Long Despond Poems
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OPEN THE FLOODGATES
For weeks I’d suffered writer’s block,
Devoid of inspiration.
I couldn’t think of what to write.
I was close to desperation.
Rhymezone wouldn’t accept my rhymes,
My syllable count was awry.
I was closer to throwing the towel in
As every day went by.
Then Edward Ibeh came along
And challenged me to respond
To his ‘Pick a Title’ contest.
I drew back from the Slough of Despond.
For, suddenly, my muse returned,
I would not be denied.
Nothing now could stem the flow,
The floodgates opened wide.
Meteoric metaphors,
And similes abounding.
Lilting, light alliteration,
Imagery astounding.
It’s in the style of Shakespeare,
With a hint of Byron too.
And one line even made me think
Of Maya Angelou.
I’ve no idea what it’s about,
It’s from a different time zone.
But the meaning doesn’t matter.
It’s been approved by Rhymezone
5th May 2022
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Like termites surface from the clod, out of the blue,
Or like small snails creeping out without any clue;
Boredom dwells in my psyche like a three-toed sloth,
Puts a halt to my day-to-day temporal growth...!
As though nothing to do or do not want to do,
I feel; even though duties standing in a queue;
My zeal and thrill and enthusiasm get hidden,
Joy stands out, as though the entrance is forbidden...!
Is it dejection? Is it despond? I don't know,
Where's my motivation gone? Why is my mind slow?
It seems, sometimes, treacherous; sometimes troublesome,
Where does increasing inner injury come from...?
Perceptional seizures are gone; my mind stands dull,
Concentration cuts off; distractions fill my skull;
Yet, when freshness fills me at the end of the day,
Excitement and euphoria come back to stay...!!!
24 March 2023
Rain drops fall fast, like flying frond,
Creating ripples in the pond,
It's pouring hard, just as forecast,
I watch the showers spill steadfast,
Like waters gushing from beyond...
Spurred on by rain, new life has spawned,
Buzzing and croaking night has dawned,
The sky remains dark, overcast,
Rain drops fall fast...
With the rain, my tears correspond,
Thinking of you and our dream bond,
Your death has still left me aghast,
Never have I felt so downcast,
Ignoring my slough of despond,
Rain drops fall fast...
11/03/17
The sun having a frozen side~
a wish like a snowball in hell,
or netting the wind while oceans b o i l
in f i r e.
The rage of its heat needs curtailing.
I'm melting...
like chocolates and candles~
roasting like chicken in an oven.
How then
do I hide the cry of my fat?
With the frozen side of the sun,
snowflakes fall but never thaw,
painting my doorstep in white,
chilling my bones dry,
shaking my limbs stiff.
Birds hide their faces...
and songs become faint echoes in snow-draped distance,
while rasping hoots of early-rising snowy owls
mimic the whispers of restless winds—
announcing the coming of an impending
dark sky
that will not abate...
the ceaseless dropping of white flakes.
I'm b o i l i n g—
a tempest brewing...
not as a boiling frog syndrome
but like a fish out of water
in a slough of despond.
My skin scathes,
heat burns leave sores on my soles.
Long rays of shine pierced my sunshade;
sweat formed oceans on my skin.
And I w h i s p e r e d—
in the absence of ears~
"I need the frozen side of the sun."
Shikata ga nai Poetry Contest
Silent One
My Dear,
The sun will rise tomorrow
And there will be some sorrow
For I'll be out of your life
And I'll forever be your ex-wife
It saddens me to let go
However I need to grow
And blossom
Instead of playing possum
I need to get back on my feet
Instead of taking your back seat
It's like I was tied to your hands
And molded to your plans
Which was to be your slave
That you locked in your cave
It was ... always you being sated
And me being dictated
This one way street needed to end
And to cut ties now will be a godsend
For five years we had a bond
To death do us part, I now need to despond
This note should it find your ways
I truly wish you happier days
Shikata ga nai
I say a final goodbye
A force far deeper than our anger
Elemental as a storm
Annihilating all before it
Terror makes man’s rage perform.
This force saying self is threatened
Runs to rise and to protect,
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed
Rage the enemy detects.
Over-riding other feelings
Deprives us of the power to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Reddened vision,focused,narrow;
Eyes locked onto enemy’s
All the wider context losing,
Wipes out our good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
And the cornered eagle’s force;
We will destroy what we think other
Without bitter,pained remorse.
