Best Faint Poems
lonesome faint thunder
whispers distant symphony
rain waltzes backstage
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
When she was born she had no father,
spent nights in the streets to feed her mother,
who was diagnose with a disease cancer,
she strolled the streets naked for suitors,
the life was worse she became a call girl.
As the sun rose she headed to her homestead,
weak frail with nothing to show but her instead,
she saw her her mother still as a log dead,
she shoved her side to side but she was dead.
She sobbed and wept for three consecutive weeks,
her relatives came and tried to comfort her weak,
her body was soul less for she was now alone,
living this life without her parent was steel hard,
As the months passed she could not pay her rent,
her landlady threw her out like a rat to pitch tent,
she lay by the side work she now call her house pent,
begging was her routine just to collect small cents
Every night she wore a half knitted dress,
ready to sell herself because she was a mess,
every suitor passed her because of her scent,
she was now devastated almost to the edge of death.
One day as she begged beside the street,
her self surrounded by dirt covered in a sheet,
a man saw her and felt pity on her soul,
he took her by her hand and told her come.
Like a good samaritan he clothed and fed her,
told her to clean up for she would be househelp,
she neither rejected nor accepted the offer,
but when evening camethe house was clean.
In years to come she became the talk of town,
The good samaritan married and left her in town,
She was now stable fit for her to bear a crown,
as she is now the director of the biggest orphanage in town
Life may seem cruel at some point in time,
but know that god has a way to change it,
we may live on the edge of of life,
but just believe and it will be alright
Amidst the smog
That wraps your city
Clogging the view
above the horizon
Of skies beauty
There is still one star left
that you see
And in your heart's ear
it whisper:
Amidst the intense smoke
that hids the multitude
Of other
hope and light giving company
I'm still here
to light and guide you
On your way
Yet I may be so faint
But the vision of your soul sees
that this faint light
is enough
To lit extinguished hope
to blaze again
in your cold heart!
Oh, I
I will
I will try and do my best;
While allowing God to do the best;
He's my provider;
And my guider,
He's better to me than I've been to myself;
The Lord came to me in a vision and He said;
"Wayward brother(sister) don't you worry your self;
And don't you wonder and fall while you wait;
The things you're going through, in the long run shall make you strong and great;
for I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint;
Please allow me to call all, let's not wait;
I AM the GREAT AND ALL I AM;
Don't you be late;
My angels beacon you all at heavens gate;
And once and for all you'll receive the call;
Open your heart and let's relate."
For I will
For I will
I will refresh the weary and satisfy
satisfy
I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint;
My child shall await your appointed time;
And then, only then I'll see you at heavens gate;
Now I know that you maybe only;
Only, trying to right those wrongs you've done;
But it's now or never leave those things;
Those bad choice decisions alone;
And I will come into the body;
and not just to satisfy the soul;
Just wanna let you know
I will cleanse you of all injustices and leave you whole;
whole
I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint;
I will never leave you or call you inadequate;
I will refresh the weary and satisfy the faint
forevermore
(Derided from Jeremiah 31:25 )
Written by James Edward Lee Sr July 31 2007(c)
(From "More Than An Apple Tree")
amidst the murky sky
that envelopes the city
a faint star I see!
Aging is not for the faint of heart
smile lines bags and cellulite sags
Your butt begins to fall apart
As your mind matures wisdom hacks.
Faint stars of a bleary sky
don't show the brilliance of clouds
witnessed by the shining eyes
of an inquisitive boy
who lived under them dreaming
and moved by absolute fascination;
he was alone admiring
a firmament too grand
to be comprehended
by an adolescent mind
immersed in sheer contemplation.
Who has a vivid remembrance
of the depth of embittered regrets,
more aware of the passing time
than youth and time never attest?
Who has reflected upon these
and not felt a nostalgic wish to relive
what was too beautiful to be taken away
by fate which never poses to give one
a minute to breathe with ease
and dream according to age?
Who has thought of his mortality
and realized how brief is existence
lived with purpose or none?
I pondered on it continuously
and accepted its accountability
had I come short of my intent!
Faint stars and a bleary sky repress light
and hide the splendor seen on clear nights,
bleariness diminished the intense awareness
of the senses and being overwhelmed
by feelings of discontent, it remains distressed...
until that sunrise gleams invade and delight!
I would have renounced this life
to save someone else about to die
and get the laurel of heroism
that many want without a sacrifice;
I would have given my breath
to let another person succumbed
to a tragic and rare circumstance
regardless of human strength,
live more days that cruel fate
would never have allowed;
don't quick decisions contradict
the dominant altruism?
