Languished Poems | Examples

2018

I don’t know if it happened quite yet. 
The tinkering that caused the roar. 
The gruff feeling in my mind. 
I think it happened around that time, maybe. 

The diagnosis came at a funky, furious time. 
I languished and laughed. 
So the year became memorable. 
Not from swimming on the beach or anything. 

No, not a beach. 
Or anything gentle and nice. 
The first year. 
The year everything felt scratched up…

I do have that diagnosis now. 
A nodding feeling. 
I didn’t do much that summer. 
In 2018. 

2018. 
I got torn up laughingly good. 
And so that year imparted a piece of itself. 
So I’m thankful.

Kensington Avenue

The wheels of the chaotic times churn for them
the sands of crushed dreams in the desert of desiccated life,
settling frenzied on the unstratified fragile structure 
of the disorganized dunes of desolate existence.

The sequestered moments of distressed awareness,
drift the dust of disarray to the foyer of failed being.    
The truth of trustful conviction sinks under suffering
made with mirage on the ruffled ripples of disorder. 

In homeless languished life’s impoverished landscape,
sorrow-paved avenue contours convoluted uncertainty,
winds to nowhere at the fading fringe of the time future, 
beyond the befuddled perception of toiling time present.

With the faceless faces smeared by the shadows of scorn
they walk on slimy Kensington Avenue of cardinal crime.
Life trampled by insolent wavering footsteps in journey
under the stupor of opoids that never ends their pain.

They seek the benevolence of the society to help them
in their search for the lighted path away from squalid environs
for their suffering souls to discern the abode of empathy,
as they strive to find the way out of the dead end avenue.

Purim Theorem!

Purim Theorem!

Rambam holds Hashem is math,
Hashem does not take a path,
Like “Squaring the Circle”,
Such is illogical,
Yet the Zohar differs on Hashem’s craft!

Witness the Aron anomaly,
Giving rise to a homily,
Finite length & width yet zero volume,
Boggling the mind, yielding it solemn,
Evoking Emunah more than normally!

Size yet no volume?
Anomaly! as in Shalom,
Moshe saw that the “Burning Bush”,
Was unconsumed, he didn’t silence: Hush!,
Risking ridicule, courage to be alone!

Moshe saw water & fire combine,
Hashem’s Shalom nonintuitively align,
Illogic surprise from mire,
Despair be gone!  Lost? A Divine sign!

Purim, 339 Before Common Era,
Hashem again was a true “Chevra”,
Upending Haman’s goose,
In a long necked noose,
Saving the Yidden from an evil schema!

Arrogance vanquished,
Anomaly? Yes by logic languished,
Expect the unsuspected,
Human reason dissected,
Headstand of man anguished!

“Shemayim’s” Burning Bush is a hymn,
Let the “Olam” Hear Him,
Again no novelty,
“Chiddush” renewal, an end to “Evilty!”
All Adds Up to Purim Theorem!

Ambiance

The warmth of a subdued wind

It was soft, sublime, and kind.

Enthralled the ambiance of mind

to fulfill the atmosphere of time.

Nature is a serene symphony

The vibe plays an enchanted melody.

Celestial tune from a foreign realm

languished in our idyllic dream.

This sublime climate composes

the quietude we hold in repose

For our desire can ignite this fire,

to bring us much closer together.

In the thrill of a twilight world

Ambiance dwells within our soul.

Our dilemma

we signed up for earth life
with memory erased
immersed in trance
to grow in love and wisdom
learning breath by breath by touch
but ego hijacked stuporous awareness 
whence we deludedly believed we are form
and so nurtured lust and greed mirrored by fear
even though deep down we did recognise
that organic form is doomed to die
and is therefore definitely unreal
still we languished in denial 
fearful to relinquish imagined control
continuing to oscillate between opposites
trauma bonding with ego and nurturing suffering

we found peace in thought rested silence
and in moments when love became manifest
for in these God gifted immersions ego receded 
and therefore the path to freedom was self-evident
but to extinguish identity whilst heart was beating
it was too much of an ask for us to consider 
even though scriptures validated truth
we remained captive to thought
alive as a dead man walking

Full Moon Dream

In the futile triviality 
of the desolate wasteland,
a sunburnt solitary tree 
languished a long while,
cast nonetheless 
on the parched ground 
a sensuous shadow, 
my secret sanctum.

A crystal path I had paved 
to the realm of retreated yearning,
along the contorted contours 
of the disguised desire,
where intrepid roses bloomed 
amidst the spiculed cactus,
the scent took me on mirage 
to the oasis of reverie.

In the motif of morphed image 
in my unclosed eyes
the lanced landscape turned 
into the garden of glory,
the fringe of flying cloud  
captured colors of horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
captivating concerto of twilight. 

In mystique night you came enticed,
floated on the flair of stardust, 
radiant in the amorous aurora
of silver sequined moonshine,
lifted the shroud of secrecy, 
entered my forlorn abode, 
where I dreamed, 
I was the full moon in your sky.

