When words have fled there's a space
That echoes with nothing deemed stellar
No single idea to embrace
Profundity gone, it seems forever.
When chaos of life has intruded
Thoughts tangled into scrambled web
Creativity lost as mind's eye brooded
Blank page ignites emotions, reason fled.
Ocean waves ebb and flow with ease
Tormented poet desires tranquil pen
Dexterous words make readers believe
Unfeigned verse is legacy for men.
When words have fled there's empty space
That echoes with nothing deemed stellar
No simple idea to embrace
Profundity gone it seems forever.
When chaos of life has intruded
Thoughts scrambled into tangled web
Creativity lost as mind's eye brooded
Blank page ignites emotions reason fled.
Ocean waves ebb and low with ease
Tormented poet desires tranquil pen
Dexterous words make readers believe
Hard-fought verse is legacy for men.
"A straight! Two-three, five-six and eight,"
but Mildred bleated, "Ain't no straight;
you, Alice-ewe, are one dumb rump."
Bright chortles burbled round the stump
till Jingles raised, "Two straws of hay,"
too rich for Fay-Fay: "I can't play,
though, know that ram hauled in by truck?
I thought he gave me … lotsa luck!"
Suzette guffawed, "Not luck you meant."
"Perv, pigsty's where your mind has went!"
"Well, we all know why he's brung here …"
"Too bad it's only once a year."
"Who poofed?" sneered Molly, "That's so crass!
Wow, someone dined on rancid grass …"
Embarrassed Mildred urged, "Just play,
let's brighten up this gloomy day."
Belle brooded, "Yeah, dawn brings the shears …"
"Well you look cute, nude tail to ears."
"And your sagged udder shows you're old!"
Tense silence fell--that barb was bold--
but Alice, heedless, claimed, "Two pair!"
which drew the wrath of Mildred's stare:
"Two fives, a two with ten on top?
You're one stupid mutton chop …"
Was Backbencher
Academics Top Ranker
Sports Medal Winner
Dramas ace Performer
Backbencher Teachers pain
Not all dimwits and vain
Real life, celebrity genes in vein
Adept user of Left, Right Brain
For pranks often punished
Outside class, when I stood
Am not stupid, mind brooded
Am Polymath, briefly muted
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© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India ????
PS : The words are Reality of my School days, presented in poetic way. Have received Awards for Polymath attribute.
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
A Bright Sunday morning,
Brooded up with melancholic sparrows,
Dull and dusted eyes,
Drowning dread for destiny,
Captivating cameras on side,
Clowns of artistic caterpillars,
Madness of molten mind,
Mavericks turned to money mongers,
Trust transformed as bribing cash,
Temperament to toil itself,
Likewise,
Another century flowing forth,
An another life time.
Facing any criticism,
Like crude barbarism,
Had been true terror for me,
Stung my heart like jungly honey-bee...!
Little taunting enough,
To make my mind fluff;
Days and nights I brooded,
Over anything that deluded...!
Psyche filled with suspicion,
At two people's conversation;
They're talking ill of me, I thought,
When got chance, with them I fought...!
Doubts ate up peace like parasites,
Often led to silly fights;
Each one suffered damages,
Thought: have we turned savages...?
Void betwixt like valleys,
Widened each day like alleys;
Why betwixt humans such distance?
Why is such existence?
Tranquility got trailed,
Harmony re-railed;
Enlightenment,
Left negligent...!
During midnight prayers,
Alone at church-upstairs,
Heart filled with fears,
I implored the Lord in tears...!
Could a father see his son cry?
Doesn't he hasten to wipe his eye?
And so the lord responded
Took hold of me as though bonded...!
===
I bloom a smile on all today,
Forgetting events of yesterday;
No doubt; no venom; no burden;
Life has turned Garden of Eden...!
22 November 2022
Best Blessing Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Ah! The Realisation.
I brooded and cursed my life
Not knowing how to please my wife
I never felt love from her
But I felt dead without her
She was my everything
For her I was nothing
She showered some love here and there
Keeping me hooked on to love there
One day my heart fell apart
And I wanted to part
She just held on to my part
How could I now be apart
She played with me with joy
I like an idiot thought it was true joy
Little did I know it was a ploy
I was dancing like like a little boy
She went about her ways
Me doubting her no ways
She led the way
I followed her way
I thought she has gone astray
But it was me filling the ashtray
I wanted to give up my life
But it's tough taking a life
Then suddenly I realized
That life is to live and realized
Realized that it was an open relationship
And I presumed it as a monogamous relationship
I will now live an open relationship
Ah! The Realisation it's an open relationship
she filled her lungs with air and insanity,
her heart grappling for mercy against her chest,
growing weary from a dissociating tyrant,
her mind running laps to every nerve synapse,
fleeing from the feral monster inside her.
