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Dear, My Sweetheart !
On my part
Only I would like to say
I love you,
but do you ?
Days are running bleaker :
Forced to sip tasteless liquor.
The bitter I face
it hurts my ego.
'You may come
or you may go
whatever !
but I love you forever.
That's my endeavour.
My Summer
hitting hot hammer
Chilled Winter
at centre of heart
Colourless Autumn
to welcome !
Flowerless Spring
to swing !
Yet I would like to say
' I love you '
and I pray
bright sunrays
to illuminate
my fatte :
You must reciprocate
to my love !
' Dear, really I deserve .'
The nights now seem a little colder,
Each morn I wake a little older,
My view of life keeps getting bleaker,
And my will keeps growing weaker.
That star has dimmed that used to guide me
And helped me when I lost my way,
And though there's no one here beside me
Somehow I still get through each day.
But life is just what I have made it,
I've some remorse but few regrets.
When comes the end, I won't evade it
But hope that the reward I get
Is someplace far away from harm,
Someplace comfortable and warm.
Author's note: Dear reader, I'm considering this to be a sort of elegy for my **th birthday.
Like a stalking hoarse,
Have endured shrewd days and night,
Like the physician ampoule,
Ready on my skin to pour.
flights from ignorance left these
Strawberry marks,
Eyes glued on the object
compelled to the hard brown wooden logs in art,
And the iron in room "G02".
Friends and enemies unrelenting
awaits enticement,
numberless distraction as obstacles on my path,
beckoning to the banquet of misery,
as this dangling reputation slowly pace along undeterred.
ego gangs gauged and chokes to loose the prize
avalanche of invisible darts piercing from home and abroad,
but I, a pretty piece of flesh,
Stand aloof to watch a drama
With the ointments of the supreme being
Within my bowels,
Those that see the seals, demand the cause,
Of quietude in this world of madness.
As I stood aloof to watch the wretch mirth turns to mourn
Ah weary watcher, like you, I am a mere voyager,
on the route where the delight of the peasantry
Is wept into oblivion
There are dangerous curves
As we advance,
there are dangling arrows,
The old serpent is not dead,
he hides in ambuscades
The road becomes deeper and deeper,
The shades of the precipices fall bleaker and bleaker.
The clouds gather overhead,
Doleful voices
The way hardly discernible in this gloom
The path is dreary,
our feet too often wobble,
Heart ambushed by fiercest lust,
Yet, Firm stand I.
Not in my natural element
The sea can be an unforgiving environment, always expect the unexpected.
Quote by Poet.
I was five miles west of Plymouth Sound in my sailing boat
Nothing gives me more pleasure than being at sea afloat
I'd been practising my sailing and had just rounded the bay.
Getting myself prepared for an upcoming race in late May.
An urgent message came through that a storm was approaching
I fixed a course straight for home; a fierce storm I wasn't risking
The waves started rising and I reached down to secure the boom
A sudden gust caught it knocking me overboard, and I felt doom.
The cold water brought me to, and I felt the back of my head
There was a wide gash, and I saw that my palm had turned red
My boat had drifted out further and was about thirty feet away
I was at the mercy of the waves and couldn't send a mayday.
The back of my head was pounding and I was getting weaker
And the waves were getting higher and it was getting bleaker
A bird watcher on a cliff with a scope had seen me come to harm
And had quickly phoned the local coastguard to raise the alarm.
I was drifting in and out of consciousness and felt the end was near
All I could think about was my wife and family and those I hold dear
I felt very sleepy and a feeling of serenity came over me like a wave
I was getting weaker now and thought this cruel sea will be my grave.
I could hear the throb of an engine and could see lights flashing red
And right above me was a coastguard helicopter hovering overhead
A winchman lowered himself down and then grabbed hold of me
And around my waist put a harness and winched me up to safety.
I passed out with fatigue and when I came to, I was in a hospital bed
And for a minute I thought is this heaven and am I already dead ?
A week later I was discharged and I sought out those who'd rescued me
The coastguards and the bird watcher to thank them all personally.
I was sitting at home when a man from the coastguard phoned me
He said "I've got some good news, we’ve found your boat out at sea
There’s no sign of any damage and she was afloat and upright
And we’ve towed her into the harbour, so your future is looking bright”.
Was that to know what was real life and death?
Was that to know our nature?
In the deep thick blood and mud driven snow when the world could not get bleaker
Dead bodies bereft, left to the winds, the larks tunes beat to the carrion birds feasting
Was that worth what we had to bring as the battle cries now weaken?
Was that worth all the unmarked graves, all the boys and men that will never leave here?
Was that worth all the death and noise, all the feared tears and screaming?
Was that worth what we lost out there that will never be retrievable?
The cost of war is paid for in so many different ways and war's small print is always misleading.
