If dirges tend to distress, no wonder,
They’re par for course nothing less, no wonder.
If naught comes in nor goes save memories
And graver gets loneliness, no wonder.
If fireflies fail to brighten gloomy nights,
Darkness adds to grief’s denseness, no wonder.
Yet, should your acts cast dull shadows, beware,
Sun is a ruthless witness, no wonder.
Caught in Self’s lawful court, I would confess,
Guilty feels this mute witness, no wonder.
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Ghazal |14.03.2026 | darkness, dirge, distress, loneliness, memories, night
Recumbant redundancy
Came t'coil and careen 'round the rails of goosen flesh heels
Strained the frame of my mortal fallibility
And estranged mine name from the cankering collage of mine colleagues in arms
'ggressively agrieved mine mantled place and mounting crown
That hath e'er now oxidise down the stairs of mine life
Racked mine train and affronted frame of thought
For one was reticent in their regiment
Now, e'er dulled thee t'the dole,
O dewy-doe eye'd,
Such shall surely swallow thee whole
Haunted to pleasantries, t'the gaunt face before thee
None graver than the ashen grave 'fore I
Ghoulishly reposed, to enclose and envelope,
My writing hand loosen'd in a lousy attempt,
To evade, to prolificate, and feed the face of the market rate.
And with a bow, I shall forsake my latent escape
And one shall take their monthly crown, without rebate.
21//12//25
Home for sale
Home on fire
Fire in the sky
Fire and brimstone
Brimstone and sulfur
Brimstone and infernal dioxide
Dioxide evangelism
Dioxide emissions
Emissions aggress as amorphous
Emissions control
Control of ourselves (and other selves)
Control the carbon
Carbon is terminal and isotopic
Carbon is a footprint
Footprint reduction
Footprint calculator
Calculator online
Calculator broken
Broken promises
Broken bones on a broken planet
Planet Earth
Planet in peril
Peril is peculiar and personal
Peril is graver danger
Danger inherent and external
Danger zone
Zone out
Zone in
In favor of being
In the know
Know thyself
Know the truth
Truth or dare
Truth hurts
Hurts to see
Hurts to breathe
Breathe deeply
Breathe slowly
Slowly dying
Slowly fading
Fading hope
Fading away
Away from here
Away from there
There is no time
There is no escape
Escape plan
Escape route
Route 66
Route to nowhere
Nowhere to go
Nowhere to hide
Hide
Go...
Listen up troops, some words before battle
There is no need to fret or be afraid
Even as the walls around us rattle
The enemy's prowess will be betrayed
Yes, they may out number us three to one
With armor that is of much better grade
Our oppressors think we will turn and run
A graver mistake has never been made
This is our home, built from blood, sweat and tears
Hearts and souls forged better than any blade
We have worked so hard to banish our fears
Prepared immensely to defeat this raid
Raise your weapons high, let the arrows fly
The time for us to give it all is nigh!
Written for A WARRIOR SONNET by John lawless
9/21/2020
Heart of my heart brings back lost memories
When on the beach when made of sand it sinks
When broken there transformed to granular
There is no place to go but into madness
When the heart turns cold and sad and into sand
The surf turns dark with shadows growing dim
Over distant ocean waves alone with thoughts adrift
Like a lunar landing lonely but more remote than this
When the heart becomes removed by evil
Pretending to be something cute and cuddly
When you learn what ugly is about
The tide goes out but you remain insane
When I collect myself and all the little pieces
There is not much left inside the hollow self
What remains I place inside a dirty shoe box
More lost than found
That which was a beating heart inside
As I walk the seashore down one last time
Once living once upon a time for only you
Now soulless I must take it home to hide
Not on a shelf or on display with trophies
But under beds or underground with graver endings
It does not matter where you place a broken heart
Both it and I know our place when dead is dead
Be On Best Behavior
God's Son we love is our Lord and Savior,
So should always be on our best behavior;
Recognize God;
Love and laud;
Instead of greater things can become graver.
