Best Mirthless Poems
I shiver tears.
My joie de vivre;
summer esprit’s lemon zest,
lilac flirts and coral whispers
have escaped me ~
grievous gray
now flows through my veins.
I shiver melancholia,
entombed with my winter blues
in the dark dreamless hollow
of my frowning igloo.
Draped in decor of dispirited drear
I wear a wistful woebegone fog,
an overcoat of overcast moods.
I weep wall to wall
in the listless light-less nights
alone with my lonely longings—
my psyche withers
like a frost-stunned leaf;
I shrivel
a little more each dull day.
I shiver sadness.
My colorless tears
cry out loud for color!
I yearn for watermelon sunsets
pink sands and tiki cocktails swirled
with swizzle stick glee.
I wish for rainbows to color
my lackluster laughter
and crave for fireworks to celebrate
in my mirthless eyes—
restless for Sol’s warm hands
to tenderly undress and caress me
and lay bare my soul
straitjacketed by winter blues.
The frozen sap of mirthless trees,
The fractured flow of icy streams.
The howling wind that claws at life,
The forest shrouded in endless white.
Skeletal ice hangs from warm lit homes,
....brittle fingers, glacial bones!
Gibbous moon with light unclean,
Casting shadows barely seen.
Wide tongues of sleet lick hands and feet,
Frost etched people on lacquered streets.
Witches Sabbat the darkest rite,
All doors are barred on Halloween night!
Children sleeping, tucked tight in bed,
While witches brooms fly overhead.
Cock’s crow sounds in the dark of night,
Putting the cabal to frenzied flight!
The children waken then start to yawn,
Their smiling faces greet the new dawn.
In the corner café across from the sea
he sits alone reading his book
Thinking of love while drinking his tea
and memories of chances he never took
Her name resonates gently
recalling moments,
of cheek touched whispers
yet hands unheld
and lips unsealed
What if?
What if he turned back time
Would she ever know,
what lies woken
in the dormitory of his mind
What keeps lingering,
in the alley of his heart
Would she be struck by cupid's arrow
tongue-tied and wanted
Would her heart melt
at the sound of his voice,
the touch of his hand
Would his feelings resonate
deep within her soul
What if?
What if then was now
Would she be the keeper,
of his heart
The object of his affection
Would she dawn into his eyes
like early sunbeams
Or disperse into the night
like the autumn mist
Would she tread her dreams
upon his footprints
Would she share the truth
which lies so still within
Or would she be restored
to a mirthless mouth
and twisted smile,
to somber moods
and bleak commands.
To griefing pain
that killed her life
Where would her chambered heart lead
What if she would confess
The last of his caress
is all she needs to breathe
Once upon a time open windows, painted crimson, sealed shut
Words dancing in the bayside breeze blow aimlessly on by
Brilliant nighttime stars, holding a thousand wishes, no longer shine
A mirthless moon begrudgingly sits silently in the solemn sky
Another guardian angel loses her wings and cries
Crickets playing nightly treats, gone on a fishing trip
Too far away, even for the trained ear, to be heard
Twelve o'clock but the church bells are not ringing
Muddle through silence hearing every unsaid word
Even the clock on the wall has a song less bird
Quietly close my tear-filled eyes, a life in rewind
Lost, not a thought, no echoes in an empty mind
08/27/2015
Red Cloud....
These reminiscing waters have grown somewhat stagnant now; mirthless repose
It seems as the shimmering simile river begins its, millennials requiem
Canines still echoing somewhere beyond the sunlit sparkling of her eyes ~
While as their hunters now gather amid the densely diluted cannabis woods
In search of this lone gray wolf; Calaxial, their long sought after prize....
Sine qua nons aurora borealis' zenith from afar, his guide; apsis
Her fragrant scent beyond the wildflower clusters afore this linden twilights
Reflections of resplendencies graceful contours within, her beauties silkened coat ~
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{Amid Renaissonic Refurb}
A twinkle in her eyes tonight
evokes the thought that they invite,
though I recall, not long ago
my absence seemed more apropos.
The laughs that linger on her lips
bare more than many verbal slips -
the times they pierced me, sad and grim,
lie in the past, though far from dim.
She flayed me once... nay, more than twice,
she flayed me both with flames and ice,
and once again, predictably,
she primes me for catastrophe.
Our friends and foes naively watch
her try to carve a deeper notch,
for even they don't seem to know
the depths to which she'd really go.
Upon my face a pose appears
which hides my thoughts, obscures my sneers,
for now I too have learned the rules
from her - ah, yes, the best of schools.
