Long Deludes Poems
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Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles
The vision of the same dream
is constantly seen through a moonlight beam:
two mouths kissing with sensual feeling,
four hands restlessly touching.
Is that us transcending the passion through ecstasy?
Do we ever feel it burning in moments of blissful eternity?
Is that us faking it and remaining embraced,
being afraid of the hurtful truth and not admitting it?
Can we be together and live without giving it a thought?
Somehow, we'll cheat and one will be blamed!
If the vision of the same dream reappears
and deludes us that they are real indeed,
how can we stop dreaming and clip our wings
when they give us the freedom to exceed
fantasy and discover how exciting it really is?
Will our wish be granted or denied?
It still will be us riding clouds
and searching for a new paradise
explored by others with less enthusiasm;
it still will be us dreaming under those silent skies...
hoping to own a dazzling star inside this universe
that can illuminate the childish moon having a tantrum!
(should Brexit be cancelled)
(this is the reality)
So I guess democracy invalid so too law,
common sense and justice for all,
politics too that leaves war,
but Remain want it how it was before,
now be the losers they were sore,
until hatred flows to the core
and roars hate will kill them all,
see that’s extreme but hatred isn’t,
injustice bubbles viciously...
and when no Brexit a reality,
Remain will remain the enemy,
Well done Remain create hate, in time crimes...
all you had to do was accept defeat,
but if targets for the rest of your life times
pleases you then you carry on sweet
The reality of Brexit being cancelled, is one Remain (like the result) can’t see, they think peace and prosper, deludes. Warnings
This is midnight, all slept indeed,
The factory bells do chime,
Ding-dong dong, thrice the sounds arise
From yonder darkling clime.
No one is there, two faint lamps glare,
Who rang the rusty bell?
It must be three, a shade does flee
In earshot of the knell.
Upon my eave the pigeons live,
One flutters tender wings,
It heard a whiz as soft as grease,
And to the wall it clings.
There is a grange, a mansion old,
Deserted since the yore,
Such creatures as with deep black fur,
Hold sway around its floor.
No iron melts on fire these days,
The blacksmiths all have left,
And all day long a thrush her song
Attunes to good effect.
She quavers in her leafy nest,
The pale shades pass again,
The rumbling sky does well deny
A sound sleep while she's lain.
Mine eyes are closed yet well awake,
The pattering distant rain
Revives the tendrils grown unsought,
An omen of the bane.
My windows smeared with mizzle mist,
That dreamy opaque layer,
Obtrudes my view with chilly dew,
A fancied world lays bare.
"Don't be afraid", a voice just said,
A whisper grim and grave,
As from a king or ancient sage,
Conquerer of the knave.
That moment my door shook its hinge,
Something had wrenched its knobs,
The bats beseech with a sudden screech,
And fill my home with sobs.
A pain of olden times deludes,
My grandsire died this day,
A tremor stirs after these years,
Benumbed and dozed I lay.
The dawn has worn her purple gown,
It's four, the chimes sojourn,
Her mellow light dissolves my night
Into a canny morn.
28th September, 2021
Many are the quick and deceiving ways
that entangle us or destroy us with lies,
and none of them can promise anything;
they resemble shadows coming
forth with the quiet and brief dusk,
unable to dissolve an imponderable doubt!
The apperance of some men
must be strongly felt
and always remembered:
either by thought,
action or hand-work,
because their presence is too essential
to the survival of Mankind
whose destiny is held by a hook,
which could imminently snap
and worsen its downfall...
warnings are abused with curses
and words so unkind!
The apperance of some men
only showing rudness,pride,
vanity and insensibility...
deludes us all with that false,
belief in implausible stability;
we have stepped forward
with such unsound minds,
boasting ourselves of great gains!
The appearance of some men
was destined to predict
the unity Humanity can't find!
A thousand drummers playing drums
within my head,
like firecrackers bursting,
Rivers of (whatever) oozing out,
Trickling eyes, prickling nose,
Snee..achoo!..zing...and sneezing...and sneezing!
Every muscle aches,
Feeling fatigued and flushed,
Puffy eyes, stuffy nose,
Bouts of throaty cacophonies come out uninvoked ,
Body sore, mood sourer..
Even the bed seems uncomfortable,
Pain deludes, sleep eludes (snuffle!)
