Long Dazed Poems
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Shimmering sea, glimmering waves
Glistening waters, mirroring moon-glow
Beyond the beaches, coral lagoons
Mellow boroughs, dotting the shore
Rising sun, peaking through the sky
Day has arrived, ousting dark night
Merchant adventurers, sail forth to venture
The deep blue hue, revealed to the crew
Vast is its reach, and cool the salty breeze
Violent are its storms, and mighty its depths
Haunted by sirens, whose tunes take wing
Amid broken dreams, and forlorn hope
Morbid castaways, adrift or ashore
Gaze upon the horizon, dazed and confused
Perhaps they seek, an island of nymphs,
Just like Odysseus, or so they think
This is the sea, daunting and promising
Poseidon’s wonders, for all to see!
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The Green Silk Dress
Eons back in time, was a tall maiden fair
A long pair of legs and equally long blond hair.
A green silk dress, she once did espy
The colour would pick the green out in her eyes.
Daily she traveled to the emporium so grand,
She gazed in the window from where she did stand.
The dress was a symbol of all her wants and desires
The size correct, the colour perfection, her gaze did not tire
The bus journey she undertook to see this perfect creation
Desperate to try it on, but the thrill was the anticipation.
It called to her soul, day and night she shed tears
Because the dress she knew may only magnify her fears
The low cut neck, on the silk sleeveless floating gown
Would fit and cling, and make many turn around.
Eyes would follow, people would admire
The tall blonde girl in green silk, would set many a man on fire.
The day came when she turned up to look,
The sale was made the receipt in the book.
The dress was now gone from the naked manikin
Hers dreams were gone, though they did not begin…
No silk dress to bring out the colour in her eyes,
No clinging fabric her curves to emphasise.
With the loss of her dress her dream did die too
Returning home sadly, her countenance now blue.
With tears in her eyes, she had turned and left dazed
Never again would she stand there and lovingly gaze.
Life passed her by and her one funny regret
Was never to step though the door, and try in and yet…
It taught her a lesson she was ready to learn...
Regrets are plenty, when for something you yearn
Sometimes one needs to step through that door
It may be the one thing you have been searching for...
It may have turned out that the dress did not fit,
The colour may not have suited, or it pinched a little bit.
But one thing for sure she will now never know
Because she did not have the courage-to give it a go…
© 7/10/2012
Dazed out starin' out the window
listening to how the wind blows
watching every single star twinkle
like the realist reality show.
Always wondering when it'll be my time to go.
Never could figure out how to mentally grow
years fly by like seconds, and still dont know
Forever felt so much lower than low
'N if ya look real deep into my sad eyes
you'd see that fading glow
stuck so far back in the past
each 1/2 step forward
movin extra slow
tryna stay grounded
barefoot with that cool calming grass between my toes
all I ever wanted was to just know why im here
& why I got such a dope energy flow
an still shtt dont feel right
so exhausted from a lifetime of pain
and having to fight
So curious bout this life
and what we really are..
Been searching my entire life n didn't really get too far
The tired sun sets over an everbustling city
blinding dazed commuters heading west
their cars in single files attempt to scatter
I hear a sound of hush descend over the cityscape
while towers scraping as high as they can reach
just crave to punch their card and call it a day
Hoping to wind down before they close their eyes
the buildings gently exhale and bid adieu while
a setting sun ablaze at the end of each long day
lights on cue the downtown garden of glass castles
AP: 1st place 2026, 1st place 2025
Submitted on February 5, 2020 for contest WRITING PROMPT - TAKE THE DAGGER OUT sponsored by DEAR HEART - RANKED 3RD
BEING LATE
Here we go, I’m late again, and I’m going to miss the bus
I won’t get to work on time, and there’ll be the usual fuss
The alarm forgot to ring, or else I pressed the snooze
A semi-conscious, sleepy state, I’m dazed and I’m confused
The water’s flippin’ freezing, I’ve got shampoo in my hair
The bathroom towel has disappeared and I’m dripping everywhere
I’ve cut myself whilst shaving, and it’s stinging really sore
Because I put on loads of aftershave, which brought me to the floor
I’m hopping round with one sock on, because I stubbed my toe
I fell and woke the wife up, and she told me where to go
I’m pulling on my jumper, now can things get any worse
My heads stuck up the armhole, it’s no wonder that I curse
I’ve stood on something sticky, it’s an aul discarded chew
I want to scream my head off, but I’d wake the child up too
My shoes are on the wrong feet, I can’t take it any more
My zip’s stuck on my underpants, as I stumble out the door
As I finally reach the bus stop, I discover I’ve no phone
I’ve also left my wallet, so I have to go back home
I say good morning to the missus, now she’s up and about
She asks me if I’m going to work, with my trousers inside out
So wake up and get out of bed, or you’ll be in a state
And that crazy morning ritual, which happens when you’re late
Nothing ever runs quite right, when you’re running late for work
So set the clock and don’t sleep in, or you’ll drive yourself berserk
A stripe of blue in an ocean of black
Three hundred miles below
At the still time before a thunderstorm
There lies the dazzling beauty
A miniscule of infinity in a blue ribbon glistening in night sky
On the black crescent earth
Dumb, we feel dumb, in the tempest of mirth
From three hundred miles up a tiny blue speckle
A sense of pity in our entity
As we sometimes feel
Looking at a vast ocean from its shore
How poor our reality is
Our home and hearth
Just a speck in space
So was the mercury across the sun
Here in Kolkata yesterday
A dot, a fleck, almost of no worth
Yet we can yearn and earn many sublimes
Your beautiful face in starlit chimes
The world of our thoughts is mighty complex
As we reflect
On the myriad emotions
And the associated countless notions
Flooding over our perception
As we look back dazed from so high up
At the majestic blue ribbon
That is our earth
Environed by black night space
A moment ideal
Real blending in the surreal
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May 10, 2016/30 Lines
Submission for “Just a Thin Blue Ribbon” – Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rita A. Simmonds
In the middle of the universe, I stand
My mind seeking comprehension
The mysteries of life tantalize my tenacious grip on wisdom
I stand
Observing omnipotent organization
The universe expands as I stand in wonder
What does it all mean?
