Love walks away...
Day-in day-out on what heart wants,
Leading astray...
What heart needs, hurting what lust flaunts
Against heart's will;
Tomorrow shall find out the best,
Lust don't run still
To sustain beast; a trying test
That locks up joy,
Of unrest gauge- swinging heart's eyes
Like a playboy,
Whose smartness can't hang up late sighs
Wandering near love,
Enough to beat tricks; lust employs.
Quest seems a dove-
Taking love down on track, hade poise!
What is love's stake,
If life ends all dreamy heart, wished?
Lust brings such ache...
Upon all love builds long vanished!
Yet hope stands firm,
To conscious choice of what love hate.
Running off term;
All day long till nonsense negate
Lustful hope's time,
Reaching for timing, love would stop
Heart rating crime
Love negate towards been the top.
This is to the humble barbers, humble farmers,
average Joannas & Joes
who give their all, day in day out,
but who most will never know
You all deserve recognition,
whether people know you by name or not
Thank you for everything you do,
It really means a lot
A bag of bones tucked in the trees,
Nestled against the fence,
Camouflaged by branches and leaves,
Heavy with the weight of death.
It tells a story of mystery,
No longer here in this world, but in the stillness of the bones—
Once a living, breathing form.
An animal of sorts,
Fallen prey,
Once roaming the orchard,
Living off the land,
Day in, day out,
Surviving at best, hiding at rest.
The land that nourished life
Now provides a resting place
For the weary bones that will turn to dust—
The bag, opened by predators,
Animal instinct in survival mode,
A gust of wind scattering the bone dust
Back into the food chain.
A once-living creature, now fertilizing the earth.
The cycle of life continues
Through all the seasons.
No longer a mystery; the bones, now dust, lie
Beneath the apple trees.
In a roaring ocean of grief, she plunged in.
A widow, she's a hodgepodge of emotions;
Caged all alone in melancholy's dungeon.
Day in, day out she's going through the motions.
Bereft, her composure is barely intact.
In mourning; a shell fragmenting on impact.
The loss of her spouse has left her in tatters.
Quite feeble, a fragile glass that could shatter.
wish I could travel
lose myself day in day out
explore elements
Written 23 November 2023
Divorce Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Matt Caliri
Divorce
Day in day out I reel with deep despair
Imagining how my children will fare
Visibly without motherly fondness
Other than just fatherly tenderness;
Rather than musing on the deadly mess
Cautious I am to scan my stoic side
Envisaging how pains to cast aside.
boredom
day in day out
then you kissed me
YOU LEFT ME WITH DEMONS
I FIGHT EVERYDAY
PAINS I CANNOT SHARE
SCARS IN PLACES UNSEEN
YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE MY PROTECTOR
BUT YOU TORTURED AND TORMENTED ME
YOU MAIMED ME
LEAVING ME WITH DEMONS
I FIGHT EVERYDAY
NOW I AM THIS CHILD
THAT IS LOST AND CONFUSED
LOOKING FOR LOVE IN IMPOSSIBLE PLACES
SEARCHING FOR YOU EVERYWHERE
HOW DO I LOSE THESE
DEMONS THAT I FIGHT DAY IN DAY OUT
HOW DO I FIND MY WAY BACK TO THE LIGHT?
I AM LOST AND BATTERED AND I DO NOT KNOW MY WAY BACK
BECAUSE OF THE DEMONS I FIGHT EVERYDAY
Water and I become one
set sail for our voyage
day in day out
we float on open waters
beneath tranquil blue skies
letting all our worries go out to sea
until our voyage comes to a halt
and I awaken from my dream
calm and refreshed
I eat them as if l am possessed,
I ravage them one by one intelligently,
Chewing carefully but mercilessly,
Orgh, they taste sweet, nice and crunchy,
Better than loose biscuits from market stalls,
I feed day in, day out,
As l feel them running down my esophagus,
Electrical whispers making connections,
Unfolding stories with each firing synapse,
A saga of thoughts, be it ancient or bold,
Always hidden mysteries waiting to see,
In between the enigma of minds,
Breathing them every second of my life,
Making me live like l can’t live without them,
Generating ideas 2miles per second,
Seeing through mishaps beforehand,
The biggest star of insight,
Guess there is nothing it can’t do,
The hero in darkness and daylight,
Sensitive to life ebb and flow,
A universe of thoughts, uniquely mine.
