Long Blame Poems
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A woman goes on a moonlit path
between twenty-four and zero hour.
She walks on the past
harboring enmity in her bruised heart
the heart that is torn to pieces by the many blowing winds.
She goes into the distasteful past
which has many holes caused from severe punishment she underwent,
and that is why no matter how much you stuff your fond memories
or how you pack your affections in it, they simply leak out.
While staring in the present lying between twenty-four and zero hour
through a convex lens formed by her tear, thereby magnifying present she sees, harsher and crueler than it might,
she sighs “no one to blame but myself,
it’s nothing but a bad karma.”
As the moon wanes in the west
the eastern sky becomes brighter with dawning sunlight.
Unknown was born without a name;
A simple fact of life of lack;
A child once torn from hostile blame;
Not one to act because of slack.
Unknown once sought the sweet good life;
The terms were dear and soul was lost;
Time turned to nought with violent strife;
So now it's clear that hefty cost.
Unknown was paid a little more;
Even dogs fared better out there;
Not much was said on evil shores;
No one was spared the endings where.
Unknown still lurks seeking revenge;
Betrayal brought new lease of life;
Sense that grim jerk who hides offense;
Settling scores sought with hate alive.
Unknown knows this: a hunting code
Must be addressed as hunter hunts;
Revenge not bliss a one-way mode;
Deals harsh finesse with death that grunts.
Unknown has ways to find the prey;
A simple stand to steal the stuff;
Thrives grim foray the hunted stray;
Plan within plan to hurt enough.
Unknown is cold, mad and ruthless;
No mercy then, no mercy shown;
Cruel takes control in this business;
Pursue each fiend till death is known.
Unknown stalks fast with violent speed;
No need to fear for fear lives here;
Violence outlasts the primal greed;
Look out my dear as death stalks near.
Unknown flings fear with sure aplomb;
Street-smart with guts, expect cross-fire:
Just know my dear violent sex bomb,
Unknown breaks art to please the sire.
Leon Enriquez
30 June 2014
Singapore
Ego
If I could buy a compliment
One for each awkward day
No matter what the price would be
I’d buy them anyway
Not to inflate my ego
Also not to feed my pride
There’s something I can’t overcome
Believe me, I have tried
You think that I am self-assured
My confidence is showing
Well if that’s the way I am perceived
I can’t blame you for not knowing
You don’t know of my inner fears
The doubt and indecision
I understand it’s not your fault
I did not give permission
I wanted everyone’s respect
That was something I held dear
But now I see that what they have
Is actually more like fear
And that is not a compliment
For it keeps me isolated
I see no benefit in this
I’m much too overrated
So now my desperation shows
But Pride will not make way
For Humility to take its place
It refuses to obey
As I quietly suffer with elegant poise
My heart is sad and hollow
Common sense is pleading for the lead
But I don’t know how to follow.
Wendy Nipas
You know, she just had enough pulled every which way
It had all turned into stuff and was only causing dismay
Everyday being the same never ever seeming to change
And who to blame for something she couldn't rearrange
With nothing left to draw upon for it was all pushed aside
All her dreams were gone as she just sat there and cried
When an Angel appeared on the other side of the window
And as the Angel neared It's warmth seemed only to grow
Filling her with a Joy inside that she had never felt before
Something that couldn't be denied and she couldn't ignore
As this Glorious Angel spoke each word filled up her soul
Suddenly she'd awoke seeing the importance of her role
A Mother, a Wife, Aunt, Friend so many people loved her
Some words can mend us back to the way that we were
I myself, I believe her story because I've seen a change
And I know with God's Glory such things aren't strange
I remember every minute of the first day we met,
It was raining, coming in to the reception you got wet,
At a mutual friend’s wedding, you came with a date,
You sat next to me, this was our destiny and fate!
You flirted outrageously with me from the start,
Love at first sight, cupid’s arrow reaching each heart.
You spilled your red wine on my skimpy evening dress,
You apologised my new dress looked an absolute mess.
But I had to quiet my pulse rate, which I instantly felt,
Cupid was in control, causing my heart to melt.
I fell madly in love that magic filled fascinating night,
I loved you from the moment you came into my sight,
You asked me to dance, I looked at you quizzically,
Oh don’t worry about Mary, you answered instantly,
She wanted to attend a Greek wedding and break plates,
Just a friend, certainly not one of my dates.
You kissed me goodnight on my cheek as we both left,
In my diary that same night I accused you of theft,
You had stolen my heart, my soul, and my senses,
I had let down my guard, there were no more fences.
The following day I got a huge bunch of red roses,
I love you, said the card, I was on fire, no amount of hoses
Could put this girl down, I was in a complete daze,
Everything misty with love, I was walking through haze.
You had to do a three week army camp, no cell phones
Then, so I just had to wait in nether land zones.
