Best Elapse Poems
My desolate heart, my obstinate friend
Do not be naïve, please understand
That glittering faces you mustn’t eye
Everything enchanting is not thy
You fret, fry, burn and agonize
Your cravings, wailing and your cries
That incessantly my patience try
Years elapse but do not die
You keep no malice and hatred I know
Your loyalty and fidelity and feeling’s flow
Your kindness, your benevolence is aglow
Your transcendent face your virtues show
Unattainable Stars and moon aspires
One can’t get whatever he desires?
The clouds, the sky and colors of rainbow,
The fragrant roses that beauty bestow.
Peace, tranquillity, serenity and more
All that is lost is knocking at door
Share with others or own and keep.
But to your maladies no one will weep
Take my advice although it’s tough
Love without seeking repayment in love
A storm is brewing, dark clouds advancing in
While tears roll down an embattled face
Betraying the tortured scars within
Each tear falls entwined in rains embrace.
He knows the hardships aren’t over
Soon colour will drown out scorched dust
Time must elapse before forage and clover
Further rain to beat this drought is a must.
Unloading his animals when he ran out of feed
There’s a cost to sell, when no one can buy
When the drought breaks, once more stock he will need
Irony demands growth will push prices up high.
Financial pressure has taken its toll
Each day of sun filled completely with gloom
No income, while a mortgage eats at his soul
Years of recovery on the horizon do loom.
Exploding emotions as rain touches the dirt
A passerby might see something awry
A storm slowly starting, and a man that seems hurt
Kneeling bent on the ground, he's broken in cries.
18th April 2015
A Storm Is Brewing Contest
Sponsor - Kelly Deschler
I was a man, a cold blooded drunk, as they come.
I lived my whole life in a little house on my dad’s farm.
A broke hustler with a defunct bank account,
My career's future was always in doubt.
I married late, at the start of my forties.
It was not for love, I just wanted society to notice.
I did it to save myself from the embarrassment,
So she was not exactly for me heaven sent.
If I thought I was unhappy before, I was miserable now.
I my search for stability I had eloped with a cow.
I had to drink more, to feel like a man again.
Had to play deaf and mute, not to go insane.
As the years passed, the cow bore me a calf
By now I was weak and my income had reduced to half
The bottle was killing me, but it was Still my only friend.
To hold my hand and kiss me, everyday till the end.
The bottle was all i had, to wash away my sorrow
I had to have it, whether i should beg, steal or borrow
The meaning of life had now escaped my grasp.
All I did was sit, drink and watch time elapse.
Misery matured to sickness and still the years went by.
I shed no tears but within me there was a silent cry.
That of an old man whose whole life had been a lie
Pleasure is only found in the sweet wine a youngster sips.
For death hangs around the bed, every time an old man sleeps.
No amount of slumber nor sweet dreams can sooth,
When the heavy hand of time strikes away youth.
The dagger of illness and age was soon on my throat
I who called my wife "cow" was almost a slaughtered goat.
The reflection of my old face was unbearable on the mirror.
I looked haggard and horrible, i looked like a killer.
The cow and the calf left me to seek better pasture.
I was now all alone, expect for the bottle and my pastor
He visited often to preach me the holy word.
He warned me of hell, i assured him, that i have already had
He gave up, went his way as death came mine.
No regret, no redemption and no cloud nine
There was no glitter, there was no glory
I was bitter, and that was the end of my story.
Written: October 1st 2023
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In the ocean of silence, I’m stunned
Astonish by its grandeur as I descend.
A comely curtain of conciliatory calm
Elapse the chaos, surreptitious and warm.
In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
A silence plummets, ambrosial all nearby.
Astonied hearts stand in solicitous awe.
A comely night implies her ethereal flaw.
Emollient whispers waft into the air.
Surreptitious secrets are shared with care.
Incipient stars start their gentle wafture,
Surreal leaves create a ripple in nature.
Mellifluous melodies mend meteoric might,
Fugacious flimsies that fizzle out of a fight
Gossamer moonbeams cast their diaphanous glow,
Creating an aura of silence, tranquility, and bestow.
Ineffable fairness, fiercely feisty, not frigid,
The break of dawn silenced, as if timid.
