Long Direful Poems
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It is all my fault, for I am in command,
We sped into space with aspirations grand.
As we neared lightspeed, we saw pulsars,
And twinkling stars, deep space memoirs.
The cosmic sights were dazzlingly unreal-
Red giants and colorful nebulae surreal!
Stars as blue as the fountain of youth,
And worlds where aliens seek a new truth.
But something went wrong! We felt a bump;
Strange and jarring, time seemed to slump!
Where did the spectacular scenery all go?
Possibly we entered a wormhole, you know.
Perhaps we'd somehow surpassed lightspeed,
Like a runaway train in sunshine honeyed.
We were so eager in our adventurous quest,
Like the premiere song of robin redbreast!
I feel so guilty. I don't know what to do!
But, let me finish telling my plight to you.
We headed home. That's all we could've done.
Ended were my commanding days in the sun.
We finally reached home, dispirited and sad,
When the ship landed, I confess I was glad!
But when we emerged, the scenery was strange,
No houses, just greenery and mountain range!
And then we heard the most fearsome bellow,
Like thundering skies causes trembling below!
As above the trees came a direful green head,
With evil looking fangs and big eyes of red!
The craft was functional and that was good,
For the memory had faded where ages once stood.
We're trying to return, via the route we came,
If we can't, I hope someone remembers my name.
I sat under the grey shadow of the gloomy night
Raising the closed curtain of the darkest day's flight
My heart subdued the voice of my inner shrine
Wiping the droplets of tears that wet my chine
I sat dumb hiding my impotence under the downy pillow
Unable to forget your pinched face that shot a thousand bolts into the clear billow
Would you forgive me if I just said a simple sorry?
Would that perturbed darkness on your mother's face bring back my glory?
Who is to be cursed in the stillness of this direful dream?
Who is to be put at fault amidst the leftover cherries of the melting cream?
Is it the almighty for his inhuman act of snatching your ability?
Or
Is it me for driving you into the envelope of the shooting debility?
I cannot forgive my ownself for this act of mine
I'ld like to one day witness your smile enlightening the global shrine
Yeah!
Only that can give me peace
Washing away the broken pieces of my guilt
P.S. I wrote this poem as I felt broken when I couldn't convince the head of our institution from sending a child who was differently abled away from the school. He has become so close to me and he loved me so much. He was kept in the school just for one week and I used to take very good care of him. As the boy behaved differently from the rest of the children, he was sent out of the institution. I couldn't do anything about that as I was not the decision maker. I couldn't convince the management as well. No one was to be blamed there. It's the management's duty to think about the other children as well. That night I couldn't sleep and something pinched me from inside. I still am not able to forget the face of that child. He gave a deep look towards me that asked me a thousand questions for which I had no answer.
No gondolas are gliding under bridges,
it's a lagoon without classic songs;
pigeons are huddled and do not coo,
they're frightened by the murky blue!
Carlo sings some lovely Neapolitan songs,
tourists sing along with him and smile;
they all dream of sunny Southern skies,
of another distant city they admire and love!
Venice sinks in direful sadness lowering a spirit
that seeks adventure without a definite limit;
the tower bells have stopped ringing in dim light...
ghostly streets of midday miss the treading feet!
Gloomy lagoon on a foggy day, transform emotions;
don't surrender to dismal silence numbing the senses,
it's not bleak winter yet to stop all sounds and voices...
give us more delights as the sunset enthralls dreamers!
In very direful times,
I'll wipe off every tear
and resurrect the faded smile
buried beneath a book pile...
where letters are hidden from dust,
or from surly days that are long gone!
Can anybody escape from it unless despair
finds delight in madness, even in thoughts not so robust?
In very direful times,
I'll pay more attention to your moods
whether they should be understood
to prevent injury to yourself emotionally
or physically; they never should be ignored...
I can see myself living through loneliness and misery!
In very direful times,
I'll stay closer and listen
to your needs that arise from emotions;
if words are truthful and real
and have a worth of their own,
stand by and wait for my hug:
I'll save you from the bountiful tears of hell...
promising you a golden ring!
Some stranger sent me a letter,
stating that I was a beyonder,
someone who looks human and strong like steel,
but actually doesn't have the same traits;
he was born to foretell his own demise,
and expose,without resentment, his lies:
and if only he would have heeded,
he would have known perfect sunsets!
And I can attest to this:
the rocky road to my mountain
has not been smooth, but rough;
I had many good choices,
but choosing vanity over them,
made me roam amid my ruins...
a worthless life resembling an empty
house with closed windows;
a dark soul without faith...
living its days in nothingness!
