Long Desperately Poems
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Ye depend ‘pon earth,
At no time does Earth to thee,
Why O man this mirth?
It’s thy sole haven,
A lesson if ye listen,
This earth’s not for fun.
Forget thy border,
Stand not like mere beholder,
Do what’s in order.
Me, mine, thee nor thine,
To all Mother Earth’s divine,
Think what for all’s fine.
O plant seeds on earth
Ere ye do a moment’s mirth,
Think what’s for her worth.
Poor Earth’s on fire, which,
Thou art preparing to ditch,
Art thou an ostrich?
No inheritor
Thou art, nor an ancestor,
But thy child’s debtor.
So walk ‘pon earth soft,
Ye have not else to adopt,
Act, act and more oft.
If trees should bequeath
Wi-Fi, ye would plant many,
Too bad, ye must breathe.
Not a passenger
On Spaceship Earth, part of crew,
Act not a stranger.
Join Nature to paint,
O sit not aloof a saint,
Set a precedent.
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Haiku |08.04.2023| Earth
Poet’s Note: April 22nd. Today is the Earth Day that reminds us: Earth’s still well its worth. Don’t ditch it for any other planet. None is half as worth as Earth. And time is running out, these Haikus desperately seem to say.
If you are in the support bubble
You can go out not being considered trouble
Whining and dining
No worries for fining
But what happens if your relationship is declining
Could you end up behind bars due to not having the right timing?
Getting rejected holding a bottle of wine
And stuttering an embarressing first line
It is the holiday when we celebrate the banker
But what about the lonely wanker
Desperately needing an honest shot to thank her
Surely this is not the right way
Instead we are supposed to say
Welcome here, enjoy the stay
A viral infection has us under control
Our health threatened by a nasty cold
Social lives are under fire
Partying being investigated and inquired
Do not answer the RSVP bathroom flyer
It could be a trap
Sending you to a 14 day quarantine nap
In greedy tradition
Fulfill this bah humbug mission
Sitting all alone
Bitterness tone
Count the money
Saved since there is no one in life who you call honey
Arriving soon those Dickens’ ghosts
Corona they drank during last St Paddy’s toast
Telling you stay home you are not going to roast
In evil’s oven
Enjoying friendly loving
Hopefully, when the disease run its course
Vaccinating the source
We may come together
Enjoy the festive weather
When greeting the season
Peacefully reminding us there is a reason
For vanity
And humanity
Flirting underneath mistletoe candy
Good reddens to all
Enjoying community communication fall
Putting up this ugly wall
Stronger will abide by the Bobbies law
Peacefully dealing with this powerful destructive call
Eventually leading to a civil war
Terrible tension rooted in its core
Talk first
Let the social bubble burst
Introduce oneself to a stranger
Then maybe plenty rooms will be available at the warm manger
Heavy buckets of rain..
Falling from the sky
An explosion of heavy downpours..
A cold chilling night ..
feeling the bone chilling cold..
The sound of pouring rain is a safe haven..
When indoors..
Warm and cozy at home..
Homebound for the night..
Feeling a sense of security..
Dreading the moment of departure..
Departing from my safe haven..
Driving in my car..
On a deep dark road...
The sound of only heavy rain..
The sky is crying a thousand tears..
Windsheild wipers are moving at the greatest speed..
Hautingly eerie..
Briefly I see someone standing at the intersection..
A women desperately needing transportation..
Standing with an umbrella in one hand..
Thumb standing in another..
Feeling such compassion for a women desperately seeking a ride..
With no hesitation I stop and pull over..
A women stranded on a deep dark rainy night..
I have done a good deed for the night
A good Samaritan I am..
The Hitchhiker entered inside my car without hesitation..
Stating where her destination would be..
I..
Without hesitation proceeded to drive her to the destination..
Visibility is quite poor..
I continue to drive..
The hitchhiker pointed at her destination..
I quickly pulled over..
With a warm smile..
She thanked me kindly
Was indeed so grateful for the ride..
I questioned her destination
As there was only a massive sign
The massive sign ..
Of which..
Stated it was a Cemetery..
She graciously beamed..
And stated..
" I have come here only to escort the others to their permanent home "..
I must go now..
Rest assured you shall be rewarded for your kindness..
Goodbye for now..
Astonished and amazed..
Goosepimples had appeared instantaneously..
And ever so rapidly on my arms..
