Best Weighed Poems
I let the breeze whisper to me,
I want to smile, but I can’t
because tears want to flow,
but can’t
Just have this feeling that
somewhere, somehow,
something
has died…
or at the very least,
is withering
and I don’t know
whether I can be there
on time to stop it
from dying?
Of whether I can resuscitate
it back to life…
might be too late though,
because damage has been done
Oxygen has already been lost
sad, really
so the weight is there
and I can’t shrug it off.
The tears still don’t want to fall.
Such defiance.
So I just close my eyes.
Maybe, tomorrow,
the sun will shine again.
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I took my mum to slimming world
On every Tuesday night
She’d get her finest glad rags on
And beam with sheer delight
Not much of an adventure,
On the way she’d barely speak.
But she’d set her sights on glory
As the slimmer of the week.
With eager expectation
We queued up by the scales
Catching surreptitious glances
“Has she come off the rails ? “
“Shoes off please and on the scales”
Then handing in your book,
You felt your pulse start racing
When you dared to take a look
“Just a half pound gain this week”
“But don’t get too despondent “
The lady scribbled in mum’s book,
Like a weight gain correspondent.
“Have you checked the scales” said Mum
“They simply can’t be right ?”
“I think they need to be reset
Because I didn’t weigh that last night ?”
“Are you staying for the chat ?”
Said the slimming world consultant
“We’ve got some bars for you to try”
And mum looked quite exultant
“Would you like a raffle ticket ?”
I can still picture the scene,
When they drew your numbers out
And you won an aubergine.
“So how’s your week been Linda ?
Did you keep track of your syns ? “
“I just had lots of chicken breasts
But I didn’t eat the skins “
“Mark - our slimmer of the week !
Share your story with the group”
“I just ate Quorn and Quark all week
And pints of lentil soup”
Mum kept smiling all the time
While others told their tales of woe,
A Chinese meal that took its toll
Or a Hot Dog at the show
Brenda stormed out of the room
Just looking for attention.
“ I’ve not put on 3 pounds” she screamed
It’s just water retention
“See you all next week” said Sue
The hall’s needed by the Vicar
Mark, smiling smugly, swaggered out
Showing off his latest sticker.
On the way back in the car
Mum was smiling, full of glee
I said “what are you so pleased about? “
She said “ They’re all bigger than me”
weighed myself at seven a.m.
not thrilled with the results
at noon my weight was no better
I drank eight glasses of water today
spent volume of time in the bathroom
figured I probably lost a pound there
at seven p.m. I attempted another go on the scales.
How can anyone gain three pounds in one day?
I went back to the kitchen and ate cake.
I've weighed you
in the balance
and you are deficient
You are in pain and chained
afraid to be free
The rewards of your behavior
leave a contempt of women
You don't see the beauty
in your hearts shining star
Your one desire
It's just a game for
you to come out the winner
The ego is stroked
Then the boredom sets in
There's always something
must more interesting
just around the corner
When you float atop shallow
There's no depths to explore
What the hell are you waiting for
Obviously these stratigies
aren't freeing your soul
For god sakes
get your crap together
Then when you are truly free
And only then
Come on baby
Come and ride with me
Forever free
Then you will
truly please me
We all have a thief dying to come out
We must control that side of us…We must undo that knot (we must solve the case)
We are victims in our own minute minds…no doubt
We must arrest that criminal…before it causes mischief and what not (find your own way out of my maze)
Reawaken from solitude
The sun’s rising…and you’re frustrated and nude
Stray away into the path of delight…before the day turns to night
Don’t miss the words from my mouth…echoing heaven’s light
Descending in quietude
Don’t look my direction…I weep for safety’s sake…
Show off your effulgence…your delicate, serene tune…
I don’t mean to be rude…but please lift up my mood
Arise as the moon in the shady night…
Promise me you won’t break
Your life isn’t at stake…
I love you for cat’s sake!
(chorus) Weighed down…
I’m wearing a remorseful frown…
Weighed down…
Gravity holds me down
To the ground…
without a sound….
