I hang on the small
umbrella, but I fail;
a whirlwind snatches it away,
it's more violent than a hungry eagle
swooping down to catch its prey...
all is in shambles, it scares the beagle
that finds shelter in a hallway
of a decayed building nearby:
he is afraid and shakes terribly!
Melancholy was felt when misty rain
made the maples cry as grieving mothers
do for the loss of their infant child;
no eyes looked drearier, their faces
were marked by a pain hard to explain...
they were finally consoled by God
who ordered rainy clouds to unwind,
giving them the comfort they needed.
I hang on the small
umbrella, but I fail;
a whirlwind snatches it away,
it's more violent than a hungry eagle
swooping down to catch its prey...
all is in shambles, it scares the beagle
that finds shelter in a hallway
of a decayed building nearby:
he is afraid and shakes terribly!
Melancholy was felt when misty rain
made the maples cry as wailing mothers
do for the loss of their infant child;
no eyes looked drearier, their faces
were marked by a pain hard to explain...
they were finally consoled by God
who ordered rainy clouds to unwind,
giving them the comfort they needed.
Moms take care of their kids, doing all they can
and they sacrifice much, they don't buy a dress
to fill their needs; such angels deserve admiration,
walk with them: they've walked with you always!
The melancholy of this misty rain
can never erase anything too precious to us;
all remains intact in our subconsciousness:
sorrows and joys they reawaken! we reawaken
Zealots preach and I grow ever leerier
They deem bigots good and good folks inferior
I best join their endeaver
Or I'll sizzle forever
There's nothing as disturbing or drearier
2/5/23
Zealots preach and I grow leerier
They deem bigots good and good folks inferior
I best join their endeavor
Or I'll sizzle forever
There's nothing as disturbing or drearier
12/20/22
Flick of a moment and the dark is already there,
In the mind, the paranoid self has started to stare,
When hallucinations are seeming no lesser than reality,
I wish let it at least not be the veracious voice of such brutality.
I know not what is inside,
Though I wish to brush aside,
In vain I try to calm the forces,
To realize I am unable to hold my horses.
Darkness outside makes no difference,
For the blind, darkness inside is scarier,
At this moment helped my reverence,
For I have you who won't let it become drearier.
All I say is thanks for being there my savior !!
What's a sweeter gift than love?
What's the greatest wealth than hope?
What's a richer state than faith?
It behooves you to live by your faith,
And keep aflame the spirit of love,
Woe befalls him who derides hope:
Nothing is drearier than a life bereft of hope,
And he's a lost soul who's without faith,
But unfortunate is he of all who's without love.
All is lost when one loses love, hope and faith!
SUPERIOR – not the lake
To me there are no persons drearier
Than those who think themselves superior,
Think everything in life that they do
Is a little, no, MUCH better than you (do)
She didn’t come right out and make a claim
Not sophisticate was to give it name
As example – I mentioned my dentist
Hers, compared to others by far the best
Sadly, my doctor’s name, somehow, came up
Hers had won the Johns Hopkins world class cup
When I mentioned housing she had a ball
When compared to hers, the Taj Mahal was small
Dare I mention our Jeep parked in the back?
She’d boast of her three bran new Cadillacs
Fed her dog ‘Vet’s Laboratory Test’
Even claimed her Fido’s droppings were best
Then, one day –
Joy! When they had to call an ambulance -
Her chronic case of painful flatulence
Oh! for the wet warm South Westerly
after the cold white North Easterly leaving
sparkling rain on each window pane South Westerly.
At night this rain paints all inanimate things a vivid
hue, while humans look care worn, some even sickly,
no longer New Year spick and span but of a drearier hue.
New snow in the Wolds as yeast in England's east, another
feast for children and adults unable to bring home the bacon.
Drains turn into ice topped streams that underneath show
water swimming like eels in a race to breed. Across the North Sea
diagonally from The Wash, heavy snow is falling in the Norge
fjords like so many Vikings on a raid for plunder, trade or conquest.
With the demise of the midnight dreary
When all mortals,'hope', long to receive
some the morning wish to come
to wash away memories of cut-throat nightmares
some the morning pray to come
to take away the torture of the gloomy darkness
i as well partook in this mass prayer
prayer for morning to come
but as though unto some hellish gods,
the answer to my prayer,behold was more dreary
drearier than my nightmares
nightmares to which i had been condemned to the night before
a hhappy man would i have been,if i was accosted by blood and gore
but no.twas something more dreary,more deadly,more grim
which no mortal man has imagined or in dreams seen
a thinh whose mere appearance spelt doom
which in me inflicted spasms of tempestuous shudders
and behold i dropped,i lay and inly the hourglass can tell
can tell how long lay i,unconscious,the body away from the soul
until consciousness whispered with tyhat piercing sound,shrill
awoke me to yhe bustle and hustle of the midday
The days are growing drearier,
News of the future is grim,
Folks are losing faith in
everything,
Thoughts from the devil keep
creeping into minds,
telling them, "They are no good
and unkind,"
They fight and wrestle with
suggestions to harm,
with each day that passes,
They have accomplished weathering
the storm,
Then emotions flood their minds
and the pain becomes unbearable,
making them anxious and miserable,
In their minds, there is only one
solution to a life of everlasting pain,
Flushing their lives down the drain,
with hopes of never experiencing
a cruel world again,
If only delicate souls could just
hold on for a better hour,
They would truly see God's powers.
The dust dappled panes of window
glass shiver,
in their winter finery of frost crystals.
Elaborate patterns form,
lace-like in their elegance;
cloaking the everyday remnants
of drearier days.
And, as the morning sun rises higher
in the cotton batten sky,
the finery transmutes, tears form;
streaking the dirty face of dawn.