Strands of fibers
Standing straight..
I watched the woman hitchiker walk away happily..
A warm and lovely glow
A smile on her face..
She gracefully walked towards the cemetary..
And with a blink of an eye she completely vanished..
Vanished without a trace..
The gracious hitchhiker..
Was she a spirit guide in disguise ?
An angel in disguise?
A deep dark mystery shall always remain..
On a cold and rainy winters night..
Driving alone along a deep dark highway..
Fraught as an extremely socially anxious younger person...
hashtagged introvertedness trademark
silently exorcised, ostracized, and vilified
Impossible mission to resuscitate...
a forsaken promising
(even short lived) friendship
regardless of expressed gender
exhibited by other persons from yesteryear.
When trying to jump/kick start
lapsed meaningful interpersonal connections
from much earlier in my life
absence of a spark to kindle
once upon a time
valuable linkedin treasured bond
bereft of dynamism.
Folly entertained courtesy yours truly
bafflingly, desperately, and futilely
grasped elusive chimera
sabotaging rare occasion,
when fate smiled benignly,
I botched, damned, forfeited...
overarching golden opportunity
to experience sustained
positive rapport with compatible
lass or lad to accompany me
thru travails or buzzfeeding
a "lost" boy
with words of encouragement.
Now as an emotionally freighted
Unitarian, sexagenarian,
nonestablishmentarian, omnivore
psychologically perturbed,
rankled, tortured, vexed
bully me I got
repeatedly severely traumatized
similarly hectored by parents
issuing threatening ultimatums
no surprise I surrendered
to proclivity when showered
with affection courtesy
consensual sexual intimacy
(minus the use of birth control)
eventually married the gal,
whose child I helped beget these last
twenty seven and a half years
to a woman, (who after numerous
illicit marital transgressions)
forgave her leftist
write minded husband,
regarding his lascivious, promiscuous,
and salacious engagements
though would not tolerate
(understandably, necessarily, logically)
even platonic female relationships,
nevertheless does unconditionally
accept him mental health issues,
and all told comprise
obsessive compulsive behavior,
anxiety/panic attacks
palmar hyperhidrosis,
considerably alleviated courtesy
nine prescription medications
Aetna Medicare Advantra
picks up the tab without any co-pay.
I cannot help but wince
with twenty twenty hindsight smarts,
nurse misgivings and hanker with
shutterflying, recurring, plaguing melancholy
where passivity punctuated
the first two decades of mein kampf.
Amidst fuel crisis that makes us down
God’s merciful ears are never shut down
Ready with His power to reach us down
Fortifying faith from being knocked down
Though miserably tempted to slow down.
Vanquishing attacks of reproaching doubt
Our souls desperately persist to hide pout
While cheered up by the Lord’s exhorting shout
For tenacious triumph against gloom’s bout.
We thank the Almighty Who grants great grace
Along ceaseless heavenly greeting rays
Warming our hearts to offer worship praise.
Beyond engulfing panic shines peace-light
Of care and sharing with prayer delight…
Our faith exalts* Christ in His supreme reign.
Bountiful blessings indeed pouring down
Celestially flowing with no time-out
Guaranteed devoid of scarcity’s trace
Driving us above mediocrity-flight
Propelled by His hand for stewardship gain.
*Psalm 34:3 O magnify the LORD with me, and let us exalt his name together.
April 14, 2020
Honorable Mention, "Minuanetta Poems" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet; judged on 4/23/2020.
The tranquil pills fall deep into the night, like a dreamless enveloping sleep,
a sweet path without fangs that silently bite, without regrets,
your eyes strive to read my ageless and lost soul,
dark, you open a heart in unseen quarantine,
past, present, and future stand like shadows in the way of what was,
a contagious disease I desperately call "LOVE!",
in the past, you came like a deep dream within me, with you,
untamed and grand, a vessel of light arriving on forgotten lands,
I separated from the world just to be with you in silence,
I polished a diamond night shining in the dark,
with the pleasures of meeting where our hearts began to beat,
deep as the night, you awakened my soul from its quiet sleep,
you drew it from the safe shelter of the sea, isolated from all eyes,
without risks or chances to smile endlessly under the starry sky,
in the present, you spoke truths that cut my throat,
you held back my ego that shadowed the clear sky with question marks,
allowing a smile, a tender glance into your embracing heart,
it spread in ways I desired more than I knew,
I kept the depth until you found your way through the door of my soul,
persistent memories seeking eternity in the shadows of time,
tonight let us learn to live again without fear,
removing all the labels that kept us captive,
making the moon and sun rise together in the sky of love,
my love, my life now depends on you like a dream,
in the future, you left without explanations, leaving an immense void,
the era of quarantine will forever remain in the soul,
you came to me, set me free only to leave in silence,
now you are a virus spreading like a shadow of the past.
