Enticed, seduced, and speedily distilled,
stumbling dumbly, she trips into the arms
of decadence—(such hedonistic charms!)
—and finds her stubborn inhibitions spilled
in a puddle around her thoughts—and, stilled,
her mind is free (of any and all alarms (!) )
of worry, fear, and doubt—beyond all harms
she thunders for a fresh martini, chilled.
Teetering at the brink of another drink
she’s helpless against gravity’s stout
strength—down(and further still)into its wink
sinks the hopeless dupe into the abyss;
with more and more foaming from the spout,
she slips into a lethal, silent kiss—
Categories:
dumbly, addiction, death, drink, drug,
Form: Italian Sonnet
We eulogize our parents, kneel before teachers,
Pay obeisance to idols, and praise every benefactor...
Write poetry on our love, lyrics to our heartthrob,
Elegies in the heartache and play Endymion for a Selene,
Making rainbows out of our pale inane existence.
But when it comes to thanksgiving, some never figure on our list,
And of the few, we are prudent, tongue-tied, and grossly inadequate.
Connate with this corpus from conception
Oh my senses and sensors! You have made me what I am.
But for you I would never have travelled the distances I had,
Nor perceived and indulged in this spectacular world!
Oh, me!
It grieves to leave, yet a new stint is equally tempting.
And before I am dragged out of this housing reluctantly
And watch dumbly, you being impaled and consigned
Let me thank you with all my heart,
Dear senses and dear limbs!
And as a tribute to you, dear frame,
I shall leave behind ... the name!
Categories:
dumbly, 12th grade, thanksgiving,
Form: Free verse
"Oh, dear! There's a lion in my tumbly,"
Winnie the Pooh, said, "I'm feeling numbly"
I'll climb up the tree and get some honey.
Nothing' like sweet honey on a sonny
Day near the honeybees playing dumbly.
2/16/2022
Categories:
dumbly, fantasy,
Form: Rhyme
She's losing count of the times she's cursed
Inconsolably cast my destitute self in hell
She's forgotten the periodical instances she's dumbly paused
Sentient to her reinvigorated hatred
Entwined in inexplicable feelings of attachment
In a layering gone wrong
Probably for its lack of a footing!
In the distant thoughts that harshly rule her mind
Reminding her of the mistakes, she's made
Gaffes that brought an end to our dreams
Of a valid and reachable vision currently so reserved
She's been oblivious of my blunders
Those that justify her actions and reactions
Antiphons consequent not antecedent!
In that newfound awakening
A realization calling for novel resolutions
Dawns upon her like a striking lightning
Sending awakening requests to dimmed passions
In attempting to make past due slip-ups
If only to approach things with naivety
As some subjects are sophistications enemy
But an ally to the crude!
Categories:
dumbly, anger, conflict, emotions, hate,
Form: Rhyme
O, Lady!
Hard as barnacles
That block the silver skin
Of a Swan Boat
That sails errantly
Upon the Sea of Din
You are the Wave
That lifts that boat
Or sinks it in the mire
You are its ruby eyes that dim
Or flare with bright desire.
I cannot tell,
I cannot tell,
The reason
Why you go,
I’ll grip the rails
And furl the sails
And dumbly watch the snow.
Categories:
dumbly, girlfriend, longing, love,
Form: Rhyme
Deeply, dangerously,
daringly, darkly
defiantly, deadly
deftly, dumbly
disgustingly dis-guarded
10/8/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. ©2020
Categories:
dumbly, allusion, analogy, anxiety, confusion,
Form: Alliteration
No wonder our dreams have grown dark
We’re living in our own film-noir
Claws extend from every cloud
And grip our very hearts
They hold our minds in iron jaws
As we become disposable corpses
Icy eyelights staring out
From the murk of a distant forest
Our fear of what we might become
Inspires our creations
Comedies of denial for us
Warning lights for generations
Dumbly obeying our masters
In rotting inanimate bodies
No wonder our dreams have grown dark
We’ve chosen to be zombies
June 27, 2020
Categories:
dumbly, anxiety, dark, dream, fear,
Form: Verse
and
and
now for
my next
trick i
will not
one nor two
but three
yes you
heard that
right folks
three
i will
simultaneously write
three
poems not one
at a time
but at
the same
time reminding you
i once did
while dumbly staring
at work
write a fugue
Categories:
dumbly, muse,
Form: I do not know?
The poet to his garden went
To ease a potent, lingering grief;
He thought his sadness might be spent
If he could eulogize a leaf.
The sunshine was as fresh as mint.
The crystal dew, the virgin morn
And some lone songbird dumbly lent
Their succor as relief of scorn.
And so he penned the songbird's trill,
Perfecting it in hours late,
Not knowing that the sweet and shrill
Melodious call was for a mate;
Not knowing, too, that what he wrote
Beneath the fire muses sent
Was word for word and note for note
Exactly what the songbird meant.
