A curse that’s worse than the pandemic
Greedier populist verse became totemic
No halt of their catapult assault systemic
Seedier social media game now endemic
Whether it be some chanting panting cleric
Will ration all compassion not really angelic
Always decanting another ranting hysteric
Doubts planting the enchanting evangelic
Oligarchy malarkey their tarnished polemic
Climate fires rage but won’t call the medic
Derails with varnished tales any academic
Preening demeaning all left leaning satiric
Dystopian & myopian totally Machiavellic
We burn they’re still lippy well it’s generic
With their heinous intravenous hypodermic
Even if taciturn with boring name like Derek
Yearn for return of hippy trippy psychedelic
Not dippy all learn nature can be mesmeric
Don’t spurn love soars above stratospheric
Demagogue not pedagogue
Aghast & agog
Perfidious insidious fog
Reeks of the past
Slog through the smog
Musk seeks to flog
Earth & its serfs
Downed & drowned
In his dystopian bog
Even starry nights
Elon’s neon satellites
Seedier media perch
Utter nutter besmirch
Thriving in the gutter
Conniving depriving church
Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex
Or next bogus Rogan
Bogan slogans prevails
Alpha male tales derails
Sod the planet’s scars
Cruise trips to Mars
Odd bod driverless cars
Spawn a fake Tarantino
Remake.."Musk till Dawn"
Devil may care lair..
Loads of lies..skies chock a block
With spies...all eyes on the prize
Everyone Everything Everywhere dies
Let's not parley with gnarly snarly
Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky
In the dock for running amok
Time guys he did finally own up
To being as grown up..
As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)
exiled thoughts in a vacant lot
an abandoned path that trails
He loves me...He loves me not
a thousand dreams all forgot
heavy emptiness behind veils
exiled thoughts in a vacant lot
fragile pain in rust and wrought
Dead Sea of tears, sorrow sails
He loves me...He loves me not
left on doorstep, is what you got
a lonely home, struggles and fails
exiled thoughts in a vacant lot
fate untied an entangled knot
drifting apart, now hate entails
He loves me...he loves me not
lost in orbit, burdens brought
pangs of past, all trust derails
exiled thoughts in a vacant lot
He loves me...He loves me not
Slowly, I draw a deep breath before closing my eyes,
then picture I am floating on a white wispy cloud.
In my nebulous vision, I am not veiled in disguise,
for I've no need when riding high above the crowd.
Is there a touchstone on which my alignment is founded?
And is my mind too inundated with life's trivial details?
Sometimes I'm uncertain if my thoughts are grounded.
When traveling forward or backward, often serenity derails.
I debate myself over goals with serious contention,
and it's an ongoing battle, trying to decide... yes or no
to questions I don't want to answer. I need an intervention
about my dueling opinions. Neither of them will let it go.
Is it possible I can just continue gliding along above it all?
I'm not interested in chasing rainbows to find a pot of gold,
or losing what's important, if from this cloud I should fall.
If so, I'd enjoy blissful contentment every day, tenfold.
Faith
conquers
fears and doubts
Fortifies weak souls
and minds in the presence
of Holy Ghost’s strong power
“Wobbling faith derails our right path.”
June 15, 2022 14.23am
Hebrews 11:1
"Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.",
Last Sunday, June 13, 2022 was the Holy Trinity Celebration Sunday. This poem was also created with the inspiration of the Holy Trinity.
Fear is an appealing danger
With all logic to withhold your full capability
It lives in heart's manger
The heart attached itself to duality
Where one see its own detriment
And his grace cum chances
But live in fun-filled trances
Than going for a hard moment
Moments define our shortcomings
Responsibility is key to get stronger
Fear derails our bearings comings
Yet everyone isn't getting younger
#Itsfearfulsometimes
But be ye bold!
Words Wrought Within Dark Depths Of Deepest Grief
The bitterness of a malady sent
Epic heartache of a soul torn and rent
When morn's rays disappear and all joy hides
Sea stands still, moon refuses to bring tides
Light tis invisible all is cold dark
Flowers have no petals, trees have no bark
Silence dances forth rears its ugly head
Lonely tosses its hat in our night-bed.
