The frost from the winter wind
covers the mirror reflecting me;
Now i am completely hidden,unseen.
How will i love myself now
If i cant even find myself, tell me how?
I keep trying to replay
The words of my olden days,
But cconfusion and the winter frost
Fill up my empty veins.
Disgruntled and repulsed,i pray
For atleast a moments pure happiness to stay,
Before i fall amd break.
Oh winter frost,hide me so
And bury me deep;
For j am not worthy to even weep.
Before words slip from my lips
Revealing secrets hidden deep within.
Mindless and meaningless
Lost and ruined
Save me,instead, but inly before
I fall deeper into this mess.
Life-sunrise, I`ve been open-hearted child,
But, through the years, I covered all my inly...
Away, forever – gone these golden times,
When I believed in everything so simply...
I need to hide my feelings deep inside-
In this environ, where fades all the living...
To prove, to calculate, to verify,
And all the time try not to be deceived...
Here everyone thinks: all around are wolves,
And builds a jail-alike high lattice-fences.
Alienation scattered one from one-
So, close the door, and – latch, as well, your senses.
I wear a firm lock, alas, on my soul-
So that you knock before break to my inland.
How do I know: you really need a warm,
Or just to frolic with my covert secrets?
Close to the heart – it`s heavy cross of mine...
I feel, It`s hard to live with it our today...
But it`s much better – comprehend, what`s right,
Than frivolously wander on the surface.
How do you live, not trusting anyone?
Someone will ask – I`m ready to replay them:
Yes, I am not an erstwhile simpleton,
But never stop believe: It will get better.
UNWORD AND UPWORD
À Bigly Ugly Orangely Bugly,
Got voted inly onlee only!
By Elephantly rudely taunt he,
Made our nation sad and wantly!
To bring back smiley fontly faces,
Type this X, in the right places.
Cast a timely votely POTUS,
and squash the Bigly without notice.
-Edlynn Nau
01- 19-17
About poem, Inspiration:
A cousin challenged me to make a poem out of a new Trump "Unword" in that he uses words like "Yuge" and "Bigly". She said, "Points if I'd do something with "Bigly." NOTE: In my family, no matter who is president, they are going to get slashed (just like SNL). So find your funnybone, it's a long four years! -E. Nau
Semovedly thine voice shall have no echo to hear.
Inly there be only hollowness to see no distant.
Natheless hardy wind, thou shall be inconsistent.
Gradual flow upon thee, wilts bring many a tear.
Wellaway can be withered upwards into cheer.
Iwis my heart and thou will bloom constant.
Thole stint without thee voice, time is non-existent.
Hark thy sweet melody showers over my fear.
Courage of mine shall champion forthcoming tune.
Heavenly fairies shall dance for both our souls.
I shall cherish and marry in month of June.
My love will grant me all musical controls.
Erelong our passion will bloom as we swoon.
Singing with chimes enriches our passionate goals.
With the demise of the midnight dreary
When all mortals,'hope', long to receive
some the morning wish to come
to wash away memories of cut-throat nightmares
some the morning pray to come
to take away the torture of the gloomy darkness
i as well partook in this mass prayer
prayer for morning to come
but as though unto some hellish gods,
the answer to my prayer,behold was more dreary
drearier than my nightmares
nightmares to which i had been condemned to the night before
a hhappy man would i have been,if i was accosted by blood and gore
but no.twas something more dreary,more deadly,more grim
which no mortal man has imagined or in dreams seen
a thinh whose mere appearance spelt doom
which in me inflicted spasms of tempestuous shudders
and behold i dropped,i lay and inly the hourglass can tell
can tell how long lay i,unconscious,the body away from the soul
until consciousness whispered with tyhat piercing sound,shrill
awoke me to yhe bustle and hustle of the midday