Saturnine secrets shrank in secrecy.
Stupendous silence slides, sinewy spree.
Lull launders, looping the limp land,
As warblers start with a duteous band,
Sullen clouds gather, ominous and dark.
Yet awestruck hearts find solace in calm remarks.
Reassuringly, the heavy silence lingers.
Dour faces are glum, yet prudent fingers
Guide the oxymoron of emotions that flow,
Glowering and divine in their quiet glow
In the gloomy hush, discretion gleans hold,
As discerning minds decry peace in the fold,
The prudent ones, with a discreet glance,
Understand the power of silence dance.
Glum faces settle in quiet repose.
Views deepen, and worries dispose
Astounded by stillness, they are in awe.
Of absolute peace that stillness can draw.
Awestricken by the amorphous depth it brings,
They decry solace in the lull that silence sings.
A curtain of calm tumbles, amazed and serene.
As the amorphous depth of quiet is felt and seen.
Inauspicious cruxes balmily soothe fears.
As diaphanous whispers softly, quell tears.
Hinky hearts hearkens a hypothesis behind,
A voice uttered, "Love silence will never hide".
No query or qualm can squeal this bond.
Silence is where my peace is dulcet fond.
In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
Silence reigns, and my love will never die.
10/27/19
"Better Than Ever"
Took a lot of tries
Opened up my eyes
And became wise
Thought
A lot
Took a shot
And got after what I sought
Fought against torment and rot
So oft
People mock
It never ceases to stop
Finally connected the dots
I took it to a higher notch
Time is what it cost
Pondering, whether I ought to or not
As I sat atop a peculiar spot
Where many lives were lost
On a morning with frost
It's a sphere, not flat
As time continues to elapse
This is where I'm currently at
Staying on track
Honing my craft
Had some nice chats and so many laughs
On this world, I've had a blast
Won't be the first or the last
Can't let the opportunity pass
When she crosses my path
Because I'm still looking for my other half
What an adventure!
It's been a pleasure
Doing better than ever
Being clever
Through endeavors
Handling stressors
And pressure
In any weather
Getting an accurate measure
I found some treasure
While in the air was a zephyr
Never
Going to be a pretender
From January to December
I might be of the same feather
But I don't always want to flock together
Can't surrender
Or settle for lesser
A lot of benders
Eyes slightly redder
Stoking some embers
I still remember
All the splendor
God bless her
I wrote you a letter
And left it on the dresser
Beside a craft made with leather
Like a painting.
Almost the same thing,
Except not so flat.
And more than that-
Blooming effortlessly.
As if by destiny.
But its true fate,
Is for its beauty to abate.
That is what happens to an eclipse.
After a moment, time will elapse.
Colors that move on.
Feels like waking up at dawn.
This afternoon,
Is not full of doom.
Just a moment of shade.
Harkening a halo of jade.
Thank you sun, thank you moon.
We hope to see another show soon!
Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.
Teased by tales of golden reach
Tricked by gales, whose song they preach.
Redtail’s velvet wings breach the sky,
Maroon lips who kiss the grass
Stirring the song, its desperate sigh
Catching the words, her beak of crystal glass
Behind her, midnight shadow draws
Fells her beauty with unseen charcoal paws
Scarlet tears dampen the earth below
Nurture the roots held by dusty truth
Finally, the wind, gray grass’ will bestow
The hawk once, now the fountain of youth.
Litany of silence reigns in dusky glare,
Each blade bowed in mournful prayer.
Daylight Savings Time
Sunrise to sunset
Lacking grace undertaking
Elapse too short night
By: Eve Roper
2/18/2015
Absenteeism is never a good thing.
Be on time to face your disparity.
Chances are you will win.
Deciphering is an analytical friend.
Edification to bigger and better things is -
Fascination when the reason is revealed.
Gofer you are not, when you take your work seriously.
Hesitation is not a method you believe in.
Incidents may manifest.
Just make sure you are taking care of business.
Keeping your head high and your morals intact is what your life is all about.
Love and live, as these will come.
Months will elapse and time will pass.
Note your money in the bank.
Overwhelm yourself.
Pleasure is there for you to have.
Queen V you have become as your empire forms.
