Best Travails Poems

when it comes to the travails
of the human heart
logic is a poor study
as Diogenes' wisdom gathers a lantern
searching in vain
there is a deeper reasoning
among the bats gathered in the belfry
ratiocination resting on a slippery slope
grasping at a coherent balance
amidst a pyroclastic flow
and although it makes...

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Illuminations, Temptations, Life's Travails Endured 
 
Weep for Truth that man's inherent evil betrayed
Zeus hurled lightning bolts, paradise dreams delayed;
Intriguing words, those tales of mythological beasts
Sirens tempt, alluring songs, dark orgasmic feasts:
Man that so blindly eats, stirring to walk upright,
Consuming illusions of...

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I traveled with Gulliver in his travails
Often times involving in shipwreck- 
Or becoming prisoner of the Lilliputians of life.
I sailed on the ocean of life-
Getting marooned on an island called strife.
I must live; but life someday I must leave.
I thread this path with none to...

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The Doctor delivered the news
like a Court Judge
in a final death sentence verdict
"You are HIV positive!"
A the clinic corridor
the Nurses had gathered
Like Eagles converging on carcasses
they fed fat on my 'pitiable' frame
muterring and whispering in low voices
"that's the lady"
"the new member of the club"
At home,...

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I saw a need
For a time of repose
Where I'd gather my
Chicks in a crate

Fretting for anything out of
   My power
Has made me feel less
  Not so great

So I rest and I pray
Call it a day
Leave the whole mess in God's care
 ...

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The future dubs.
A pride is shattered.

The philanderer moon
sprawls over the
candlewick.

A ghost walks 
through the wall.

A thin blade of
grass, holds the sun
for ransom.

Fireflies flutter in head
savagely.

I was not able to sleep.
What was the theme of the murder ?

No sugar, no salt
was worthy of death.


Satish Verma...

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ALL NATURE GROANS AND TRAVAILS

The winds are blowing through the trees,
In autumn leaves fall rapidly.
Tornadoes, typhoons, hurricanes
All wreak their havoc, cause their pain.
Earthquakes and fires and floods all come
And leave so many without a home.
All nature’s violence is its groans;
For a new world it sadly...

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Metaphorical troubled waters deluge
pitched me to and fro,
analogous to ghosts
that haunted Ebenezer Scrooge,
yours truly violently tossed
impossible mission to experience refuge

except when deeply engrossed
between bound pages
thick and juicy tome one garden variety
generic bookworm doth ravish
escape courtesy his imagination
especially when tomes I wade thru huge.

Impossible mission to...

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TRAVAILS OF A NON-INSOMNIAC 

Everything around was going peacefully and fine
until a new family occupied the flat above mine.
The cacophony at the day time is rather tolerable,
but the noise that rattled the night is unbearable.

When it’s time for me to sleep every single night
their nocturnal...

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Trampling caused travails of a mare,
 Now hopping like a piece of flubber,
While ambling with Sir Greyedalot,
When he had honored the stables yesterday,
She was taken out for a warm up,
And she had truly ambled out,
She was about to be spurred to gallop,
Suddenly she saw the...

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What if the dead were meant to breathe?
What if the birds were meant to be the supper
Of the elders?
The tapestry of our loins - a seizure
What if the strength of man happens to be his weakness?

The secrets so dear - our bane for growth
Cupid's arrow...

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Like a pack of cards, 
Olympus fell. 
Like the spear of a great warrior, 
Senzangekhona has swallowed a stone! 
Who will bear the pain,
Left on the heels of the archers. 
Whose strength shall our burden rest on? 

Ologbojo - your beauty incomparable! 
Adorable with ancestral...

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These umpteen times I sought for answers,
These many days I searched for a respite 
for my unwavering troubles,
Clouded was my journey,
Foggy was my pursuit, 
I ascended the ladder to the Divine,
More were my assailants, 
Was I born this way?
Was I crafted for this?
My questions,
My inquires,
None...

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 ~The road to happiness within trails where  paths are paved with stones of sorrow!




11/12/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021...

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