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I feel it’s good a time to end the day
when sea merges its gray into the sky –
I long to disappear somewhere away
where futile dreams won’t ever let me cry.
But my boat sails lose wind though hard I try
to hold fast the ropes to steer me on course
and I drift aimless as an empty sigh
the rhythmic sound of waves a silent force
The darkened mountains have cut off light’s source
their brooding shadows shroud my solitude
they match my mood, escape is no recourse
surrender to madness mere interlude
I tuck myself to meld into the night
have faith that nature’s calm will be my light.
If you fear an inappropriate tryst
In Day's, bright light will subsist
If attendance to your whims is remiss
For each foible pare one, entitled kiss
If my address too awkwardly I press
Only the passionate syllables stress
If my aimless loitering you detest
Grant each day one, solitary egress
If sanctimonious attitude does distress
Let charitable heart baser traits bless
If beaming eyes, shapely figure molests
Focus my stare on your stately crest
If my squeaky voice your nerves test
I'll drown the variation with lemon zest
If feigned loyalty, I laboriously confess
My lips with time's shadow compress
If from my wit sentient mind does desist
Only time-tested Limericks will enlist
Blunt deadly weapons of mass destruction
electrify, fracture, and
jeopardize *****Sapiens
species (and entire biosphere)
continuity rent asunder
doomsday declared (nuclear winter
gallows humor spelt
with eternal snow day)
dystopian authors outflanked
nuclear fallout wreaks worst
rocky horror picture
effected upon mankind
global (worldwide)
big screen radioactive
wee willy weber webbing
materiel severely seared
sepsis poisons deoxyribo
nucleic acid future generations
organic fiber cursed
simultaneous single simulcast
broadcast airs live after Royal Wedding
audience participation demanded
bumping ugly fleshless
formed fruitless fatal fumes
anomalies all – blinded
beastial begotten bemoan
brethren brood
brutal burnt offerings
crackling, snapping,
and popping surreal muck
shapeless liquified populace
sloshing helter skelter
quests slither towards
aimless destination
bone a fied skeleton crews cruise
crying cretins creep cavalierly
crepuscular cratered city
cruel mushroom clouds
cloaked croaking cellophane charred
cancerous clumps career,
clomp continuously
chaos charts choking climate
cold comfort commanded collusion
commander in chief concurred
crumpled coveted constitution credo
crass conceit communicated
cooly came clean concerning
consensual coital cavort
crazy cream craving characterized
condoned combined crunching
crotch crab free **** -
condom free crux
contractual commingling
cashiered coverup
chic chica chick
cigerette chewing
clutched cocked club
choked chicken concluded
das capitol business
before he returned
to regularly broadcast program
the sea son finale
last chapter of human race
no winners, nor survivors
bleak contaminated Earth gasping
heaving jackknifed lost in vape
nonpareil planet reduced to vapor!
he sits in his wheelchair
waiting
her visit
to ease his world of rubble
to snap shut a sense of aimless
in a nursing home of minimized living
its weariness that closes in like shutters
she bends to greet him
her touch a force that shapes his joy
shedding his decline like shaking off soot
two decades together till a swirling tempest rained sorrow
an accident, gut retching moment
swept aside the bliss of living
one couple, hands held
to unfasten latches of closure
to comfort them, re-imagining what's familiar
a vibrant rootedness
unbroken, he knows the glow from her kiss
crumbling gloom
when he hears her approach
the clack of her heels
like chimes in wind
Poem composed November 14, 2021
Minds turned into images
Barren moments, parched feelings
Drowned in haste and unease,
Self-indulgent and covetous
Desolate technology slaves
Imprisoned in closed cabins
Chained to the chairs
Eyes fixed on the screens
Human skeletons with dried hearts
Drained and deserted relationships
Torn emotions and tainted lives
Emptiness all around
Ruled by commerce and profit
Turning world in to market
With frozen conscience
Infringing the peace loving souls
Bred by craze, power and greed
Aimless swarms and awry crowds
Turning planet in to an oven
Yelling advancement and progress
Green turned into grey
Sky turned into smog
Breeze turned into beast
Violating nature’s chastity
Where are the relaxing rooftops
Trees and the chattering birds
Clear sky and the morning dew
Seducing sunsets and cozy evenings
Lost in the crew of human creatures
Serene, pure, tender and loving
Living in isolation and disenchantment
Waiting for the return of olden days
Seems a forlorn hope in mighty milieu
Crafted by the self-centered masters
Impervious to human virtues
But, the hope never dies
"I wandered lonely as a cloud." William Wordsworth
I wandered lonely as a boat
a shallow dingy left behind,
alone in marsh of reeds remote
my paint now faint so unrefined,
my only hope the next high tide
on brackish water then I’ll ride,
in aimless drift left up to fate
the wind and wave upon the bay
on rhythmic swells, I’ll grow sedate
with naught to see through mists of gray…
on ripples pale so soft so free
my destination out to sea;
that distant place where lay the sun
across the sunset waters west,
the ambiance of cirrus spun
to brush with colors every crest
where I can bathe in shades so bold
of melting solar marigold.
