Best Estranged Poems
She was an estranged angel
On the backbone of a boar
She never put her hair up
Was a missile without a war
She broke a wild stallion
With the motion of her hips
She stifled a chameleon
With the color of her lips
She drowned a hundred hearts
With the ocean in her eyes
She never stayed for dinner
Had a trick bag full of lies
She's the chairman of your love
It's the least you stand to lose
Reinvested into futures
The kind you'd never care to chose
She shone just like a savior
To a crowd of men like me
In the dark and dreary alley
She convinced us we'd be free
She locked our souls together
With chain of solid gold
To wander through the streets
Starving, in love, and cold
On rainy nights she'd tell me
Of the millions she would make
We pounded solid granite
Until it'd crack, until it'd break
She delivered forty hammers
On a bull, without a sound
She had hundreds of 'em stowed
Somewhere buried in the ground
We bore our chains and sang it loud
We wrote a thousand songs
God save your children's virgin eyes
From seeing such a throng
She promised me the world inside
A thimble she'd unhide
Upon completion of a house
Built on the black hillside
She promised me so many things
I believe I did lose track
But if I could somehow free these boys
they'd sure be headed back
To living simple there in town
No vixen to demand
Just a table for to drink at
And to play a couple hands
But the hand that feeds the bread
Now riddled so with grubs
Would never be allowing that
A world with beds and tubs
Her power is a mighty thing
That crushes bone and brow
It brings one to believe it right
To stumble, kneel, and bow
We're just too worn and sore
To ever execute our coup
Best rest until the morning comes
There's plenty of work to do
He
looks on
with glasses.
In the distance,
the faces are blurred
and it only
magnifies
his deep
loss
Ninette form
3/23/12
"Estranged Love"
By M. Taha Effendi
(Rhyme)
Countless days came and passed,
each day in misery spent.
every day I live as my last,
since the day you are absent.
Each day I hope of your return,
I find my hopes desert me.
To bear this pain the more i yearn,
the more it grows to hurt me.
I tried to live. I tried in vain,
my efforts bore no fruit.
I fell apart living in pain,
but my love stood resolute.
Then late one night I cried to God,
tears streaming down my cheeks.
Please hear my plea, I beg you Lord,
I've starved myself for weeks.
If you must then change my fate,
please let me be with her.
For this long and futile wait,
proves too much for me to bear.
Rid me of this suffering,
my fate rests in your hand.
For i exist as something,
that is neither dust nor sand.
Comfort me with a lie if you must,
so i wont writhe again.
Or tell the truth so i may just,
end these throes of pain.
Death will be my solace,
when such agony is rife.
I'll surrender to its sweet embrace,
to end my wasted life.
I cried to God with all my heart,
I begged for her in one last breath.
For being alive while torn apart,
is a fate worse than death.
Longing for the sound of your voice
if just to say hello, how are you
it's been awhile, perhaps to long
How have you been feeling, better I hope
how's my brother? I'll bet he's getting big
I'll bet he's growing into a fine young man
How's the weather? It's been rainy here
warm too, the humidity is up but not as bad
as it was in Florida though, I remember that
What's that? he wants to go to Annapolis or
West Point from High School, oh and
he will be in JROTC in High School 4 years
Your feeling better you say? Stronger by the day
working out three days a week, sounds good
your gaining weight, but it's muscle not fat.
Well gotta go, I'll call you!
Estranged
Unrequited Soliloquies Of The Heart
Estranged
By M. Taha Effendi
(Sonnet)
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
A forlorn heart bids the day adieu,
The rubicund sun withdraws its weary
gaze,
Surrenders its quest of endless days,
Vagrant clouds drift to uncharted lands,
Twilight steals a last glance through
evening's hands,
The gloaming emblazoned with pink and
gray hue,
As I walk along the twilit avenue,
The west wind wails in melancholy,
A lonely river seeks the embrace of the
sea,
Unchained melodies of the solitaire's
refrain,
That has emptied love's hemlock to the
drains,
Unrequited soliloquies of the heart
estranged,
Nature's course, onerous, unchanged,
ESTRANGED
estranged
changed
suspended
where angels
fear to tread
imposing
deep thoughts
noises infringe
from the outside
detonating all
within
© Kim van Breda—1 November 2015
The Estranged [A dedication]
Jay was sitting in his small cell
His head resting on the rails
Staring with an absent minded wonder
At the raiment on his shrunken shoulder.
Is he the same man! or a shadow of
Jay Sen the scholar, the stylist philanthropist
The graceful spendthrift, a sophisticated sophist.
When did his advent venture turned into adversity!
When did he turn an addict, refusing golden opportunity
He couldn't make up his mind
He couldn't cope up with the blind
Those who can't differ
A gold and a plated glitter!
Those who have used him and
Threw him like a burnt cigar.
The cynical pseudos who blamed him a psychic
Accordingly they deserved blows and kick.
