In the serf's vase, a blossom gaudily sits.
Within an eternity so heartlessly clipped.
Goals only half met, pocked with regret.
You've come so far-far up from the crag.
The crystal of the dream withering to hagfish.
It was all about the gifts and the voyage within
A silver starfish, a tide pool's lone gem.
Children who played so boundlessly
Out in the dew-fresh meadows
When the summer sun bathed life in chaos
And their hearts yearned so endlessly
Adults who sought so endlessly
In their fathers' glass houses
When night lights mirrored death in the frame
And their souls glimpsed so heartlessly
Is it meanness or even jealousy:
a plot to harm me heartlessly?
I'm fearful of that menacing look,
it's a horror story I read in a book!
Your intentions are extremely evil,
you put on the face of the Devil;
I stay wide awake, sleep won't ever come,
I don't look fine, I thought this was home!
I'm fearful of that menacing look,
If I say hello to someone, I get a lecture;
you come running and a make a gesture
not too pleasant and call me a jerk!
I can be jealous too, mine is not an obsession...
yours is and believe me it scares me quite a lot;
my affairs are in the past tense, I use discretion:
nobody touches me, I don't lie, I do what is right!
I'm fearful of that menacing look,
I isolate myself, if I hear a knock
on that door: I stay put and ignore
your silly screams that hurt to core!
10/15/2023
Who ever declared you cannot?
Is a full blown, liar I promise you.
In their lives, they failed at some task.
And now?
The unmitigated gall, to drag you
into heartbreak row?
Do not buy losers' stories!!
To those with fortitude and gall ~
Comes an entirely, different story!
One where there was loss and
then came great glory.
I have experienced this myself
and know the joys of victory.
Odds are many poets are just like me.
Not weeping over lost loves with
a handkerchief under an old tree.
But finding new love, better than
they ever dreamed would be.
Their lives exceeded their original
schemes.
They go on and envision new dreams
Their truest friends stand by them
whilst their phony friends stroll so
casually and heartlessly away.
But, dear friends, know, please.
The dreamers will out do you in every way
With joy and greatest possible ease!
GO DREAMERS!
I am looking for a heart
the kind that are hard to find
lost in the abyss of this
technological world.
I am looking for a heart
that are not metallic and mechanical
turned virtual robotic self-centred
in this facebook
and mobile phone addicted world.
I am looking for a heart
humane, made of love and blood
survived on human touch
and without needing
unneeded information so much,
just to be heartlessly smart.
I am looking for a heart
those simple and pure ones
that lived in the yester years
before we became slaves of this
artificial intelligence world.
(July 23, 2023)
Oh, it is like any other night
Quite quietly still
Neither a stir nor a quiver
Neither a hush nor a shush
No stars, not even the moon
peeking through the dark quilt
of a shadowless night.
Yet my heart is pounding heartlessly
Yet my mind is meandering mindlessly.
It is about time to curl up and repose
let my soul slumber and debunk my ego,
But wonder why my spirit is so restive?
My emotions unruly,
Why this night is sabotaging my sleep?
Loneliness, like a black Mamba,
slithers over the white marble floor
of my bedroom and coils itself up
around my wayward thoughts,
It tightens its grip to exorcize the
dark demons dwelling within my soul…
Doorbell chimes,
Someone’s at the door!
A story must be told or there'll be no story, yet it is the untold stories that are most moving. ~ J.R.R. Tolkien
Whose woes wooed me woefully
and banefully banished my love?
Let me be,
I’ll tell this tale
Some other time.
With all my longing long gone
and heart hurting heartily…
Let me be,
I’ll tell this tale
Some other time.
Destiny ditched me dearly
and life left me in a lurch…
Let me be,
I’ll tell this tale
Some other time.
Squall submerged my ship
and sunk me silently out of sight...
Let me be,
I’ll tell this tale
Some other time.
With friends fostering foes
and loved ones lying low…
Let me be,
I’ll tell this tale
Some other time.
Who broke my heart heartlessly
and troubled my tranquility?
Amid a group of gossipmongers
Goad me not…
I’ll tell this tale
Some other time.
If I tell this all-telling tale
you’ll be named in naming of names...
So, let it be,
I’ll tell this tale
Oh well, some other time!
~04/17/23
~Contest: Writing Challenge 'U' words
~Sponsor: Constance La France
Some easily fall prey to the pranks of friends
Others seriously victimized subsequently fall,
Serious victims experience the saddest ends
They are the most pitiable victims after all.
Others seriously victimized subsequently fall
Like naïve dominoes lined up for a parlor trick
They are the most pitiable victims, after all,
Unwittingly preyed upon as being weak or sick.
Like naïve dominoes lined up for a parlor trick
They’re pushed down heartlessly without warning
Unwittingly preyed upon as being weak or sick,
Because they were struck without forewarning.
They’re pushed down heartlessly without warning
Often wondering what happened with innocence
Because they were struck without forewarning,
They can’t even think about a just recompense.
Often wondering what happened with innocence
Serious victims experience the saddest ends,
They can’t even think about a just recompense
Some easily fall prey to the pranks of friends.
Written November 3, 2022
Trying to find hope in a quicksand world
is hard when hope is like the clouds above;
looked towards but never touched;
as much as we must want.
