Best Doomed Poems
The Ancient Mariner’s Fate
Eternally doomed adrift
Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The Mariner repeats his
Story over and over now.
A sad soul in true agony
Incomprehensible
His heart now dry as dust
To his fate he must bow.
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
December 3, 2018 (Double Dactyl)
This morning I am feeling a tad bit blue
I don’t know if is the whether
Or because, I’m not sure what to do!
It has been cloudy for nearly a week
I welcome the weather
Since in these parts it’s unique!
Yet, within my spirt, gloominess in nigh
I am searching my heart
But can’t find the answers to why?
I guess its okay, if today seems incomplete
For tomorrow is new
And God’s mercies are sweet!
Humbly I ask, Lord if there is a need
If I am missing the mark
Would you show me, I plead!
Help me Lord not to be consumed
With the care of this day
Whereas, tomorrow it’s doomed
Written By Stacey Brown 9-18-14
the Medicare, an undeserved fund the patients spend,
which seems extremely excrescent,
must be crushed immediately without any mend.
No coverage serves them right! Be they gravely ill or convalescent.
In his favor, all the rules the Capitol shall bend,
prosecution immunity, business chance----each prerogative coming on end.
His flagrance in abuse of power, plus republicans' acquiescence, plunges to a state perversely putrescent,
in consequence, honest individuals wizened while tower of liar and mar-a-lago mire tumescent.
High as the staff's passions hit, perfectly as their patiences fit, more than half at last have to quit.
What has ground away every panjandrum's wit and grit?
His inopportune blah-blah and twitter tantrum bit after bit,
the latter a globe-mocked target and also, often a globe-shocking tool kit.
Atmosphere of allies only too calm and bland,
against them, with his single hand,
he stirs up trade wars amid the entire world's guffaws.
Prostrate shall be the security of homeland,
prostrate shall be the competence of diplomatic corps,
bolt upright frontier walls shall stand----
but stand only in his brain, which constantly bolts out lunatic lore.
Pants on fire, collars on fire, hard and fast is this refractory liar.
Really a refractory and prolific liar, really a refractory and lifetime liar,
boasting his lying score higher than the steepest steeple's spire,
never plans to retire, until one day he has to expire.
Nonsense the globalization trend, nonsense what the majority attend,
abandoning all oversea interests and renouncing all international duties are the cause he shall defend.
And the itinerary of isolationism, his pilgrimage route.
Endorsed by none, would he be alone? A point nothing moot.
Epiphanic from Roman catacombs, arms open, ecstatic and naked----an epiphany non-faked----
Nero comes up to embrace him grinnily, like a kindred spirit in long pursuit eventually slaked
acting as his soul mate cum his sole friend
and escorting him all along to his final end.
His final end, Nero's end, that's who could brazen out the mass hoot.
His final end, Hell's end, that's where he takes root.
I love you much, too much
Its extent is such
That I can give my life
For you
But
You would like
To bleed my life
Bit by bit
By the dagger of indifference.
I yearn for your voice
You shun, leaving no choice
But to tell you,
You were so nice
When you needed me.
Sweet words,
Sweeter gestures
Flowed from you
With friendly postures
When you needed me.
Now the need is over
And in the peace of violence
The relationship has doomed
Into the noise of silence.
You don’t just love a person,
you love who you are with them,
the you, you see reflected in their eyes
you love the vision of your life with them.
When it’s gone, you have to mourn it all
the whole ecosystem of connectedness.
Old realities can look shabby in comparison.
I learned Jason passed away
at four o’clock on the way.
My worries rushed to the fore hot,
doomed now, for he owed me a lot!
Her blank expression soaked up anger at an eccentric pace,
Tension built up as the devil inside of her deformed her face,
Her scream sent chills shooting down my back,
Instantly my ears blocked out the wale that made my skull crack,
The darkness engulfed the everlasting echo as a whole, As if a hungry beast,
I would never get released...
Silence stretched and the night muted my desperate call, again she screamed!
Then followed the ear piercing car tyres screeching,
With me screaming off my head,
The lights of the cars beamed,
The sudden rush of adrenaline reminded me that my life was hanging by a single thread,
In a matter of seconds- we were in mid-air,
Driving off of a cliff, as we hit the curve,
With no moments to spare,
I learned over to conserve,
The only being that meant more to me than me,
That she... that she, who screamed at the truth of me,
Only when she could clearly see the real me,
I realised that she, Could not bear with the cruelty held within me,
The cruelty within me is overruling,
The more I accelerate the more I begin drooling,
I drool as I can’t stop myself, I’m too weak,
Within a strong person, comfort I seek,
The confidence and reassurance in each of her movements,
The glide in personality and unbeatable perseverance,
Make guilt lay eggs in the centre of my brain,
As it’s a fact that I don’t deserve her yet without her I’d turn insane...
Lost in a world that’s falling apart,
All that’s left is one last beat of my heart,
Not because in seconds I’m doomed to die,
That would just be another lie,
But because in just a second,
I know her life will end,
And as her heart beats,
Mine repeats...
CHORUS FOR DOOMED YOUTHS
how fortunate are you, Child?
I couldn't abort you.
now I've given birth to you
and nothing shall
kill
your breath--- till
you tell this truth.
you have come:
to live and to love.
I name you Deft-Daft
you're like Jabez;
borne out of the sorrow
of my marooned heart.
you're my child, be also my herald.
