A room, stilled in silent contrition, steeped in repentance.
Freshly dressed Roses at tables end.
Flowers die too; he confesses!
No more will he discern her voice
nor caress the gentle source of her existence.
Slumbered back against the cathedra he
decries the mellow cherub of the cardinal
perched aside his window.
A message?
As he dreams a tormented reflection of his past,
a tear pearls gently down as memories play
Silently in his pain.
He repines only now that; " if only he had been a better man". Hoping in chance that she may forgive.
Cease this pain to not sustain beyond his wish for a moments exchange!
His dream delayed. For his bride of many a year appears, waking him from his mare. In somber refrain he delights. Its you my love!
Never waste a moment to tell her.
Upon the atheist rests the weighty task
To show all knowledge stands on mortal ground
Can nature’s uniformity unmask
Or logic’s laws in reason’s courts be found?
And absent from God, such footing seems unsure
For concepts fade, absolutes ‘came obscure
Now, Santa Claus, in a cheerful mythical fray
Will liken faith in God to flights on a sleigh
But transcendental truth is not a game
Nor matter or motion, or bound to a Yuletide frame
God’s attributes no creature may possess
Omniscience alone is God’s mindset
Thus, by what is revealed, we clearly see
Reality conforms to His decree
Santa’s lore can’t rival what is afore told
For only God holds wisdom’s keys of old
So, in this search for truth, let hearts be wise
No creature takes God’s place because God decries
After her nightfall,
my morning arise...
temptation stands tall,
what grace did decries!
I couldn't resist-
the urge, wishes surge.
what morning insist,
rapidly emerge...
My heartbeats' workout,
roam her open street,
through mindful tryout:
tagged "cool deceit"
Her smiles display wit ,
romancing regret...
avoidable hit*
catch up what pains fret.
After my nightfall,
will her morning rise?
from what tears befall...
and give due surprise!
Sitting here with the wind,
as it swats at my hair.
The sun dancing with clouds,
with them our part will share.
The interplay of light,
that decries nature's sway.
Holds too the lost secrets,
of a more godly day.
From afar came the gods,
to plant the seeds of time.
Where desire can be king,
and a common man shine.
History will point out,
the man with iron will.
Who comes with a mission,
for a god to fulfill.
The ancient dark drama,
where a man has to choose.
from having everything,
when his life he must lose!
the minimalist
decries clutter
wishing for less
perhaps nothing
a seeking goal
already
fulfilled~
when a close one dies, we realise
we are looking at waves, not the ocean
light of our true Self, delusion decries
eye of wisdom calming commotion
The world collectively
lost its mind
When fires burned
our vision blind
From East to West
and North to South
Insanity
from mouth to mouth
The world has finally
woken up
Pundits quartered
their lies corrupt
Mobbed together
they screamed on high
But run for cover
—as truth decries
(Dreamsleep: December, 2023)
”Spontaneity chooses not to rehearse,
playful, joyful, embracing offered surprise,
vibrant in the void, one with the universe,
delighting beholding bliss beats within rise,
cajoling head-heart entwined, to pen a verse,
celebrating rebirth, when our ego dies.”
Wary ego, always tip toeing with care,
prone to weigh and size, negates offered surprise,
phlegmatic its stooped stance, mostly unaware,
trauma bonding with sorrow, with each breath dies,
head-heart in conflict, which never ever pair,
dwelling in the shadows, love and light decries.
A moment of truth
a century of lies
The left hand deflects
what the right hand decries
A little bit pregnant
the ending begins
A monster gestating
—and living within
(The New Room: December, 2023)
The ghosts of fear are nesting
glaring clouds that are driven
A procession of baying donkeys
The ponds reflection loudly decries
as gulls shriek for attention
Nighttimes plumage banishes bluish
A torrent of rain flatters
the receiving river
painted by the sunshine
in the days of gold
It's too bad there are only English poems allowed,
For I found the most beautiful poem,
the most exact, precise, lush, and sustainable string of words.
But they are from another planet,
A separate universe,
An odd community.
But the words,
Their meaning,
Transfixes time,
Melts the moment.
Decries of new gods.
Turns the very grains of sand into jellybeans.
But, alas, I cannot share it.
Only English language poems are allowed.
Thanks.
Okay, I'll give you the first line:
dlskfh[roeihujn wepfjwpei pweifjw'efipj.
If you knew what that meant.
It would change your world forever.
A proprietary hold on God,
religion does proclaim
Defining what we know inside
our souls will they reclaim
The Cross or Torah, Buddhist lore
each ritual decries
What can’t be owned or scripted pure
through centuries of lies
Divinity a birthright deigned
for those who search to find
What God embeds in every soul
—that structure can’t define
(The New Room: May, 2022)
And Now is Not When Not is Now
David J Walker
If everything must happen Now
And Now is now and not is not
And Now is then and Thin is Got
And one is When and win is lost
Wind will wend its way past Lest
(And sleep is never fraught with cost)
And evening east and morning west
And truth is lies unless its tossed
And everything has died in jest
The sun decries the midday frost
Now is not and not is now
And not will never cost a lot
Lustful eyes, feral their intent
Base instincts holding sway
Until we grant God’s love consent
Wantonness is our way
We may choose path of life
What avail, needless strife
Be a child, with bliss rife
Soul decries
Lustful eyes
03-March-2022
Quietus
Over The Horizon, Dedicated To Andrea
Beyond normal sight and imagination
Tho' perhaps a dear new sensation.
Hidden rainbows kiss blue skies
shall we issue cries?
Love begs not
Lies
to thus blot
out what truth decries
as life's greedy little tries
to dismiss such new titillations.
Beyond normal sight and imagination.
Robert J. Lindley, 10-02-2021
Form: Andaree-
Thanks given unto my friend Andrea
For gifting us this truly brilliant new poetry form.
This my first ever writing with this new form dedicated
to its immensely talented and massively gifted creator.
Mine is not displayed - as centered.
Note: - Form: Andaree
It is syllabic, with lines of 11/9/7/5/3/1/3/5/7/9/11
Rhyme Scheme: AabbcbcbbaA
It requires a Refrain: Line 1 is repeated as Line 11.
Generally displayed centered.
Note: Had to list it as "Rhyme", instead of its correct list of "Andaree".
Which PoetrySoup has no current listing for.
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