year, the wonders appeared drastic..well, enough of the old.
I miss fear of the unknown-that sense of tried and true never the less has left you.
However considered, mishaps past; not lost, just, and forgot as to mention the new path Same, the consequence of a laugh, thrill guide me into a heart attack..
Fast! hands plant! This reminds of the year inside another as to do harm, let ribs stick
this year, the wonders appear drastic..well, enough of the new.
I miss clear love, the forward and the sense of your surrounding me.
This year brought another love sent fear mistake laid grave clear soothing my tears.
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Damage my front as to appear reasonable.
LICKING WOUNDS
Lulling the bye and bye
In dreams that oozed and wept with the regret
Of unfinished business
In the portage veiled with the drift of confusion
Sustained by the envisioned memory
Of snarling words and demon eyes
Ejaculating horror from the love swept beginnings
We once knew
Reigning in this fiery heart so full of itself
To burst in the moment
Releasing its pent-up punishment
To sing in the realm of forgiveness
The harmonies long forgotten
Belied by the swan song that lost its rhythm
Along the path of little substance
Of fabled passion
Weeping upon the pillow of hiding
To disappear while each tear washes away
The dirty laundry stained with apathy and rejection
Dwelling in the temple of our shallowness
Buried in the effort of our escape
Emerging like the slow sunrise of a spring day
Diffused into believing tomorrow will never be the same
To any Joy that is created