Go ye
to that tribe of kooky tune-smiths
and tell them; tell them
how deft their sound
how daft their lyrics
how doggone their voices
how gaga their listeners
how savage their songs
how brief their existence.
tell them! tell them
tell those loony song-smiths--
whose choruses are chanted in all
wacky-wacko-psycho muster--
to chant the beauty of nature
and cover her nakedness.
tell them! tell them
how their ignoble lyrics
defile the minds of the young
and ravage the mind of the sages.
singing, dancing, capering
grinding, swinging, raving
smoking, drinking, prattling
buying, selling, fighting
feel-highing, bubbling, hurting...
dying of excessive pressure for treasure;
dying for excessive measure of pleasure.
tell them! tell them
their errant lyrics
bear bawds and brainless brawn
whose thew thaw in stew!
sing- dance- darkness- phew!
watery lyrics filled with chaff
to rouse demented youths.
their music, their fall;
their melody, their pall.
tell them! tell it to them.
then like an Abiku
die your final death.
when you are reborn
to live your final life,
I shall rename you Deft-Deft
We are doomed people. Nurses’ aides, housekeepers, LPN and Ward Clerks
Maintenance and kitchen cooks; slave of the modern workplaces
We are the Victims of Hurricane Sandy
Taking life for granted,
Everything was nice and dandy
until Sandy furious attack
In an instant life live: reverse like a deadly curse
Forcing the Oil prices to rise higher after volatile week
We cried, we pray, we curse under the same breath
Frequently asked question “Why us father why we
If you jinx me knock on wood
Black cats stay out of my neighborhood
I dont trust owls even if it isn't white
If your bad luck get out of my sight
You walked under a ladder oh my dear
Holy crap I broke a mirrior
This isn't good at all you see
Because now bad luck will follow me!!!
Only mince words for society’s detriment.
Mollycoddle youth for the future’s corruption.
Beware of using political correction,
society’s wormwood; overdose for descent.
Today’s apocalypse is due to discontent.
TWENTY thousand years after the Lamb.
New nocturnal pulpits here and there,
While He said be united in His name.
Deliverance from misery and maladies,
We now preach. No more poor in spirit?
Abortion, woman-woman, nakedness…we now decree.
No more Sodom and Gomorrah?
FIRST class terror we do implant.
Big tycoons, big bombs; little Afro-Asians, no guns
Because peace is white and terror is black.
Friendly tyrants are free to reign.
You key your country inwards? Beware their bombs.
But they rescued Tripolians! Then, no road to Syria?
After all, wary-farms must be watered;
Terror flames must be fanned;
Otherwise, no business in weaponry.
CENTURY of doom! Faithless, heartless, hopeless Century!
Quake, clash, crash, wreck…here and there!
Coup, riot, strike, mutiny…here and there!
Hear Ozone crying! No yields from Denmark?
I hear AIDS’ troops harking victims to pieces.
Boom, boom, boom, boom…everywhere. Opium! Opium!
Opium in religious sacks! “Musa and John are One”, we must know.
Let’s all kneel before the Lamb
Because every second we are doomed!
Best punctuation of this century? Question mark?
(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)
Building something
that no human really needs,
that is flawed, makes errors and hallucinates,
that is costly and won't make a profit,
IS a really bad idea destined for the scrap heap.
It will feed upon itself,
cannibalizing its own output,
becoming inbred and biased,
making more and more errors, faking it.
Yes! If you build it,
some will come,
some will succumb,
some will forgive its flaws,
BUT, most will see it
as really hum drum,
dumb.
Even unto the ages,
I am with thee.
As the world, entered into
a deteriorating cycle,
evil shall arise and the
dark ages shall return.
Rages, torture, self destruction,
lies and deceitfulness,
assassinations, abductions, will
be rationalisatised by
the impious leaders of the world.
These leaders will be engendering war,
which will send the people into
a state of frenzy,
causing innocent blood
to be shed,
all by the hands
of the enemies.
The spread of genocide
shall continue as the wiping out
of tribes, continue to
depart, due to extinction,
by the evildoers.
The comings of nuclear war
shall generate a catalym,
that shall put the world back
into a desolate place.
Nevertheless, as these events
draw near, consecrate my commandments,
heart them, and I shall be with
thee, teaching and guiding the way.
In the days to come,
guard thy consciousness
as the war, has always
been against thy consciousness
from the beginning of the ages.
Cognizes thyself and apprehend
the power thee hold,
for thy life, depends on it.
As the ages creepth up,
man must save himself,
or perish for lacking
our knowledge.
Awake old man, and drink
of my wisdom. Attain
the knowledge that hounds
thy flame in bondage.
For only this will manumit
thee from the hands
of death and unchaining
thee from the circle of life.
Remain steadfast and
apprehend, that even unto the
ages, I am with thee.
Behind his endless daydream, behind his boundless self-esteem, what's picking up steam?
Swines Capture Team, proceeding plans stacked ream over ream, as well as their seamless dragnet scheme.
Hush money he can pay, for impunity he can pray, Justice never looks the other way.
Futile his bark and bay, futile his bray, imminent his reckoning day.
Donald, a sham piece; dolt nerd is slammed apiece, by nemesis without ruth,
whether he flounders tooth and nail or nail and tooth.
Trump in trance, trumpery in truth, a big and bold gone goose for FBI to sleuth!