O inflation art thou open to ambiguity or weirdness of a
thing or unpeopling so to say?,
or art thou wilt not see nor hear nor feel as if stick-
something or stone on riddles or sometimes tis bat-tree
art hide-and-seek?.
Or doth sayest to the society tis vitiation or to abate
the something or to dispirit them anyhow possible?.
Last Days
Miracle Man
October 15, 2023
Most of my life I’ve possessed a fighting spirit,
but of late I’m thinking does anything matter.
Daily things are happening, causing dispirit,
my eyes beholding things that fail to flatter.
The Bible proclaims, perilous times will come,
and the signs Of those times are everywhere.
I don’t live my life as is the manner of some,
my trust is in Jesus and I won’t bow to fear.
What on day trekkers looms
Up, foggier
Should no less dispirit
Pal, what, fainter
Ahead, life-journeying
Descends into.
Your home, does it not lie
There, beyond, too?
Brown marmorated stink bug
Two days of doing battle with this invading army.
Two days searching out to find where is their hidden lair.
Two days capturing dozens upon dozens of these onerous soldiers.
Two days the battles raged on behind and on the front of my curtains.
Two days trying to wash off the vile stink, their defensive, smelly weapon
Two days, my weapon, wads of toilet paper, picking them off, down the toilet
Day two, in an attempt, searching for mercy ?, from the killer, this brave warrior.
Day two, two dispirit soldiers, the last two I hope, came to me and landed on my left leg,
as if they were pleading, in a last ditch effort, for their lives, the sword struck, in the toilet.
B. J. “A ”2
December 7th, 2022
As we gather here today we pray for safety
please pull out your net Lord and gather us in
We ask for you to strengthen our immunity
and help us to believe, no matter how hard it has been
We ask that our souls would catch the wind of your spirit
and glide us into your sailing promise of prosperity
May we live each day to our fullest without dispirit
and keep ourselves vigilant, hawkeyed and free
Lord please fill us with your peace that we may live
in the knowledge and hope of a new regeneration
may we never forget our objective and prospective
as we journey on, with true dedication
Let us believe in your guidance like the Holy Grail
so that we may hang sturdy, and never fail.
I chose Invocation (metaphorical)
Festering corpse of thoughts
. Fuelling resentment
. Fulminates as rage or
Fumes silently within.
Frequent let downs defeat
Failed attempts to attain
. Fulfillment dispirit.
Date Sept 23, 2016
Contest
PLEIADES F
The working navvy did dig deep
He followed Brindly’s new laid plan
A transport system to complete
A salvation for the labouring man
As the furrow cut with sweat and maul
With breaking backs and torn sinew
Each man in turn to heave and haul
Sustenance for starving kin renew
Tracts of land transform through spade and pick
Veins enriching the countryside
Bringing new life, each shovel, each brick
Levelling earth, raising national pride
A true revelation this arterial plan
Almost lost through modernisation
Abandoned, grown dense, dispirit man
As steam and diesel grew within the nation
Each lock assiduously built
Before first steam engine’s whistle blew
Weeds strangle, progressive man’s new guilt
The canals ebb, debris as seeds strew
More beauteous now than ever been
Our arterial chart of the waterway
Each torn muscle, victuals did glean
Bed and nourishment for one more day
The navvy’s ghosts look down, heads held high
Their gnarled hands rest in heavenly peace
Majestic waterways dug in sweat with sigh
A once industrial, now beautiful masterpiece.
© 16/11/2013 GG Inspired by Harry J Horsmans'
free verse 'The Cut' which is a colloquial name for a canal
In the crisp dawn
I meet her gaze
I see the loneliness there
Insidious and unforgiving
I love
She knows
But the world still grinds a space between
My own sick mind fuels her despair and I wonder if I am man enough to save her life
The memory of a blade on soft skin
The horror of her being ripped from my life
It haunts me
It haunts her
It haunts
Will we ever be the same
Or will tragedy bring this fire of love and lust to a raging blaze
Or will I stand alone at a funeral pyre
Wanting her near
But watching her drift away
Dispirit dancing amongst the flames of my lost love
I fear
This loss would be too great to bare
It would break me
and leave me wanting
She is more than a woman
She is life
She is light
She is lust and love and hate and anger
She is everything to me
And she is drifting away
The morning light shines on her wonderful face
I hope it will continue
Forever
I want her near
These clouds above my head
Thick, dark, yet weightless
Daily reminders and warnings
that we should always be prepared for the worst
Clouds
You act as an umbrella over the Earth
Shading us from deadly rays
Yet you pour on and dispirit me
The Sun resigns for a while
and clouds take its place
Oh harsh, scorching, sphere of fire
I wait for your return
And the rain was falling into water deep,
All dispirit harbor left the deluge caught,
Broken – hearted feelings that people tried to keep,
All the tears they’ve shared,
Seeing off the boat…
Useless living is worse than a sin,
Tries to fix it with a faraway travel,
Foolish people built up the boat,
To the land they’ll be happy forever.
