Life, already, is difficult and short,
with pain dealt by the hands of others,
as in relentless judgment they hold court.
I've had enough from my sisters and brothers -
without burdening myself with blame
for times that I have hurt relatives and friends,
or myself, with decisions I have made.
No more will I live in regret and shame
but adopt an attitude that mends.
I have already overpaid.
A vine in winter…
stripped of its leafy clothes
shivers in forlorn silence
as it sways and scrapes at the colorless sky.
She walks alone…
in a barren, winter field
hoping to find a way past her tears
stinging tears, of loss and sadness
burdening and weighing her down.
A sudden choking chill of frost…
descends upon the vine
frozen fingers cling mercilessly
threatening to break it
from its brittle, hardened spine.
She looks up at the hazy sky…
the obscure, distant sun still shines
and a quiet hope begins to germinate
as her desperation dissipates.
A shoot sprouts anew on the vine…
…her revival has begun.
With internal devices I fight,
Battling my demons of the night.
Inside I am cold, empty, and alone,
Frightening faces, a burdening tone.
The blood of nights passed,
How long must they last?
Screaming shadows cast through the room,
Summoning the sense of utter doom.
The plague of the darkness,
It lasts with death's kiss,
A suffocating silence,
The vibration of defiance,
Echos in deaf ears,
Calling upon foreboding fears.
Churning guilt, a face of it's own,
Haunted whispers chilling the bone.
The Burden Man sits and plans your demise,
He consumes you slowly; feeding on lies.
He never sleeps; neither do you,
The paranoia becomes too much and you're through,
You're being eaten alive, from the inside out,
You can't breath, nor can you shout.
The Burden Man wins; he always will.
Your presence, it haunts, it lingers still.
The Burden man whispers his ominous dictum:
"I am not your friend. I am your victim."
The Way To Sunrise
Would we admire the stars, if it weren’t for the night?
Without that darkness, would they have glistened bright?
What gives justice its importance, its desire?
Doesn’t the cold fade away to light the warm fire?
Would honesty exist without the cave of lies?
Could trust be built without a fake disguise?
Our world isn’t a perfect, little ball of happiness,
The dangers cause safety, desolation causes liveliness!
Every happy moment has a painful past,
Success hides our burdening failures last,
Bright lanterns are made for eerie paths,
Villains lead to heroes, wouldn’t you agree with that?
Gods are sculpted to vanquish monsters,
Those cold, dark towns are why light prosper,
The rejection of stupidity created the wise,
After all, every sunset is the way to sunrise!
Indrani A. Deo
Theres all so much and so less in me..
My eyes and my heart
are but reckless youth
Shouldnt you wonder for a moment
before burdening it so
Quite a lot of you
Weighs my dear heart,
down like an anchor
Shame that it Seldom grounds
What that is about you
The pondering is long and listless
The something that gnaws at my heart incessantly and
leaves it all cold and in peril
Oh to gather you
and all your colours and rhymes
Till forever ceases, if i could
The smile such of
the breeze
in summers harsh beating
It hurts, this malady of hearts
But you just walk by
And i,
Have tides ,
ebbing back and forth my chest
Waves of bliss bidding farewell
Id clutch and grasp at the migrant waters
Theyd slip right out,
drag me behind
for just a little stretch
Then leave,
no words for the orphan at the sands
You're out of arms reach,
Sweet sanctum of serenity,
An island that dwells in dreams
And our destiny is
of the twisted stars
and a frayed red twine...
Two choices I had, which life served
Fight it or take a flight
Flight was tempting, why else did I have my wings?
Death waits for me on either side, the archers being veterans.
I fly, but not as high
Fear of death burdening my back
I fall to the ground, the easy choice is gone
Death becomes my inevitable fate
Burdensome fear vanishes leaving a sore of my last mistake.
I pick my wings, I sheath myself, this time
To fight the abusive arrows, deliberately hurled
Feathery wings or Iron Shield?
Perception diluting their difference
My wings can be anything I want them to be
Today a shield, tomorrow an Umbrella
Protecting me from the scorching heat of evil thoughts .
Or a Life Boat surviving my inner dark storms.
Or a paint brush painting the empty canvas of my mind with awareness of self.
One of the many secrets of life:
There is no true freedom.
