It was me who broke my own heart,
Causing what almost set us apart.
I should have grinned when morning came
Atop posts of gaping day, with lunatics
Humming dirges of a broken world.
I remained glued to my gloom.
Rising from the pit of hell, I held
Concupiscent cats hostage.
The course of their waning speed of flight
Harmed my precisions.
From a boanerges' point of view,
Fierce elocution dampened by grey voids of
Unassailable haunts cripple the badinage of
Myths celebrated at dawn's memorial.
I weep through the voice of an alcove's
Muted spirit, one grace, forlorn and dew-wet,
Re-christened at sable-draped ceremonies.
Haunted by such recurring whims of deliberate
Schisms by harridans, I crawl on both knees,
Filching webs atop crests of arachnids.
I should have waved siesta's flag at 3 P.M.
Lush vagaries of new-sprouted greens yield to the
Mockery of phlogiston,
Leaving behind banters from drunken laughters,
Crackles from prostituting fires, meek and ailing,
And hells of sweat from my aching head.
With these rings, we said, "I do,"
Never planned to play the fool.
Too young to grasp loves weight,
Too blind to heed its rules.
We were D—drifting, never devoted.
We were I—insensible, inconsiderate.
We broke our Vows, splintered trust.
We were O—reckless, outrageous.
We were R—tangled, bitter root.
We were C—careless, never committed.
We were E—estranged, unraveling fast.
A word we swore would never be ours
became the silent sentence:
Divorce.
Too immature for love’s responsibility,
we fled into goodbye.
Could careless Carla cook a cake
her daughter Dora would adore
then feed to friends at Friday's feast,
which celebrates school's student-stars?
Her daughter Dora would adore
if cooking Carla could come through
and bake without the batter burned
then feed to friends at Friday's feast
a cake concocted carefully
to make more merry midday's meal,
which celebrates school's student-stars.
So care, took Carla, crafting cake ...
dessert her daughter Dora dropped!
Darling I forgive you yet I must part, so my love I am sorely displeased
Even in my forgiveness you have tarnished and dulled mine heart
I forgive yet still I must part, in your untruth displeasure you’ve called me out
Even in my forgiveness you are a lair a cheating doth
But to core values and heart of the matter
My heart matters in this I’m leaving you
For your unfaithful and lawlessness has finally stalled me out,
Darling I forgive you yet I must part
2/20/2024
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2024©
I love my diet, rich in protein,
Of snakes, squirrels, doves, and rabbits most lean.
I tell you this, and I am on the square,
Furry mammals delight beyond compare.
The swiftest, sleekest raptor in the sky,
I soar wide, circling with the sharpest eye.
As feathered death I swooped upon my prey,
But the rat found a hole and got away.
As Taloned Fate I still search and survey,
For careless critters to feast on today.
Before publishing contest news
I was on the floating sky heart
With the blinking stars to reuse
The love for lyrics on wise art
Mortal I’m for the birth cradle
But the astute light of the heart
Shows the couplet of hope bugle
To live long in the verse of smart
Immortal wisdom defeats lamp
Of the writing challenge in flow
But the winner sun runs on ramp
Cause the loser has no tint show
Rainbow recites the winner’s line
Dark cloud absorbs the loser’s brine
© Mahtab bangalee
Chattogram
04/03/2023
Nothing like them, never a part
of the people like my start
when it tells me wrong from right
activating my fight or flight
It starts off shallow like a pond
until it grows too far beyond
my control such as a wave
for I'm not someone worth the save
The careless whisper of that figure
who lives within with only a s
to contribute to my day to day
why won't it just go away?
You'd think it maybe my soulmate
however that is only the bait
for it doesn't want me to survive
even though it's not a right it can exercise
The murmur that is spoken of
never treads well above
a tone that only I can hear
cause there is nobody else near
The digital world comes
And an old man seems to become
A social outcast
Using a telephone instead of a handphone
Using a typewriter instead of a computer
Writing a letter instead of an email
Reading newspaper instead of electronics news
Having posting service instead of express delivery
Using a cash purchase instead of an e-wallet
You can't say
He is left behind in life
He is ignorant and careless
He isn't competitive
Actually he has his own world
To follow and to cling to
He is born in a different world
And lives there till now
He will change quickly
If the present world is happier, safer and more hopeful
But he just wonders
If the present world a paradise to live
Careless Friends
David J Walker
It was an every day
Forever
A never way
transcends
A newer day
that never ends
a day at last begins
a day bygone
the day beyond
pretends to be
another dawn
forever never sins
and never sends
for careless friends
This day the morning has not spoken
Cradled in earthly arms life remains still,
The great peace the east promised broken
After the raging fire an ice age chill,
The sky a blanket of radiation
Beyond logic a universal kill.
God looks down upon his creation,
History briefs many warnings of war
While a search in vain for mediation,
No one left to pray pass on cultural lore
This the perfect place for evolution
Yet there were idiots that knew the score.
God moves on this world without solution
Rampant intelligence a gift no more
Only species with no agenda no pollution
Will inherit the new era and spore.
© Harry J Horsman 2022
It's not that simple for hacking bank account
It needs advance information technology
Genius is breaching privacy, security and law
A misuse of knowledge and wisdom
Just because of greediness
A careless step will fall into his trap
Money can fly away without wings
Hardwork won't pay
Why is the world so terrifying
Why does the world whirl round without logics
Very unfair to an honest, abiding and devoting man
A life's saving has gone like the wind
We're facing a frightening magical world
With tough confrontation but defencelessness
Oh, my god
Blessing my friends
People tell rumours
Because they have bad motives
They're jealous
They snatch from others
They're greedy
They're overbearing
They're mischievous
But I tell only because I'm careless
I'm simple, straight forward
I believe my senses
I believe what I see
And so people pretend to be friendly
I believe what I listen
And so people say sweet words
I tell my feelings
And so people make plans
I'm educated
I see only evidence
A chance event
Can make a long long story sometimes
I believe my wisdom
I make my own judgement
And try to convince others sometimes
When one day I found that
I can't understand why my lover leave me
He didn't see my hard works anymore
He didn't listen to my feelings and love anymore
He didn't apologize with his sweet words anymore
He didn't smile with his sweet appearance anymore
Just like
I didn't see his heart at the very beginning
I believed my own rumours
Which my eyes and ears cheated my heart
Oh my god
Now it's too late
At first, it was like a fable
That a strung-up cable
Would be perfectly able
To remain stable
As far as a far-off table
But this, magically, did
The openness of a pot without lid …
And The Doubting his shame hid,
Still Abel’s companion did him bid
Not to walk away like a kid
For having walked into rules gamblers heed
First surrendering The Five thousand agreed …
But-Alas! –Careless Abel
Was not able.
Nowadays we're not free to do what we like
Omicron is the FBI
Unseen and axists anywhere
It's a spy globally
We do distancing ,wearing masks,washing hands
To disguise and to avoid it
We cann't afford to be careless
Because we're blind in the mind and the senses
Whenever facing them
Maybe only the six senses can tell it's somewhere near
And obey SOP before it's too late
Perhaps it comes only to capture the "disobedients"
Does it
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