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Feeling incomplete, heart yearns to expand
and so transmits this desire to the mind,
which ego driven, fails to understand,
that peace is found if cravings are declined,
so in the world of transience, makes its stand,
stifling soul’s vibrancy, loving and kind.
Identified with form, tension builds up,
from which there’s no reprieve, till thoughts shut up.
As goalposts shift, we see rainbows don’t last,
for joy is fleeting and piercing is pain,
so despondent, flag flying at half mast,
our optimism dwindles under life’s strain
but even though destiny’s die seems cast,
in silence, souls love and light we regain.
As formless awareness, humming love’s tune,
from the vagaries of life, we’re immune.
I oppress souls…
attacking every heart; exempting even the spirited
now, you’re my prey
yes, you who are despondent
frustrated, and now…
quitting!
Be prudently aware of my presence
hear my mocking, taunting reproach
I challenge you, believer of God...
Yes, you who have been testifying
that your faith is steadfast
face me valiantly---
prevail over my miserable torture!
Rise up and meet me---
where's your courage?
all I see is sighing in despair
along murmur of complaints
loser, I leave you, wallowing in your guilt
and bring to your nook many more
who enjoy pity-party sessions!
Oh, I hear you praying unto the Lord---
may I congratulate you, devoid of hypocrisy
You're now indeed advancing
Toward heavenly championship…
actually, smiting me is never impossible
since vanquishing me is undoubtedly easy
when you trust in God, your ultimate cause of triumph*
against me ---
d-i-s-c-o-u-r-a-g-e-m-e-n-t!
*2Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
July 11, 2020
(Personification in Dramatic Monologue)
1st place, "STRAND COMPLETELY NEW (8)any theme any form" Poetry Contest Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 7/12/2020.
how long and sourly sobs the lonely heart
depends on how grave the weight which grieves the tears
pouring from the despondent spirit’s pores.—
a witness, too, will know the surly sort
of rain that beats down harshly on the court
called Sorrow Drive.—sure seems like nothing cheers
up the—nor nothing soothes the—nasty fears
nesting in somber nooks.—no, only art
comes close to curing spiritual sores.—
but even it leaves quite untouched the cause.—
able only to act as numbing gauze,
art is the first of many guarded doors,—
engraved on its threshold,—and colorfast—:
“seek you now to enter your wounded past?”
In the grief that I’ve known
Amid the failure and the sorrow
In spite of depression and despair
Even when my heart feels so alone
There is love – sent from above
When everywhere I turn
There is a darkness that lurks
Bringing doubt, disillusion, distrust
Feelings of anxiety and so much stress
There is love – sent down from above
In the silence of a hopeless moment
When all is lost and dawn is haunted
When I can’t let go of all that I’ve lost
And every promise brings disappointment
There is love – sent down from up above
When my heart beats without a dream
And my soul seems so fearful and weak
Defeat creates an echo through my prayers
The glory that was - just isn’t there
There is love – sent from above
In the passing of one who is loved
When horrors seem like they’ll never stop
Despondent from all the pain that has been
Feelings in black from the shadows of shame
There is love – sent down from above
When all has been said and all has been done
Still there are sorrows that always come
To obscure the kindness and reflect the pain
Remind of regret that has been so draining
There is love – sent to us from above
In the shade of broken promises
Amid the storms that bring fear
There comes a gentle hope and a tear
Breathing life into the one who knows
God is reaching down with His gift
The love of a Savior who is the answer
The peace – the joy and faith
The sweetest grace – the satisfaction
Of a prayer that was spoken
From a heart who knows that His love
Is the best gift ever thought of!
Just accept Him…
Inevitable; that's me, simply called discouragement...
Oppressive is my nature; you should be warned
I attack everyone; yet I'm exempting you:
Yes, you who are now despondent, broken-hearted
Frustrated, and about to quit!
Are you aware of my presence?
Can you hear my mocking, taunting reproach???
I'm challenging you, dear believer of God...
You who have been testifying of your steadfast faith
To face me; and prevail over my misery-grants!
Oh, come on... rise up and meet me!!!
Where's your courage? I see no valiant spirit...
Just sighing in despair, murmur of complaints
Loser, I leave you, wallowing in your guilt
I'll trample you midst pity-party sessions.
~~~~~~~
Do I hear you praying unto the Lord?
May I congratulate you then...
You're now moving toward championship
Actually, smiting me is never impossible
Vanquishing me is easy when you trust in God.
Since you're stirred-up* and fired-up against me
Place yourself in the right position to thank your Creator
A heart of gratitude blocks my entrance I confess...
Did you get me! Is manifesting thanksgiving difficult?
Sure it is if you remain to be selfish, arrogant, discontented.
With worshipful heart, keep cheering yourself
Remember David** in the Scriptures who encouraged himself?
Well, you should; thus, abide in the infallible Word of God
Thru that, you'll be enabled, empowered, emboldened
Ready to exalt God, and to minister to others with love.
