Long Condole Poems
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I danced around the circle how graceless i am
The tones i used to sing was no longer mine
Food id like to eat turned bitter in time
I looked at the mirror the face is not mine
How cruel the world so clueless no sign
Pieces by pieces will i ever redesign
I feign day by day that everything is fine
Love i once held was now undefined
The tramp, loafer, bummer all in one
Whatever you call the name is one sound
Pond of lust and laughter and fun
You may win the game but your cloud has no sun
My eyes are bleeding in pain and on fire
Indomitable anger so hard to respire
Look at me now how you made me desire
Exhausted, berated, Please condole by my side
Form:
Life is like a piano
White keys are good moments of life
Black keys are bad moments of life
Both keys when played together gives sweet music
No one is there who always had dark days
There is one and that is me !
There will be a vast to give thoughts on a starting journey
But when it becomes an endless journey
No amicable ones will be there to condole the agony
It`s the spring wheel of time
One who sacrifice is never applauded
Be an autocrat
Never take the words of others
Be the king of the world by one`s own word
This leads to a fruitful life
If not days will be always dispirited
God shrouded the universe in darkness.
Is there a human or divine side to blackness?
The young dictum's star shines brightly here.
I dream when I look at the stars with calmness.
Despite my utmost level of grief and fear,
In the glittering stardust of a blueish-light, clear.
Were we attracted to the bait or a star?
When I stroll to the beach dark sphere.
To clear the fog from my mental scar.
I savor observing the lighthouse's bizarre
Sky penetration and rivalry of a laser beam.
I reckon I view a gleaming star over a spar.
I designate this as my single-star dream.
I promise myself to you; my one-star to seem.
Boldly shown to gleam brightly in my soul
I hear each pulse of my heart as it streams.
Fathom a single star in the universe to the extol.
I agnize you are my only hope and condole.
One star I could view twinkling with delight.
I shed a tear on a magical night for that dole.
On my birth, you swept from skies with insight.
I'd crave for you to kiss me on my lone, starlit night.
Fear weaves into shapes, the elixir of love.
It focused our psyche life on earth on this site.
You are the light of hope, oh anchorite! Move.
A birth means God can heal us from above.
Guard each itinerary and decompose the ego.
Someone who gave the soul evidence of love.
Written: November 06, 2022
The Only Star For Me Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose
My elementary experience in being a son,
Came as I lay pondering on how my heart was won.
Father had sung to me on a woodwind Shawm.
I had felt His tender mercies melt my icy dawn.
Next came the strings with high and low stirrings.
These layers hemmed me in with notes appealing.
My art was born and crafted in the core of me.
This language of new creation my choice of speech.
Then came percussion inside my heartbeat soul.
I raised the banner beat attempting inner control,
Not realizing this alone was not my solemn role.
Who was I to ask for such a grandiose goal?
My inner longing for home and being whole,
Became my sole appetite and ambition for condole.
This heart which misfits its own housing,
Is broken down from all this crowding.
I want fluid Spirit flowing through my veins,
As wind through a flute, proclaiming harmonious strains.
“Oh, how can a heart which bleeds be the instrument of peace?”
Only a Savior can answer these cries of, “Please!”
Empty, and then fill this eroded emotional vessel,
That I may cross back into life, from this rifted threshold.
I desire a soul that’s innocent and wise,
Which takes only Godly delight in family ties.
How have I been undone all this time; never free,
Through all knowing plans, with races won and yet to run?
Because I am not the master but He,
And in this musical key I chose to agree.
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I am wise,
so I am changing myself.”
Rumi
In a world where ego still reigns supreme,
soul searches for a place seen in a dream.
An inn where there's no room for ignorance,
where no race of people seek dominance.
But, first one must turn to self reflection,
cleanse a heart for virtue with affection.
Adopt morals that bloom like white flowers,
soften loathing thoughts through sincere showers.
We cannot change woes out of our control,
nor save everyone we choose to condole.
Be a lamp against gloom of falsehoods,
a remedy for those with poisoned bloods.
With sincere eyes spread a message of peace,
ease malice minds, so injustice can cease.
A sonnet with ten syllables per line.
Wems Henry Temmy
I enjoy lovely moments on bed
That bathe my soul in awesome dream
My eyes never go red
For rising from bed is really a gleam
Adedokun Youngjay
At early dawn
My eyes open gradually
When coming from holy ghost land
Where live seems beautiful
Through my everyday canoe.
Wems Henry Temmy
I am flying in my dream
I relinquish to embrace reality
Try flying on high... I scream
Here is a moment of my liberality
Been awake is such an awesome relieve in earth's stream
Adedokun Youngjay
In this journey I path to,
The journey it seems I stay indefinitely
After I saw many dreams put in effects
To me is the moment of elated
As a cock crow to remind me of reality
As I behold my phone nearly closed to my pillow
It's eighteen minutes to 5 o'clock.
Wems Henry Temmy
Its light hits my world softly
I condole it in guise to dwell in my heart acutely
It drives my heart wide open yet can't fathom broader
It should have been enough a tease than a blunt say actually,
Let's be real, dream isn't a good joker
Adedokun Youngjay
The dawn breaks,
Hastily picture drama of the day
How hasten we tend
To make the bread of the day
And what to gain from it again.
