Bogged Poems

Bring to me seed of darkness

Bring t’me seed of darkness special,
I’ll from dawn, of brightness special.

Thoughts crowd the mind dressed as special,
Some more so, some are less special. 

What to wear, what not’s worth weighing,
In merit, one’s dress is special.

In today’s times of power and puff, 
No less is one’s address special. 

Bring to me a man bogged with blame,
Confess he’ll, goodness is special. 
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Ghazal |03.09.2025| dress, bless, goodness, riddle

Shadow of the Valley

I jumped on the train, feeling bad.
It cost me all the money I had.
Is that seat empty, tell me bub?
I asked, clutching my ticket stub.
I knew not where it was going. 
The man across from me looked knowing.
Will it take me to a safe haven?
Through the window, I saw a raven.
The man marked down one more tally
as the train bogged down in a valley.
The low sun cast a shadow dark
as I was forced to disembark.
The knowing man, he would not talk,
but I was going to have to walk.
I felt I would not be afraid,
as I looked to the sky and prayed -
and breathed my last earthly breath,
in the valley's shadow of death.

Harry Stole the Blackberry

Harry, a tiger salamander stole a woman’s blackberry
Quickly swam with it out to the bogged down Derby ferry
He was chased by a great crested newt named Terry
Terry wanted the device for his Great Aunt Mary

Mary heard of this and said to her brother Larry
Who wants an obsolete stupid antiquated blackberry?
Larry did not tell her, but he had hired Terry
To steal the blackberry back from the tiger salamander Harry.

How I need you

I need you Lord in every way
But I underestimate how much I need you

I need you in every thing I do
I need you when  I go to bed

I need you to sleep peacefully
I need you to wake up every morning 

I need you to say my prayers
I need you as I set to work 

I need you  in every activity 
Cause without you I can do nothing 

And that is why at the end of every accomplishment
Or setback or delay

I say thank you Jesus 
A response from a happy and trusting heart!

Some say we do not need God
In matters He has given us authority 

But man is weak and bogged down with frailties 
Eternally engaged with battles for survival 

And so needs constant guidance 
For by our own strength we can do nothing

Try to Live for the Moment

Try to Live for the Moment

Why relive the past?
Why worry about the future?
Each new day has its own promise
Why get bogged down in what can’t be changed?
I just try to live for the moment.

Now or never

Soon as a printed page turns to waste now, 
An old-age home gets a homeless guest now.

Why human heart has not grown since he came,
When taller gets Everest crest till now. 

Apes have turned human, man hardly humane,
Everything grows as better turns best now.

As man gets bogged down in needless battles,
He hardly has time for higher quest now.

Tighten belt, man, the call of time is now,
It’s now or never, here comes your test now.
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Ghazal |13.11.2024|men, time, now

The Edge of Darkness

Molten lava spews from my eyes
My mouth feels dry like the scorching desert
Fear, like a heavy boulder, sits on my chest 
My heart seeks where the Chimera dwells
A pit is forming in my stomach
My head is riding upon a vortex
Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind
forming a surrealistic whirlpool,
And I stand rooted 
to the ground like an Ancient Oak.
A sense of emptiness mushrooms within me
like the morning miasma obscuring the visibility.
My past carried off into the oblivion,
Every moment henceforth is 
pregnant with some novel challenges,
tackling a new task overwhelms me
despair overwhelms my soul undeterred—  
Bogged down by fate 
Tethered to my faith 
I am mired in a spiritual quagmire
unable to claw my way up to the Mount Calvary.

Curses

Good works, like a father to his children, you had performed.
Their life, like honeybees preparing their comb, you had formed.
Days and nights, in their struggles, you had participated.
Yet, their blind faith and belief in false gods you had hated.

To Bethsaida, you said that it should repent from its ways.
Would plants and shrubs that hide under trees feel the spring sun's rays?
They had bogged down in whirls of sins and never repented.
Trespasses in them, like fine poison in hemlock, fermented.

Indifference, like stale sewage, brewed in Capernaum.
In senseless pleasures, they had lost their equilibrium.
They fled from your friendship as though phasmophobia.
In musings of mundane mammon, they found euphoria.

