If words would wear resistance down,
trust me, I would use them.
Fine phrases mollify that frown?
The agile adverb, the nimble noun?
I would not refuse them!
If poems charmed your soul, you
may depend upon it,
I'd eulogize, extol you,
compel, convince, cajole you,
in silken sonnets.
But what can words achieve?
Nothing, I fear, that matters.
Though I would fain believe
the word webs which I weave
can knit again love's ravelled sleeve,
I'm really not quite that naive.
And so I feel I have to leave
this thing of ours in tatters.
I have seen your sunrise,
What its ray's glee advertise...
From which interests arise,
To care my eyes eulogize.
I have seen your sunshine,
What naturalist duly assign...
From nature's own guideline,
To an altar day; both enshrine.
I have seen evidence; its look,
What beauty's hope can't hook...
From selfless acts, mind's outlook
To cook: taste, aroma can't rook.
I have seen wonder; its swing,
What influence holds to sling...
From value, kindness of king,
To voice's rhythm, words sing.
I wander with the lone cloud,
What modelling trap of you, wowed!
From its shine before crowd,
To its set far away time, age endowed.
What will sunset of your beauty be?
Will it be able to hold you to your degree,
With which you show off so free...
When time comes against its shinning decree?
Oh! illusion of all illusions
Art thou incarnated as Cupid?
Depicted ye with wings
And hath armed with love-shaft
Entwines ye many hearts of innocence
And warms thyself in their perdu passion
Thou drowns many hearts of sanctity love
Into your fathomless Lethe
And creates many insane encomiast
To eulogize thy illusion deeds
As Apollo transformed Clytie to sunflower
Thou endears innocent hearts bend towards you
Cadeceus, I pray unto thee, resurrect true-hearts
Whom the nebulous, fiend Cupid has entombed.
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!
Her Parted Soul
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She hoped that just a precious few
would catch her when she stumbled,
to lift her from her broken knees
when so her spirit crumbled.
But precious few were off at play.
They did not hear her cry;
and in the end as she went down
the Hope within her died.
Hope's fellows, Faith and Charity,
lay too within her grave,
as precious few will eulogize
a soul they did not save.
Life will have days that you will wish to revise
Things said or done will fill you with compromise
Decisions over which you will agonize
And still, the sun will rise
At times others will seek to antagonize
Nights filled with anger shall certainly arise
For, sometimes, your reflection, you will despise
And still, the sun will rise
There will be hard days with long heartfelt goodbyes
When all we can still do is but eulogize
Leaving those left with love but still tearful eyes
And still, the sun will rise
There will always be dark nights with cloudy skies
But things, as is their way, will yet stabilize
Finding new joys, as well as new, true allies
As life will go on with its new lows and highs
And still, the sun will rise
-- by ThoughtsFromB4
Peace and unity sing in harmony, echoing worldwide,
When acts of humility replace revenge-infused pride,
When narrowness of mind, naked ambitions subside,
When nations of goodwill, stand together side-by-side.
No inconsolable tears, flooding grief in mothers’ eyes,
No gloomy dawns rise, in smoke of war on sunny skies,
Clamors of hungry, displaced souls, no longer agonize;
No more shattered dreams, buried alive, to eulogize.
Nothingness ceases to vacate sanctity of self-esteem,
Children now rejoice, reminiscing in Cinderella-dream,
Vying bliss of tranquil, endearments of amity redeem,
Discarding ill will, shrieking from yore of vicious regime.
Hiroshima, Nagasaki—echoes of sad, remorseful past,
Resonate horror and shock, from memories aghast;
A world without war, a wish too far, yet close to heart,
Achievable when covenants of life don’t keep us apart.
Dignity of humanity ranks supreme, as priorities change,
Nations engage in educational and cultural exchange,
Farms and factories hum, ensuring hunger is eliminated
As peace and unity toll, from hearts and minds elated.
To submit or to quit, that is the question!
Let’s call a spade a spade, not to be rude,
Some contests’ stipulations are quite crude,
It’s time to learn from errors of the past
And slam the needy judges’ tricks at last.
Don’t get me wrong, to challenges I stand
With my poetic musing on demand,
Yet reading contest rules, thorough and deep,
Oft my quivering quill begins to weep.
While my head spins and ink’s eager to spill
I begin to doubt if I ever will -
Weave thoughts to words together on the theme
Upon the requisitions of extreme.
I do eulogize the creative sense
Of judges’ hopes from our mighty pens,
Just don’t impede too hard on muse in use,
Let the great meandering minds run loose.