Infinite answers press against my finite mind
Clamoring for recognition
I stand: dazed, amazed, crazed
By all I don’t know and can never fathom
Until there is light
And the light dawns
And the meaning of the universe unravels
Your celestial body orbits mine
Time after time
Your gravitational force defies logic
Refusing to stay in the paths ordained
The laws of nature are flaunted
and...we collide
My head is crowned with your constellation kisses
I travel in the nebula of your dreams and fantasies
As you dip into my body the Milky whiteness of your WAY
The universe explodes in the starry heavens of your eyes
Meteorite words of ecstasy
Streak across my sky of consciousness
Blazing...
Time becomes a non-entity
The mystery of love overshadows the mystery of life
And now I see…
The beginning and end of all creation
The sum total of my existence
Of life
Of the universe
Of...EVERYTHING
Is here
It’s eternal
In the middle of the universe, I stand
I understand
The universe is LOVE
In the Middle of the Universe I Stand Contest
Sponsor: Vernela S Walker
February 5, 2015
As dusk their line visibly bows
Cropped heads beneath mounds fold
Glum shadows through addle fields row
Listless turrets sprout o'er demarcated woe
Sallowed eyes in bleary sockets rolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Shocked ears to concussive barrage close
As sighs from clogged lungs are paroled
Raspy shadows through addle fields row
Smoldering smoke in singed heavens glows
Vaporous cloud o'er scout binoculars scrolled
As dusk their line visibly bows
Each rifle into a sterile stack goes
Rumbling caissons to dark corners doled
Steel shadows through addle fields row
The fog of war o'er dazed minds flows
An eerie wind curdles each silent mold
As dusk their line visibly bows
Wispy shadows through addle fields row
Beneath the sky, a mirror serene, the lake,
Rippling reflections, a dance for beauty's sake.
In dawn's embrace, the lake awakes,
A masterpiece, where serenity takes.
Sunset hues in a palette ablaze,
Painting the waters in a fiery phase.
Moonlight shimmers on the liquid glass,
A celestial dance, moments amass.
Who observes the lake, untouched, unfazed,
not pained by loss, not by gain dazed?
Who notes its wisdom, law-abiding,
amidst the fish, birds, silently gliding?
Who names its generosity, wide and free,
among creatures that share its boundary?
Who knows if the leaning tree, with grace,
sees its own reflection in the water's embrace?
Who notices its love, deep and serene,
bonding with earth, a tranquil scene?
It flows when needed, a love so true,
as the lake does, in shades of blue.
Who asks where the lake came to be,
wondering at its ageless mystery?
Who ponders if the lake knows its form,
or if water, as lake, takes a norm?
Who doesn't seek it for stillness and peace,
for its silence that brings heart's release?
Like the lake, understanding needs profound,
mind's tranquility, heart's nourishment found.
How do I navigate this labyrinth of life?
With walls closing in, suffocating my soul,
I search for answers, for a guiding light.
My gaze rests upon a distant horizon,
Where hope seems elusive, held by an unseen force,
Lost in a haze, consumed by confusion.
In this state of paralysis, I stumble,
Against the relentless whispers of time,
Immobile, dazed, and lost in the rumble.
My mind, a fragile vessel of perception,
Weighed down by the burden of choices,
Uncertainty clouds my every decision.
The future appears indifferent, emotionless,
No solace, no respite, only the pursuit of truth,
My existence, a servant to life's vastness.
In the echoes of memories, I find my voice,
Yearning to connect, to be understood,
Aching for someone to guide me, to rejoice.
I tread this path of fruitless endeavor,
In the void of destiny's murky seas,
Alone, as the mysteries of tomorrow I endeavor.
Once more, I stand at the crossroads of fate,
Where all roads converge in harmony or strife,
My choices, my shadows, together they wait.