¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ a rosy cheek,
¦¦¦ a coral lip ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ starlike eyes ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Fuel ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ his fires;
As ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ these decay,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ flames ¦¦¦¦ waste away.
But a ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ steadfast mind,
Gentle thoughts ¦¦¦ calm desires,
¦¦¦¦¦¦ with ¦¦¦¦¦ love combined,
Kindle ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ fires.
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
No tears, ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ shall win
My ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ heart to return;
I ¦¦¦¦ searched thy soul within,
And find ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pride and scorn;
I ¦¦¦¦ learned ¦¦¦ arts, ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦ disdain ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ power, in ¦¦¦ revenge convey
¦¦¦¦ love ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ I cast away.
(Blackout of Disdain Returned by Thomas Carew)
Too hot too hot yells the boy then he shouts
with four little waifs on the run he has clout
they jerk him around
by a swimming ground
poor little guy soaked and wet, like a trout
Too hot too hot he cries as he dips his head
still as a stalk they mistake him for dead
they yank at his shirt
four brats and a squirt
he stands there all wet in his soppy red Keds
Stop it stop it he hollers then he begins to run
with heart pumping joy he heads for the sun
its a fun loving day
for this small cast away
too hot too hot he shrieks but he doesn't shun.
Heart Cast Away
The heart, once cast away, is left to wander in the vast expanse of time, searching for solace in memories that now seem distant and surreal.
It's profound journey of healing, filling with moments of heartache and longing. Yet, through it all, the heart remains resilient, slowly finding its way back home. In the midst of pain, there is always hope, and eventually, the heart will come to rest amidst familiar comforts, ready to begin again.
My homies that don't know me from the outside in
And wherever home is I feel outside in
I feel inside out
Wide open and shut
I keep silent but inside me i am screaming aloud
I keep trying to learn me how to figure me out
Why do they stencil always try to figure me out
Let me sink to the bottom
Then they try to finger me out
Sometimes the world feels scaled down like a figurine house
And I'm a real boy
Or perhaps the houses chew toy
Now I know why they keep swallowing then spitting me out
Yes, I am never about
Yes I am hiding out loud
To my homies that don't know me from the inside out
The fog rolls in at the loss of a mother…by Poet
climb
into
the last time
you feel cold sheets
against your body
others plump your pillow
you hope to see everyone
before you close your eyes to them
they’ve dressed you in a lovely nightie
cast away opened-back hospital gown
you lay on death’s chest- there’s nothing to fear
painfully know you have to let go.
you feel the boat pulling you out
tears stinging your eyes and theirs.
the body’s staying, soul’s
departing the shore.
kisses on cheek
and forehead
blessing
you.
It’s
final
they’re grieving
near the lighthouse
a lookout for rocks
the blast of a foghorn
they’ve drifted into its midst
lost half a year with the monsoon
friends pick them up, wipe away their tears
a buried treasure hugged from time to time
2/17/2022
E Forms- Etheree
Sponsor: Constance La France
HMS
cast away this
little poem
beyond the cold brook
cast away the
fairy tale
from a children’s book
toss away this
silly dream
from the dead of night
toss away the
lovely girl
from your bleary sight.
cast away this
ancient chant
from your memory.
cast away the
little poem
and let the past be.
(click on the pic to preview my poetry book!)
As I drive down this lonely road
Wondering when it will end
I see my heart among the snow
Cold and alone laying with tire tracks
A beautiful sight to the eyes
But to this heart it waits to melt
The sun has not risen in many years
Just waiting for the snow plow
To cast me aside
(This picture is very close to where I live, just taken two days ago it's colder then crap up here, lol)
I am cast off, useless baggage
as I wait like a fixture
outside your door
discarded and ignored.
Oh, daggers of my agony!
I pose a threat
though I know not why
as I wait outside your door.
Am I seeing a dull, nameless puppet?
as I’m yanked and pulled
ripped and torn
as I wait outside your door.
For you hold the ace
our grandson!
the innocent one that I adore.
How you tease me
first you come
then pull away
for I cannot enter
your locked, blocked door.
Your house, too messy
Do Not Enter! plastered
outside your wretched door!
Still I wait, an unwanted relic
outside your impossible door.
Do I hear shouts? Curses?
My son and yourself
you, his wife!
Oh, the pestilence!
a daughter by his marriage
living inside that impenetrable door!
I am numb, washed all over
anesthetized, nothing
numb and ignored
waiting outside your deafening door!
My presence has created a war!
Jealousy is a demon that I abhor!
Pit of blackness, dirge of sorrows
more and more!
Weary laden, I turn
from your damning door
besotted and forlorn
as I whisper “nevermore”.
Written on 2/10/2018
cast away your sorrows and fears
let go of all the things that weigh you down
and soar into the night sky
past the moon and the stars
and into the cool embrace of the universe
float motionless and look down
on everything that was and everything that is
and everything that is still to be
you may not sleep forever
but don't ever stop dreaming
hold onto infinity
Cast Away
Waiting for you makes me feel
Like a cast away in Malden
So much golden sand
To slide my bare feet in
My feet feel each hot grain
Fills between each toe
Sun bakes the air around me
As I feel the warm wind blow
My eyes see an endless sight
Of such blue I can't take in
The waves, the crests, the tides
Loneliness, running thin
Waiting for you makes me feel
Should I hope you’d ever come?
I spend the day collecting seashells
Inevitably missing some
I’ll stare out into blue’s madness
Until the heat burns out my eyes
And never stop looking for you
Where the ocean meets the sky
Planes of rescue flew over me
While waves have eaten this coastline
I'm going mad in my sadness
Somehow wishing you would be mine
A stranded lone man
talking to a volleyball...
personified friend
though only listens
it gives him inspiration...
wilson the friend
© kashinath karmakar (Dec 2011)
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Placement:9th;(Dec 2011)
Contest:Senryu me a movie Scene
Sponsor:Andrea Dietrich
Tomorrow never came
And still throughout the deepest of love
So divine, a taste of sweetness
Thoughts controlled by one mind
Hopelessly I'll dream but only for one
I love only one
I've loved only once
Simple minds make powerful love
But who shall I love?
If love only came once
Empty hearts- tasteless thoughts
A sweet gesture before we depart
Whispers, cries of lust
Love stories spoken
But love wasn't born for us
So my words are vague(inside I'm so cold)
I close my thoughts and write with rage
Loves a centerfold open and closed
A diverse writer
For I am poetry
And the words bound by love has taken my soul
Silence me-
Hush my breath,
Whisper a feather, your kiss.
Defy dawn’s fast approach.
Could fate have proclaimed such a beauty,
Golden webs weaved entwining our souls?
Or has God blessed this union,
As our conjurer of love?
Perfection, my dear, is flown long last,
And gifted to the heart.
Sweep me away so that we may stay,
Forever one in eternity.
Cast away she remains,
On the deserted island of sadness
Looking around she wonders
Where has everyone else gone that made her feel loved?
Are they hiding amongst the driftwood memories?
Or have they left her there to die alone...
Tomorrow, she knows the sun will rise again,
But for today she succumbs to the darkness of her mind once more
The waves of silence drive her insane,
As she longs for a whisper of anyones voice to break the silence
She has pushed the world down under the sand,
But now finds herself searching for comfort in even strangers
Alone as the dawn of a new day arrives,
Alone as the moon rises in the sky
Afraid, Buts, Cautious
Destroys Everything, Failure?
God? Happiness? Imprisoned
Jackass? Killer, Life?
Monotonous, Nothing?
Options, Power, Quest!
Understanding, Voice! Witness
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