Cavernous black engulfs air one inhales.
Loss screams death's echoes as life's train derails.
When depths, sorrows of heart stir to invade
Life becomes just a pale, shallow parade
Romance has vanished into the mist
Aching pains into ones' mind spring to twist
All sings loud in a breaking soulful tune
Night brings only heart shattering black moon.
Cavernous black engulfs air one inhales.
Loss screams death's echoes as life's train derails.
Robert J. Lindley, 3-23- 2022
Rhyme
Why is it so,
that so easily,
my mind rebukes,
the wisdom of its days,
and follies with jokes of ill witted humour,
which serendipidously challenge friendships hand,
casts love and joy aside in an instant,
derails the path ahead,
and makes for
a future,
alone.
Dark designs of a diverted dichotic mind
Delves deeper into dangerous detrimental delirium
Devious diseased disability discriminates
Dungeon like din disagrees with daydreams
Feeling doubtful, depressed and downcast
Dubious death is in a difficult dilemma
Denial does not deserve double debacle
Delusional demeanour denounces dereliction
Despicable despondence disseminates discord
Disconcerted doldrums makes me distraught
Demoralising depravity derails derangement
Dysfunctional dissonance brings doleful disaster.
07.23.2020
If I loved thee, thou would need not
count the ways – for true love is summed-up
never by the days – not sunrise or at setting
would thee need count the petting unending;
for love is not a schedule, these can be changed
and broken – and words on paper by themselves
mere token; for even the bible, so lofty a text
often loosely spoken. And true love never fails.
Not a train of it derails. Constant in its going.
Not in God’s dear heaven greater than here
in my heart – And love thee I do with every part!
With every eternal length and girth of me, body
and soul of me, spirit worth of me.
I accomplish things for so long then I fail
Like a train on a long trip and it derails
I don't stop what I begin
But the failure continues to win
I put my heart into everything I do
But I continue to fail what else is new
on a wayward train
upon tracks of emotions
far off hope derails
in the silence of my cries
his love tried to cork my tears
November 24, 2019
Storm
In New York City
The Silver Star
Derails
At the height of the storm
Winds strike
Snow flakes coat the tracks
Stick and crystallize
Sparks ignite
Down trees
Hover over power lines
Thick, gray, foggy smoke
Atop a ball of flames
The sky—masked
Windows nearly burst and collapse
Train off the tracks
Hope fails
Passengers weep and their hearts beat speedily
Shook by numerous injuries
At once the train stops
Hours past
Trains dispatched
Rushed to emergency rooms
Miami trip delayed
Warm sand
Beach umbrellas
And palm tress
Await
Marckincia Jean
Narrative
09/01/19
There's a Train
Going to Peace Station.
Christians, Buddhists,
Hindus, Atheists,
Each occupied a Compartment,
But never Bothered one another,
Just like the Two Rails of the Track
That Travel Together but Never Meet.
Everyone's Ticket is to Peace,
They traveled in Communities and
Their Compartment Number
Never really mattered.
Then came budding Islam,
Who wanted their own Engine, Though
They are Destined to the Same Station.
They made an Exact Replica of the Train,
Their 'Fight' for Peace overshadowed
Their Destination and they Launched
Their Train on the Same Tracks,
But in the Opposite Direction.
Compartments filled with Innocent Followers,
but Engines Piloted by Terrorists
And Religious Leaders.
They only Focused on Increasing
The Number of Compartments
To gain Strength and Accelerated
As Fast as they Can.
But One Thing They Failed to Realize is,
No matter how Long the Train is,
On Collision, Whole Train Derails,
Killing Innocent Passengers, on Both Trains.
Not every dark cloud signals rain,
Not every burn leaves a scar,
And not every tear signals pain.
Not all in the celestial of night is a star,
Not everything that derails is a train,
And not all that stops before red is a car.
But all that rides the tide of living soon dies,
Yet in his ascension his glory lies.
Poem Type : OTTAVA RIMA
28/06/17
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