And the sands of this world feel
like tiny hungry hands feeding a patient mouth;
fists over tiny fists they pull in what is left of us.
While hope flies above vaporous and too high to touch.
Tiny fingers heartlessly pulling
with the persistence of children’s wants.
Sewing words that drag us further into a hungry maw;
using words that claim to be from another’s heart.
Familiar weights tearing parts away
from the very soul of hope and us.
A soul still mending from almost before being lost;
peeling away newly laid self-worth like flesh from bone.
Scraps of meat left to be plucked by carrion birds.
Scraped leftovers after the lions’ take;
taken to fill a world whose hunger we could never sate.
Bones left to whiten in the harsh noon sun.
Sightless caves watching as the next in line comes;
to be claimed by this insatiable world,
while others blindly wait their turn.
When you take from life and give so very little!
And think you are a Roman god,supping on wine from goblets gold.
For recreation,poetry has morphed into sheer madness and infamy.
Destruction of others, by sword, pen or mouth, is your goal.
Drunk, to the winds,with false pride, as your motto!
Smashing human hearts in your path?
True friends...of them, you have no further need.
Just rest ye, on your velvet couch.
Fanned by followers, your biggest addiction and sad affliction.
You have slain, cruelly, those who cared.
You threw them heartlessly down, hard marble, bloodied stairs.
5/25/2022
Infinite bottomless
Infinite limitless
Limitless stamina
Limitless energy
Energy overload
Energy burdening
Burdening burgeoning
Burdening flourishing
Flourishing enterprise
Flourishing company
Company safeguarding
Company sheltering
Sheltering enemies
Sheltering predators
Predators sauntering
Predators wandering
Wandering aimlessly
Wandering mindlessly
Mindlessly faltering
Mindlessly fidgeting
Fidgeting nervously
Fidgeting worriedly
Worriedly galumphing
Worriedly galloping
Galloping anxiously
Galloping fruitlessly
Fruitlessly gathering
Fruitlessly harvesting
Harvesting wastefully
Harvesting foolishly
Foolishly challenging
Foolishly strenuous
Strenuous exercise
Strenuous practicing
Practicing stringency
Practicing discipline
Discipline lineage
Discipline progeny
Progeny fornicate
Progeny procreate
Procreate thoughtlessly
Procreate heartlessly
Heartlessly sickening
Heartlessly hideous
Hideous ordering
Hideous sequencing
Sequencing endlessly
Sequencing infinite
Endlessly…
Infinite…
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I think this may officially be a Whirtle McBlitz :-)
Cursive Consolations
David J Walker
Heartlessly pressing words into wine
Our feet are blood red from the crushing
Our heads flowing in faint rhymes
Into dry riverbeds genially growing
An ocean of poetry waiting
Waves bathe the salted bathers
On white beaches lying
Side by side naked in the sand
Sunning themselves in the afternoon
Toweling themselves of pungent prose
After the sun rose the following morning
I remember the rhyme one will say to another
Who has fallen deep into a sleep of poetic meaning
Are you listening one says
No, I’m dreaming he replays as starfish cover his eyes
Creating cursive consolations
Excerpts from the compilation: “Prayer” 7
Inner Strength, Resilience.
I wish that each of us rediscovers their Inner Strength
And we understand that is a wild,
serene and pure treasure
That is simply forgotten - not lost.
Especially in the moments
when we need to say “no” or “enough!”
And get up, walk and attempt to set ourselves free
From all the internal and external voices
That keep us small
And try to make us believe
That we are irrelevant, inadequate and insignificant!
And also Resilience:
for the inevitable shocks and setbacks
And each time that we doubt, stumble and fall.
And that we allow ourselves to see mistakes not as failures,
But as perfect moments of great learning and understanding.
And let us practice taking time
to tend to and heal our wounds and hurts
Before we automatically turn off,
rush off to the next appointment
And mechanically, mindlessly, heartlessly
do all the things that we are told
That we are supposed to do.
© Sangeet Portals 2020
What did we learn from Mother Earths signal
Cajoling us to be kind and gentle
As our life upturned, with her message stern
That she will not idly watch her home burn
Whilst man heartlessly upon earth tramples
Posterity will judge this parable
Message received is direct and simple
Art of living, with mindful eye discern
What did we learn
Earth strikes back; we pray for a miracle
With narrow agendas on our table
Consciousness darkened by lack of concern
Though quick to take, we are slow to return
Attitude of man, tragicomical
What did we learn
20-May-2021
These old paths of mine still dear to me
Lead through the woods to the timeless sea
Bringing back life's bittersweet memories
As I walk my tears away.
These old paths of mine in sunshine and rain
Felt my forefathers' steps in famine and pain
For the loss of a nation well that's no man's gain
As they walked their tears away.
So you dear heart will you walk here by me
Maybe these old paths will set your mind free
From ties that bind and the cares of the day
Come walk by me now, walk your tears away
These old paths of mine so beautiful and wild
Heard the call of the warrior the cry of the child
The accursed poor innocents so heartlessly reviled
As they walked their tears away
So you dear heart will you walk here by me
Maybe these old paths will set your mind free
From ties that bind and the cares of the day
Come walk by me now, walk your tears away
These old paths of mine still here when I am gone
Still here for new walkers to venture upon
May they find in their time when heartache comes along
They can walk their tears away,
They can walk their tears away.
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