Habitual Resentment

Ever present, sometimes languished,
Almost gone, then reestablished.
This is why, defences high!
To your offer, no reply...

Latent Lattice

Penultimate misty mile
resonates pined
sunset swan song
of forlorn footprints
transformed to
flattened anonymity. 

In the shadow of 
cleaved cloud
in swarming storm
turmoil threads
weave ordained
webbed horizon
languished obscurity,

Convolute canvas of
chameleon conversion
deception illumines  
the last corner
patina plays
beguiled buoyant
with the remnant rays
of sanguinity.

In the final flash
of the sinking sun
latent lattice 
fabricates in delusion
unframed dreams
of petrified life
in kaleidoscopic snapshot.

Languish

“Every wall that would entrap me has a door that would free me. And I languish because the fear of freedom often leaves me preferring the familiarity of the wall.”                              Craig D. Lounsbrough

I'm languishing in self-pity
My cat is lost in the city
Grieving for my itty bitty
Missing kitty   Missing kitty

Again, I find myself alone
Nobody calls me on the phone
Weeping for loved ones I have known
Fate, I bemoan      Fate, I bemoan

A poet languishes each time
He seems to be bereft of rhyme
Unable to write poems, sublime
It is a crime        It is a crime

Artists languish in mortal fear
that their paintings will bring a tear
Like Van Gogh who lobbed off an ear
End of career        End of career

Who has not languished in despair
pining over things hard to bear
Anguish reveals how much we care
Heartache beware     Heartache beware

Once I Had

It's a long time ago 
that I flew high and thought
that’s like a carrion crow
flying over a deserted plateau
could bring its prey so much woe.

Once I had a rose, a ruby rose,
someone stole it; my death throes.
It vanished like yesterday's snow.

I saw it as a television show
my heart that was so much aglow,
knew you decided to let it go,
like a third-rate picture show.

I wended my way through shadows,
sometimes was lost in meadows
or languished beneath the shady willows.

It was then too late for me.
I lay beneath the ugly Judas tree,
wondering how could he
have stolen my love from me.
But does he kiss you passionately?
as I, a bird of prey, did?

True Belief

Yesterday came silently
The Muses languished
Obligated they parade
waiting for their day
Night time dissipates true belief

When Doves Cry

Over obscure wasteland cloud hovered unmelted, 
the desert deprived of tuneful rain languished
until you arrived with the whistling breeze,
the oasis resonated in the ripples of lacustrine symphony.

Cadenced joy cascaded in deranged depression,
in the dwindling dunes fervent flowers bloomed.
In sensuous tune the vibrant sky’s spectrum dissolved, 
the harmonic hues of twilight gleamed your grandeur. 

For me lost in the desert of desolation,
searching for missing passion in migrant mirage,
within the abandoned channel meandering indolent,
the murmur of your music echoed in yearning flow.

The melodic flight ended with the folding of wings
in the nest of memory weaved with strings of sonata,
ringing the whisper of the departing zephyr,
turning into the sound of music when doves cry.

Forbode of Wilderness

Deposited, held in Amazon's Adonis arms
    Hidden inhospitably stashed, kite shadow 
    Curled furtive, stairway stupefied windshield
    Hallucinations lag languished in amusement


    Monkeys freeze, screech scamper scratch 
    Egg smooth roof unscathed cubby abode
    Jagged gaps hang fur curtain climbing mates
    Swung carefree in cramped homecamp humid 

    
    Aghast lopped log rest exhales raggedly 
    Snapped propeller askew salutes defeat 
    Wing bent lungs transform fortitude into fuel
    Crushed accordion bodied anaconda swivels


    Lock jaw latch tight to jungle gym frame 
    Liquid flow flanks scale, giant slug glued
    Fork tongue tastes rain drip following day hope
    Fangs prong Coconas sour tomato gold codicil

  
    Cluster juice burst berries, bittersweet bulbs
    Knobs of Contreu twisted tangerine vitamin
    Fibre feeds faith indispensible, thin torsos entwined
    Fight against forbode of abandonment, exhausted 




                  Anonymous Minor Survivors 
                     Middle of Jungle June

A Symbol of Our Strength and Might

For too long we've languished in fear,
Our dreams and hopes cast to the side,
Our hearts burdened with doubts unclear,
Our aspirations slowly died.

But now we rise, we raise our voice,
Our spirits strengthened, our resolve renewed,
Our passion fueled by a powerful choice,
Our determination steadfast and true.

We lift the banner high and proud,
A symbol of our strength and might,
Our hearts beating with a resounding sound,
Our souls shining with a brilliant light.

For we are the people, strong and free,
And we will not be held down,
We will fight for what we believe,
And lift our standard high, with a victorious crown.

So let us march forward, hand in hand,
Towards a future bright and new,
A world of hope and love, grand,
And a future we can all pursue.

Bajou

you gave a bajou
and the summer rain
toppled and confused
we left under our own accords

In the morning
we recanted,
sitting in misery
you said you never loved us


we tried to stroke our bruised egos
but the arcane wind was chaffing,
with the rest of your friends
we sweetly languished 
unkissed by the dawn

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