Dust laden window grilles,
Lime scales on the shower door.
Detritus below the fragmented doors,
Commiserating the saudade and furor.
Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt,
dusty sheath peeping thru sleek curtain pleats.
Scalloped valance swaying and bewailing in silent grief.
Scattered around are the pages of the brief.
Culaccino marks on the table,
Shriveled up and dried plants silently standing in a row,
A zestful soiree, which took away all the glow long ago!
Categories:
commiserating, relationship,
Form: Free verse
To see forever
I left the ship at the industrial part of the island
my tour of duty was over and took a taxi to the other side
to take a ferry to town.
At the café near the ferry landing, I drank a few beers glad
my work was done thought about what to do in the coming
days of freedom from the confinement of life at sea.
Since I had hours to wait, I bought a fishing line, hook and
a sinker, as bait, I used banana skin (it was all I had)
The water was so glass clear it appeared limitless I could
see the fishes swimming about and the seagrass slowly
waved with the mild current.
Bending forward, so fascinating looking down into a watery
world, with water so pure, it was as if the fish was swimming
in the clouds, thought of the Maori fable when the sky and
water was one, and life had yet to be born.
Somehow in my dreaming trance, I fell into the sea, people
came running, falsely commiserating over my mishap.
In the backroom of the café, I changed into dry clothes.
Categories:
commiserating, best friend, blessing, corruption,
Form: Blank verse
I stand here on a tombstone
where many old lovers died
my eyes filling up the ocean
from rivers of droplets cried
is this some silent nightmare
no, the sad facts are all true
a fitting storm now above me
while the sea is raging blue
would it seem a better photo
my damp chest dripping red
from a body commiserating
with skulls of passions dead
atop these stones I will pass
this restless spirit moving on
dreams for ghostly company
all my yesterdays long gone
Categories:
commiserating, fantasy, fate, loneliness, lost,
Form: Rhyme
My eyes have been
trying to tell
you---
Look at me again
With your bold
scrutinizing eyes
That searched
underneath my skin
Pulling all that I
was:
Moon causing tides,
Leaflets kissing the
sand,
By your peculiar
countenance.
Touch me once more
By your hands like
tinder
Burning into flame,
And I'll be
preoccupied,
Whether to refuse of
surrender,
A lean on my back,
A graze on my
shoulder.
Speak another word,
For your voice was
divine,
On Sunday mornings
when my name was
your psalm,
and there's no other
voice,
And I, your favorite
pastime,
King's favorite
fool.
Sing me the song you
used to sing,
That all to me would
rejuvenate,
And I'll stop
commiserating...
But if you already
have forgotten me,
If you've been tired
being nice,
Do not give me
anything I ask,
I'm a star which
lost its light.
Categories:
commiserating, goodbye, longing,
Form: Free verse
He undresses rumor to reveal lies
this is how the desperate man cries,
Extra Extra he tries to sadden ya,
a bundle of rancor rambles from the shambles of his shame
finding form on a page of purely personal pathos
what he can't have he taunts,
flaunts falsehood as fact in commiserating style,
vulgar and vile such as pornographic propaganda
designed to compell despair with poisened air,
what does he care, loyalty he knows not how to share,
decorum just a ditch in the swamp of his heart,
hurt hurt hurt is the mantra of his yellow emotion
a mud temple is his refuge,
burn love, ravage respect, ruin reputation
is the curve in his grimace, the grime in his game,
even the news stands have rejected his rank rubbish,
a character assassinator eliminated by the Poet's assembly,
take your delusional drama to the closet playa
hang it on a hanger of humbled heresy,
your rusty razor shall not go "haymaker" anymore
remain in your "hayfever" brought on by Truth's retribution,
a wedge maker is your legacy, a virtuous man your fallacy -
J.A.B.
Categories:
commiserating, bullying,
Form: Epitaph
Illegal Dying
On pursuit of greed
On pursuit of fame-
Gambling with precious life
Is no longer funny play.
We don’t guard ourselves
Marmon broke all bounds
Greed, flood gates opened
There’s a deluge
That inundates humanity.
We’re bait in water
Thrown by bungee jump
Into the deeper end
To bait wealth
With a piece meal
From our gullible hearts.
At breakneck speed
We travel, we pine
Barriers on the fiery way
Crumble under foot
That plods with might
Pulverising conscience
Under its deadly stride.
Expediency and experiment
Replace care and kindness
Egotism and hubris
Is a reflection on the mirror
To which we smile
Gloat and graciously spruce
With drab appetite.
We look to another
With an eye that talks
Questioning neighbour
How the hell he did it...
We don’t compliment
We enjoy commiserating
Dirges are our sweet songs
That titillates our hearts
Hymns are a discord
That is so insufferable.
Compassion out of windows
Is flung like a thief-
With a thud it lands
And held hostage
By angels of uncertainty.
JM
19th Nov’ 2013
Categories:
commiserating,
Form: Free verse