What happened we don’t know, to this day ourselves blame,
We were in love, but silly, aren’t all youngsters the same,
We should have got married then, but it took many years
Married, divorced, each with a son, met up with heartfelt tears,
Got married 6 months later, with family and friends present,
A very ecstatic couple, this lady and gent!
It's gone. All gone...Probably forever
It didn't melt like an iceberg
It still exists in name but only in name
Technically, it's still viable
but realistically it's not the same
Gone are many that once kindly ladled
bowls of words that were delicious
replaced by 'things' that have no heart
By 'those' who don't appreciate the art
of holding their own pen in hand to write
By 'some' who think we've a blind eye
to their sudden scholarly wisdom
Nothing is the same and who is to blame
On most days I take a pass on visiting
the place where once I found pleasure
My measuring cup is empty and there are few
neighbors whose doors I would approach
I've no desire to 'borrow' their poems
only sorrow for what used to be
and is no more
Bored by changes and the rearranged pots
and pans. Everything has been shuffled
except the muffled cries of days gone by
The new knives have dull blades
and everywhere I look is a new escapade
where even the cooktop is turned off
Scoff at the recipes where something's missing
It's the lack of flavor that I once savored
It used to be tasty but I'm weary
of cookbook titles that sound so dreary
What a waste of pure vanilla when a fella
or a dame pours it in beef stew
That cannot be misconstrued for poetry
Or when Ms. sous chef displays her version
of soup de jour, but burns it with the same
bitter taste day after day
Tables have been moved around in what was once
a restaurant on hallowed ground
The new menu is frightful...
the old one was delightful
It's gone and I don't hold hope of a resurrection
I'd call pest control to eradicate the premises
if I felt the place could be saved
but it feels as if it's dug its own grave
The lilting music is gone, too
No longer does it play sweet melodies
that make my feet want to dance
Keyboard keys don't rattle beneath my fingers
to open the door and enter
It's become humdrum, a chore to find
a valid reason to visit more often
It's gone and there's no joy to be found
in the ploy of the hoi polloi
Nothing is the same and who is to blame
When I make my bed,
and find you not by my side,
I can’t get sleep, I feel alone;
You are always on my mind.
Awake every night, finding none
to share my cup of coffee with,
every morning, I feel lonely;
you are always on my mind.
When I sit at the table for dinner,
my appetite dies, seeing you not there,
for serving my most favorite dish;
you are always on my mind.
While watching my favorite movie,
I feel dejected, finding no shoulder
to lean upon my head so fondly;
you are always on my mind.
When I am in my low spirits,
and no one is near me to console,
I feel upset, taking the blame on me;
you are always on my mind.
Prompt -
[] Upon a ridge In misty blue A lone tree Sways in song Dew drops Race A morning chill Calls Upon the dawn Season's change Rearrange A flowers dream Is gone A skyward gaze A quiet place Reflecting A long lost song
I feel the thrill of word windmill
Splashing down spine refreshing chill
Of whimsical rhyme making me relive
A simpler time this penning gives
Seasons change just as people do
Who is to blame for being blue
As life as sky as astronomers night
A tune that blooms in hearts in eyes
I feel salty as deep green sea
For it sings softly of lost loving
And I’m coughing up a cold breeze
Pressed roses and coffee comfort me
Darkness.
I am standing in the spotlight.
Somebody opens the door.
Subtle perfumes slowly fill my nostrils,
their owner must be somewhere at the end of the room.
My sight sharpens and I see her shape, her perfect shape.
She moves to the table.
The waiter chases her with a drink like a dog,
watching her every move.
Who could blame him ?
I imagine she is beautiful.
Soft skin, long, fair hair
and deep blue eyes full of mystery I want to solve.
My mouth opens as she takes the first sip.
I press my lips against the microphone
as if I was about to kiss her.
I lower my voice and stuck my sight
in that black, goddess- shaped shadow.
I hope our eyes meet, I hope she shivers.
In my mind my voice caresses every inch of her body.
I close my eyes and whisper passionately.
Hold the microphone stand the same way I would hold her waist.
I pull it close to my chest.
My words are getting louder, faster.
Heart beats like crazy and blood burns my veins.
I stop.
Her perfumes fill my nostrils again.
For a moment there I think she is right in front of me.
I can almost feel her warmth.
Bright light makes me lift my eyelids.
She is gone...
I walk up to her table.
There is only a glass
with a red, bitter- sweet mark on it.
I already miss her taste, the taste I have never known.
(First part of that story/ poem is here http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=596030)
When folks accuse or blame you,
just stay calm, keep quiet.
They run the world, it seems,
and there’s really no winning against their words.
So just keep going forward.
Give them the price they want.
Let go of whatever makes them mad.
Step back when you need to,
stay out of their sight and reach.
That’s the reality—if you’re open enough to see it—
ignore the noise,
heal the peace they once broke inside you.
Understand.
Forgive.
Move on.
They might think they own the world,
but you don’t have to stay connected.
Love yourself,
protect the peace inside,
and take care of your soul.