On those dreary days
when skies are grey
and all the clouds are black
hey that's me I'll be
running through the raindrops
in my torn and worn out mac
it may be gloomy yet
when the weather's wet
and the dismal day is dark
that's me you'll see
splashing through the puddles
out there in the nearest park
I love a rainy day a rainy day is fine
I gotta say altho' I love a rainy day
in November I prefer your sunshine
He slips the noose around her slender neck
Cloaked and masked with heavy breath
He can't help but be obsessed
All the dolls hangin' around - pretty little lies that make not a sound
The poison of passion imagined as they are undressed.
The dead in their eyes is magnificent
Ivory skin - chill to win
Realm of the dark, lips apart, he just has to do it - again and again
The equinox of evil with the essence of sin
Is it vanity or insanity - his dressing up to lure them in
Disquiet Devilry and a sip of gin and the perplexity of the evil twin.
The morbid beauty of death and dying
The lovelies I have twirling in the twilight
Death has changed my life - the quiet peace holds the ladies and - I tight
The divinity of debauchery - death is not treachery
It's like an estuary of decadent innocence.
Dainty damsels dangling Breathless but fabulous
Envisioning slitting their throats as if they were flowers
Heinous and horrific the macabre abounds
A carousel of corpses, a ballet of cadavers, a symphony of death
Dazzling
The eloquence of the end-of-life - exquisite and eternal
His masterpiece just hang'in around.....
it is a rainy August day in Kansas
dismal?
no, rather drizzle full
An exciting day
I am meeting Molly, my granddaughter
joy parades through my veins
at nineteen, I am thrilled she wants to meet her antique grandma
but she does
she honks and waves
cuter than the last time I saw her
which was a month ago
Wistful and withdrawn, I wander through the night
Feeling grim and melancholy, a shroud of darkness tight
Depression grips my heart, its hold is strong and true
A gloomy cloud above me, my feelings all askew
I hanker for light and happiness, a break from this despair
But all I grasp around me is darkness everywhere
I strain to shake the sadness off, to find some peace of mind
But my views castle pulling me down, leaving me behind
So I walk on, lost in whimsey, seeking a way out
Hoping that tomorrow will fetch something to shout about
For now, I’ll hold on walking, through darkness and pain
Hoping that somehow, someway, I’ll find happiness again.
For some portentous events, unostentatious activity
Without the extra burden of strained, searing captivity.
Written: June 05, 2023
Eight Word Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Emile Pinet
I’ll apologise here at the start
For this verse won’t appeal to your heart.
So banal, it’s a shame
But I’ll shoulder the blame
’Cos it's not rude, nor funny, nor smart!
in the dead of night
you're the flame that ignites me
the fire that consumes me
AP: 3rd place 2022
Dismal is as dismal does
And gloomy follows close
Always a downer, etwas*,
Seeking next a bigger dose.
Dismal is as dismal does
Heaping sorrow upon it
How utterly sad it was
‘Twill never become a hit.
Dismal is as dismal does
Always a miserable mood
Has its own downer buzz
And, a p*ss-poor attitude.
Written October 2, 2022
[*etwas is German for “something.”]
I know a woman in Birmingham
Her marriage is a pitiful sham,
She plays around
She tries new ground,
And gives it up, not giving a damn.
Written October 2, 2022
It was December, 1956 and Christmas was approaching
Mama was in the hospital and would be until the New Year
While we were visiting, she said to my brother Jim and me
“Your Santa presents are in the top of my closet. I am so
Sorry I won’t be there on Christmas morning, but Santa
Will come, just as he always does.
Jim and I shuffled our feet and looked at the floor.
We fought hard to keep the tears from flowing down our
Cheeks, but we were also a bit embarrassed, for we had
Been playing with our “Santa presents” for several weeks,
But we knew we mustn’t let our Mama know.
It was going to be a dismal Christmas in more ways than one
But it became one of the most memorable moments in my life.
SEVENTH PLACE WINNER
written September 20, 2021
especially for "A Lovely Memory" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Regina McIntosh
All my socks were in the laundry
And I was late for an appointment
All the world was in a quandary
My life is such a disappointment
The skies turned dark with clouds
Rain showers fell to the ground
My heart was lost amid the crowds
Where feelings simply confound
Life left me certain I’d lost the prize
I couldn’t feel anything except regret
Wishing for joy which always implies
This ruthless sunrise will not be a threat
It was a good morning until… poetry contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
February 11, 2021
A dreary dark dismal day
Ruined now
Wet and dripping
My mood has changed into an Eyeore mood
Everything bad coming my way
Angry without knowing why
Socks getting wet through my stupid shoes
Would rain boots have helped?
I remember you wanted me to have some.
Those pink ones you tried to give me with polka dots
But I was angry with you that day, my friend.
I am angry a lot.
Punishing myself by not allowing myself boots
Or your friendship
Not even sure what I’ve done.
Just hating myself
The dhramned rain is not helping
dismal aurora
such personal wrong darkness
looks under the light
~
swirling aurora
distant placement flashes flare
lights under the light
4/18/29
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020
Cletus O'Toole was a hopeless recruit
Cletus cared for the army not one hoot
He was the sergeants bane
And deemed their rules inane
He was asked to leave and given the boot
On dismal days, don't dress for gloom;
Inject some joy into the room.
Reject a shirt of somber hue
In favor of a brilliant blue
Or neon green or red or pink
To lift the spirits in a blink,
For it's a shame to cede the day
And, too, your mood, to shades of gray.
You might not think a simple top
In colors meant to dance and pop
Would have the power to reverse
The grayness hanging like a curse
But my advice is, don't deny it
'Til, at least, you say you'll try it.
Irrational views of all virulent kinds
Are among the slow-witted expected,
But often they mark more intelligent minds,
Making these the more gravely infected.
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