Face down…
Without a sound…
left there without a sound…
Without a sound…
no one cared…
they never did
from the start
And it breaks my heart
To say this,
but I feel this way…
And I don’t want to
fade away…
Left without a trace…
Look at my bloodied face
And solve this bewildering,
Outlandish case
While you do that,
I’ll be running the race
But, I’ve learned
That we all wear that mask…of a miserable clown
Swim with me
Promise me
You’ll be my candlelight
On the surface of the chaotic sea
Will you be so kind to stay by my side for awhile?
Don’t fly too high
Like a kite caught in the wind…
Don’t drift away…don’t fade to gray…
Women have noticed with alarm
Justice has lost all of its charm
Despite lamebrains
The fact remains*
Doctors have vowed to do no harm!
*FACT: One does not become an individual
until the umbilical cord is severed.
Until then, Matthew 18:9 instructs:
"If thine eye offend thee, pluck it out,
and cast it from thee"
Dunk in dyes, tainted, nor tinted,
In world, not by its ways weathered;
Come, put a patch of love ‘pon me
That we get not ever severed;
Death, only your shelter is such,
Op-eyed can one sleep undeterred;
Roads wind not any straight for long,
Beware, feet, of their ways wayward.
Birds ask branches: you know wood well,
Who’ll opt, be spade’s grip un-bestirred?
Old memories tend to get blurred,
Milk of life curdles into curd.
I know critics are keen to judge,
Would they, poems unread, unheard?
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Inspired by a Gujarati Ghazal by Anil Chawda, yet, this does not claim to be a fitting translation of the original. To retain the Ghazal form, style and diction, subject matter sometimes has to be modified.
Ghazal |13.11.2021| world, love, death, ways, birds, memories, poems
We all have a thief dying to come out
We must control that side of us…We must undo that knot (we must solve the case)
We are victims in our own minute minds…no doubt
We must arrest that criminal…before it causes mischief and what not (find your own way out of my maze)
Reawaken from depression
Don’t be weighed down by apprehension…
Stay awake…don’t wither away…don’t move a single muscle
Listen to the whispering wind…and its rustle
Promise me you won’t drift away
Drowning in depression
Don’t let me influence you to a certain degree
Stay alive…and be content… wait till Resurrection
Glisten as the sensational sun…and its sun rays, glittering with glee
(chorus) Weighed down…
I’m wearing a remorseful frown…
Weighed down…
Gravity holds me down
To the ground…
without a sound….
Face down…
Without a sound…
left there without a sound…
Without a sound…
no one cared…
they never did
from the start
And it breaks my heart
To say this,
but I feel this way…
And I don’t want to
fade away…
Left without a trace…
Look at my bloodied face
And solve this bewildering,
Outlandish case
While you do that,
I’ll be running the race
But, I’ve learned
That we all wear that mask…of a miserable clown
Weighed And Found Wanting
Written: by Miracle Man
12-26-2019
God provided a way for forgiveness of sin,
so we must trust in his sacrifice on our behalf.
For God, on the cross, became our linchpin,
If accepted HE remembers, no longer, our chaff.
By accepting Him we’ll walk a narrower path,
one void of worry when in judgment we stand.
A path that at life’s end will escape God’s wrath,
and hear HIM say, enter in, at my right hand.
Matthew 25:41
“Then shall he say also unto them on the left hand, Depart from me, ye cursed, into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels:”
Weighed and Found Wanting
By: Tom Wright
3/27/2006
The greatest attainments in the life of man
Takes rest on the lightest side of the scale.
Things penetrated only by our imagination
Are quickly weighed and also found to pale.
grass weighed down by rain
springs up, splashing my shoes...
an april shower
Sometimes I wonder why I can't move on
From thoughts and feelings weighing down my mind.
I wish I could cast off this awful weight
So I can plan my future and be free.
Perhaps I need to find another path
A different trek so I can start again.
With choices made that keep my mind at peace
Instead of dread that I can't disconnect.
Our inner turmoil locks us in our past
Yet, we're the only ones who can remove.
The strings we weave that then become our ropes
That tie us up preventing our release.
So, as I sit and contemplate my way
If I forgive myself, and then stay true.
Believe I can indeed remove my chains
And never let them weigh me down again.