My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.
Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart.
Agony, sorrow, deep dejection—
Reflections in my shattered mirror.
My tear burns hot enough to bake bread,
Depression drapes a cloak on my head.
Love tortures like a lonely scarecrow,
Left to frighten birds in a rice field.
The bridge between our hearts lies broken,
Our love drifted with the tidal wave,
To an abyss filled with just sorrow,
Leaving my heart without tomorrow.
Deplorable dejection is despair.
It goes beyond mere human fear or dread.
It’s hopelessness, for which there’s no repair.
And should it cloak you (oh so hard to bear),
it's like a second skin you cannot shed.
Deplorable dejection is despair.
At times it visits youngsters (sad yet rare).
Most young folks do not have it in their head.
It’s hopelessness, for which there’s no repair.
Some bring it on themselves- caught in a snare -
with misery’s addictions they may tread.
Deplorable dejection is despair.
When caused by sheer bad luck, it’s most unfair,
for some know they are soon to end up dead.
It’s hopelessness, for which there’s no repair.
Some say to trust in prayer, but please do spare
me this. I know for certain when hope’s fled.
Deplorable dejection is despair.
It’s hopelessness, for which there’s no repair!
Aug. 2, 2022
For Emile Pinet's Strong Emotions Poetry Contest
Emotion chosen: Despair
When your mood is terribly shattered
When it cannot be properly bettered
Only remedy is chanting God's name
God will help you play wisely life-game
When you are by lethargy attacked
And when peace can't be tracked
The best technique is to just wait
And not flatly fall for fate's bad bait
When we feel sorry for bad results
Then we inflict on ourselves insults
Self-pity is a devilish practice dear
As that will totally freeze all cheer
Pick up courage and start afresh
Splash holy water on your flesh
Try to see the night-Sky for joy
Eyes and heart, you just employ
Fall never a prey for this sadness
As the end of sadness is madness
Boldly analyze the present shrewdly
Think of your noble mind proudly
Definitely peace of mind will arrive
Great plans through prayer derive
Happiness comes only via action
God is there to give satisfaction.
From the golden lamp a genie emerged
For a thousand years he had been submerged
Said, 'I can give you vast wealth
Or I can give you good health'
But either one by itself is a scourge
"The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched -
they must be felt with the heart."
Helen Keller —
American Author
born on June 27, 1880,
died on June 01, 1968
I walk through in sullen silence, sadness,
In tears, down the hall and forsaken rooms.
Chime. A text note on my phone from my son,
Good morning mom, how are you? I love you.
11/7/2019
"Blessing of writing to change the spirit."
Feeling Isolated and dejected like an outcast,
From years of intimidation, humiliation and rotten past,
Broken by dejectedness; a defined rejection,
Life has become a hopeless situation.
All I see around me is fear and pain,
With my integrity and wishes painted with stain,
I wish to live and try,
But all I do this day is to cry.
I’m gradually kicking the bucket in sorrow,
What I feel is something beyond tomorrow,
I still feel I’m riding on the suicide lane,
Yet, I wonder whom to blame.
But if this hard knock and depression continues to exist,
Then submitting to eternal silence will become harder to resist.
anger - bridge between hate and aggression
aggression - workable part of hate
think before you trample on
re-think before you quit feeling
hating others is society's way to maintain on surface
sometimes to sink is right thing to do
going down does not stand necessary for abyss
it could be your exodus
salvation
relief
hating others is society's way to maintain on surface
surface is mutilated
carved
polluted
it's spitting infant's dreams on the shore
under feet of our ignorance
immune we are
there's nothing left to die for
our future
spat in the shore
maybe one day
a child will happen
raise that conch
and hear -
don't worry, I have an army of angels keeping us safe
Rejection Dejection Connection
Rejection
So common to creation
this forced engorgement
signaling neon lit liquor stores
caressing the parched heart of acceptance
combustible fuel rails through veins
mercy begged
inhumanity relived…
again
Dejection
Diner eggs
hours old coffee
starch clad plumpness
white as snow
fills cup after cup
for me
for me
Connection
Outside
my eyes peer back in
a pastiche of winter night innocence
sitting now where once I sat
frosted windows
portray the anticipation I once embraced
stick figure smiley-faces
drawn by tiny hands yet to know
smiles turn downward
when coldness of heart freezes hope
Still he draws
Still I walk
First grin of the day forming
I guess i never will actually understand, i guess i am just antithetic
The quintessence i see
The quintessence i know
The quintessence i feel, all beyond my control
To be oblivious would be angelic, live my life identical to all the planet
Just close my eye's and pretend
Imagine the world as it was intentionally planned
Go through life with blinders as they say so the pain will go away
Ignore the hurt inside my soul
Just pretend that i am whole, and no one will ever know
But inwardly i will know
The intent to increase till i can no longer sleep
Light not accepted.......
physically deflected..........
spiritually poor reflected...........
poverty rejected..........
.....................at the guarded gate..............................
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Cinnamon stares
like wishes blown eastward
and stained on your skin
Well chosen words
like aching from depths
to your heartbeat akin
Glass shattered sound
like armies entrenched
holding hands 'round your soul
Tears, golden tears
like locusts still pulling
the shade on the girl
Wistful embrace
like haphazard thoughts
under wood to ignite
Shoulders sunk low
like a battle completed
before there was fight
Shaking stick legs
like matches too thin
to support their own flame
Stricken with grief
like infectious disease
nibbling away at your name
Silver bit hands
like frost on the world
in a film, super glued
All this and more
like the hollowed out frame
which was once called a girl.
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