Realization is aweing everyone.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Top of the line Mercedes is in your garage.
Uncle Sam is taxing you hard.
“Verlena, baby, (Your man mourns).
We are doing well over all.
X-rated is you and I (He says laughing aloud.)
Yes, we will continue to succeed because we got the knowhow.
Zillionaires we can be.”
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PENNED ON AUGUST 26, 2014!
What sort of life
Is taken away
Without a word
Without a say
From a life unknown
Unsewn to her side
Just left to slide
Into an unknown tomb
Ripped from the womb
That lies empty
Surrounded by plenty
Of long, happy lives
So we strive
To burn our hurt, our rage
Turn over another page
And move on from the grief
Spilt out from that brief
Elapse of time
But I don’t feel fine,
Or know how to remember
How to dismember
This event from my mind
And I yearn to find
A memory to create
And abate
These feelings that I’ve left you alone
On your own
With no love surrounding you
No future to renew
No reality born
Just torn
From our empty lives
I’m so sorry (I will never forget you)
I only tell of sunny hours...
That grace my countenance supine.
For dark clouds mask my daily task,
Until i welcome back sunshine.
While passages of time elapse,
As seasons etched upon my face,
From springs first kiss, to winters snow
My gnomons shadow marks their place.
Each night i gaze so heavenly,
Towards the starlights grand parade.
Where jewelled diadems appear,
As diamonds set in jet arrayed.
When sunrise casts it's warm embrace
Upon my face, i will display
The time and seasons of the year,
For people passing by my way.
2 / 7 / 2019.
This poem was a fire
Ignited within me.
It heaved and it burned
Inside my chest.
It was a heavy burden and it made me
Go mad.
I knew I would not let it get the best of me,
So I decided I would get on my feet and beat it with rocks
Until it bled.
I would pick up a pen and write down what it said-
A love letter, a couplet perhaps?
I’ll write whatever-
I want this feeling to elapse.
My ideas were like new babies being born,
One after the other.
They would not give me a chance to
Catch my breath.
Oh no, they just kept coming
Streaming
Crashing
Shining
Like lights discovered in a flowing river.
I sat on the kitchen table,
Held my lucky pen- and waited for the words to ooze out of my soul.
The sink complained,
“Drip, drip, drip.”
I stared at that piece of
Cold useless metal.
As a glass of water stood by its side,
It trickled tears.
My thirst kicked in –
My eyeballs turned dry,
My hair went brittle,
And words I struggled to say
Were stacked to the roof of my mouth.
I bit my dried up lips.
The moment I would sip that holy water,
My guts would cool down,
And maybe,
Just maybe –
Kill this poem,
That was a fire ignited within me.
Drinking water is such an easy task,
May I add-
It is quenching
Delightful
Guiltless
And effortless.
Such is loving you my dear –
The only contrast is that
When I reach out for you,
Strange hands appear and slap my dry palms,
Depriving me from a necessity,
Expecting me to survive -
And make friends with thirst.
When I stand my ground,
And protest,
They finally hose down my need for water,
And bury my head in an ocean of my own making,
Where my words are blurred and unclear,
Trapped in bubbles of murdered justice
That will never pop.
Aren’t they aware?
Don’t they know?
We all need a sip of water every once in a while.
The sun might hurt the petals by drying them out
But the rain visits from time to time.
When will the rain visit me?
Wash away the distress they have caused-
As long as things stay the way they are,
I will have to find comfort and hydration
In the thought of this promised Glass of Water
That shall one day –
Quench my thirst.
It's a mystical world.
Sometimes on Discovery TV,
there's time-elapse to teach and dazzle us.
We might see that naked jay (before he's turned to blue)
in just mere moments transforming!
He masquerades in feathers and quickly grows.
Maybe we will witness the feeble endeavors
which finally propel him into flight;
as the camera follows him, he goes. . .
Time elapse.
On some enchanted tropic isle
is the species of a tree
that some of us have never seen.
The camera's eye might focus
on a random bud among its glossy leaves.
Soon it blossoms pink petals
and if we watch some more,
perhaps we'll see the purple of its star apple emerging.
Then we'll see it grow,
and if left not plucked, shrivel up and go. . .