Lack of faith and panic to change had taken their deep roots.
You shook their shoots and roots to make them bring forth righteous fruits.

Points Tail Feathers

Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning
heavier than usual, today they felt enormously weighted.
have I always been this bogged down? He wondered
Weighted down from end to end, fowled from way back.

his wife did not ask what was wrong.
She has learned it is better not to mention his aches and pains.
the cage feels pretty confined when he is flying like a hummingbird.
He gave her part of a stink eye, but she pretended not to see.

Phoenix men are grouchy in their older ages.
Point had never been grumpy in his youth.
When the babies were growing up.
Now they were gone; he had lost purpose.

Why don’t you reincarnate this morning?
The minute she said it, she knew this was a mistake.
Point gave her another mean look.
“Why? Do you want to get rid of me?”

She begged him to get a hobby, but nothing interested him.
I would be grumpy too, if I did not have a hobby, she thought.
She wandered into the back of their cage and began to write.
“Point’s tail feathers were roaring this morning….”

Spiffing Up

Replacing old things for so many’s a snap.
An upgrade, to them, is a breeze;
But I get bogged down in a kind of a trap -
Any change brings me down to my knees.

If it works, I can live with it, though it looks frayed,
Maybe faded or just out of style 
And no matter its worth, for whatever I paid,
It’s been looking its age for a while.

Yet at last I’ve decided to spiff up my space
And so little by little, I’ve started,
But saying farewell to what I might replace
Feels a bit like a friend has departed.

stork feels his oats

Stork felt grumpy now that rules had changed completely
My job used to be easy, I did it on time, and it was sweetly
But these days I am bogged down with extra things to drop
My knees are feeling bad, and it takes me twice as long to stop.

Maybe it is because you are older, a young stork had nerve to say.
This did not make him want to be in conversation with him the next day.
In the sixties, dropping babies at doorsteps had been so much fun
When he was agile, not fragile, on time and young.

Say it all

You can fairly well instruct me
Telling me what I’ve to do
You can say you never kissed me
And my feelings weren’t true
Say it all, if that is helpful
For your current state of mind
You can throw me in the whirlpool
Of the never ending night
There I’ll be, among the angels
But of course you wouldn’t care
Changing hearts with all your strangers
On the pages of nowhere
Though you know I love you dearly
Please yourself, deny the fact
Make it sound most sincerely
In accordance with each tact
I’m not bogged into that show
There’s no subject to discuss - 
Say it all, before we go
If that helps, or if you must.

Modelers' New Year

I'm always surprised to know "It's here!"
That is: the arrival of the New Year.

So many projects just sitting undone 
There was plenty of time for, when 1st begun

I know I've put many models out on display
Yet my 'started' Group has NOT gone away 

They spill out of various crannies and nooks
As do so many of partly-read books

The kits were each given a vigorous start
But bogged down against some obstreperous part

I say to myself:  "Be of good cheer -- 
You have ahead of you a whole New Year!"

The World Before Grey

She is
has always been
a safe place for joy
It radiates from her pale skin
Her frame is small and slight
The shadow walkers
fail to see her magnificence
“She’s such a daydreamer”
“When will she ever grow up”

Little magical things
recognize their own
Butterflies flit about and softly land on her
They feel no threat
She has an essential calm
Together they vibrate in harmony
Wordless whispers 
Wings of wonder
Joyful oscillations 
She leans into her happy
Unabashedly open 
Floating on imperceptible notes 
A delicate destiny
An eternity of possibilities 
Her direct path to joy

It’s so sad the shadow walkers cannot see
They cannot dream
They cannot feel her joy
They are bogged down in the muck of responsibility 
Yes, they grew up far too quickly 
To them the world is grey.

Ilheobeorin

I am lost in the dark again.
Can you help me find my way,
and the pieces that fell away
in my stupor?

First was brightness; it dimmed
Until, at last,
it fizzed out with no fanfare
and rolled down an empty drain.

Humour was next,
so bogged down by bitterness
that it didn’t land,
unceremoniously splattered on the road. 

Love was last, and it surely died
under the wheels of life.
Love is roadkill; salvageable,
but never the same again.

I am lost in the dark again.
Can you help me find my way?
And this time, get me out
into the safety of morning?

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