Because I'm acting somewhat cool,
thus pouring on her fires, fuel,
she burns and yearns and wants me more
than when I was her cuspidor.
She (unbeknownst, I'm not the same)
pursues again her guileful game.
But when her tears descend and swell,
will she be proud she taught me well?
The others leave, I stay behind
(they all know what she has in mind) ,
embrace her in my arms once more,
beguile her through her bedroom door.
She whispers secrets in my ear,
as I once did (she didn't hear);
I listen, flash some mirthless smiles,
my thoughts adrift to desert isles.
The night is passed, her trusting grows;
I leave before the morning glows.
Aroused, she'll seek a waking thrill
but find instead a dollar bill.
The frozen sap of mirthless trees,
The fractured flow of icy streams.
The howling wind that claws at life,
The forest shrouded in endless white.
Skeletal ice hangs from warm lit homes,
....brittle fingers, glacial bones!
Gibbous moon with light unclean,
Casting shadows barely seen.
Wide tongues of sleet lick hands and feet,
Frost etched people on lacquered streets.
Witches Sabbat the darkest rite,
All doors are barred on Halloween night!
Children sleeping, tucked tight in bed,
While witches brooms fly overhead.
Cock’s crow sounds in the dark of night,
Putting the cabal to frenzied flight!
The children waken then start to yawn,
Their smiling faces greet the new dawn.
Written: January 09, 2024
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Seen through a sepia scale
Drab grief, of hiemal cradle
mirthless, a desolate land
shrouded in frozen doldrums,
amid solemn ripples
on threnody and sizzle
akin to a gentle sway
with a oneiric, susurrous
tambourine wave of yore
rain whistles in tune
of doodles in gold and silver.
Swells of silk
of a hypnotic spell—origami
wispy petrichor wafts!
It was tender
ignominious mayhem
of withering earth
sadly surprised
amidst golden neon notes
and vermilion,
as stricken soil stirs.
And flushes in luscious tones
of singing and crystals
as daffodils and clover bloom
amidst webs of aurelian curls
a fairy's rhapsody,
let spring song rise!
each seed that is still alive
hope will sprout subtly,
to refuel the soul
from the cosmic womb.
Wars will hinder any way to harmony
and allegiance to nations
Earth is our vast home
we purport as world healers
send me a melody
smoother than embers
we're rooted in clay
as melody with thawing knack
once I visualized piano tunes,
each tone evoked anguish
yet, our sonata is harmless
paramount of my persona
beyond brink of kismet
we ought to sigh and cry
sultry concerto
In a garden labyrinth.
"Move!" sounds command.
I stir, arise, lift a laggard hand.
Can movement mark with magic
All latent space?
Shall thoughtless motion,
Mere mindless flurry,
Confer importance
On the empty hour?
"Speak!" rings out.
Sing I, then, quavery syllables
Against the quiet as though
Sound could skirt the still
Or melody make right
The evils of the night.
Think: none judge me harshly
Save sour I, my mirthless self.
Song stops. So solitude
Into stony silence slips.
There are people who make up misguiding lies,
use words to hurt, wound and paralyze,
they put up'walls or mountains to the skies,
of unscalable heights and unmeasurable size.
They set us adrift on a windless wave,
to spew out their hate on an innocent's grave,
they slaver and foam like the depraved,
to fill us with doubt and corrupt the brave.
Their thoughts slither like a snake,
coiling around tightly at every slip we make,
their smiles deceive, their platitudes rake,
their contempt disguised with every heart they break.
They judge and convict with mirthless pride,
and condemn us, while acting our guide,
their two-faced grin, takes our own side,
while watching as into quicksand we smoothly slide.
Their pat on the back, their convincing hug,
leaves a slime trail, they're loathsome slugs,
their poisonous tongues, a mind blowing drug,
which alters reality, beware these back-biting dogs.
Back-stabbers, revel in such cruel intent,
puss breaking forth, from the infected utterance they vent,
troubled and weak, our self-esteem is rent,
when leached with glee, from the bearer sent!
©Jane Richer
Mar. 15 2001
"Quesions for God"
CONTEST
There I was, missing her,
As she was lost somewhere in the snow,
The dead of winter encompassed her,
-slowly passed into oblivian.
There are no words to convey,
These inert thoughts of her sadness,
For I called on God,
For I had never accepted...
-the truth.
I had all these interruptions,
I fell into the fire so inquisitive,
And above my sights,
And below my perceptions,
I broke myself,
I seperated my thoughts,
Into pieces and parts with unkown beliefs.
As the inadequate temperature,
Raised questions in my mind,
Then I felt my God,
My haste has been incomplete...