To some 'normal humane' this was unusual
An act of violence, not so sane and frugal
From then Jay's address is 'the Asylum',
The 'kind' home for mentally disturbed hoodlums.
Just then he saw himself
In a half burnt cigar, the warden threw.
Smoke was still rising, it's still alive, he knew.
He wanted it so badly, he stretched his hand out of the rails
And a sudden pain gripped him
A hooked rod ripped him
Drawing back his bloody knuckles
Jay cries a song of pathos
A rhapsody of agony mixed with rage
Fills the air of the dim lit cage
The half dead creatures exhales sighs of sorrow
And thus the sighs and cries moves on
As great waves of echos.
One night an angel surely came for Jay
With a candle glowing with a serene light
Not for money,not for fame, but only to spread love
And took away all the painful humility like a feather touch of a dove.
She made the disturbed calm and quiet
Mr. Jay is a reformed man now, always happy and satisfied.
And you, who once were alienated and enemies in your mind by wicked works,
yet now He has reconciled in the body of His flesh through death, to present
you holy, and blameless, and above reproach in His sight— (?Colossians? ?1?:?21-
22? NKJV)
Estranged in the mind
By wicked works
That secure the constant lie
That even though married
We live in separate houses
God and me.
The mind lies
The mind numbs
The mind screams
The mind alienates.
But God has not moved
The covenant of promise is the reality
That overides the mind voice
Like a lighthouse sword
Fighting the constant crushing waves
But always wins
Ready for the next tide
The next wave
The mind now one with truth
Married
Lives in the same house
God and me.
Break into my life
Lock the cracked door
Slip off your shoes
Your creaking clothes
Sneak into my bed
Uncover my soul
Sweeten the sunrise
Caffeinated yet cold
Caress my regret
Callous naked me
Hold my heartbeat
Broken and in need
Whisper perfume
In ears of neglect
Call convalescence
In stale dusty vents
Wipe my eyes
Estranged with shame
Show me forgiveness
Your face again
crazy love screams in
mass of respiration pains
estranged from own heart
Around the prairie, blithely she glides
Her brunette locks, her beautiful tangles
On a horse-a-riding, sweet days awaiting
Her oh-so-fragile heart beats bass-a-pounding!
Her nonage days- so real, so glorious,
No tint of blindness, her days unnumbered
Her flimsy fingers ‘round a beasty fist
A refuge she knows from unknown solace.
Oh blessed child of light
Felicity- her living language!
A spitting image- our crimson bloods alike,
But life’s a ruse of humor
Her paradise; my infamous dungeon
In those familiar eyes- my doggone days
Her iris lining an image clear
My estranged sire- he holds her dear!
To know a man
to know a man
is to know what he expects
without him telling you
know what he hates
know what he loves
know what he wants
without a word said
his desires are understood
and prepared for him on a platter
but, once love, respect, and honor
has left the marriage, it becomes
all for nothing
there's nothing i can say that matters
nothing i can do that'll change a thing
just the cold hard facts he no longer desires me
Wearing your ego in that ride as you go
A new fragrance to hide an old flaw
A cool flow that’s hot under the collar
In that overdue ostentation soon to follow
Wearing labels you are labelled like a billboard
And branding a fake patriotism and brotherhood
You are new age sold out to an old syllabus
If I were you I would jump off that bus
Undermining life like you struck gold
The wrong directions this generation has been sold
As if it pays to run life over like road kill
Though even dead, some things are useful
It’s the froth of lack of self-restraint
The rotten brew of utter contempt
I won’t cover my nose next time you walk by
It’s the smell of breast milk, you've just been born free
I sometimes think
The only way out is suicide
But as you drink yourself to death
I only have time to bide
***
Had time be for leisure,
The orchard's shade shall serve its purpose.
Were it be for the stretches of time -
Our loins shall melt in rhythm.
Had she be forgiven, this moment,
For despair soothes her skin -
Like the camwood that greases Ezemma's.
Ezemma; a god sent among all.
Such candour her elegance gives!
Shall I stand this?
Can I hold this pressure?
What a miasma!
Evil lurks!
Negligence over spirituality!
Awkwardness springs!
My brass to wear, my cross to bear
This season isn't the best to sip the finnest!
The spirit of the elders have come to sprint,
Round the iroko tree, death dangles like pendulum
Our friend has come to stay - for whose wish?
I care not for!
Is it the strength we put on fold or hold?
Has it grace her essence in my lair?
Does it give strength to the hyenas on leash?
A wonder, I ponder!
A raven born, sibyl thrown to Sahara.
Distance birth envy,
Irks me soul, tears away ;
Veil of years unborn!
The flow comes from this hy-
Men!
The flow sweetens my spirit but I fear the cradle
Trauma of feelings grow within the spirit!
The sticky smells savours my dignity,
My estranged lover grows within my wall...
For in her comfort, I find peace,
In her anger, I see beauty -
Shackles of past holds fort,
Whose fort shall bear this cross?
Whose fort can give brass?
The strength of the veil,
Births my estrangement.