We are but mere ions
in the spectrum of a universe
we've entered through a magic door.
Miraculously born, we grow.
But at first it all seems so slow. . .
Then one day we try our wings.
Some of us may soar.
Others, like an apple never tried, will fall.
But all of us will look back before we go,
and we'll think how much it seemed a dream.
Time elapse. . .
and then we're gone.
The Genesis touch fills me with delight,
And there was no night that stars did not shine,
Before sin hides the glow from our sight,
Weak minds, rob the length of allotted time.
A gateway prevails into the formless earth,
Wasteful insurgency covers the surface.
To shelter from the storm of Gods wrath,
Time elapse, found probabilities in space.
Engrafted state conceit everything that grows,
Intrigue holds the light for a little moment,
And the danger presented doesn't always shows,
the secret of Satan’s influence and comment.
While the youth of beauty gradually decay
And changed the day into shades of gloom,
Every particle of inch went vile and stray,
From the dimness of equals hides perfection.
The outward decline, begun in Genesis
When all things shrunk in the shrouding mist,
Closed doors came upon the lovely bliss,
And chase light from Eden’s innocent crest.
Spiraling joy parted quickly into a chasm,
Creation made the dry dust unveil tears,
Immortality turned into sweat and retribution,
Soon, the pain would swallow the toil of years.
The erring child raise up hope and began
The potentials pursuit of things, once evade,
Soften grace watered the plot of land,
God looked with sorrow upon things he made.
Men hear cherubim’s beaten wings near
Fear sure and sap the remaining strength,
Tranquillity rise and flatten upon the air
Like death, paradise wreath leaves the earth.
When I consider everything, Genesis had given
Temptation unveil the failure twice befell,
In death, conceived truth we know of heaven,
And all on earth would need to know to avoid hell.
Now darkness becomes a source of strength,
There is night, and emblem of humanity’s might,
Break through the clouds with weaker breath,
And the Ark appeared triumphant in radiant light.
A dove on the wing flies swiftly over the waters
Life knew the return of seed time and harvest,
Ours was the day, to see the beauty of flowers
While we may live in hope to attain the best.
I'm lean, I'm mean, I'm tough as nails
Nothing could frighten me
I'm ready to defend my turf
as you can plainly see
Ju-Jitsu man, master of knife and sword,
Can shoot an eye out at a mile...
No fool would be so foolish
as to dare challenge me...
You see before he'd even know it,
I'd break his stupid knee
No Superman or Batman
Would dare to take on me
But, well, Mighty Mouse, that's another story,
Which leads us to our yarn..
But first let me emphasize
I am mighty, mighty macho
I'll never suffer hurt
I'm such a mighty he-man,
Even when I wear a skirt!
As Ive shown, I've always rules
My kingdom is my house
Until one winter's day
When I was attacked by a tiny mouse!
He scurried out from beneath the sink
and caught me by surprise,
That dastardly little bully!!
Just what did he thinK?
I saw bloodthirsty menace in his eyes..
I jumped up on the table
knew not if i should have fled
The frightful thought then came to me
What if now he's in my bed??
So I shored up my fading courage
Went to enroll in Mouse Martial Arts
I'll get that little bast_rd..
Before he terrifies more hearts
So when i graduated,
back to home I went
Helmet,armor, side-arms, baseball bat,
and mace and gas-mask too...
I knew I was now prepared,
For whatever he may do!
I searched the house that evening,
But find him i could not...
Now worried he went for friends...
that evil little snot!!
500 mose-traps I then set
Comforted, so off to bed I went
Woke up from a bad mouse-dream,
in the middle of the night,
To the bathroom i had to go
My bladder told me so,
Now if you can imagine
Being caught in 50 traps
Then you may envision
What was about to elapse...
Oww!Oww!Oww!, Oh, Mercy Me! is what I cried!
As mouse traps snapped right and left
My poor old bludgeoned feet!
Paid the price for my stupidity
And not being at all too deft!
I pee'd myself in pain,
It flowed from me like rain!
Luckily in spite of many a hurtful trap,
my pants I did not crap!
So let this be a lesson,
If a mouse wants to live with you,
Just choke down on your pride...
"Cause there's nothing you can do!!!