Broken China is the second solo and final album by Pink Floyd’s keyboardist Richard Wright – it is a concept album based on Richard’s then wife Mildred’s battle with depression
Broken China
02/02/2025
Breaking water ripples beneath the moon,
A night of a thousand furry toys
scattered across the floor of her mind—
foggy fear tugs at the fringes,
like a runaway tide,
gripping her heart with cold hands.
The world feels more and more
like unfair ground,
her little ark lost in the black cloud,
drifting too far from the lighthouse,
unable to find safe shores.
She is a woman of habit,
But tonight, her norm is shattered
there is no respite
Only the drone of endless waves
Of expectations crushing over her.
Drowning,
Yet straining to reach the rail
that never seems to appear.
The blue room empty of light,
longing for radiant times
that never come—
she waits, desperately
fighting for a breakthrough
unsought, weight of hope
elusive as a butterfly
Here, I dwell in no man's land,
On the flip side, there's men unwomanned,
They can be a miserable band,
Desperately seeking a hand,
I read their profiles for online dating,
Is this pulp fiction they're creating?
"Honest, sensuous, sincere men here,
Tactile and reliable...", Great, my dears,
All searching for affection,
BUT, I want your ex's true opinion!
Can I have her phone number, please?
What do you mean she's overseas,
Like forever and permanently?
Oh, really, really, really.....
What does your ex say about you, please?
Why complain about her to me?
Honestly, why are you unwomanned?
While, here I dwell in no man's land.........
I was travelling by train today.
I ran to catch it,
just before the doors closed on me again.
I let out a sigh of relief
when I finally reached my seat.
I really, desperately
didn't want to go to college today.
The frustration, the anger,
it seems to grow a little more every day.
I sat across from a man in burgundy.
The ticket checker made their rounds,
and I pulled out my laptop
to start working on some stupid presentation
for class.
Then a little girl walked in.
Her regular little pen box in her hands,
trying to sell pens to the people on the train.
And just then,
the man in burgundy
pulled out a crisp 500 note
and handed it to her.
I gasped.
She looked at the note,
then at him.
Her eyes lit up
in a way I don't think I've ever seen before.
He didn't take the pens.
He just smiled.
I looked back at my presentation.
Stared at it for a while.
The same slides.
The same deadlines.
The same college I was so angry about.
And then I closed my eyes,
and wondered
Maybe somewhere between
running for trains
and rushing through deadlines,
I have forgotten what really matters.
I opened my eyes.
The man in burgundy
quietly watched the window.
The girl had left.
The train kept moving.
I've been here since the start of the night
lonley and nursing this premium beer
No one would think me the confident one
For many nights I've hung around here
Doing my best to smile my shy smile
Wishing and hoping you'll see it dear?
As I desperately imagine
you venturing near
A quiet voice
not meant for a noisy bar
I'm not a rich guy
I don't have a fancy car
If you want respect
I'll treat you like a star
Others might go further
But I'll be where you are
Good guys don't need to finish last
Gaze at me, so it won't be true
Those gorgeous eyes and pretty face
Grant me the gift of sitting next to you
You'll make this cowboy a happy guy
Just a bit of time, a minute or two
I can see a bit of sadness in your brown eyes
I'm willing to listen to all that makes you blue
Don't rush away, take your time
With you lady I'm more then content
Let me sit here and enjoy that lovely laugh
I may sound corny but it sounds heaven sent
Nothing is to trivial, tell me about it all
Moment to moment, a night well spent
Until the bartender tells us that it's "last call."
You smile at me and say "I like how this went!"
I ask the bartender to bring a few more drinks
This has gone a whole lot better then I thought
You, pretty lady, Who I admired from afar
You seem to like this quiet Cowboy a lot
You are oh so sweet and easy to talk to
And my stuttering tongue is not tied in a knot
You whisper, "If you have just a few hundreds left,
there are things I can do that will please you a lot!"
For Casarah's contest
Written October 15, 2015.