Act I
I saw the fairest of maidens besides her safest haven
Buried beneath the sands of Father time–Her father's presence
Across the stone-cold cross, her beauty caught my stare
Before I knew it I was there
Shedding her share of tears
I felt a great debt of satisfaction
Fill my nerves apart
The pitch of peers that pressured
satisfaction
Finally depart
I've played my part – a part of masculation
A part of me still numb
So I thought loving her would ease the tension
Fill a drying heart
Act II
With every passing day with haste we bed
for pleasure till' we're dead
A streak of bleaker weeks grew weaker
Bicker twists to bitter sex
The verge of virgin walls that flooded
Numb from numbers of contractions
Act III
Having her haven taken
I Hurt her Wholeheartedly
Every breath from her taken-
The hollers, the hollow pleas
For pleasure I had forsaken
Her, Bound her to only me
It's time I give us our break and
Forever let ourselves be
Old age can be a lonely time for some;
friends fade to acquaintances, slip away.
Though life's achievements bolster your resume,
they've stagnated and morphed into humdrum.
The cult of the internet's left you numb;
morals decay when hate's a stowaway.
And as your future grows bleaker each day,
you're left discombobulated, and glum.
Children have lost the enjoyment of youth,
comparing friends to likes: they interface.
Love's still spontaneous, but unlike hate,
it's an elusive, transitory truth.
Hypocrisy and lies are commonplace,
and death becomes a less frightening fate.
LIFE AND LOVE
Days Running Bleaker~
No more sufferings ~ Enlightening life ~
Uplifting Life ~
Thirsty life drinks desires ~
Life is precious ~ Life to live ~
Hopeful Life is Glorious~
Charm of Life ~ In Depth of Your Blue Eyes
As we met~ Beside The Fountain~
At the Park~ Autumn Leaving~
Crescent Moon Shining~
Shining Starlight ~
On Passing Cloud There Floats a Dream ~
The Memorable Moment ~ Sweet Heart ~
My Sweet Heart ~ Me ~ Mad in Love~
Come and Find Me in My Solitude ~
I am crushing on you ~ My love ~
My Yearnings !~ Burning in Fire ~
Sink and Sense ~Birth of Passion ~
Red Roses ~ A Garland of Jasmine ~
Aroma Roams ~
Come Dear ~ Hold Me in Your Arms ~
Love My Dear ~ You complete me ~
Never Let Me Go ~
I empty the night you rise the Sun ~
I am always right here ~
I am with you ~ We are together ~
Hello Dear~ Love And Dream For New Year~
Love you forever ~
07/05/19
Second Place
'Collaboration Of Your Titles' Contest by charles messina
A splintering wood staircase, a dilapidated door to an old Gothic-type mansion. I stood before an unfamiliar dwelling, totally betwixt as to how I had gotten there. Startled, I began to rise, floated up, the entrance seeming immediately to dissolve, allowing me free unfettered ingress. Then I began walking haltingly down a dismal corridor, eerily lit; passing illuminated cutouts in the walls, both sides of me, unnerving windowed enclosures. Scenes one would expect to see at a serpent or spider exhibit. A dimly lit, cave-like atmosphere. A funnel of consuming darkness. View after view, were accompanied by hideous cries of pain, a grotesque harmony. Each theme was of a similar skeletal landscape, which I surveyed in pitiful sequence. Topography where leafless trees, with elongated trunks and limbs that were the extremities of once independent, living beings, had become trapped, rooted in an otherwise barren, forsaken dimension. Desolate. Suffering, emaciated creatures struggling to free themselves from what appeared a hellish captivity. Reptilian hisses...desperate articulations demanded of me: "Priest, why are you here!? Light as we have never seen before." My reply, "I do not know... I mean you no harm. Please, do not fear this intrusion." At the end of the hall unaided parted a curtain, myself feeling propelled deeper into unfathomable terror, pushed forward by an unseen protagonist with the evil essence of a far-bleaker, danker, unholy colony. In the center of the room, on the floor swiveled a medusa head, with undulating serpents for hair, gaping mouths dripping venom. "What do you want with us," authoritatively questioned the hideous amputation. I responded, "Please, do not fear me. I mean you harm. I don’t have the slightest idea as to how I arrived here, nor why I was sent. "Paul Lucius David. Do you know this name?" More sternly, the fiend demanded: "Paul Lucius David, do you know this name?"-- seeming now perplexed as I. "I truly do not know of whom you speak," my honest response. "Hmm…you will come to know this name. You will come to know this name." And just as mysteriously, I was back, seated on the edge of my bed.
Please get something through your head
When we're cut we all bleed red
Our emotions are the same
So there is no need to blame
The differences you think we might
Have on something wrong-- not right
Beating hearts are in us all
We all stumble-- we all fall
The decisions we all make
In our lives can sometimes break
Us into people that are not
Acting from their inner heart
Don't be rude and don't be mean
Like other folks that I have seen
Bullying with no remorse
Every move is way off course
From how a human should act
It's making a huge impact
On the world and how we live
Something has to really give
Before we leave our children A
Bleaker darker earth where they
Can't come back from our reactions
Sadly leaving earth in traction
Broken because all we do
Is be hateful all day through