Yet — let go I must of wishful dreams!
My lifeline dispossessed I strayed
and followed streams with other schemes —
now lofty tide cannot be swayed,
a rustic wreck in reeds reposed
their wind-song whispers I’m imposed.
There’s no escape their soldiers’ lance,
the blades of green so tall and crisp,
with waves they undulate in dance
and breezes ruffle tassels’ wisp,
though swans find beauty mid the reeds
—a wistful coward’s bitter weeds.
Susan Ashley
January 14, 2023
~ Second Place ~
Contest: 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 25
Sponsor: Mark Toney
~ Poem Of The day ~
January 16, 2023
Poet’s note: this poem was inspired by, but not written for, the contest: “I Wandered Lonely As… Challenge”, sponsored by Natasha Scragg and judged on September 24, 2022. Thank you, Natasha, for the beautiful William Wordsworth quote and for the poetic inspiration.
Photo: gettyimages; Jay Fleming
Line of inquiry:
“We look at spirit not at form
Our touch is gentle, kind and warm
We but reflect God’s love and light
‘Tis the path to which we conform”
Our corporal body is only an outer husk,
Which we leave behind in life’s dusk.
But a fragment of the divine in every chest
Dwells, that no force on earth can bust.
It can kindle each being like a lamp,
Even when we wander aimless like a tramp,
Throwing light in the dark, showing us our way,
Guiding and forbidding us from going astray.
This spark from the divine may lie covered in ash.
But it can be fanned into flame and can flash.
In life’s ups and downs, in moments dark and bright,
We feel the throb of life inside, a flash of light.
God’s love and light alone can make us whole,
And even after our death, we live in our soul.
Reflect God’s love, it will our lives transform
To His divine mercy, let our lives conform-
......So spake simple Simon
I am like an avalanche slithering in shivering angst,
free-falling into an abyss of an aching era,
where luminous lakes reflect pixelated regrets,
for time throws my canvas into splitting helplessness,
and mind plays tricks in aimless frequency,
framing toneless tenors within paralyzed psyche,
pushing and pulling ivory strings of my ebony heart.
Now I’m dwelling in the chaotic caves of a calculative carnivore,
unable to grasp the lunar light that envelopes forsaken fields,
while crooning caged memories, like a pensive nightingale,
pondering, would the moon ever untangle these starless thoughts?
Or was it written on the wailing walls of melancholic museums~
that I was meant to drown in dizzying darkness?
I’ll rest my pen in a glass casket of equations~
cloaking this crippled conscience from seeing beyond vague visions,
detached from kohl eyes, eager to steal my voice,
as I keep sinking in black and white polarity,
pausing curative prose in screeching silence.
Once you were the ocean of emotions.
Perplexed, perturbed, desires and hesitations.
Waves of tears washed away my crazy cecity!
In the sea of fog, you still there……
Beautiful but quite hazy!
Yah, no more crazy!
Oh yeah hazy, quite hazy!
Like tornado you swirled through my axons.
My love……now you don’t hound,
Ah, these serene dawns ……..u…..u, a great bygone.
Nah, you don’t hound!
What an ecstasy….nah, no more crazy!
Beautiful but hazy…….O….hazy.
Every mile, behind every smile…..hey you were chasing!
All the books and every page…yeh so scathing!
Fraying and scaling… …so bracing and refreshing!
Beautiful blazing………
No, no, not crazy……..lucent but so hazy.
On the trails, in the woods….creeping and screeching!
Your tactile touch…..that gentle smile….
In my dreams, on my mind………always...scorching.
Nah, no healing, no preaching was sooting!
Yeah, I was craving, I was longing.
Memories still remind, you come to my mind.
But now I smile…..loved you! Why…..why so ineffably?
The magic that broke the spell…..verily..
Better ways and the grace…….unshackled glide!
Dreamless nights _ aimless days….
……………………..Your thoughts were so confined!
Now, I stand with pride…so refined.
Yeah, you come to my mind, but now I smile.
Beguiled back again……….
I see you there, faded and hazy!
IT IS ME!
Who would you bring back to sweet home? It’s me!
Why rambling like a recluse person on thorny meadow?
Can’t you recall our redolent reminiscences?
I am here with you Dear, to step with you.
Please don’t wander as a lone traveler.
Who would you bring back to sweet home? It’s me!
Why roaming on solitary sea-shore?
Is turbulent sea stirring you in whirling vortex?
Are roaring waves welcoming and exciting you to sail?
Please don’t venture Dear as a lone sailor.
I am here, your soulmate to be with you.
Who would you bring back to sweet home? It’s me!
Why are you bewildered,
gazing at azure sky turning turquoise after twilight,
getting mesmerized visualizing stardust!
Is void vastness of firmament
synchronizing with vacuum of your mind?
Why venturing to loiter aimless and vigil at dark?
I am waiting for you with cozy comfort of sweet home.
I will bring you back to have little warmth.
10/15/18