Jim Horn
Lament of my life
If something I could do
to change this world,
A drop in ocean although
must have changed some hues ...
Learnings in time
all through and through,
Knowledge attained
was far from real life basic needs, but
Wasted were many years
searching the unseen,
while simple facts apparent
I took to closed eyes,
Had I fed the poor,
Had I educated their kids,
Had I known their grief
The hunger, the poverty
in itself graver than disease,
Inequality a silent killer,
Had I applied balm to the bruised souls,
rather than just curing an ailment.
Maybe it's time to change
and feed my soul's hunger,
A change of a doc's role,
turning cards to a social healer,
Try cure the problem, wholesome
living in content for a cause !
Written March 17th, 2016
For contest "Lament of your life" by Casarah
When innocence no longer knows fear
the rivers of earth will unleash a baptism,
as anger fades with their ancestors genes
souls of the Guf will forevermore fly free
Evils are blinding the light of humanity
spotting the gaze of the troubled
stealing the hearts of the lost,
a graver threat now revolutionizes war
We've only one chance to save our world
do not waste it with greed and envys lies,
now with connections made planet wide
the danger has never been more imminent
Turn every first contact into one of love
you will never find a stronger bind,
touch the water flowing on wails of grief
know their pain, believe it until death
Let justice rise her heavenly sword
lowering it onto the nape of the wicked,
and eternally let truth be your shield
no greater protection exists on earth
Find peace in a seeded blade of grass
know a communion of humanity in a sunrise, as the federation of angels arrives, know,
they come in peace but prepared for war.
Balanced on a blackening precipice
in these moments a choice is made,
that commitment will lead the world
into a platinum age of peaceful bliss
If in these times we wane or waver
If those who question fall from favor
The consequence could not be graver
obscured is the terrible toll
Manipulation is slow and unseen
Lives controlled by a corrupt machine
when no one remains who dare intervene
Each person just playing their role
Tyranny's voice deflects and maligns
Propaganda alters the minds
The terms of freedom redefined
Automatons robbed of their souls
So, the saying is truer
“Absence makes the heart grow fonder”
When we’ve fallen as lovers
We can’t look aback as a loner
Time clocks would seem slower
Consider every beat by the hour
So precious you are
We long to be together
Distance had become longer
Communication gap must not be wider
The missing becomes wishing
And wishing becomes missing
What is there in loving
Certainly is your company
The intimacy which goes with ecstasy
That brought us assuring and trusting
Has been mutual, and all odds and dangers
Sometimes makes the circumstance graver
And the challenges regardless matters
No means to counter, rather remember
Missing has to be weathered
Lest it withers
But when finally with each other
The temperature’s higher!
3/8/2012
Shish, don’t wake the dead!
The sculpted angel holds
Her finger to her lips and
Whispers..............
Lichens on her limbs attest
To the time she has spent
Tender breathing silence.
About the gravestone
Graver still, little trinkets
Rest; gifts that stay
Tranquil .
The silent scene is set
But in my mind I hear
The sods of earth upturned
By the diggers spade.
I hear the sculptors
Chisel chip marble
Away to reveal the
Angel’s skin .
I hear taught ropes
Slide beneath the casket and
I hear the sobs of loved
Ones in the breeze.
.........................Shish!
Your crisis of conviction
Of the ages and the aging
Left me a bereft,
stupid, scarred leaf --
Trembling, weathered, soliciting
something of a haven from
Graver monsters still.
That I gave you
So much tarp on which to trample
And the bit of flower I cultivated
Continues to gnaw at me.
The caterpillar now chrysalis
You are morphing into something beautiful
While I a mere rotting, invidious corpse.
Please, I beg you,
fly off that I may collapse
or compose myself
(all compost and rot)
if not into something
good and true
At least into something else.
You don't recognize yourself anymore.
Neither do I:
bearing no resemblance
to a creature once beloved.
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