-until that moment.
I slept in the basement,
And awoke in the black atmosphere,
So many inquisitive questions,
"Why isn't she still alive?"
Thoughts and inquiry,
I softly whispered...
"Is there a way to explain,
Why she left me so alone?
For I can't live with out her,
I'm a reducing agent on the quinone.
Now my ability to breathe,
My emotions so suppressed,
Will I ever see her again?
I have addressed that I'm depressed.
Why can I not move anymore,
Why did she take her own life?
Why is suicide so alive lately?
Now I'm paying the price."
Suddenly I felt her purpose,
On this earth so apparent,
So I quietly meditated,
Eyes closed, heart refreshed,
And in that moment..
-I understood this tragedy...
"Is it normal to feel at ease,
Underneath the shattered glass?
Has my confliction subsided?"
I'm allowing this catastrophe to surpass.
"What's the dealing in the healing?
And what's the warmth in the snow?
You've listened as I've expressed my grievance,
A delighted gift you have bestowed."
Higher power, how I trust you,
Thoughts and inquiry, I softly whispered,
"For now my restraints have been lifted,
And I understood her purpose,
To be the most beautiful woman,
But she ended up so mirthless."
Even though she gave up too soon,
And no matter the circumstance,
I feel from my guidance from my higher power,
And I imagined her as she danced.
"Where were you hiding?
My power greater than myself,"
As I thanked you soul revived,
"I'm grateful for my personal wealth."
October 14, 2015
4th Place Winner
Enrapture me, sweet radiance of beams.
As April takes her leave, I now implore
you. Fall upon me amber as in dreams
you came to me when cold was at my door.
Anoint me, oh sun, with rays of gold.
With spring’s arrival I’ve been made as clean
as drifts of peaceful clouds that heavens hold;
rinsed hopeful as the earth arrayed in green.
I walk midst meadow flowers, face upturned
as warmth like honey pours onto my skin.
The mirthless months are gone! My spirit yearned
for a rebirth, so now I take you in.
My only sin- neath winter’s pall I pined
with flagging faith for sacrament of sunshine.
It started with a single thread,
something, someone once had said
something, for which I still felt dread
something, that I'd long thought dead
This thing, that would not leave my mind,
this thing, so mirthless and unkind
a mote in ancient history's eye,
a speck of dust to make gods cry
I stitched the horrid thing together
with fingers flying fast as feathers,
on fear and pain and shame and guilt
and soon, I'd made this patchwork quilt
It covered me from head to foot
a second skin; this horrid suit
and though it was the perfect size,
't was truly just a poor disguise
It stunk of hatred and revulsion,
self doubt and many more compulsions,
the ghastly scent drew clouds of flies
that follow close, when something dies
Rows of stitches that could be zippers
and dark red eyes just like the Ripper's,
a protruding pair of rusty bolts
to charge me with a million volts
A hideous and hulking brute,
all this work had now borne fruit
so now, 't was time to seek my mate
for surely, I deserve this fate
Legs now stiffened as if poles,
I lumbered like a long dead soul
until a crowd began to form,
their horror whipping to a storm
Armed with verbal pitchforks true,
the deepest hatred did they spew
and banished me with utmost haste
to a land of ice; this frozen waste
Where I now wait for one to follow,
this monster with a heart so hollow
to free me, or to end my pain,
just so, I may begin again
*****LETS TOSS A COIN*****
Whenever we flip a coin, we always know the side that we hoping for
But every story has a two side
And so is life
But we always consider one side that we like
And forget that, the outcome can be what we dislike
But such is life
Every man seek positivity
So we don't prepare to face outcome that are negative
Yet we know that, a rolling coins outcome is not evince
But since we always chooses a side
We will become gutted when things doesn't go our way
Yet, we should be gusty to pick up the coin and toss another day
We always be disgruntled, since we don't consider other possibilities
But if we have respect for evwry outcome
There will be nothing like a stun to make an idea a thunderbolt
Life is just like the tossed coin
So it's outcome shouldn't be miraculous
Except that our nemesis makes we think we will always vanquish
And that sometimes makes us sluggish
Many situations are fate worse than death
That we sometimes consider as myth
So we shouldn't make them look like a catastrophe
Cuz tomorrow we might be lifting lifting up your trophy
Is time we embrace every outcome with a mirth
To prevent us from becoming mirthless and moron
But it is not wrong to be disconsolated
But I think we shouldn't be dillydally, but be hurry
To pick up the coin and toss again
Because life is full of uncertainties
Spirits for the dying spirit
Joyless,colourless and mirthless life drifts on
Spirits are the last resort.