Waves and seas and blankets of sweat.
Tales of a tryst of two intertwined.
Awakened to a thrusting throb
betwixt clenched lips of legs.
Sleeping and waking. Woke and sleep-deprived.
Exhausted from this new connection,
But yearning for even more.
As we explore each other's bodies...
Day in, day out.
Once a Day.
Doctor away.
An apple for play.
Slay then lay.
Sunken in.
Comfort of sin.
Complete bliss.
A kiss.
A twist.
Again. And again.
In and out.
From behind and in front.
Side to side.
On the inside.
Straight on top.
Laying atop.
Holden in arms.
Legs wrapped around.
Beside, Abide, between thighs.
Hands on head.
Scratching. Massaging. Kneading to be needed.
Pulling in deeper. Building in intensity. Passion explodes.
Achieving climax together.
Exhausted from the evacuation of ejaculation.
Juices flowing. Fluid exchange.
Collapsing. Igniting slumbers and dreams divine...
Falling asleep on top of one another.
Breathing combines.
Two become one in spirit and flesh...
Boned in body and bonded with flowing blood.
07.02.2019
Being broke
Life sucks
A crumb
Of Hope is what I need to survive
Like a rooster without feathers
That's how I feel a joke
Though being broke plucks
Away Confidence and Dignity I’ve tried hard to be numb
To this life
But chronic poverty inequality no investors
In one’s life crushes one’s spirit sometimes I wonder
Whether my situation is man made
Day in day out I’m frustrated and if this doesn’t get better
I’m afraid
I’m stuck for good
In this mood
this is a story...
of courage
and heroism.
after agonizing months
in captivity, withstanding
the churning maelstrom
of unspeakable horrors
day in, day out;
frequently subjected
to torture, mockery,
psychological warfare, etc,
the long-suffering prisoners of war
miraculously
make a break to freedom.
the great escape,
however,
tasted too bittersweet
to celebrate.
all but one was accounted for
the seemingly impossible
had to be done;
the intrepid soldiers
decide to u-turn back
behind enemy lines
to rescue one of their own,
no matter the cost.
fully aware
they're embarking
on a dangerous mission
that will suck them into
yet another maelstrom of war:
furious exchanges of gunfire -
they surge ahead nonetheless
they have no misgivings
dying by
the "Leave No Man Behind" code,
they live by.
Writing Challenge - M words - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
Theme/word chosen: Maelstrom
Date written: 03/20/2023
THE NOW
Seeking the vibe of energy gone
A glimpse of hope here and there
FEEL
Yet can’t grasp what was known
Day in day out arise the emotion
Could this day be different
My MIND
Laced onward in commotion
When when I ask in silence
Moving forward
BE STILL
The heart yearns for the awaken
Hand out reaching into the unknown
The test will unfold
PATIENCE
THE NOW has a story
by: Debra M. Falgout
All earthy lives still have to die.
I believe that's what's meant to be
though man and science question why.
We celebrate the joys of life.
I believe that's what's meant to be -
conversely, we don’t welcome strife.
We grieve to see loved ones pass on.
I believe that's what's meant to be,
yet always there appears new dawn.
We praise the dawn; it’s a new day.
I believe that's what's meant to be
whether our days be bright or grey.
Day in, day out, our world’s turning
I believe that's what's meant to be;
for dreams to be – hearts keep yearning.
We’re born; we age; this earth we’ll leave
I believe that's what's meant to be,
but souls move on! And THIS I strongly believe!
Submitted 12/14/22 for the Contest of Angela Tune: What I Believe
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