The Tracks of Forlorn
The gravel is new, freshly laid,
The boundaries bordered by fences we've made,
Walking along in my tarseled feet,
In the dark of the night and midsummer's heat,
I look at the tracks and feel the horn,
The world at my back and all of their scorn.
The train passes by on ridges of steel,
Shaking the ground and all I feel.
It rolls along as the ground surely shakes,
The peace is shattered as my mind itself quakes.
Stress of the mind feels like torrents of sin,
As the wind rushes by pushed from the lead engine.
Memories flash by as trains eat up steel,
Running through mind like an old movie reel.
I've lived and I've loved, but memories are torn,
Like the train of my mind on tracks of forlorn.
I've stood and I've felt,
Pondering now the cards I'd been dealt,
In the dead of the night and train's aftermath,
The silence is deaf'ning on the cold gravel path.
-Debra
The foghorn groaned through seas forlorn,
To mourn the scorn of a sailor sad and travel-torn;
Thrice-lashed, salt-bruised and storm-torn,
wishing his soul to be reborn,
when midnight's black and barbed thorn
was withdrawn by break-of-day at dawn.
one lash for being ragged and outworn,
one more for stealing the captain's corn
a third for old regrets too long worn
upon the sleeve, to worship and adorn.
Oh the how the forlorn
wear a foghorn
on their sleeves torn
to mourn,
torn to adorn,
torn to scorn,
torn to mourn-
with a foghorn!
Those who served salt on my wounds,
snatched my childhood diary,
threw it into orange fumes.
I hugged them.
Burned my dreams, locked every door;
my favourite scarf, they tore.
The depth of darkness they showed in their core—
fear of a knock on the door
since the age of four.
I sit beside my window,
watch a homeless snore.
I find his life a dream of mine—
jealousy from my eyes gets poured.
Yet after decades, I hold a smile;
all scars, perfectly, I hide.
I gift sweetness to the monsters
who drank my blood.
I offered bonds to the evils
who used to flood—
floods of tears,
oceans of sadness,
peace of heavy weight.
Yet apparently,
this is my karma.
This is my fate.
petals fall flaccid
without farewell requiem...
spring symphony waits
There are Dogs barking at the tweakers
Throwing up in our garden.
Their merciless chains drag them
Clawing into the dirt
Digging into their frothing throats and I
Am happy for the tiles
For my two cold feet on the floor.
I am picking your tonsils
Out of my teeth
And spitting into the stream of
My feverish thoughts.
In the other room
I watch through the mirror
As my mother crawls into the comfort
Of her bad dreams.
And I
Am so very soft.
Or so she says.
When the heart feels heavy
tears roll down the cheeks
expressing the pain within.
Flushing the hidden grief
and feeling so light
One is relaxed and falls asleep...
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Your Forlorn
At some point, I’ll know the pass
So abhorrent I cannot surpass
The cruel and twisted of the mind
I have to keep my mind sublimed
The weeping mind
The mindless soul
The love that was never told
The shame that broke my heart in two
Of forever wanting you
That tiny child, so long ago
The one that never knew a foe
The one that held the cries inside
And now it bleeds out deep you know
That sickening that doth does spew
Because that sickening, that was you
Forgiveness now tis in my mind
I’ve passed a way it is now kind
I hope you get the passage through
Your mind
Release
Don’t feel it blue
One day you’ll seethe in your mind
A fruitful magic of cries inside
Of understanding that you’ll know
No more broken hearts
No more antagonising foe
The weeping mind it is no more
Unfortunately for you
Forlorn
a flower's momentum
never interrupts the observer
both exist in prolonged beauty
only the distracted and distant
note disruption of decay
For Oliver's Contest. 31/7/25 Haiku: 5,7,5. Tanka: 5,7,5,7,7.
came to hear her sing
to me she is everything
her soft voice lilting
her song of vows sworn
a heavy heart was now torn
lost love so forlorn
as I sat there before her
she'll not know I adore her
I am a decrepit, I'll tell you why
Even though telling you will make me cry
My world has been turned around, upside down
And I've developed an eternal frown.
I've tried to be helpful all of my life
Now, sadly I have to think more than twice
I've been backstabbed and I'm truly forlorn
If only I could have been told, for-warned.
My life means nothing to me anymore
Happiness and joy has flown from my door
I won’t help anyone else, as before
Only my hubby, the one I adore.
Here I sit wondering how to go on
Will I be disliked now, by everyone
Can one's joy of living ever come back
After they have been verbally attacked.
The hurt I feel is driving me insane
It will never happen ever again
I'll hide away, keeping me to myself
I hope the backstabber's proud of herself.
* * *
Why won’t poets write about us?
Is rhyming with orange that troubling?
Don’t we, like other fruits need thus:
To be showered with praises all bubbling?
We have stunning looks and great taste
But where are the poems and sonnets?
We are saddened that no one makes haste
To promote us on shirts or bonnets.
We hate to complain about this,
But it’s awful and gone on too long!
It has come to a state of injustice
And us oranges can’t “move on.”
Will someone pen us a platitude,
Or wax about orange’s great name?
Or will cowards offer no gratitude
And we linger on, having no fame.
The next time you savor our juice
Or peel our remarkable skins,
We will pardon the years of abuse,
If poets will pick up their pens!
Forlorn look on my happy dog
Came back sad from the neighbor’s bog
No idea what happened there
But he is sad, and it’s not fair
Inspired by Stevie Wonder song "My World Is Empty Without You"
My love is forlorn without you
I imagine you alight like a fairy from moonbeam
Glitter like the shine of the silvery night
Like a dew drop of dawn I want you to glow
In my lonesome meadow
I’ll see you make my love flourish in my empty world
I live only to seek you
As you walk in ballerina steps dancing with glee
On the silver-soaked beach of the sea
The waves will bring the strings of pearl
On your ivory feet they will curl
I’ll make my love adorn you with adoring jewels
You’re an angel treading my dream trail
Your face radiates through the stardust veil
Your gentle embrace will take me on a fascinating flight
My heart will cascade like a stream of delight
I’ll carry you with love in its flow forever.
I live only to need you
As I walk lonely in the deserted wasteland
You’ll take me to the blooming valley of colors
My longing will turn into a flower for you
Our future will be tinged by its hue
My love is forlorn without you
"before my eyes dropped their shades
for the night I heard the nightingale singing"
Quote by _Constance
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mournful his song that it made me weep
his melodious voice drifting
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