Deep ache in my heart lies
A sorrowful shade spreads in all nooks of my room
Hot tears rise
The sun shines bright
Still my life is filled with deep gloom
Upright,
My plight
Vouchsafed to doom`s
Blight
Deep ache in my heart lies
Still my life is filled with deep gloom
Blight
I like the showers of the sowers' rainfalls—
Not that it shouts, but because it makes plants sprout.
The scenery crawls as field greenery sprawls,
That can extricate droughts from despairing doubt.
Butterflies paint brighter the greens of the fields,
And flowers flaunt beauty as bright, fragrant shields.
In dreams I crave wet seasons to whet my sleep,
Whose supreme comfort sustains my slumber deep.
I hate the stains that dwell in corners and drains—
Filthiness, a taboo my death will detest.
I despise the dirtiness my soul disdains,
A deep aversion heaven and earth can't wrest.
So sew your flowers' seeds and weed my garden—
No matter your mistake, my mind will pardon.
Love will invent the wheel of our good rapport;
Just don't adore foulness I so much abhor.
the electric jungle gives us a surreal glow
we think we are in charge because we do not know
that we are blind and stupid, letting the environment die
someday our ancestors will be crying “why?”
Why did they let the forests all get cut down?
Why is there smog and smoke in every single town?
Why are the fish all dead, thanks to pollution, dad?
We are all guilty, for we did not stand up; we are bad.
When we die, we will decompose and become coal.
Is this our legacy? Our ultimate and only goal?
We are pure energy, but who remembers? Who is bright?
The light no one sees is our soul, but our silence is a blight.
Mr. Potato
a.k.a., Spud Murphy
'I'll have another cigarette,'
as John Lennon (1940 – 1980) writ,
'And curse Sir Walter Raleigh (1552 – 1618)
he was such a stupid git.'
However,
(altho' to his cost)
it may have
gone to his head
(which, unluckily, later he lost),
Raleigh introduced
the noble potato
(the blight of Ireland)
into Britain — ca. 1586,
and what's more
tobacco it did eclipse,
so yes indeed, his is the face
that launched a thousand chips.
Lo, do I grasp with my wretched fingers,
Onto where my heart it still lingers,
Tendrils hold as though a parasite,
With it's life causes my blight,
Even withered it does not die,
For its mother hears its cry,
Nurturing back to good health,
Yet it is I who have dealth,
Suttle thoughts fuel the proliferation,
Making death its instrumentation,
Rest from it comes with the welcome of dirt,
To a place where the heart shall not hurt.
The prancing Animal
Through the Woods it Went,
That house Full of Wool,
That was Truly — a Tent.
“Has the Hole been Dug?”
How had It Gone?
Hunting the animalistic Bug,
How saddening, Ron.
Antelope, insect,
Appealing or Not,
A many will not be too checked —
As they weren't Noticed -- Through the Knots.
Never, or Ever -- will The Big bug Bite,
Not again For the Bug of greatest Of Sizes.
“No, not bug, But some Blight” --
Ness, You will Not win those Prizes.
Blight,
Growing,
Toxic seeds
Festering deep
Within cracking souls,
Shaded beneath blackthorn,
Watered by innocent's tears,
Blooming like demonic cancer,
Thriving on infinite misery,
Dissolving veils between conflicted worlds.
Faltering, earth trembling, Demi-Gods raise
The pyres of hellfire, hauntingly glow,
Among backdrops festering hate.
Eerie silhouettes reflect
A macabre ballet—
Twirl, twist, contort sin.
Sulfuric rain
Snuffing out
Hope's rays.
Blind.
They sure bear battles but no enmities,
At borders build brotherhood’s bonhomie,
Exchange smiles and burry adversity
That may arise from mutual miseries.
The wars are won by kings and their counties,
Soldiers only fight battles and lay life,
Their families suffer deep abject strife,
And forgotten once settles all the crease.
They that build bridges soon are forgotten,
Conquerors cross over, Ravan to hunt,
Victorious, Ram-Laxman feel triumphant,
And monkeys that made it miss all the fun!
They that know nor yet hate, each other kill,
Those that hate, scarce with scary battles deal.
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Sonnet |02.10.2023| war
Poet’s note: ‘Ravan to hunt’, the reference is to Ramayana, an epic poem of some thirty thousand quatrains called shlokas. Today’s world is full of conflicts. Whilst battles rage, who suffers? The common folks, the so-called couth and innocent of the society. This sonnet is born from this anguish.
when the sun bakes poor earth dry
and howling winds make trees fly
then I will build you a nest
somewhere safe for you to rest
when no longer can I toil
in fields dying of dry soil
I will try to build a well
to defer tomorrow's hell
and when others come to steal
what we have left for a meal
then I will defend and fight
to protect you from this blight
when all done, and no more fear
I will wipe away your tear
then we look with no sorrow
for a brighter tomorrow
A Jueju-Qijue (7 syllable) Poetry Contest
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Much As Love And Hope Defeats Blackest Blight
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask
To stride a victor over battles fought
A winner, hero, to live again thus sought.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
To view morn again, revel in delight
So too, shall hope gift its defending shield
Much as beauty to mankind such truth yields
Knowledge within life's wandering parade
Revealing heart's dreams are too oft overplayed.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Beg forth a basking moon, to defeat night
So too, will joy and happiness return
As wisdom teaches, life's truths we must learn
Alas! To man a great battle to win
In this earthen sea that so darkly spins.
I shall walk from the dark into new light
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight
So too, may faith in recovery ask
Does not the hero, in great courage bask.
I shall walk from the dark into new light.
Much as love and hope defeats blackest blight.
Robert J. Lindley, 4-07-2022
Rhyme, ( Found Within A Deep-Sent Night Dream )
Ebony paralysis
Midnight air
And seemingly darkness beyond compare
Dawn is broken
Blackened hearts
Dark
11/19/21
Written by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
I feel you there,
Your gaze sends heat through my skin
Do you know what I've done?
My hairs stand on end,
Slowly, I watch you
Packing your bag in the night
Slowly you leave
Spreading this terrible blight
I feel like I'm burning
An ant beneath your scope
Do you know what I've done?
Your eyes meet mine,
Raging blue fire,
Your bag on your shoulder,
So, you know now
What it is I've done.
The UK just sanctioned a jab
That scientists made in a lab
My best friend, Maxine
Just had the vaccine
Which left just a tiny green scab
Her husband was lying in bed
He lay there with eyes full of dread
He didn’t expect
This weird side effect
His wife had just grown a new head
Then Christmas arrived right on cue
And Santa had had the jab too
And while it sounds silly
He’d grown a new Willy
And Maxine screamed... I’ve got one too.
Her virginal leaves have aged to gray
Delight she once showed now gone astray
Snowball bush who used to be so bright,
What has happened to put out your light?
A drab of blight on the forest today
My fine sweet princess, did someone slay?
Cut your branches with an axe today?
If you tell me I will make things right.
Forever now a sorrowful sight.
A drab of blight on forest today
Your death imminent. What can I say?
I truly loved you in every way
Will try to fix you with all my might
I can still sense your marvelous light
A drab of blight on forest today
Blight coutured firefleas
Promotional parasites
H angover lingers
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