Categories:
dumbly, bird,
Form: Lyric
In the silence lies a mortal wound
a voiceless arrow has struck
dumbly it thunders
identifying
final innocence crushed
Exquisite is the torture of a silent stare
holding every vanquished embittered care
Somewhere beyond an emotional peek
where tears find a language to speak
The silence of utter failure
the throws between a life and it's death
the hush of a dream at once impoverished
as you witness it's final breath
Sound buried in the void of explanation
mute the muse of words
suspended only notwithstanding
owned hope of his and hers
An endless pause hangs in between
as your grip slips knowing what it means
Words so deafening only silence can bear them
when the strong have no defiance left to live
in the soundless silence already condemning
the living who can't endure it again
In this silence so inaudibly hearable
so cruel so brutal it's sound
the pitch of which is so unbearable
the deaf cry... Turn it down!
Categories:
dumbly, hurt, sorrow, sound, spoken
Form: I do not know?
Defeated men, seeking solace
Elbows posed on time polished bar
Staring numbly into empty glass
Eyes gazing dumbly, sadly, humbly
Reliving the unforgiving
Lost time…long past
Categories:
dumbly, age, life,
Form: Prose Poetry
It is the extraordinary privilege of human beings
It does not in the least affect other living beings
Its peculiarity is that it prods only the intellectuals
And discounts idiots and enlightened as exceptions.
It is only the sensitive and sensible who succumb
While the stupid and useless treat it with aplomb
This proves that too much of thinking is no good
Lest boredom bug may attack and that is no good.
One may take pride in being very knowledgeable
And suffer the frequents bites of the boredom bug
Or dumbly admit being stupid and an ignoramus
And rejoice in the low bliss that ignorance confers.
Categories:
dumbly, how i feel, truth,
Form: Free verse
You might like to lend me an ear
So I might tell you something you'd like to hear
My most whimsical, my most fantastic dream
The one in which I was a bonsai it would seem
It happened two nights ago
I went to bed with a heart full of sorrow
And prayed to the Lord of tomorrow
To help me go with life's flow
And I closed my eyes only to open them again
And looked around while trying to ascertain
Of what I had become
Of where I had come from
I had no feet, I had a root
I had no house, I had only a vase
And everything around me seemed bigger in space
Everything looked like stars in shoot
I watched life, silently, dumbly
I envied those who could move
I hoped to move with as much liberty
But I was stuck to this vasey grave
And I felt the despair
It was one to be hors pair
Never before my previous whims seemed so useless
Childish even, for I realised I was a pampered self
And that was when I woke up
It was just a dream, I said, shaken up
Thank God! What about all those sorrows
Why they can go down the burrows!
Categories:
dumbly, dream,
Form: Quatrain
Why was I given these eyes that hide
Behind this clumsy heart-
Hands and knees forever searching
For an honest soul?
It feels as though we're wringing water
From a dusty rag.
It feels as though we're submerged in longing
Ever drowning in our thirst.
Why was I given these eyes that grope
For another’s warmth,
When love is fired through a gun,
Or taken from a calloused hand;
Sight has cursed my heart to see
The naked spent to dust.
Blindness,
Kiss me with your tasteless lips and I will see no more.
I will not see their tears through mine,
I will not see their laughter;
I will not see their careless words,
Looking dumbly after.
I will not see their hateful glares that only’ve seen hateful eyes.
I will not see their broken ears that never hear my broken cries;
They’ll all be black to me.
Jacob Reinhardt 09/11/2013
Categories:
dumbly, addiction, angst, art, beauty,
Form: Blank verse
drowning...
Screaming silently for that one breath
of life...
that whirling maelstrom of beaten-down loss upon wrap-around defeat
of life...
that mercilessly shovels heaps of leaden rubble as you try to get back on your feet
drowning...
mute and dumbly flailing in the raging torrent
of being...
but a mere speck of dirt on the tapestry of a world, that at times, is quite abhorrent
drowning...
quietly wishing to surrender to the nothingness that seductively beckons, as you gasp
while...
hoping against all hope that a lifeline would appear suddenly within your grasp
drowning...
yet caught in the ghastly waters of unchartered isolation
feeling...
a trickle of hope amidst the gushing liquid of sheer desolation
drowning...
whilst holding on to slivers of sanity when blistering madness calls out to you
as...
faltering weaknesses snap and gnaw at your state of being, out of the pristine clear blue
drowning...
i have felt the pull of life's devious current as it has stripped me of my self and left me naked and bare
and still...
i fight with every suffocating breath left within
to surface and to cling onto
another gulp of life's coarse and putrid air...
Categories:
dumbly, angst, cowboy-western, depression, dream,
Form: I do not know?
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