Inflamed glands fight ill-famed flu,
Tasteless food, faceless foe, endless distress,
Don't come near! This is contagious!
Life is drear, this is outrageous!
Eyes flowing, nose-blowing!
And I feel like...
Chasing this flu away.
9th Feb 2023
For Charles Messina's "I felt like" contest
Alcohol’s a drug that deludes the brain,
especially in vulnerable youth.
For it numbs hurts and emotional pain,
trading reality for a false truth.
Beer is the gateway to misery's domain,
replacing self-hate with synthesized love.
And if you're addicted and can't abstain,
confide in your friends or the Lord above.
Liquor fuels anguish, distilled from tears,
and yet, you'll pay its toll despite the price.
And when you reawaken sleeping fears,
occasional use morphs into a vice.
Many are blind to the pitfalls of drink,
unaware, they're teetering on the brink.
(Sonnet)
3/4/2017
"Life is so unpredictable. What we expect may not happen. Life deludes us with a happy beginning but can end up bizarre" - By Poet
‘Twas the night before Christmas, a time eagerly awaited,
Had plans many in store to make the Christmas eve bright
That morning, with rising thrill, I woke up early before dawn
A gentle breeze whizzed past me, telling all would be right.
I had to set up the Christmas tree, do many errands
Sure, it would be a lovely day with blessings on my way
But sad it turned to be a doom’s day
With misfortunes in succession coming to slay
Going to the kitchen to light the gas stove,
To make a cup of morning tea
To warm up in that early hours of the day
I found the gas cylinder completely empty.
As an alternative, tried to plug on the electric stove
Ouch! I got the shock of a violent kick,
And in my effort to balance myself,
I leaned back upsetting a tumbler of milk.
The glass tumbler broke into several pieces
And the milk got strewn on me and all over
Messing up my dress, the floor and the kitchen rug
Making me lose all my composure.
I picked up the umpteen shards of glass
A job I did with utmost care
Again it took an hour, cleaning up the floor
And also washing the rug, a messy affair!
I thought of taking a quick shower
And in a hurry was moving barefoot
When suddenly I winced in pain
As a piece of glass got struck underfoot
I heard the door bell ring n’ ring
Limping, I moved to open the door
Back from his usual morning walk
Was my husband all shabby, his face with a deep scar
A cyclist had knocked him down and he fell sideways,
Into a muddy puddle injuring his legs and face,
And by the time he got onto his feet
That miscreant had vacated the space.
Nothing I could instantly think,
Other than leaning on his soiled chest
With a suppressed sob and a moan,
My body still sticky with milk by morning’s accursed test.
Sad, when the time came, there was no Christmas tree
Nor was there a gala dinner with roasted turkey,
As both of us had to limp with bruised legs and scarred face.
Never expected Christmas eve would turn so murky!
I love my verses bare..
The fear of loneliness that calls for the tears
Often deludes the want for pain,
I blink my eyes to the jesting rain..
And wonder here and wonder there:
If life was just a better affair,
Would I be a queen ruling my heart?
Or a slave to the unseen, worlds apart..
The smile that baits my happiness close,
And rob the Gods dead, morose..
I wonder here and wonder there:
Will the waves ever take me away?
To the land of the mystique, happy and gay,
I’d frisk and sing and care much less
I’d have to talk and give to bless;
The hours that kiss my rickety soul
With soundless rhythms of Christmas carol..
I wonder here and wonder there:
Can I ever love the one I hate?
Share the tales and pity fate..
I’d love to wonder…here and there,
That I’d find the answers in the verses, bare.
~~Thank You for the views and comments~~
Who has seen me
and known me can tell
that this image reflects
the image of the Lord God.
Never allow vanity
to take over your life,
make this commitment:
live for others, be their light.
When blood is shed
for a good cause,
a reward awaits
anyone who has bravely fought.
Perhaps peace
is not impossible
to achieve, even hope
can glow in very dark places.
Never listen to leaders
that promise change
when their words are shallow,
be shrewd and wise.
If the glamor of fortunes
deludes, accept humbleness
as a blessing and share
with all the little you have.
We were born to fulfill His purpose,
not to hate, kill and destroy,
but to hold each other's hand:
to love and be loved.
Only at the end of one's life,
one realizes how brief and difficult
the journey has been not having had
enough time to know and love everyone.