Wems Henry Temmy
Wems gym every blessed morning
Standing on his heel at ease to heal his stiffened posture
In his own little world alone; on exercise foaming
Sitting up his spinal column activates his alter
Else praying would entice dosing
Waking with Youngjay is a treat
You have to gear up in each second
Taking up the tracking in pursuit of fitness
What more will the morning be without workout
That's the blessing a functioning lung each morning retreats
Note: Morning Trail is a duet between Adedokun Youngjay and Wems Henry Temmy.
Few tears were shed when news arrived
that Lord Trevelyan had died.
One solitary wreath was laid
as shallow, feigned respects were paid.
Remote and sullen, he'd disdained
each hand of friendship, and remained
throughout his life a bitter soul
with whom no person could condole.
His lavish mansion towered still
above the village, on the hill
where shadows stalked, in pale moonlight,
all signs of life within their sight.
And curious to see inside
the house whose doors had been denied,
the villagers set forth with haste
unconscious of the doom they faced.
As ghostly clouds went scudding by
a vixen screamed its eldritch cry.
Then one by one they reached the hall:
The door slammed fast once and for all.
They stood transfixed as terror reigned
And piercing cries rang unrestrained.
No soul would dare set foot again
on Lord Trevelyan's domain.
23/01/19
'One Night In A Haunted Manor Poetry Contest'
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Beware of just such a spirit one so versed in worldly ways
For if you should come to endear it it will soon alter your days
Slowly they will try to tempt perhaps offering something new
But hold them in utter contempt and continue on being true
For the wicked have fallen being deceived into such a spot
They have missed the Lords Calling and want what you got
With such a darkened soul they continually roam this land
Now with you they condole and you don't even understand
For the wicked are wise as they routinely search for fools
Such evil plans do they devise using people as their tools
Be aware knowing that they exist and are in clever disguise
So even as they walk in your midst you will be none the wise
And just as their deception is great they have fallen so far
You need to protect your fate by protecting who you are
Just walk away as I said and always pray for protection
For they are now dead don't let them ruin your election
I contemplated, trying desperately to recall,
when I'd changed and my humility took a fall.
Wondering how I managed to be so greedy
instead of thinking of the poor and the needy.
I was ashamed of the person I had become.
To fellow men I had grown blind and numb
then became a caring giver instead of a grabber.
I commend others, no longer a back stabber.
In my imperfections I was tempted by lust
and because of this weakness, I lost the trust
of those I once held in the highest esteem.
Love and lust are opposites in the extreme.
They're Ying and Yang with connected forces.
Through each of us such contradiction courses.
When love is true there's no need for carnality.
Lustfulness after marriage is immoral mentality.
I pondered past relationships about control.
That's a grievous word that I cannot condole.
There is no honor in domination. Nothing good.
It's disrespectful and as wrong as a falsehood.
Better to have equal balance without surrender,
in which no one has to be the callous offender.
Avoiding conflicts is sometimes difficult to do
when 'turn the other cheek' policy is not for you.
A metaphoric slap in the face is an abusive deed,
but cursing and fighting won't rid you of the need
to feel you've gotten even by venting your rage.
There's no rule to embrace but it may assuage
the craving for vengeance and suspend the fight,
leaving darkness behind as you seek the light.
I've denounced the demon, the father of the lie,
the one whose wicked ways I shall never comply.
He'll goad you to sin and when you're trapped,
your faith will be shaken until it's been zapped.
Truth is the enemy of Satan, but understand...
It's weaponry to deny him. Wear it as an armband.
With reflection, I would urge the need for unity
across the entire globe, as a worldwide community.
"Impossible," some cry. "There's war on each frontier!"
Sorrowfully, it's been death and doom year after year.
It's due to the avarice of men who exceed their need.
Now, I've gone full circle because I first wrote of greed.
Rotate Consciousness Polarity Contest
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker 11/09/22
The best way to describe myself:
is this insightful awareness
of being too attentive and perceptive
in the middle of conversations;
anticipating words before they are spoken,
astonishing others with my answers...
and my concepts don't offer advice,
but rather a view that some would condemn!
And ideas conglomerate like hardened clay,
to immortalize all thoughts solemnly,
to unite them with a fate of eternity;
and their essence is totally congruent,
not confounding doubt and truth...
conjugating sentences into paragraphs,
to make them conduct an intense light,
through which hope can't condole wittiness,
but conceive a concerted play!
They resent me for my ideology,
and conjure up an effortless idiocy;
and unaware of their idiopathy,
their schemes become so ignominious...
when they can't decode my idiomatic astuteness!
And however apparent is their hypocrisy,
they stammer at my insightful awareness
and see me as...stubborn, hostile and averse!
Perhaps I have exerted excessive cautiousness,
not sneering as they did shamelessly; why do they accuse me
of being rebellious, illusive, repugnant and impervious?
None of these traits make up my personality; and what
is the cause of their enmity towards me...
not complying to their standards of eccentricity?
I put on no guise and avoid turning into a gullible person en masse;
and armed with insightful awareness: I discern every enemy's plot!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci