Long Anguish Poems
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If one scene upon a screen could chill the spine
The rare and raw emotion soars the mind
It crawls into the skin of Andrew Beckett
Gaunt, pale, a shell, by thread he clings
A man betrayed my those who lack compassion
In a world that slithers cold and lusts with hate
Inside his private world lives grace unfolding
Although such mortal fate breathes deathly close
While living each moment tethered to a pole
He shares beloved music from his soul
And hopes he helps a new deaf friend to hear
With such beauty, the essence...he hopes to share
Open his heart to what is perfect and pure?
The magnificence!! Oh how it speaks of tragedy's past
Such brilliance! Her voice....that captures the fire!
"Listen....as she cries out in anguish and pain!
Hear how the strings bring forth the feeling of rain
And that cello so sacred...Oh! hear the spirit of sorrow!"
"Does your heart become swollen, as the music unfolds?
Close your eyes, did you hear it?? Ahh...yes...I see in your eyes
Oh! How life is divine.... you are witness to mine...
Oh the lyrics..."La Mamma Morta"....oh, the rapture unwinds...."
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Tom Hanks performance in "PHILADELPHIA"
(My favorite scene of all time...with Denzel Washington
as they listen to Maria Calas sing "La mamma morta". Check it out on You Tube...
(you tube site: Philadelphia..La Mamma Morta)
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Written: September 06, 2023
I dream poetry Sponsored by: Ink Empress
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I wander in the night of ebony embrace,
Lost in dreams, heaven, or nightmare chase
Searching in vain for a misty glimmer of hue,
A muted color, yearning to trace through.
My fingers nibble to nudge your comely face.
To glimpse a xerox of your soul in this barren space.
But phantasms and dreams are drowned in tears.
Dreariness and skepticism drench my fears.
Wishes, once vibrant—now unbearably barren,
Each flinch of solace mauls annihilated and torn.
The moon, with a crimson glaze, casts its light.
Uttering the details of this celestial night.
I'm glad I sensed this infamous hue loop.
Yet these are crumbs of an urge to stoop.
They scolded me sternly from the start.
A sane conviction into my flaunting heart.
I swallowed a smidgeon of your spirit.
Silken strings of split that we skillet
Mirthless melodies form a philharmonic of pain.
Sisyphean scarcity smolders at me again.
I waltz to the woeful waiata of weary dance.
Oddments of our devotion, a haunting stance
Alone, I bemoan in the manor of the moon.
Will the sun ever hover over my sorrow soon?
Could the growl as it rains blur a rainbow?
While we witness it from the apathetic row.
Or am I being scolded and rebuked for being alive?
Will the spasm that lends life veer and strive?
In the abyss of darkness, there is light.
A beacon of optimism that shines so bright.
And even if I wander, adrift and alone,
Iffy down, surely my soul will cinch home.
I'll retain probing solace in memories past.
They are the fragments that will ever last.
Yet throes may abide, and anguish may resist.
I'll cling to my optimism that love will persist.
Love is an odyssey full of swings and turns.
But, at last, it is an affection that returns.
So I'll betroth myself to the dreams of the past.
They sang to me over the glorious time I cast.
Upon the meadow where you were born,
I make a vow to stay by your side,
And though my heart in anguish is torn,
Tear-filled eyes remember our last ride.
You breathe hard as you lay in the grass.
Your heart beats like the thunder of earth.
In its own time, life will let you pass
To look for the mare who gave you birth.
Reins are hung on a hook in the byrne.
Your stall is empty. It leaves me forlorn.
I, the pupil, from your strength did learn
The joy of life the day you were born.
Your body once hot, now becomes cold.
The sun fades as the clouds become thicker.
Good-bye, my friend. Our rides made us bold.
Just nicker once more, softly nicker
....softly nicker...
The tears of a lifetime
I have saved in my heart
Each chamber a well
Calmly doing its part.
Some tears are so happy
First kiss, wedding, births
Those tears feel lighter
Gravity less than earth’s.
They are clear and they sparkle
A biographical snow globe
I swim in their light
In a crystal wardrobe.
The sad tears, they scare me
Putrid, thick, rank and dark
They make my heart heavy
Churning, feeling no spark.
I dare not revisit
These roots, abject anguish
For they swallow my soul
And in pain simply languish.
Some tears are empty
Having leaked out at times
When I felt all alone
Life devoid of all rhymes.
These tears were in secret
Things so desolate and hollow
Yet reflect strength to resist
Ending life with a swallow.
So my heart, then, is full
Not of blood, veins and such
But a lifetime lived hard,
Memories that tears touch.
September 9, 2019
Without my pen, the pain becomes my voice.
The cruelty of others, the hardness of their hearts,
Linger in this place of cult,
Where public shaming is currency.
I scream for help, face to face,
Yet they cast me deeper into despair.
Tears bleed red, patience drains,
My heart trembles, a silent echo in the vast universe.
My eyes never dry, my body weakens,
Heart torn apart, full of anguish,
Yet no one feels the depth within;
They mistrust the plea for help.
This is my story, my life—
Manipulated by whispers,
By cults hiding in plain sight.
Insecurity among them breeds cruelty.
They lurk at corners, ready to strike.
I called for help. He laughed: "You're funny."
How can real danger ever sound like a joke?
This is the world's cruel reality:
Where chasing money and shifting blame
Leave no space for help.
And still—I believe, somewhere, somehow,
kindness awaits—
like a single candle glimmering
in the heart of the void.
Nothing But Sorrow
There is no longer any sign of hope,
The truth of reality is to much to bare,
My mangled mind can no longer cope,
As I'm filled with nothing but despair,
I long for the fortune of a normal life,
To bare a babe such is a woman's right,
longing is my womb, but never to hold a life,
To broken to hold the purist of life,
The loneliness of my solo fight,
My life alone no love from my child,
A life to be filled with only pain in sight,
I often wonder just how my child would of smiled,
I questioned myself why bother to carry on,
What bind to i have to this life i say,
All of us lie maybe i could be sly just one,
But my soul will be the one to pay,
Could or would the lord end my anguish,
I guess he's wrath would mark me condemned,
Maybe i could fight but would he simply have me vanquished
Regardless i am damned to reach a bitter end.
Damned to burn in the fire of eternity,
Or would he show pity because of the life he's bestowed on me,
These daily struggles and thoughts i must bottle to save my sanity
Maybe the only way i will see is it i chance it and see.
Spring trips will be all lively in untamed life.
Times whims will erode a flourishing nightlife.
Fallen leaves capitulate to the assaults of time.
Superb sound of hatchlings leaving to rife.
The Sunsets as it plunges from its climb.
Such as life, we often are placed in odd chimes.
Instability drives doomed people hysterical.
Likewise, the regarded air is beginning to dime.
A brilliant and marvelous day is a sample.
A forlorn relationship douses the pull.
Significance is no longer convincing.
A vitality-less soul supports gloomy turmoil.
Individuals lose faith when their ego is dissolving.
Sympathy is essential to offer ultimate helping.
Passions are hidden for a while and ego fusion.
Days to review and retain the positive feelings.
Ignoring the past and savoring the situation.
Less secure than assuming: reaching resolution
The truth is that everything is transitory.
Even if it is genuine, today is a bogus imitation.
The will to fight in despite immense difficulty
I can swiftly mute myself to the limit of insanity.
Woe and anguish hammer my nerve
I'm worried and upset by the uncapability.
Written: April 3rd 2024
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How I venerate you, O Lord
In your lens, lenity and levity loom
as a benign breeze
Stars doth glitter in a prolific night sky
Their radiance is a celestial litter
guiding wayward souls to shine
When people slumber, embrace
They heed no calls.
Even gates sealed by nobility
won't disrupt their serene sleepiness
yet I embrace your extol in solitude
In an epoch where time stretches
No flame flickers with fervor
as I wassail on Ambrosian Amber
amorist aflame by zeal and dazes
I spy on myself with an unequivocal shield
Observing an abundance of stars in motion
With clouds skating kindly, hide-and-seek
Through a sky smeared with ink
It's well past midnight
My knees start to quake and aquiver
I had eagerly awaited the moment.
Beneath clay of life
Amidst challenges, beleaguer
I'm tripping and fumbling from a perch
Oh, what a sight...
I fall from my pedestal
Now diminished to creeping and crawling
Our separation has been long
and crave your arcane embrace
It's been ages since
I first revered your ariose divinity
I will never perish asunder.
I grasp your blithely unfathomable lens
I am witnessing the blossoming of canorous love
while I am tangled in its throes
My clangor corpulent return is obvious
after desultory crestfallen
I grapple in agony, seeking mercy
Despite my anguish, I felt forlorn
in need of your diaphanous meed
But you never let me be lonesome
Constantly providing an unwavering glow.
Dulcet shrine dances
A hundred billion mirrors
Elysian pin-sized effusive
Dazzles with an ephemeral glow
Rising in an esoteric mirror
Fastidious gossamer glimmers
Of the divine inveigle
Until you bear them in
How will you realize?
Who resides there?
Elixir lyrics by masters
Churning my impalpable blood
Into jaunt juicy ambrosia.
You grasp my languid state
And celebrate
Wait till I dissolve
Into loquacious nectar
then will drink and maunder
a nebulous nexus was around?
With tendencies towards modes abhorrent, I operate
Hone deterrence to deserved carnal pleasure consolidate
Intentional extension of potential paths provoke
Libidinous grasping of bliss platter's swift revoke
Elysium eviction accepts anguish for apple crisp taste
Impaired paradise jags a vagabond, journey's ardour
Want stimulates striving, stiff splinter of suffered strappado
Harvest achieved after toil has farmer famished
Indebted unto a sliding spiral, subsided vanquish
Sacrilege accounts for devious mortals' imminent waste
Pain prescribed for impiety wraps breath in challenge
Embarrassed to decay, by greedy big ego enchanted
Rid of Eden's pardon, shield of shame, always disgraced
22nd October
Transgressions
Obstruct Heaven
Deprived of your love
All the lights would wink out
In darkness I'd wander
Direction in doubt
The fear would creep up
And breath on my neck
Deprived of your love
I'd soon be a wreck
Deprived of your love
All music would cease
Melodies will not comfort
Nor offer release
All sound except anguish
My ears will not hear
Deprived of your love
I'd go deaf my dear
Derived of your love
Wine is not sweet
The sour bite of vinegar
When my tongue it meets
My pallet forgets
The taste of your lips
Deprived of your love
Bitterness in each sip
Deprived of your love
This tender skin you adore
Would harden to touch
And I'd feel it no more
The soft warmth of you
Gone from my numb hands
Deprived of your love
never feel warm again
Deprived of your love
Wild flowers would fade
The sweet scent of cedar
That upon you pervades
Forever I would seek it
That fragrance of us
I'll Lose all good sense
If Deprived of your love