When I stop staring at you in wonder,
you can be sure I am done…
Till then
Even if there is constant change of scenery,
Or on a day of cruel mockery,
Through the thickest of cloudy days,
Past the flurry of turbulent bays,
Inspite of the very many rejections,
Amongst the disheartening aberrations,
I will plough through,
On and on.
Because
Every smile is kindness
A stinging tear, care…
Every hug a bonus
The eyes, a soul stare…
Every day is newness
For hope is never rare.
So,
When I stop staring at you in wonder,
you can be sure I am done…
You decided that today your weren’t returning
I find it very sad and concerning
This is not the way it should go
Although it’s something that must undergo
This isn’t the solution
To find the resolution
A process being demanded
And leaves hearts and minds further stranded
It’s disheartening to know
That the professionals don’t show
Kindness courtesy or compassion
In any chat or conversation
It anger me to see your struggle
Stress on your face has doubled
It hurts my heart to see your pain
Helpless and hard to contain
Everyday that goes by
Could be another day closer to goodbye
Every moment wasted in there
Is another moment we don’t share
My heart breaks without you here
As every moment is filled with worry and fear
As a may never see you the same again
Everything changes in a day when
Those people don’t listen or care
Or treat you decent or fair
Completely helpless and alone
Life and thoughts are over thrown
A piece of my soul is lost
Locked in an icy chamber of permafrost
open a blind eye ~ and see you're being duped by those using AI
sniff out those taking credit for cheating ~ real poets they're defeating
a concept I can't accept ~ from people whose poetry is inept
sometimes it's really difficult to prove ~ but an issue to behoove
call them out if it matters ~ don't serve them trophies on silver platters
if you couldn't care less ~ it's no wonder poetry soup is a mess
disheartening to say the least ~ is it possible to slay the beast
it's happening, there's no doubt ~ they're being given far too much clout
this message may be falling on deaf ears ~ if so, then I give up... cheers!
If time of bad desire
Sits its rejection then,
It has crossed the limit.
When government gets err,
People suffer with rage.
If their rights neglect
Electing leaders by money
Tampered, pre-meditated
Betrayed by ill digital,
What democracy we expect
What progress we proceed
Sooner it invite violence.
The good is being assailed
For good men done nothing.
What do evil will do here
But to steal, to kill
Eventually, to destroy.
Everything hinder its path
Is obliteration, painful.
That sour grip is winning
Pomp into power, ill glory.
It's disheartening to core
Democracy is a distortion
Of too much bad influence
Greediness and lavishness
Die with your ill system
One day grave will hate
Patriots who died echoing,
With a loud voice rebuking,
Cursing, yell of nationalism
Saying, what have you done
Intellectual, youth of pride
People of good moral, wiser
What face our country has
What future for next gen
Where is free moral agency
What have you contribute
What have we as people.
I thought to order Nature,
yet it rained that picnic day:
apparently her sun, did not listen,
had she even bothered to ask, my wonder?
I thought to order Nature --
in retrospect, a Saturday blunder.
I thought to order Nature --
fondest of autumn now my late fall --
bright patterns, so enlivening!
Speckled flora, like my own
somewhat disheartening, though fitting --
my parlor, much paler
could pop with fresh color~ Oh, to order Nature,
would give my last Dollar!
So, Nature could not be ordered
though her seasons vary in length
not fixed like Tablet Stone~ never try to order
nature:
Her only sure clear -- clearly has a mind
all her own!
Somewhere in the general melee
we lost our imaginary horses,
their ghostly neighing
added pathos to this momentous moment.
It was decided, we boys, and one sister
of a boy we hardly knew,
that Custer must die, the Indians win,
there could be no sudden victories
plucked from certain disaster.
We had no Indians,
one bow with a rubber-tipped arrow
does not make a gathering of the tribes.
We had no Custer,
six dark haired kids, no long flowing hair,
no mustaches. Undaunted
we marched on to meet our heroic death,
lip-bugles tooting, makeshift flags flying.
A fertile field of battle was selected.
