Long Defray Poems
Long Defray Poems. Below are the most popular long Defray by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Defray poems by poem length and keyword.
What lies between the ticks of time?
The pause between heart beats pulse?
The eye sight missed when you blink?
The still moments when you are breathing neither in nor out?
Our body's attempt to keep pace is flawed
by the mechanics we deploy to defeat entropy's cost
to defray the inevitable decay
of the material universe
to maximum disorder, randomness and uncertainty.
To keep up, to stay alive,
to build and maintain
structure and order is costly,
as it defeats for a faction of time,
the universe's purpose
which is inevitable continuous decay to disorder
without pause,
without hesitation
without disruption or interruption.
It is within the momentary pauses
that we, the incessant, get our way,
animating an innate vibrancy
to resist the decay all living things face,
and struggle against,
to a totally disordered state,
lifeless and decayed, on doomsday.
Throughout my life the bridges crossed
so many times I’ve loved and lost
as hopes and dreams were used and tossed;
my hardened heart had paid the cost.
I felt as though I couldn’t go on;
a darkness loomed at break of dawn;
my hopes and dreams forever gone;
I felt my heart was but a pawn.
Remove the hardness of my heart
that’s not where it belongs;
replace it with your tenderness,
and sing to me your songs.
To my surprise one sunny day
a gentle spirit came my way;
an angel sent from far away
to ease my heart, its aches defray.
A southern voice so soft and sweet,
just like a bluebird’s morning tweet;
a song with such a gentle beat,
to sweep my spirit off its feet.
Remove the hardness of my heart
that’s not where it belongs;
replace it with your tenderness,
and sing to me your songs.
And now my sun is shining bright,
my heart no longer bears the blight
of hardness felt in dark of night;
now deep within I feel love’s light.
May 22, 2020
Today here
Absolutely no fear
Gone tomorrow
We must now borrow
Expenses unforeseen
Ceremonies and meetings in between
Funeral Directors need money like candy
That life insurance not taken, would have come in handy
We troop in to contribute
Tea and bread to distribute
Last respects to pay
Hidden costs to defray
Life is terminal
The cost of death phenomenal
Spiritual gifts become active
Our faith in insurance, that reactive
They love to say
We leave areas grey
Total disclosure and utmost good faith
Read your policy we sayeth
Ignorance is intolerable
Without insurance life after, is unbearable
Have a vision, have a dream
Best served with life insurance, it would seem
Oh how bittersweet,
The way you hold me-
Only long after i cried, in defeat,
Cold vanilla coffee
-
Oh how you toy with your prey
A roof over my head? How generous.
Hold it over my head, and tell me that I must defray
Now tell me how I'm treacherous
-
Always hated how you never finished your coffee
Now i drink mine like I'm grown
Does it, too, remind you we're all faulty,
When you look me down upon your throne?
-
Funny how you guide my independence
Yet threaten to cage me when i spread my wings
''How rebellious, you lack common sense''
You're right, I'm sorry mommy, I'll stick to rusted swings
-
And like 2 peas in a pod,
Oh how easy your words twist the knife
Each one frozen in my heart, unthawed
And oh how quick i am to 'ruin' your life
-
I will admit, i still hate this bittersweet brew.
It quickly turns cold, and it reminds me of you,
But i know ill continue to drink it, even if i splutter
For in the end, blood will always be thicker than water.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and insomnia befell,
No creature was stirring, but my thoughts are pell-mell.
Would the family squabbles and feuds come with the cheer?
Would I have to drown them out, with too much beer?
The smile and wave diversion has limited worth?
How long can my mirth defray my feeling good dearth?.
I flit like a butterfly, I sting like a bee.
But, my hands can't hit what my eyes can't see.
It's all so jovial, with all folks tongues tied.
Letting slip barbs tongue-in-cheek that lied.
Lips forced into clenched fist clamped smiles.
With forget-me-knots shrouded as wait-a-whiles.
The reindeers were laughing, stopping on the roof,
as I downed another draught of whiskey high-proof.
A hangover is a sure-fire cure to help me cope,
with the downhill slide to the slippery slope.
'Twas the night before Christmas, and I'm awake,
fearing the family feud sparring earthquake.
My mind is churning over past disputes, give-and-take,
and how to avoid ruining the day with a silly mistake.
