The wind bloweth.......
Bloweth the chaff......
From the grains
The chaff is deserted like the desert
Like the fox in the Maghreb dunes
Deserted like the fig tree in Autumn
That is shedding leaves for winter
They deserted one by one
As they paid their respects
To the departed lying in state
One by one they left as they came
He was left all alone deserted
Death has left its streak of sting
He is a casualty. He is deserted
(Written 11th July, 2015)
Terror Beneath the Bruised Twilight
Beneath the bruised twilight, forsaken graves gape wide,
Splintered crosses leer like phantoms that bide.
Brambles coil and clutch with thorns sharp as dread,
Weeds mutter curses for the restless and dead.
A skeletal steeple claws the plague-stricken sky,
Hollow winds shriek through windows where lost souls still cry.
Rusty gates slam behind, locking shadows within,
Power lines moan warnings of unpardonable sin.
Ghastly shapes swirl, faces twisted with pain,
Grasping cold gravestones, chanting dark refrain.
Silence crushes breath, as if the world mourns its doom,
In this eldritch graveyard, pure terror finds room.
Isn’t it strange how we talk less about the things we think about the most…
In life when you drive or walk a deserted road, where the sky seems to meet, we long to travel it alone? …. Just get in the car, start driving and never stop..
To see a long deserted road, nobody around, just a big ball of tumbleweed rolling solely by its self, only the moon to light one’s way… you get to your older years, a tired old body, hands that could tell a story of simpler times, a old guy with stories that can make you cry, alone all his life,no family around, just the long road ahead..
Oh how that road speaks to my empty soul, my tears I no longer cry, just the LORD knows my hidden sorrows, because when I was around others, my constant calls for HELP were not heard.
Deserted; you have left me
wandering alone, only my mind
to accompany my sad song.
I sing it to an audience of one;
myself.
Confused; I remain lost,
you say you love me,
yet you refuse to speak
the language of both
our hearts.
Waiting; my passion pleads
to be expressed in its fullness,
with no bounds, no limitations,
even beyond our own
expectations.
Unrequited; I will not settle
for one such as this; who fathoms less,
who is unable to measure up
to her own promises which
I once accepted as reality.
her children used to adore her
they are too far away to visit.
her dogs have deserted her
through death like her husbands
she is glad for her terrific memories
Once a thriving town now
dust devils
curl and tumble on the
broken pavement, along
with swirling leaves and
bits of paper
empty storefront windows
once FILLED with clothes,
pastries groceries sundries,
stare at the desolate scene
through shattered glass
deserted streets,
bereft
of crowds of people,
only an occasional fox,
chittering squirrel or bird
interacting with the
constant wind…..
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
Dark atmosphere surrounds deserted home
Aeons ago filled with sound of laughter
Its soul does not linger it tends to roam
Lost and adrift, grim without its master.
Those whispering voices filled with sadness
Permeating this old desolate house
Windows-like eyes shrouded with bleak blackness
A sign erected a sale is announced.
Dismal exterior is deterrent
Cold shivers at whispers can't be denied
Soulless nature empty and abhorrent
In this place, sanity does not abide.
Deserted, abandoned empty for years
Sunshine days long gone just whispers and tears.
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dark bone-chilling wilderness chant
From horizon rising from a distant North
the summer smiled at the arcing sand dunes
in the lonely desert, echoed by a sandy splash
oasis-flowered waters from a celestial spring
Watered destiny as it grew in her youthfulness
blossoming, while fate plays her major cast
"The villain" of the drama called Life
a brief flutter in life's journey
a memorable one beckons at every step and at every stop
The miles covered are little when compared to
Mirages of success shown like dark seas.
desolation in low spaces
Fear tripling down like little mist.
humanity wandering to infinity
chaos playing the drums for a dance
sanity lost sailing into destination unknown
It was noon for Lady Amanda
And in drove a Platoon Commander:
Gerald Rutherford, full Lieutenant
Many years back her Quiet Tenant...
Now Military, still Great Manners,
As though in defence of Great Banners,
The two hoisted in front of his Jeep
And a white he chose to close keep...
Key off Jeep's Ignition box, a leap:
He's had something robbing him Good Sleep
"Yes, what's it that you want, Commander?"
"Oh, thanks, Sweet Lady! Your Miranda..."
"You didn't say: Ex - Land Lady's smile."
"Oh my God! Just begun bad file!"
A willow trembles in the breeze
And stoops in awe as angels sneeze;
Quaking feebly to its knees,
Bending, doleful, if you please.
A day, as this, when squalls blow wild
The willow cries ~ as like a child;
Deserted, sad, forlorn, beguiled,
And all aloof, left out, exiled.
Now her branches droop away
Blenching down throughout the day;
Keeping blusts of gusts at bay
Harboured from the rainy spray.
Underfoot a lonely duck
Shelters in a babbling brook,
Dabbling in a shady nook
Safe and sound, her haven took.
Then above the daylight seeps,
In the sky the sunlight peeps;
She, thankful for the faith she keeps
The trembling willow gently weeps.
Deserted by Alfred
It was not my fault I had no shoes
And the police stopped and asked and since it was none of their business
I naturally told them to get lost
was handcuffed and put in a police car, which was more cooling than
the asphalt, after all, it was October in Albufeira.
I thought this is a perfect movement when a father defends his son
but Alfred who refuses to be my father had gone home
I was left to explain this ridiculous case, but luckily the Portuguese
police force felt sorry for me and let me go.
Next day I bought a pair of sneakers in a Chinese shop and my father
who refuses to be my father was wearing my leather uppers?
THE DESERTED GRAVEYARD :
EPITAPH
Sunday afternoon mid-winter:
Here’s end of mortal charm and grace,
this hillside where briars claim the footage—
weather wears away a few remaining names.
broom-straw roots between the sunken mounds,
and long-legged brown spiders climb over field-stones.
“We are nothing more nor less than what we were.
Let the earth have what it wants.
We are dust returning to the ground.”
My feelings I store on empty shelves of shoulders that don't hold much but selfish needs. Preserved in salt to heal wounds and burn at once so to not forget the labels that have tested time, Patience and strength. Throughout time ,
I have tested waters flavored with agony's pungent seasoning knowing it's not for me nor suits my palate but I don't know yet if I'm the rancid offering or if the additives are spoiled. Tasteless, dry, almost dust like texture dashed on an unfavorable dish will always turn stomachs and noses away from edible sources. Why would one turn down a feast of delicacy for a home cooked bland ass meal. I would but that's because I know the value of blood sweat and tears not just how to lick my plate clean, snap fingers and silver set before me. .
How much longer?
I am waiting to die now
Can’t see a way forward
Don’t want to look back
I’ve finished thinking how
Had enough failure, and
Can’t cut anymore slack
Can’t see any point, man
Running on a treadmill
And getting nowhere fast
There’s nowhere left to stand
Lost the plot of the future
And I can’t change the past
I want to close my eyes forever
Just can’t see the point!
Just can’t see the point!
David Cox 22/05/21
Gloated with its existence, Lie mocked Truth one day;
Folks yearn me more, despite your heavy weigh.
You are stark naked and I am well dressed;
I have the power to tarnish whatever facts stated.
Spreading faster than you, is my identity;
You are the deserted road, where no one found serenity.
Truth smiled and uttered, I am easy to remember;
I may hurt for a while, You blemish forever.
However petty you are, but lie remains a lie;
Truth always prevails, no matter how hard you try.
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