Unbeatable!!! Yes, that's you, child of God whom He upholds
That's you, soldier of the Lord whom He guards
Indeed, that's you seeking Him with His grace
Sure, that's you humbly yielding to His power
Fighting me, discouragement, with the Sword of the Spirit triumphantly.
*2Timothy 1:6-7 Wherefore I put thee in remembrance that thou stir up the gift of God, which is in thee by the putting on of my hands. For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
**1Samuel 30:6 And David was greatly distressed;...but David encouraged himself in the LORD his God.
February 23, 2019
Edited on March 27, 2022
1st place, "A BRIAN STRAND 1097" Free Verse Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 3/27/2022.
The forlorn wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my indigent life that tried long so very hard
to smoothen the angularities of the obtuse mind.
Swirling in egregious whirlpool of indignation,
sucked into the abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for me a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frosted in the bare winter of desolation.
The spring of desire came with hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the flying time.
In my sky you flittered like an beguiled butterfly,
its fluttering cadence created a silent symphony,
synchronized with the rhythm of my revived heart,
where emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody
that rolled endlessly between two of us to entice me,
and to consecrate the divine institution called love,
make it diaphanous weaving the delicate tapestry
with motif of belonging for us to unfurl in eternity.
August 28, 2019
Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 14
In desolate wasteland of deprivation,
sauntering languidly with my indigent life,
I tried tolerantly for so long
to smoothen the angularities
of our beleaguered bond.
Swirling in the egregious whirlpool
of searing indignation,
sucked into the chasm
of despondent desertion,
I searched in vain
for the pathway to your heart.
The feeling of dismal denial
made me abandon the pursuit.
But had I cultivated
the art of endurance
and stayed on resolute,
I’d have seen the butterfly
of yearning return reticent,
flitter in the air of changed time
on its wings of dream
in my sensuous sky
with the lattice of your charisma.
With the whispering wind
it’d have created the music,
harmonized with the rhythm of my heart,
where longing would have danced
with the ripples of rhapsody,
roll between you and me,
entwine us forever.
Purifying the renascent craving called love,
I’d have weaved the novel design of desire
in the tapestry of heavenly togetherness,
that wouldn’t have frayed
till the end of time.
I was bleeding, you stopped the flow.
I was screaming, you calmed my woe.
I was drifting, until you I found.
I was falling but couldn’t hit the ground.
I was burning, you smothered the flame.
I was hurtful, but you weather the pain.
So hateful, did not want to live.
Said bad things you shouldn’t forgive.
I was tired, so you lay me down.
I was horny, so you rocked me round.
I was hungry, you went and made food.
I lay despondent, you played me a tune.
Suicidal, but you wouldn’t leave.
I lost faith, yet for me you believed.
Tried not to, but I wanted to care
when I ran my finger through your hair.
I was hopeless, you made me cling to life.
I was confused, so you hid all the knives.
I was crazy, but you made me feel sane.
I felt guilt, but I wasn’t to blame.
She was your sister, and I was driving,
the deer leapt out, could do nothing.
When I came to, and I saw her die…
I prayed to God to make it my time.
Still feel guilty, when you come to me,
hear the whispers of your family.
You and I are quite a steep hill,
when they think I got my last love killed.
I am fearful, afflicted with fright,
that you’ll look at me and see that dark night.
This is so awkward, what we are now.
Try to explain it, I don’t know how.
But if your bleeding, I’ll stop the flow.
And if you’re screaming, I’ll calm your woe.
And if you’re tired, I’ll lay you down.
And when you’re horny, I’ll rock you round.
And when they ask how we came to be,
I’ll say “A single good born of tragedy.”
You saved me once, I’ll do the same.
And neither one of us shall ever live in pain.
Dear Abbieanne, my love life is in tatters.
All I seem to do now is blither and moan.
Absent a mate all my dreams have been shattered.
In spite of best efforts my prospects have flown.
I thought a good heart was all that would matter.
Indeed there are other traits I have not known.
Like brushing my teeth and taking a shower.
Plus shaving my nose so hair doesn't flower.
And using a mouthwash so breath won't offend
like a wealth of garlic and beer seem to do.
Or wearing clean clothes with no stains on my end
and watching my step so no doo's on my shoe.
And washing my hair. Deodorant's our friend?
All these endless tasks. Will I ever be through?
To my misery this letter will attest.
Very Truly Yours, Despondent in the West
Defeated , deflated,
despondent, degraded,
All fun out the door,
Am I mad to want more?
Hyenas all circling,
Baying and burbling,
They hunt for a thrill
The chase and the kill.
Bombarded, lambasted,
Prodded and tested,
My world pandemonium,
Surrounded by odium.
I've worked and I've tried
For greatness I've strived,
So little compassion
Today's angry fashion.
All I now say,
All I now do,
Battered and burned,
No sympathy earned.
Yet on I go,
I toil and I sow,
For a better tomorrow
Masking my sorrow.
But let the chips fall,
I'll weather this squall,
I'm great at this game
Who then will they blame?