Long Affliction Poems
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“Her Desher”-(The Red One) something eerie searches,
For life, a loner, three journeys away from reality and beauty.
Looking for optimism among its adversaries.
Why the self-affliction as the majestic dust storm blankets it all,
Hiding,making yourself "bloody like death".
“Ares” why do you conquer all the light and choose the darkness?
It must feel like home, comfortable, yet dejected,
Why fear evolution?, Maybe there is aspiration yet,
Drink the “Kool Aid”, it’s never too late to join us, you’re not dead,
At least not utterly.
Simple wonders of profound heights as the mountain peaks proudly,
Highest that any of its rivals,
No fight there, No competition needed, Battle won before it even starts
You can spread your wings and sore through the deepest valley known to this universe,
“Fire Star” your magnificence knows no constraints there is hope yet.
By SHIVANEE BRIDGEMOHAN
Form:
Is this the world that deserves our softest light?
Is this how we get on with a little fight?
We know we’re not in control
We pull through whatever may arise or fall
But despite convalescing from an affliction
Banefully, we seem diagnosed with manipulation
Either you’re blind or refusing to see
Escaping the decaying reality
Countering every dire theory—
Consciously—with a dreamy philosophy
Not for the sake of sweet innocence
Nor for ignorance’s safe pretense
But for seizing the right to live
Because we ought to find grace in what we receive
To drink from the sacred cup of existence—
To taste salvation without a tang of grievance
So I keep asking with a tainted insight…
Is this really the world I once believed to have a hidden light?
—Nicola An
I am a purple prisoner of poetry
For when I can’t write woe is me
Darkens my sky the flowetry
Enriches my life the soul of me
Some do drugs roll with me
I just do hugs go with me
Grasping the love of a sheet
Of paper, pen and ink is peace
Muse is a turquoise tool guides me
Ideas are precious jewels inside me
It’s an affliction of discovery
A kind of mission red recovery
Righting what is wrong you see
Writing poems sonnets songs to sing
Some are like the ivory breeze
Others crash into onyx dead sea
One hopes to be indigo inspiring
To tickle brain cells cherry firing
To leave readers denim desiring
Or perhaps even enjoying inquiring
In the jail of a black bipolar mind
Where hell is back and forth in time
Words can be a key or lemon lock in crime
Can be of forms free or form that rhymes
Needing readers to read gives me a high
Hoping that you see a message from divine
Raw bits of heavenly tasty healing power...
Sown by Norwegian bachelor farmer
in tandem with baked powder milk biscuits
courtesy your guardian angel
(otherwise known as Matthew Scott)
Writes to his dearly beloved precious offspring
(today March 25th, 2021)
in summer re: a shayne maydel darling daughter
prostrated by grief evincing figurative bite marks
indicative being smitten (now unrequited love).
Ever since her young heartthrob
unexpectedly rent asunder
fledgling relationship,
his heart felt initial zeal squelched,
when prized progeny voiced ecstasy
toward him, an attractive lad
regarding company hungrily sought
once breached a bond
subsequently rent asunder
impossible mission
to bridge formidable chasm.
Aeons of sorrowful tears shed,
wherein our hereditary blood and flesh
weeps profuse grievousness
whereby papa
(feeling helpless thousands of miles away)
wonders how much more time will elapse
before aforementioned lass
exhibits freedom from melancholic affliction.
Scant amount of time
actually constitutes
longevity of amorousness
between Shana Punim
and he who caught fancy
of same quite sensitive
twenty two year old young woman,
nevertheless an ordinarily
indomitable female spirit
reduced to inconsolable grief
similar to when Zayda
(her paternal grandfather)
passed away inching up on six months ago.
The width, depth, and breadth amidst
every cell comprising
one generic body well nigh
manifested as yours truly (me)
doth also plaintively cry
nsync with sad mood
(analogous to when
said loved one didst die),
cuz filial linkedin connection
automatically triggers chain reaction,
who helped beget
referenced youngest adult child of mine.
Naivete and innocence
pitched hither and yon
to and fro, where male testosterone won
out against moral scruples
(read marital covenant I violated),
where temptation appropriated from son
of the Boyce Brandon
and later Harriet Harris,
who willingly and wantonly
surrendered himself to concupiscence
thus receiving just desserts
being privy forced to experience hurt,
(albeit vicariously)
heaped upon Shana without question.
C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!
'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock
and pooched herself abed
handily at nine o'clock
to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix
dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock
yea just a chip off the
ole likeness ice sculptured block,
a sharp pain inexplicably
shoots thru left shoulder blade
generating painful electric shock,
especially after said missus
threw smelly sock
afflicting this muttering chap, where deadlock
partial paralysis analogous to rigor mortis
holding frozen designated
bleep within his flesh bound paddock
(as pop sic hull), non dominant side
of mine body hard as bedrock
(spoiler alert, I write with right hand),
despite best college try, could not extricate...
hell no, this ain't no poppycock
yea, this longfellow felt bewitched by a warlock,
which affliction froze botox smile
engendering gladness to celebrate bajillion
years of blissful wedlock
believe that and I will another truth,
how this lame rhyme stir, he makes buttock
of himself, nonetheless an
oar regional non Jew bull ant debtor,
sans courtesy Shylock
still prone to bouts of flibbertigibbet
ranked as more than schlock,
(no doubt, ye beg to differ)
with mine chock
lot of badinage, basically self mock
curry verging on persiflage, he
freely types what occurs within raw bitstock
of ma noggin akin to babbling
stream of consciousness
initially intending to divulge aftershock
when wife coos this kook
spewing wry verbal
(barley comprehensible) feedstock
as she mimes deadly smooch
inflicting plastered smirk ad hoc
showing pearl white dentures
aiming to entertain, while listening awk
chilly (inspired to contrive
potschke and pastiche) rendered
(if still alive) by P.D.Q. Bach.