Nature made such to protect us;
Yet our perception can be wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seems too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know that we have erred?
For hate deceives ourselves and others
When our inmost terror’s bared.
How can we step back and ponder,
See life from a wider view?
How can we become less blinded,
So we see our world anew?
Succumb not to final despond
Succumb not black despair.
Always there are those who see.
Always there are those that care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can change when understood.
When we find another being
Who contains our frightful flood.
So many weep from pleasure or from pain
and raise their invocations to the sky.
I watch them from the corner of my eye.
Their exhibitions I would likely feign
to match expression shown when masses cry.
My eyes, instead, might blur. I gasp or sigh,
and sometimes I despond when under strain.
But rarely am I vassal to the guilt
that others I’ve observed are prone to claim.
Of slower-melting metal I was built.
By keeping cool, I suffer less from shame
than those who feel too much. They often wilt.
A gift or curse? I rarely feel to blame.
For Frank Herrera's WHAT MIGHT THEY FIND THERE
(I've noticed I do not suffer so much from feelings of guilt as some of my friends do. I think it has to do with basic personality types)
A vagabond of despond
With nowhere left to belong
He wandered beneath the sun above
Still searching for a tender soul to love
For so long, he flew from place to place
Hoping to find a heart that would embrace
The fragile soul he carried within
The wounded heart beneath his skin
But rejected and neglected time after time
He slowly lost his reason to fly
He slept through the warmth of the daytime
And lay beneath the stars at nighttime
Alone with his sorrow, hidden in the shadow
He thought that he was better off alone
The dove that once searched for someone to love
Slowly grew darker beneath the moon above
Down below, he became cold as snow
The once soft dove, now a terrifying crow
The only thing he could do was bow
And pray to God to free him from his woe
The Silent Comment
No,you cannot hear it, as it
comes from God.
Even if you are one, like me
with very few replies!
Know that God is applauding
you from His heavenly skies.
Why do we seek man's glory
as if we were prophets?
Do we think we are gods with
supernatural pens in our pockets!
Do we expect to hear trumpets?
Not one poet here created the
earth, moon or stars.
But am aware that some do!
Perhaps they created Mars, too!
So, though some poets here
refuse to read you, because
you openly praise God,
Please, oh please do not cry
and despond!
The praise from our fellow poets
can become quite fleeting.
Know that your Creator sees
each poem you are creating.
You are more than loved!
October 19, 2019
No time to write a sonnet
Tip of my tongue not rehearsed
Might be time spent useless
But that’s ok here’s the verse
In the water you set me free
How can i forget
Sins forgiven once for all
Atonement you had met
You hung dry and nailed up there
That I cannot repay
Unmerited favor on me
What more can i say?
I do not deserve that gift
Gratitude extends beyond
You have bridged the abyss
And grabbed me from despond
I struggle to make you known
To those who need you most
From the suburbs and outside
The city to the beaches coast
Fear of man is a deadly snare
This I know is such
I try to give you my best
But still I lose the touch
Scared that I will not be
Able to finish this race
Started strong and fast
But now can't keep a pace
How can I keep up?
Doubted all my life
And support the kids?
And inspire my wife?
Still believe what I said
I'll follow you for sure
Fallen down to much
Which leaves me insecure
Did not know how hard
To live right and repent
Still trying to figure out
Just why you were sent
Worries and pleasures come
I’m tangled up in thorns
Doubt my salvation took
Was I really “reborn”
Can you heal my disease
A doctor for the soul
As these years pass by
My heart is a dark hole
Deep insecurity
That I cannot shed
Stricken with sensitivity
And stuff inside my head
Slave to what master’s me
I haven’t any to blame
Setbacks trample me
My disgrace and shame
Use a broken tool?
To honor your crown?
A corrupt fool?
One who’s been beat down?
No more running from you
Again same old song
Where can I go?
Back to you where I belong!
Hearing of you I’m terrified
But is also bitter sweet
Need more grace and comfort
Trembling at your feet
How did the ancients do it?
With discouragement and fear
How did they stay faithful?
Knowing that death was near
Sometimes I can’t see at all
Wonder if your close
Sometimes I feel you are gone
When I need you the most
I request that you would walk
With me throughout my day
Please come and fight for me
Hurry don’t delay
I know your voice again declares
“Just follow and obey.”
“Remember that I’m the potter,
And you are just the clay.”
By:beardedJarhead