Climbing the precipitous mountain,
with a young and adventurous heart,
was the easiest challenge a dreamer could face;
now, my breath is heavy and going down
isn't an easy task: my meadow is strewn with weeds,
and no flowers grow to entice it with their fragrance,
before their seeds were scattered by favorable winds,
and every summer those swaying dandelions
and gigantic sunflowers bowed...
to worship the life-giving sun!
As my day comes to a close,
I can't turn back and change anything,
but stare at the rocky road of my mountain,
letting regrets, filled with remorse, come to the surface again:
not to have done things differently, or at least,
tried to take into consideration my rebellion;
but friends, don't judge me harshly or be enraged...your battles
weren't like mine: I had to fight a vicious beast!
Your fate wasn't the fate I encountered at a tender age,
your mountain had no steep slopes or a direful disadvantage!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
I've been reduced to the lowest humbleness
by making a smart choice, never lauding myself
for my achievements more than twice,
it's foolhardy that they didn't fit into my perception,
but others praised me with deep admiration;
I have put aside all pride and vanity for humility,
allowing myself one joy and not be pinched by thorns...
hoping not to bleed profusely in incipient pity
when confronted by an unforeseen demise!
This honorable name, the pride of knights, never been
garnished by a stain, its wholiness remains
intact: the hands of this warrior are the walls
of his impregnable fortress never being taken,
and the sword, so shining and dangerously sharp,
frightens many, but I won't let them play their harp!
The strongest are tested by their endurance,
by the strenght of their will not to succumb
to weakness when confronted by impossibility,
and the challege to overcome all obstacles
rests in the will to behold life, not the tomb!
This honorable name fought in the Crusades
to defend Christ and to revenge the marthyrs
who were slaughtered and now lay in tombs...
awaiting the resurrection of their lifeless souls
with a new vibrant heartbeat and steady breath;
ah, direful death, fear looms if there isn't enough
faith to continue the jeourney and encounter hope,
but in desperation another life is taken by the rope!
Written on 7/31/2017
It does not fit in these now modern times-
the news that's dominating our TVs.
With some gains made in world diplomacy-
these scenes of war are too hard to believe.
The Afghan war went on some twenty years;
yet threats of World War III seemed off the board,
since direful risks of nuclear weaponry
did grant discouragement for future wars.
And yet, it's happening before our eyes
two countries now engaged in fight or flee-
with fears of bringing others in the mix-
all NATO countries heading into war.
Though unprovoked, Ukrainians are caught
in war with sins against humanity!
Russia discounts rules of engagement, so
all women, men, and children are fair game!
How did this war slip back to brutish times-
now watching that Ukrainians must flee
to save their lives against the Russian plans
bombing their city Kyiv- and many more?
We had progressed ahead of former times
as fighting wars unveiled the awful costs.
But now, this war misfits- and perhaps peace-
is obsolete when enemies serve greed.
March 14, 2022
Contest: Kyiv Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Newmann
These thoughts will follow
whenever the soldiers go...
to be with them into the battlefield,
reciting the shortest prayer
to protect them as a shield
in moments of uncertainty and fear!
A heart penetrated by sorrow
shares their belief deeply,
there will be many anxieties
appearing on their undistracted
and unyielding faces sunk in darkness,
so that they must never relent or show
weakness when their lives are threatened
and troubled by the unmerciful enemy!
This mind pervaded by horror and grief
struggles with the thought of death,
why must one give one's precious life
and free those oppressed by tyrants?
And would this life be enough to relieve
the direful desperation of horrific visions,
simply by knowing that there's someone
out there willing to join them in their fight...
despite the horrible pounding in their chest:
whenever the soldiers go to achieve their quest?
‘Twere a foolish youth indeed
that ne’er his parents’ voice would heed.
“We hear you’re courting Mary Lue.
Dump that flirt, what e’er you do!
Once you’re wed, she’ll run you down.
Her name is known throughout the town.”
Alack! O woe! O Sorrow’s pang
upon the morn those church bells rang!
No altar’s blessing could subdue
the direful glares that came to view.
Of a nightmare I must tell,
the very sort that springs from Hell.
Mary Lue met loathsome Jake,
a drunkard, gambler and a rake.
A distraught husband roamed the dark
and met a couple in the park.
With one fell blow he struck Jake dead.
Panic-stricken, off he fled.
Now strapped tight to a certain chair,
he endured his parents’ stare
through a slot of perspex glass.
A priest in black arrived at last..
Will this nightmare never end?
Angels and ministers of grace defend!
When he awoke , what should he view
but his two bonny kids by Mary Lue!
From the kitchen came a song.
‘Twas Mary Lue in voice full strong.
‘Twere a foolish youth indeed
who ne’er his pleading heart would heed.