September 6 Scripture Meditations Based on Zechariah 9-14
Key Verse – Zechariah 9:15 The LORD of hosts shall defend them…
MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR DEFENDING ME
Thank You for defending me against persecution
With Your assurance of salvation
That’s secured by Your protection
Making me strong midst sinfulness’ affliction.
Thank You for defending me against sorrow
With Your cheerfulness’ glow
That’s available with Your joy so thorough
Making me glad midst uncertainty of tomorrow.
Thank You for defending me against reproaches
With Your truth of devotion-searches
That’s ready every time Your Word preaches
Making me repentant midst correction as Your reproof teaches.
Thank You for defending me against hypocrisy
With Your standard of service-fervency
That’s achievable by Your mercy
Making me purposeful midst worldliness’ complacency.
Thank You for defending me against barrenness
With Your work of fruitfulness
That’s productive by Your faithfulness
Making me diligent midst slothfulness’ destructiveness.
Thank You for defending me against discouragement
With Your exhortation of contentment-fulfillment
That’s excellent by Your commitment
Making me dedicated midst backsliding’s enticement.
Thank You for defending me against unbelief
With Your wisdom of guidance giving ignorance-relief
That’s perfect by Your knowledge as Sovereign Chief
Making me settled midst doubtfulness’ grief.
September 6, 2022
Virtuous woman: she exemplified
Compassionately firm, steadfastly right
Blissfully cheering to make each day bright
Sharing sweet kindness with faith fortified.
Pastor’s wife whose smile unceasingly glows
Mom caring for kids in her gracious poise
Unmindful of heart ailment’s weary noise
A friend to hear shared times of highs and lows.
Down the lane, she would be seen in her zest
Giving Gospel tracts, declaring Christ’s love
Leading others to worship God above
Inviting them for prayer midst trust’s best.
I thank the Lord for her blest legacy
Mentoring well as to what is great gain
Joyous life vanquishing affliction-pain
Spending all by the Lord’s sufficiency.*
Gazing at her face for the last moment
Exuding well beauteous serenity
I sensed her spiritual security
She had testified with hope’s fulfillment.
*2Corinthians 3:5 Not that we are sufficient of ourselves to think any thing as of ourselves; but our sufficiency is of God.
This is my special way of remembering Sis. Cecil Recto who is now with the Lord.
March 20, 2020
3rd place, "STRAND CHOICE Y,any theme,any form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 4/3/2020.
As my unrestrained life in the turbulent times
crumbles in the crushing clutch of stifling suffering,
my heart bleeds in inflicted pangs of vulnerability,
the arms of hope remains remote for me to cling.
My boat wrecks in the high seas in the storm of agony,
I strive to swim to the elusive shore of revival receding.
The inner voice vainly conveys optimistic I should be,
distracted hope reminds me every cloud has silver lining.
As the sane senses fade at sunset, dismal night falls,
I know the sun must sink to rise again with hope,
and inspire the Phoenix in me to arise from distress dust.
I wait for the calming dawn of faith to erase my affliction.
In the cracked cinnamon ground parched to the core,
my desert of desolation pervades, sneaking in the sly
within the faded sanguine veins of the fragile leaves,
echoing the evergreen hymn of hope in their rustle.
Traversing the dark corridor of self-defeat I travel within,
discover the divine light in the precincts of the soul.
I surrender totally to His radiant omnipresence,
and remain subservient to His benevolence for help.
I get the inner strength to hold up the falling sky,
that keeps me going out of the struggling times.
As the heavenly touch pulls me through the suffering,
I get the gift of sedate hope for the blessed life’s recovery.
Author Dana Redricks
January 18, 2023
When I didn't know how I was going to pay my bills, God Yahweh blessed me financially. I was sick and God Yahweh brought healing to my body, and my soul. When I feel
hopeless God Yahweh gives me hope, and encouragement too. When I feel afraid God Yahweh comforts my soul. When I am lonely He reassures me that He will be my everything, my friend, Father, and never will He forsake me. God Yahweh protects me from my enemies. With His reassurance I feel forever free. God Yahweh gives me strength when I am weak. I'm learning that when we put God Yahweh first everything works out for our good. I thank God Yahweh for His faithfulness and His unconditional love. With God Yahweh there's no greater love than the one sent down from heaven above. He fills my heart and soul in ways that are incomprehensible with Holy Ghost power. There's nothing too hard for God Yahweh, because He is the God Who takes the impossible, and makes it possible. He's the God Who can deliver us from any kind of affliction, or addictions. He might not come when we want Him to, but just know and remember that He's always on time.
Dear Jesus
Dear Jesus.
I can't hide my love for you.
No matter what they say or do.
The way I feel just saying Your name.
I know I'll never be the same.
Dear Jesus.
Oh how I long to find a way.
To worship You, new words to say.
You came and found me brokenhearted.
You love long before life started.
Dear Jesus.
Struggles came and struggles went.
You alone are heaven sent.
You rescued me from the grips of death
I'll praise You Jesus til my last breath.
Dear Jesus.
You saw through me and my affliction.
You carried me through my addiction.
You'll love me last You loved me first.
You loved me at my very worst.
You gave me hope, You ease my sorrow.
Here today and here tomorrow.
You lifted me from gates of hell.
You made me more than never do well.
You stripped me of my foolish pride.
You made me whole You stepped inside.
You gave me sight that I might see.
You came and loved me for me
Dear Jesus.
My body made of earth and mud
You saved my soul with Your own blood.
What can I do my whole life through
but fall to rise to worship You
Dear Jesus
Edwin C Hofert