playing havoc
gloomy sky is heavy
on these old bones
Nature calls out to me.
Beckons on this gloomy rainy sunday afternoon.
Wants to share my solitude.
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
In this sad
And cruel
And lonely reality,
A gloomy day.
«When you look yourself in the mirror these days,
Tell me: What do you see?»
Spirit of Edgar Allan Poe
It haunts the halls especially the parlor
A somber quiet darkness omnipresent
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
I am aware of the shorter days..I am going to use an old term, in a new way..By the way.' First to all soupers..Be careful going
Out its really 'carney, and cold about.'
The ways are uneven, that..Well??
carney-ness is so deep.' Stay in the light
And also may you; your sanity keep.'
On those dreary days
when skies are grey
and all the clouds are black
hey that's me I'll be
running through the raindrops
in my torn and worn out mac
it may be gloomy yet
when the weather's wet
and the dismal day is dark
that's me you'll see
splashing through the puddles
out there in the nearest park
I love a rainy day a rainy day is fine
I gotta say altho' I love a rainy day
in November I prefer your sunshine
Sad on gloomiest of days
the simple colour crimson makes me smile
~ who knew so little mattered
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
With lamps, fiery skies,
Pearls and spires all so many,
Sans thy light of eyes
O thou doe-eyed young beauty,
This world’s gloomy night to me.
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Translation (Tanka) | 29.08.2025 | beauty, dark, world
Note: Here is a verse (in Anushtubh meter) from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Here the poet imagines world without his doe-eyed beauty-- dark even with sun, moon, and brilliant jewels. Here is the transliteration of the original Sanskrit:
Sati pradeepe sati agnau,
Satsu naana manishu api |
Vinaa me mrga-shaava-akshyaa,
Tamah bhootam idam jagat || 16 ||
It is gloomy in the city
smoke in this bar
I am sitting here alone
with no place to go
nothing to do
no friends to call
just waiting for hours to pass
sipping coffee here and then
and smoking a cigarette.
I knew an old buffoon
quite the gloomy poltroon
who through a stormy monsoon
flew his hot air balloon
and among the Walloon
and Flemish
much to their surprise
did not meet his demise
but with neither a blot
not a jot
nor blemish
at all
on hand
in the small
6-Government
densely populated
parliamentary constitutional monarchy
3-language country of Belgium
safely did crash land
Divided Sky
Relentless downpour.
Reflections through rain puddles.
Angry lightning.
Wind binding.
Over-cast darkly.
Thunder striking.
Dark tones through juxtaposition.
Divided sky, emotions.
Contrast shaded purple hues.
Sky falling pursued.
Trees recognized from a distance.
Angry sky with trivial effections.
Light to haunted dark.
Solitary roaming through the graveyard.
Gloomy after-math.
Clouds velvet subsided.
Gloomy Forecast
leafless deciduous tree branches in Fall—signal Winter’s approach
Maybe one day,
when silence is loud enough to hear,
we’ll open the door
instead of stacking bodies.
They ask, “Where’s God?”
when the blood hits the floor—
as if He hadn’t carved
light into every corner before.
But truth is,
He built the door.
And we locked it.
Stacked our fears like bricks
and blocked it—
then cried
when no light shined through.
This was never a flaw in the plan,
just a flaw
in the hands of man.
Given a garden,
we bought a shovel.
Given a Son…
we played holy telephone.
Game took too long.
Judge is dead.
And God didn’t fail—
but we found a way
to sell mirrors
and bend love,
just to justify hell.
God bought me
a five-dollar door.
And my thoughts
have me stuck on this side.
I punched a hole through it—
light shines through so properly,
stands no chance
against the dust in here.
Every once in a while,
somebody comes to visit me.
And they stack up.
Weather is overcast.
And the light becomes a mystery.
The cracks in the door
no longer glow.
Too many bodies
blocking the rays.
I can’t blame the builder
for how we fill these hallways
In the midst of striving with fate,
Searching for dreams that debate,
Here’s the reason not to be afraid,
To try harder and not hesitate.
They’re celebrating milestones in life,
The smile on their face shines, like winning in light.
With glittering eyes and curving lips so positive,
The dreams they’ve drawn are now real, fulfilled.
Crying isn’t always gloomy,
It means another life that shines brightly.
Thinking of a reason to live life to the fullest,
Genuine love as the light that brightest.
The laughter that brings others happiness,
The embrace that gives the feeling warmest,
A hug that touches the heart with faithfulness,
Eye to eye, sharing a love so pureness.
Every love in their flickering eyes,
Struggling sometimes, yet it’s the prize.
The mouth that opens unpredictably,
A heart that beats with excitement and warmly.
Realizing something—the want, not the need,
The so-called freedom offers another lead.
It’s about commitment, it’s about decision,
It’s about something in everything, bringing the conclusion.
a mantis' fervent prayer is answered
nightingale's cheerful knife heard;
it's next to godliness!
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