Man is slave to his own ignorance
And to his own personal sense of reality.
This, in turn, leads to another secret:
The only true sin is ignorance.
All the sought-out and accepted teachings
Of priests and prophets,
Rabbis and theologians,
Imams and evangelicals
Are just rhetoric, empty words from hollow men
Purportedly meant to give
Comfort and order to Man's life,
But only succeed in burdening him
With a genuine and profound sense
Of undeserved guilt for sins he did not commit.
All the answers Man thinks
He learns from these teachings about life's secrets
Are merely vague, naïve assumptions
Based on unlistened to answers
To unanswered questions,
In his trite and pitiful attempt
To deal with the biggest secret of all…
The reality of death…
And coming, finally, to the inevitable conclusion
That there is no arguing with reality.
Author's note: There is no forestalling the inevitable moment, whenever it may come. The best that most of us can hope for is, that when it's our turn, we might possibly go saddened but not embittered.
"and the birds twitter like whispering violins "
Quote by _Constance La France
Seasons have no censorship on bird chirps in my hometown,
Even our temple bells are unable to calm them down;
All that I feel at their Twitter of various styles are:
Take things easy! Sing! Dance! Fling all that's burdening you, far...!
My violin has no season or reason to play on,
It plays in summer or winter or when fall is far gone;
Do birds have sadness filled in them, to relieve which they sing?
Though voices vary do they have special songs for the spring...?
I compare my violin voice with that of the bird songs,
In each gentle twist, my violin has versatile gongs;
Messages millions to minds million both dare to convey,
Though harmonies of both have their nature-directed way...!!!
15 May 2023
Winter is leaving a patchwork behind
Woven lumps of snow, for spring to un-wind
Melting into flowing streams, easy to follow
Right on down to the river bend's flow
A place for my soul's revival, under tall pines, soft soil
A nice place of rest from burdening toil
I can imagine I'll be there pretty soon
Set a date with my muse sometime before noon
The river may show me something special to say
Bringing with its music, a refreshing, new day
Heidi Sands
4/10/23
Received POTD 4/12/23
Holding tight to this confession;
Love is a poison, maddening;
Soft words ignite like a matchstick,
my cocoon explodes in wildfire;
Exhale now your heart’s expression;
Gravity’s heavy; burdening;
The weight of a smile’s hard to kick;
Sticky situation is dire;
You are so right now I’m homesick;
Lifted, baby take me higher.
people dont always reveal
exposing their curled horns sharpened
towards the sky
elaborately torn or newly shown
wings
gigantic over towering
guiding their soul
who says there are angels
when to be told were all sinners
was there a time when we were saints
you cant
those twisted thoughts engraved into
the stems of our brains
scorned into our flesh
the stench too strong to deny
burdening makes it harder
especially if there is shame for those scars
living
yes but at least you are breathing
somethings cant lurk in the void forever
boredom eventually becomes you
reach into the abyss
feeling and hearing those whispers
those my love
are your demons wanting to play
Hope
assurance optimism
expecting believing anticipating
encouragement confidence sorrow distress
saddening burdening lamenting
bleak gloomy
despair
8-12-2022
Dazzling Dizzy Diamante Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Caren Krutsinger
Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
Exhausted with stress
Feeling the burdening weight
The sudden longing to decompress
Realizing his tired state
Unable to continue
Acknowledging the weakness
He struggled and knew
Sinking into the darkness
Gasping for air
Reaching for help
Letting his last breath be a prayer
No longer would he yelp
The waters consumed him
Others did their best
But he couldn’t swim
Now his body will rest
Carolyn Devonshire-Poetess I never met
was similar to I for she also had regret…
Remorse maybe complexed and burdening to one
never brings no peace of mind and certainly no fun.
Before money there was trade and bartering in chase
no-one really knows who invented the replace,
Though many problems have occurred due to the creation-
homelessness, poverty, social deprivation.
To be compassionate, kind from goodness in our heart
we may share human feelings for others to be part,
To make known, to engage in hope of a solution
bringing all together so there is no exclusion.
For we’re people, we struggle for life can be hard
we empathise, sympathise and NO we won’t discard
Human beings- poor or sick, downtrodden often years
as we care so we will share overwhelmingly to tears.
* this poem I wrote after reading 'Regret' by Carolyn Devonshire.
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