Let those faint stars scatter through a midnight storm,
no memory of a bleary sky must hang on thoughts;
my youth was joyful searching for lively rainbows,
for adventurous dreams that fantasy couldn't transform!
I used to believe in helping those
Who can’t help themselves
Now it seems that it is me
who is need of help of someone else
being a wheelchair man I believed to be included into society
not to be hidden away and kept silent like it’s forbidden
to be a human too and not in some library
where they study defects of the anatomy
where the physically challenged will be studied under a canopy
of ignorance
I enjoyed being counted as a pioneer
By breaking the institutional curse of being dependant
On a social grant
by being independent I was hell bent
I believe my energy is well spent
Providing for my wife and daughters
Used to be a piece of a cake
Now I’m under pressure gritting my teeth about to break
I fade away in silence because
Being a wheelchair man is not for the faint at heart...
He always admirer her
He wanted to talk to her
But he was afraid to make the first move
He have a faint heart
This was the only problem he has
He always say that
This is perfect one for him
The only fair one that he deserve
But still no courage to approach
Writing poems was his only solution
His friends advice him, talks to him
Courage him
He try with all his might
But as soon as she came
His heart fainted
He still cannot do it
He sat down with his pain
His heart full of darkness
He is in a jail with no light
And this is the light of her heart
He remember his parents words
And slowly by slowly tears fill his eyes
Like a waterfall flowing down
This little words whisper in his ears
"FAINT HEART NEVER WON FAIR LADY"
There once was a city called Zor
it was home to many a bore
the women fainted
and the men feinted
that was what Zor was famous for
No other Fall night compares to an eerie Halloween night,
see a strange gleam in that moon tranversed by shadows;
all spirits appear and roam the unlit streets to hide their sight...
I dare not venture outside, I am very safe behind bright windows!
Frightening eyes stare, they are not eyes of humans: beware when they blink;
be very watchful...let nobody smother you with their sweet laughter,
behind those masks are spooky faces, although their costumes are sleek;
look up, night becomes darker! Clouds hide the moon's glare while owls scatter!
Phantoms grin at humble Snowhite, but cheer at Dracula showing his red teeth,
no armored knight frightens them, but crosses on his shield make them fall;
saints march to subdue skeletons rising from the gruesome graves underneath;
they recite prayers with Latin words that have the power to intimidate them all!
Many are superstitious and still celebrate Halloween too enticed by its thrill,
they turn themselves into demons, not realizing that they help darkness grow;
others refuse to join them in their display of evil that causes trembling and chill;
oh, fearful moon don't hide anymore: your light is needed more than a faint glow!
O’ I ponder, ponder, of yond rich skies
of that faint weary life that's passed me by
beyond the echos of shattered dreams
of a life, or lives that should have been;
tis’ a certainty that life evolves.
through the meandering brooks of long ago
of endless desires that flows from soul to soul
and swelled of virtue in brave and merry hearts
their resonating echos call and call;
tis’ a certainty that life evolves.
O' listen! listen! though faint but clear
whispers calling both far and near
as the radiant moon drift across the open seas
as mighty gales rustle and shiver in the rows;
tis’ a certainty that life evolves.
memories long forgotten heretofore
that seem to be nestled quietly there
yet swiftly drift to lands of ancient lore
And here and there a spark of radiant light;
tis’ a certainty that life evolves.
like ancient treasures buried deep
and rushing clouds beyond my reach
I strove for life with all my might
and set my mind, its final course;
tis’ a certainty that life evolves.
O’ I ponder, ponder, of yond rich skies
of that fain weary life that's passed me by
beyond the echos of shattered dreams
of a life, or lives that could have been;
tis’ a certainty that life evolves.
Man, when entirely engulfed
By the complexities of life,
Finds himself dreadfully jammed
By pressures massive, and faints.
When solutions of any kind
Inept to solve issues intricate,
And pain mounts to masses,
One slowly spins into a saint.
When courses of acumen initiates
Soothing echoes within, the saintly
Soul dives deep into blessed trance,
Blissful oblivion and absolute ease.
True, Pressure makes one faint,
But, wisdom turns him saint.
The war is going faint
Heavy guns and tanks, only symbols
Defend in silence
But the youth and children, dying
Their mind and soul, being worthless
Emotions uncontrolled
Rally along streets
Wall and message can't be conveyed anymore
Think tank didn't work, died in years ago
Proxy replaces the symbols
Works underground
Provocation is a modern gun, to dig up all reserve
To cut a thin line between prosperity and adversity, between lie and trust
In this faint war
Each of us is but a faint shimmer of the Eternal Light;
some a bit more radiant than most in the deepest, darkest night;
we flicker,
we glimmer,
no matter how faltering, we're guiding lights in our own right!