doldrum drizzling day
through Kodachrome lens I gaze °•
rainbow-tree captured
What have Tests become
Not really a conundrum
The game’s true fulcrum
To beach bum humdrum
Cricket now plays dumb
Kowtow to cash cow scum
To T20 aplenty did succumb
Moolah the ruler in this slum
Seduced reduced simulacrum
Absurd but heard the word’s still mum
Batters in tatters another LBW plum
Chickens no bantam baby tantrum
Same silly song will willy nilly strum
A dastardly turns bastardly doldrum
Forget regret best bet rule of thumb
Rank dank stank so glum & then some
Beat the drum or Tests simply overcome
Stark dark depths these guys lies do plumb
No comfort for our sport not even a crumb
Our sort annoyed destroyed in Pink Floyd void
In perverse parallel universe worse is to come
So ho hum reeling feeling “uncomfortably numb”
Topic.2
when my friend drifted, despondent I grew, drowning into dull doldrum.
Written: March 16, 2025, for a contest Sponsored By Cobstance la France
Quote: Like the sun, show mercy, and like the night, hide others' flaws. Give like water and be humble like the earth. Be who you appear. By Poet
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Peachy snowbells drift on the twilight-lit lake,
their rippling motions mirror the luster of silk.
Its grace lingers, fades, and is as elusive as a flake,
the ethereal charm of wonder is an everlasting ilk.
A cerulean mood settles into the doldrum,
adrift and lost, wiping blues, missing a cold rum.
Steel insulation warm thin hot smooth downy shepherd smoothness. Pistol clasps palms crystal misses birching basket weavers.
Fluffy firm pedestals release hard deniers.
Doldrum office charts demonstrating
Appendages conceal resistance.
Halcyon boogie board heroes.
Greek play rehearsal.
Steel insulation warm thin hot smooth downy shepherd smoothness. Pistol clasps palms crystal misses birching basket weavers.
Fluffy firm pedestals release hard deniers.
Doldrum office charts demonstrating
Appendages conceal resistance.
Halcyon boogie board heroes.
Greek play rehearsal.
life is a feather on the wind ~ fallen from a sparrow who's not sinned
borne and adrift upon the air ~ brushed away like a stray strand of hair
fragile wanderer in doldrum streams ~ illuminated by moonbeams
floating on currents o'er the sea ~ never asks, "What's to become of me?"
a wisp, floundering where it doesn't belong ~ when it's done nothing wrong
A living thing, drawing breath ~ before it fell into the sea of death?
fragile are feathers and lives ~ torn asunder when an ill wind arrives
man's mortality smothers ~ but feathers... a sparrow can grow others
Doldrum days, nothing i say make them go on their way. Away with their festering pain, smiting down the mentally sane. Bright burning light in the day bringing the sight to the brave is so close, for life has its many splendors and wonders, and for that we must endure all the thunderclouds and sunder, as we ponder of life ever after, its shaky and incomprehensible cries and laughter. many speak and rebuttal all the acclimations of the extreme and the subtle.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.”
All this fighting must be stopped, plant your roots and grow or suffocate and rot, for the low never prosper in their filth and clots, and they will never glow, glow with enlightenment and the knowing of the know. You may never spark your light when your eyes carry only freight and not a shred of adventure, so look around at the pyres of your passions which radiate your loves and indentures, they will guide you through this path to your above.
Sure, we all are in Gods kingdom,
Not in Satan's perverse Dukedom,
And should well clear steer of whoredom,
A big challenge to clinched stardom
Often igniting sex freedom;
Never Saint Stephen's Martyrdom...
Still for microbes a sold condom
Birth control measures not seldom
Infected spouse for The Syndrome
Better get out of a doldrum
To shops go for Latex condom.
Clad in doldrum
with yarns of fuchsia
hemmed here & there
twisted amidst the layers
& simulacrum
esoteric verse
slicked in ethereal
& outvying
of vehemences, I goad
to scatter zeal
into the waves
grand & unbiased
while perching with
a quintessence unclasps
to the orbs thence
& the musings of yours
undying zest
for morrowing unfolding
in yearnings
& beyond.
1St Place Contest Winner
Written: July 13, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
My husband and I went out today.
For a country ride,
It was a glorious day,
Too good to waste inside.
The scenery was magnificent,
Mother Nature at her best.
No one would be equivalent,
If there should ever be a test.
I could wax on endlessly,
At the wonders that we saw.
Both of us said in unison,
This beauty is just outside our door.
As we drove along the lanes,
I thought we were in the picture.
I went to great pains,
Trying to make this a fixture.
I could wax on forever,
My vocabulary does not allow,
I would like to be more explicit,
Sadly I do not know how
I would like you, dear reader,
To come for a ride,
To get us out of this doldrum,
And see the beauty that's outside.
the troglodyte span
scribbling doldrum brain power
the halcyon days
The Droughtless - heavily floats
past my window, obscuring all
but the foghorn tweets of wings.
Contrast the sweet songbirds,
sky-blue and linguistic-red,
with doldrum skies non-speak.
O angel-child’s cherubic cheeks -
vocalist mouth riveting
as a full moon; starless night.
Zoom in; warm colors of harbor -
teal, vanilla and bittersweet!
my eyelashes obscure panes.
Sow drumbeat rain, xanthous-free
screening of a moodless Winter;
endless pounding of water-seas.
Zoom out; shout for Spring -
reap eye-popping perennials,
daffodil-sky, pink-dewdrop posies.
2/16/2020
Assuming hand from above
guiding fretful pinioned glove
past waltzing pines and drunken oaks,
cheerful friends yet frightened folk.
Swelling fear puffs spotted breast,
no watchful eye, no woven nest.
Sharply shoved by hurried gust
and mistral maidens in a huff,
who twirl up toward yellow glare
to greet abashed doldrum air.
Green eye below, delusions home,
blue eye above, illusions roam
which flit and fly it seems with ease
Yet Freedom answers to the breeze.
Colourful fanciful with myriads of mirage
Hidden in public glare
The more you look the less you see
Opened in hidden trenches
The more you dig the less you uncover
Clothed more in shades of grey
Preying on the public treasury
Fleecing the unassuming with
Alacrity akin to mediaeval thieves
Leaving the leaching wound
Letting the trickles cascade down
You masquerade it in soothing words
That is suit to the garbage trash
Giving rhetorics instead of economics
That will deliver from this doldrum
Time is of the essence for action
Every ticking tock of the time
Count and should be made to count
As these masquerading marauders
Needed a dose of reality
Isaacola AA
@newnaija
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