Last not least, what truly boils my bile -
When it’s a must to add a YouTube file,
First open the link, then share to embed,
By then my literary mind’s brain-dead.
Lament the clumsy stumble bum who bungles his debut
By mumbling his monologue and missing every cue.
He wanders freely off his mark and often flubs his lines.
His timing’s unpredictable. His rhythm bumps and grinds.
He hams it up like Barrymore and eats the scenery whole.
His critics shame him endlessly, then eulogize his soul.
But though the humbled imbecile stands slack-jawed center stage,
He’s chosen best supporting actor this post-modern age.
His talents prove sufficient in the arts of song and dance
To stand him for election and provide him with a chance.
So he shall be the candidate his party comes to choose.
No matter how the voting goes, he knows he just can't lose.
“Grief is the price we pay for love.” — Queen Elizabeth II
What can I say about the one I loved and lost?
The eulogy of his life will not be spoken by me
for I'm too grief stricken after paying the cost
of loving. From that debt I'll never be free.
Now, dark clouds are constantly hovering
no longer do songbirds sing in the morning sky.
I think I shall never succeed in recovering
from the sorrow I felt when saying, "Goodbye."
My hearth is filled with ashes, gray and chilled.
No longer does an ember glow in my heart
and the only thing I feel is a love, unfulfilled
once his soul and mine were ripped apart.
There are no words anyone could possibly speak
to eulogize the one who's become a distant star.
I grow wearier as each tear falls on my cheek,
knowing I cannot reach him. He's traveled too far.
February 13, 2023
Writing Challenge "E" Words Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France
I can be serious
furtive, mysterious
Or sunny funny playful
as I pen a whole sleigh-full
Spin long narrative yarns
of lovers in each other's arms
Adorations to celestial beauty
of skies' myriad charms
I can write a song
cut it short, extend it long
Or swiftly drum up a dance
Create a gypsy in a trance
Compose a 'Bravo!' to a friend
Or eulogize life's other end
Plumb the depths of hearts and minds
Treasures of words, uniquely mine...
" I CAN'T HEAR YOU WHEN YOU WHISPER "
you screech one final time,
so loudly that the walls between us shake
(Listen, listen, listen!)
I repeat, with fresh rebellion
but to you, it's just a whisper
so you hear nothing
'til my lips are at your grimy ear
and now it is too late
After I have done, you thump behind me down the cellar stairs, eyes aglitter
And leaning awkwardly against the roughened wall,
stare past me as I work
I may now speak my mind unmolested,
while you, of course, can make no further
comment
These shaken walls hold sentences for far too many ghosts
and tomorrow, I'll begin to tear them down
but for now, I eulogize at the height of my voice
so I can't hear you when you whisper
The past can be found written in history books,
Statues stand and tell no lies.
To see the future, to the stars you need to look.
We are pawns in a game of queens, kings, and rooks;
Bygone crimes we seek to sanitize.
The past can be found written in history books.
Time does not change a hero to a crook,
And to the devil you cannot eulogize.
To see the future, to the stars you need to look.
No matter what liberties with the truth are took,
Man’s bygone crimes remain, that all must realize.
The past can be found written in history books.
Always remember: man’s follies are just a page in God’s scrapbook,
Our foolishness we look to normalize.
To see the future, to the stars you need to look.
This world came without a guidebook,
Our past is not perfect and cannot be idealized.
The past can be found written in history books.
To see the future, to the stars you need to look.
A spic and span barren bed,
soft pillow with blanket spread.
You're tired and bored, all hackneyed.
Ready to sleep, drop down dead.
But...a vigilant mind..alive in dread.
cacophony..chaos..thoughts unsaid.
Another sleepless night ahead?
Head and heart throbs, like burning cigarettes
Broken love haunts, rude taunts and threats.
Throttled throat breathes, playback cassetes.
Silent tears douse, debts and regrets.
There lies the pillow, waiting to get wet.
That pillow.....so much you miss ..
Where Santa hid .....those gifts of bliss.
An angel mom blew goodnight kiss.
The pillow fights of sweet reminisce.
Now all ruffled,.. restless,.. whimpers hiss
Somnolent sombre eyes,
in endless rhythm eulogize..
A Sleepless Lullaby....
Dawn bids night goodbye....
a real Alleluia
In a heavenly atmosphere
ecclesiastical manner
an angelic sound
a loud joyful eulogize
applaud
aloud
a ceaseless praise
glory
the amen's mood
a prayerful proclamation
acclaimation
spuritual tribute
faith leads
hope rules
love commands.
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