So long have I harped of regret,
For price of vice is not paid yet,
With rueful heart, Lord, now I pray;
O God, won't you show me the way.
Contrite in careless deeds of yore,
As mindless acts morals abhor,
I seek amends, and humbly say;
O God, won't you show me the way.
With remorse I sail for morrow,
Steer life’s ship through pain and sorrow,
And vow, all debts, I shall repay;
O God, won't you show me the way.
In lonesome past alone I moan,
For blunders made now I atone,
And pledge your edicts, I'll obey;
O God, won't you show me the way.
Though evil lurks, tries to cajole,
While, toll immoral, taxes soul,
From goodwill divine I won't stray;
O God, won't you show me the way.
Written: January 12, 2023
Placed 1st: Revealing Your Soul…Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Soto Poet
Form: Kyrielle (eight syllables per line)
Categories:
harped, forgiveness, introspection, prayer,
Form: Kyrielle
Steadied by anthropological roots,
the strong influence gained in Kishamish,
flitting in and out of light and darkness
while harvesting the fields of literature
she delved into the depths of cultural
diversity, the political strength
of peaceful and ecological themes,
dialogue, balanced ideologies,
oriental spiritualism. She
blended science, fiction and fantasy
and harped on environmental issues,
feminism, sexual identity.
Her faithful pen a constant companion
in a long journey of exploration.
Hers, a brimful life with No time to Spare .
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Contest hosted by Debbie Guzzi
Placed 4th
© 28th February 2018
Categories:
harped, literature, writing,
Form: Verse
I WISH
Now I wish I didn't have, when my mother went without.
She selflessly gave out of love, of that there is no doubt.
I wish I weren't so needy, when my father worked so hard.
Toiled through day and into night so I'd be dealt a better card.
I wish I hadn't harped or begged, for the latest toy.
To possess for a little while and gave but fleeting joy.
I wish that I could give them back and give more in its place.
A little less commercial to light up someones face.
I wish I could take back the nasty things I've said.
Take them to the ocean and bury them in the sea bed.
Our words can be so hurtful, our actions can be too.
So think how would it feel to be in others shoes.
I wish I could forget the darker scenes of life.
The trouble and the termoil and deeds that eeked with strife.
But knowing that they happened, well just maybe it's ok.
To give us lessons for our life and aim for brighter days.
Categories:
harped, conflict,
Form: Rhyme
crossfire
©Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
10/31/2014
Caught in the crossfire
He bought a Greek lyre ( we must admire)
He harped on and on–a liar
Categories:
harped, fun, nonsense,
Form: I do not know?
she looks at him with obvious trepidation which overwhelmes her whole being
emotions vanish as swiftly as they come especially when your consumed by insecurities
through stubbornness and blatant disregard she harped on him relentlessly
their conversation was animated in hushed voices as hers bacame venomous
everything has an explanation and a motivation he thought as she nipped at his heels like a
puppy
thats a fair assumption to conclude she was outta her mind and going crazy over him
she was tough and invincible but love leads to vulnerability which leads to predators which
causes attacks
in a parallel univerese this would be ok but this is 2009 and this was getting old
boredom atrophied her mind when she was alone causing her to stalk him on the phone
this was a turning point for both of them someone had to go
she needed to validate her existence and wanting and needing him was how she did it
she finally bacame tired as she regurfitated the same old lost love story over and over again
dissappointment lies between romance and general fiction when your expecting to be in love
forever!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
harped, lost lovelove,
Form: I do not know?