At the site of our coming glory,
it was disheartening to discover,
a growling construction site,
giant bull dozers,
tractors, and iron-toothed diggers
busily tearing up
our hallowed ground.
Jim (my best pal),
loudly proclaimed: " fork it,"
to no one in particular,
then sloped away,
hands in pockets -
an event which I now consider sadly ironic,
for ever since,
we have lost all sorts of battles
over many a fertile field.
Isn't it amazing how it goes on like a flowing river?
Unaware of disheartening droughts and ecstatic springs.
The moments cherished together get lost in history.
Hearts once close decouple as a sweet mystery.
The eyes used to witness have no tomorrow.
All of a sudden, the heart is full of sorrow,
Leaving back the wound hard to recover,
Regretting over the words which were not uttered.
Leaving the clusters of emotion hard to deliver,
And life goes on like a flowing river.
The Girl I'm Infatuated With
The girl I am infatuated with
Tells her friends that she ignores my advances.
This flirtatious game she finds dismissive
Still, I stay the course and remain focused.
When I approach or pass her by, she stops
And acts neutral as if I didn’t exist.
Though disheartening, I calmly nod,
Like I’m thick-skinned and do not feel the sting.
For reasons I cannot explain clearly,
Her negative response is challenging.
And so I pursue my heartfelt desire,
Despite the laughter and chiding from her friends.
Love is a paradox that has limits.
Fear rejection—then live to regret it.
In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.
Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.
Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.
Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.
Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.
Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.
Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.
Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.
Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.
Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
In the dance of love, man and woman unite,
Harmony sought, yet shadows invite.
The devil despises when two hearts align,
For wonders emerge when love intertwines.
Fierce battles waged, arguments endure,
Yet within the struggle, a love so pure.
Listen, and the ship sails smoother,
Faster towards dreams, goals to uncover.
Divorce rates soar, a disheartening trend,
Lost in the maze, souls fail to mend.
Reflection abandoned, a crucial quest,
To find oneself, love's ultimate test.
Love, meant to be gentle, an effortless flow,
Boundaries, labels, complicating the show.
In the simplicity, where love should reside,
Embrace the truth, let the heart be your guide.
Once a young girl, hopeful and bright,
Now transformed into a monster of night.
Her faith shattered, replaced by doubt,
Lies now the truth, she's lost without.
Tears of joy turned to fearful cries,
Laughter a mask, covering her sighs.
Sleep fraught with battles, demons within,
Her childhood dreams, now screams begin.
Wings once soaring, now broken and hushed,
Chains replace freedom, her spirit crushed.
Her once warm soul, now shadowed and cold,
Lost in a darkness she's unable to behold.
Within her eyes, the truth does lie,
In a world of deceit, her innocence dies.
Punches masquerade as comforting hugs,
Love found only in disheartening drugs.
Poison becomes her daily sustenance,
Pain her solace, a sinister dance.
Pills she consumes, sweets to deceive,
Alcohol her escape, a numbing reprieve.
Once a seeker of love, now forced to hide,
A soul once filled, now empty inside.
For that little girl, with dreams so grand,
Transformed into a monster, no hopes in hand.
Dramatically and tragic occurrences
that worldly life offers us... :
The disheartening tragedy of the non-smile...
And the embarrassing, malicious smile
of ignorance and evil....!
In my foamy bubble there 's ample room for
free-floating and even, once in a while, submerging for a while
beneath the surface, where the wild things are and disturb
tranquility.
And when I free-float my head spins in only one direction, peace. It's quite
comfortable inside my bubble, and nothing can burst it, not even the bullets and bombs and, certainly, not the usual drumbeat of words, such as get a hold on your life and or stop deluding yourself. I've put a tape on my ears and, thankfully, am deaf to disheartening needles aiming to burst my bubble.
In your inner paradise find a priest to wed you to yourself and wish you eternal happiness. Barely I survive my own demons sometimes, and today there's no sign of them. Surprise, we 're off to a long vacation and you can come along, as long as you don't bump into my bubble and drag me to the real world, okay?
I have received many assurances and can rest now knowing my bubble is for the foreseeable future fully intact.
No need to worry about the day after, it will hit you unaware.
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