breathing easy was like an exhaustible task,
frail and meager, her body laid upon a bed,
her bones like steel prying into her flesh,
every living cell fixated on terror that ruined
her vitality and heralded imminent suffering.
on the monitor was a haphazard lifeline;
how does she return to life before this calamity?
how can she hush her heartbeats to a lullaby?
who can embrace her vulnerable heart with love?
who else can save her except for herself?
she solemnly sworn upon her life,
pleading for a day of being free from pain,
from sufferings that felt boundless and
like an overhanging demon that never leaves.
every moment she gave up, it became stronger.
until it weighed painstakingly with every breath,
she had an epiphany; a stroke of luck just in time.
manifesting a spear, she lunged it into her heart.
the demise of the dark entity that brooded within,
was the moment she saw the light, a new life.
Vortice violet.
A shoddy glow of dull light on shadow.
Shine might on ebon canvas.
Dark strikes with heaven's lancet.
Ray by ray day by day grotto,
With thoughts brooded in effluvium.
Contemplating why darkness has been made synonymous with evil.
Yet it's nocturne shrouds and lays safe passage for those oppressed by the light of our current day.
Granting slumber before reawakening; in the glare of expanding and unknown chromas.
My memory has been tainted
My mindset had been erased
My thoughts laced in worries
A lost expression painted my face
A place with no mirth
A place with a little injunction
A place brooded over past conversations
The sentences corrupted and caused dysfunction
The ghastly events raced through my head
The past plummeted through all my understanding
The idea of joy is mocked
I find life with constant reprimanding
Champing The Seasons
A March spring rose like December,
pale shadows meet, by my shutter,
blues screech, that I brooded over,
... my gist be faint, cause a clutter.
As seasons shift their daily quest,
recurrent graduate the stressed,
the day soon proves to modify,
this challenge is met, up go I.
Like December, pale shadows meet,
by my shutter, a March spring rose,
--that I brooded . . . over, my gist . . .,
be faint, cause a clutter, blues screech.
Capricious seasons my journey,
groove the best exact a tourney.
2020 September 28
*2nd Place*
Charonnet
~~charles messina
When I was a little boy,
I brooded day-to-day
Ever since I found out
I had my native tongue
violently taken away
Swore in my heart,
I would make my own language —
words only I knew the meaning of
Take the opaque warrior’s vocal signs,
and put an X for unknown
at the bend of the translation dead end
Smiley slave pretzel thoughts:
ice cold frowns twisted into warm oven grins
Webster catalogued the words which others made up,
mine’s no different ... no, not much
Nish told, vak tales
Denchie pose, talimaduchi farewells
Did you understand
any of those ... did you comprehend
the words I chose?
They are my linguistic jewels —
family owned ... orally ghetto grown
They are Robinson Coolsoul approved:
Webster say what!
Welcome to the zizi Thunderdome
Fly with me
This poem depicts a beautiful picture of how God often set us up for success.
An Eaglet is hungry in his nest
His body steadied in a cold rest
Mom comes flying in an undulating breeze
In each flight, she came with empty feet
Mom pushes her little one out of the nest
The young Eaglet fell on his chest
Hitting his face against the cliff of the hill
He picked up a beetle and ate it; his first kill.
He stayed by itself, no longer brooded at night
As time passed he was airborne for his first flight
Mother pushes her little one in and out again
As he screamed for food over and over again
“Mom, what are you doing?”?
“Hey! Mom, what are you doing?”?
Mom flew by, dangling a marmot in his feet
The eaglet lost balance in eagerness to eat
The parent swung by, daring him to fly
Lifted up high, he gave it a first try
He sailed across the valley, almost tumbling
In an undulating flight, almost scrambling
He tried to get his bearing, still trying
And for the first time in his life, he was flying.
9/14/17
Televisions getting muted
Signals getting lost or boosted
Meanwhile people hooted
Brooded and continually feuded
Was not one to make my drinks diluted
Made me snooze quick or feel rebooted
Having solutions
Handling problems without saying "Houston"
Already proven
Am only human
Not trying to jeopardize the world, because I don't want to see it ruined
Those that were undisputed
At one point or another, got uprooted
Who are you trying to kid
Hating is all that you did
Making sure, I soon win
And that I doom him(them)
Somewhat reclusive
Yet elusive
Not one to make excuses
Or rely on ruses
If you want to be intrusive
Then in the end, the evidence will be inconclusive
Went with and against the blueprints
How I meant to do it
Am one of the truest
With my music
Some folks scrooges
And others stooges
Grandma wore occasional brooches
Mom said boy stop being foolish
And so stupid
Took some cruises
Throwing up Deuces
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