Knots-besotted
(too canny for a granny)
as sailors go (and they will)
of which I am (still) one
(when day is done)
I can bend a bowline
(from stern to stem)
with the best of them
(just so's you knows...
the rabbit out of the hole comes
'round the tree runs then back down goes)
and tie (not hit) a reef (or square) so fine
or (none too sheepishly)
yank a sheepshank
in a (fairly hefty) hank of line
also (if it's not too late)
do a (non-binding) figure eight
(with half a minding) to stop the rope
from sliding (I hope)
(and/or) fraying
to (defray the cost)
for new cordage paying
(in time a stitch)
yet there's one more which
(so all's not lost)
(clever clogs) calls a clove hitch
Imagine there's nought to do today
In the gentlest, 'let it be' kinda way.
No clock's insistent hands to allay,
No hurried 'to do' demands to obey,
When the peace of stillness has sway,
When 'what does it matter' to delay
Makes worries gently fade away,
Into the background noise, to play
At another time, in another place, to flay.
Look at the lake, so calm, tranquil, grey.
All at peace in the dawn before the break of day
Having a quiet 'time out' to defray
The chaos, clatter, bustle looming on the driveway
Waiting to sour the scent of the sweetest bouquet,
To spoil the moment taken, to smell the roses, in the doorway
Of the 'sweetness of nothing' place, where too busy's at bay.
Can we work to be busy? May we do it till dizzy'
Up until 70.' Against a scene of inflation and wage freeze'
To be punished by care home costs.!
Homes sold, still can't defray' all lost?)
Work till the spirits crushed.' Struggle in a system bust
Nuclear family, of modernity, sell your soul to a mortgage
Fee.' Buy a car' it will soon be old..Wasted assets are
The motherlode..Of those who devise the forever wars.'
Yet its your fault people..Thats how its been told.'
Why arn't you happy? And cheering on bold?
Why aren't people in the masses voting on?
The charade-parade. And woke marathon!
In a public washroom, can Kings ever be DEthroned?
When a cowboy moves to the city, is he DEranged?
Do photographers wishes sometimes DEvelop?
Are former famous models ever DEposed?
When a ship leave for the Caribbean, is it DEported?
Do lawyers sometimes sit on Defence?
When a man gets ready for bed, does he DEbrief?
If they drain the waterway around a castle, is it DEmoted?
When a male is castrated, is he DEmand?
When a scholar is sent back, is he DEgraded?
Can a lady of the streets ever be DElayed?
Do certain shampoos help you DEflect?
When a doctor withdraws a needle, is the patient DEjected?
Can a person survive without DEliver?
If you tear up an agreement, do you DEsign?
Can baseball player ever DEposition?
Ever seen a dog chasing DEtail?
If you lose your extra tire, do you DEspair?
Do manicurists sometimes DEfile
When a downpour stops, does it DEluge?
When a student leaves school, does he DEclassify?
Can someone's old clothing DEfray?
Does a coffin always contain a DElivered?
Can a movie star ever be DEfamed?
© Jack Ellison 2013
Form:
Written: April 10, 2024 For Edward Ebeh Contest
“Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.”
— Rumi
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
In society grasp, individuals fade,
As group dynamics falter, satiation wane.
Anomie is the state in which we reside,
Void of meaning, where shell may subside.
Man dwells in the domain of existence,
Longing for purpose—a tale to share once.
He pursues punter goals, a noble quest,
To descry his sanctuary, where he can rest.
Sans clear vision—a peculiar goal to pursue,
He wanders, devoid of any discernible clue.
A protocol to follow—a structure to defray,
He seeks a clear path to lead the way.
It is in the heights—that he finds his worth,
A divine connection, a sense of rebirth.
In a world of mayhem, where chaos reigns,
A sense of chaos and rebellion in our veins.
We're in an era of disorder and hopelessness,
Where a sense of alienation thrives with idleness.
Streets brimming with an air of dread and fear,
As the supremacy of law is starting to disappear.
A land ruled by untamed and careless,
Peace and order are baffling awareness.
Durkheim unveils a modern, cosmic community,
Where people or teams cease to have impunity,
Stuck in a condition of "anomie," they dwell,
Devoid of crucial social interactions, they tell.
An individual, adrift, follows a restless tide,
Planless self-empowerment with no guide.
An aimless existence, devoid of worth,
As delight lies in future, not in present berth.
One ought to consider their inevitable fate.
The insignificance and loneliness state.
He would undoubtedly elapse insane.
Or spirit might seek the numbing arcane.
Crisis and violence, madness untamed,
Revolution's fire, the world inflamed.
In sync with events of insignificance.
Unleashed automobility, a hedonistic dance,
Individualism allure, a tempting chance,
Grip of anomie and despair erodes at a glance.
Conspicuous consumption, a fleeting thrill,
Yet unsustainable, bear beyond, still.
In a sphere bereft of spirit light,
Where meaning fades—hope takes flight.
An oddity exists in trans-political time frame,
There is no repercussion for deviance claim.