A Depiction of One Artist and His Starry Night
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a precarious world of indecision
a dark pallet of light
this brilliant depiction , it does scream , it cries out
blues and yellows swirl in a maze of defeat
a crescent moon suspended in a blissful evening , hangs lone in agony
I rest within this small town of hope
my eyes are saddened , my mind relentless in delight
You are mine , my asylum , my starry night a dimension of light under this wrenching canopy of demise
oh Vincent
After being left for the third and final time,
The prophecy is complete
I live in the day of myself and
I reside in my dreams at night
Where I am prized
I am someone’s reward
I don’t belong in the dark
Never to be hid away,
I belong in the sun,
In the light I am shown off
Where the sweetness never fades
And is never tacky
In my dreams, he
Never wants to leave me
Never leaves me alone in the dark
Preaches me in his darkest hour
And in his brightest
I scream
Are you entertained?
Are you not entertained?
Taking as much you could from me
You should be entertained
My Heart is of the Ocean
Deep and whole and blue and transparent
I dream of another
A depiction of many in one
A wonderful one
A wonderful dream
I could reside in my dreams for eternity
Only emerge into reality
When it grabs my interest only
Doing whateva wheneva
Distaste for snakes and liars
In the end, it’s just me, myself and I
Somehow it’s the best thing
Bouquets from myself to myself
That’s all I ever need
Living floats among day and night,
Crawl within a seemly steady stream,
Shift a person or a thing in its fright,
It encounters a bewitching scheme.
What a forsaken and cruel shire on society,
This world's commotion enacts pathetic,
That quiet, little voice of internal serenity,
Whose withering twilight adheres to panic.
After declaring what we can, the full is lost,
Whatever scraps of love are that clung to us,
While the one device that bears is exhaust,
Pitch the idea we've reared to roll the grass.
Or if you clutch every unit in the world,
Yet at life-ending, we gather a final breath,
Screams of utter despondency are gnarled,
The genuine wishes never procure breadth.
Obsolete decrees on respected wisdom,
Lurch amidst wooden mystical shrines,
Where insight is set in etches a gnome,
This is the spirit of our dove twines.
Written: May 12, 2022
Startled by the hallucination
of himself upon the wall
The man of a compromised conscience
cringes with apprehensive velocity
Debilitating panic emerges
with a disconcerting air of predictability
Transporting him, intangibly, to a setting that prohibits
his own narration
Forcing him to endure his biography
without any preferred revisions
The colour of your skin
Was almost dark and with sheen
it is sad of your death
For your colour will no longer be Seen
Your hair was jet black
your fingers long and slender
Your eyes were hazel green
And they will no longer be seen
Your laughter was so cheerful
You passing was so tearful
Wish you’re here
To hold you oh so dear
Your heart was full of gold
It did not get old
Because of you
Being ever so brave and bold
Written by mjm 2000
Depiction of Trump
When Trump we did create a depiction,
Many said he is a walking contradiction;
Never believe;
Does deceive,
And always full of false news and fiction.
Jim Horn
This is why writings my new addiction,
I have to address!
I say this to you with pure conviction,
I truly confess!
Letters make Words which then start fruition,
Then this will progress!
Raw emotive words leave no restriction,
Some feel they caress.
They can describe my every affliction,
Possibly endless!
Words pour out fluidly without friction,
And don't leave a mess.
Always showing my every depiction,
Can surely impress!
Uniquely drawn poems beam apparition,
These pictures possess.
I take time to mend all dereliction,
And never regress!
Words organicly come without fiction,
And this I must stress!. .. .... .....
For my next poem I have no prediction,
I'll seek to profess!
Depiction of Dereliction of Duty
No matter how hard you have to hunt,
Like that should never pull a stunt
Which would cause much mass confusion
While you wanted to remain in seclusion.
Now that no one knows you are there
And of course less could really care
For words so I can get something across
I am really always at a complete loss.
When you decided a decision must make
You were the only one who was wide awake
And aware that tomorrow just like today
Will always continue on without any delay.
Somewhere in South is where we live
And if my all to everyone, I was to give
Many people this probably would concern
Were made when I didn't take my turn.
Regardless we finally are at peace at last
And what once had become part of the past
Resulted in duty being full of dereliction
All part of my poem and its depiction.
each lungful of air
a reminder of God’s love
depict love and care
promote and embrace His will
every moment you get
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Hovering Low
Sighs and tears
I do not know
How to repair
This emptiness
Despondency laced with despair
Feels like suffocating
In a room full of air
Submerged in rancid clinging cloaks
Bound and battered stinging snares
I am tired, so trodden down
Buried beneath mammoth cares
The bed my only refuge seems
Fragile covers are my lair
So long it’s been
So many fears
I sigh again
Fight back salty tears
Cover my head
So many lost years.