Every morning was blessed for the trip,
They’ve prepared till the last ray of dawn –
Make it great, so it never could sink…
But one morning their treasure was gone.
Them who’ve never found love,
Who knew – there no people but sharks,
All of them stood on the sand,
And the boat was gone waters dark.
Loose your hope of helpers wise,
Thou your life give you the creep,
The last moment the boat will be gone,
Breaks the dream of the rescuing trip…
I stand at the gate looking outward,
o'er its spires of gilded gloss
of silent hinge that never wither
to the ravages of time.
Long have I found haven
on this side of the gate,
even as unkind gods
decide brutal fates beyond its hasp.
Long have I forgotten
of beyond the spires,
having an incredible urge to look anew
that which is determined by lot
chosen willingly, not thrust.
With closed eyes, I bend
to an outer will, unseen, unheard.
An old sensation envelops me
and the golden spires are no more,
instead, peelings of tear and rust.
In that brief moment, time and place
are transcended and the aura of once is reality.
Faces pass by, seemingly unaware
that someone beyond the gate is back.
A dispirit of vigor, the grimness of gray,
I see me, I think.
I ask of myself how it came to be
those faces of misfortune were denied,
that hope and promise loomed ahead,
perhaps, of a fork in the road
that required choice, not fate decried.
Then, I see the gate ajar, and know
all may be called to view the other side.
disappoint, disavowed, disingenuous, displace
disastrous, disapprove, disallow, disadvantage, disaffect
disagree, disappear, disapprobation, disarray, disassociate
disbelieve, dishearten, disharmony, dishonest, disinterest
disguise, disenchant, disengage, disfavor, disgrace
disdain, discredit, discourteous, disconnect, discontent
discombobulate, disconcert, discontinue, discordant
discourage, disdain, disjunct, dislike, disloyal, dismal
disorder, disorient, disparage, disown, disparity, dispassion
dispirit, displeasure, dispossess, discriminate
dispute, disqualify, disquietude, disregard, disrespect
disrupt, dissension, dissociate, distort, distress
distance
Testimony Testament
Born back in the day to a middle class family eye lived a sinfilled life REBORN of
GOD'S Spirit from the CHRIST.
Saved over TWO-THOUSAND years ago by the JESUS man
Who died for me at Calvary. Sober by the act of GOD and dispirit me and the
WILL of GOD to keep me strong. Living now for Jesus to make Poetry and to
LOVE my babay lambe~a oh mye LOVE is SHE. Eye am no normal man but
Jesus Freak by nature, this is what eye am.
Finding out who GOD is is the whole duty of a MAN.
Eye love ewe babay lambe~a.
Eye remembered Juan Valdez
The price of coffee has inflated along with all the rest of beans and things.
There is a place called Starbucks and that is how many ewe should have of the
things
the dollars not the things oh ewe (long pause) now where was eye at lets see?
Eh?
The coffee comes with cream AND chocolate and iff ewe add some caramel and
cream
The thing could cost a lot of dollars turning green in someone elses hands.
There is still the old el cheapo place to drink.
Eye like McDonalds but there is also Burger King
And if eye am dispirit eye can go to Wendy's and get the thing that makes me
happiest
And give in to my craving except eye don't use cream eye drink it hot and black
And pay as little as eye can of dollars that eye manage to give away every day
To people who aer wealthier than eye.
Eye just remembered that at the Market eye could get a jar of instant and be done
With paying dollars for the stuff.
Eye will just take a jar of instant coffee off the shelf and treat myself to the
desease
Of Juan Valdez.