Long Discomforts Poems

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Cruel Hope

I lay here, unarmed, and vulnerable to the damage that has been done. I want to cry, I can cry and I will.
The feeling of it all, discomforts me, hypnotizes me, leaves me wondering; who have I got left? I think and the answer terrifies me, shakes me; how come? I have no one.
These breaths, they puzzle me, how do I breathe for nothing? No one? 
And yet so eagerly, I look up for better things, brighter beginnings, but the thought ends, will I truly be happy? Can something powerful enough in the days ahead of me give me comfort? Bring me peace? 
Yes I have been fooled, betrayed several times now. I have figured out my flaws; I trust too much, love too much, and forgive. I don’t know why but I seem to refuse giving up this false matter, false clinging to this object, idea, or spirit, named “Hope”. 
Yes it beats me up, yes I have been slain, slaughtered, and shattered; in the walls of denial, and query I was trapped, destined to taste suffer, with the eyes of mine I did see, moments, and events that slaughtered me like ice and fire, those eyes of mine, show me things I don’t wish to see, they slaughter me, although part of me, organs of my being, they still do. In the times where I thought I was strong, in times where I thought hope would save me, now it shatters me in the presence of all thy people, makes me its slave by clinging to it, begging for mercy, for chances, and for that I am weak. They all thought I was strong, unbreakable, but now everything proves them wrong; I do break..
These tears I thought will cleanse me, purify, and strengthen me, but now whenever I do cry; those tears are just like whips that drain out my strength, deteriorate my goals, and terrorize my dreams, and so I abandon them..


Weep For Your Son

So powerful  yet so vulnerable
So mighty but so weak
A life of grandeur and dominance
embodied with greed and abundance
is drawing to a close by its own arrogance

I could see everything from all angle
All wrapped up within  one giant  circle
Connecting the bold dots on the external triangle
 
This morning I sat on the big  fearless rock
Watching the silent river flowing in the deep
For a while everything was dead silent
And I could hear my own breath and my heart throbbing

The trees were silent too  and there wasn't a touch of breeze
It felt  like a big ceremony was happening  way out in the deep
Water flowed peacefully under the old bridge
and the birds flew to and fro the ridge, murmuring

I could sense that something sad was about to happen
My mother used to tell that silent river runs deep
and the quite ones are usually the most dangerous ones

I sat there staring in the water praying that it will remain  calm
But all of a sudden something more powerful than me began
raging in the trees  causing a turbulent commotion 
And shouting  cars  start parading up and down the street

The bird thunderous voice kept screaming in the trees
Forcing me to pack up and quickly take my leave
I headed towards the East staring directly into the morning sun
lamenting my discomforts but it had a message for me before the day began
After hearing my case  it buried itself under the thick blue sky 

The scent of fresh flowers circulated the atmosphere
And I  found   myself  in three different spots picking  flowers far and near
They  had the same color  the same smell and  the same truth

The sun came out from under the  tempestuous  sky 
with a ferocious  energy that lit up the entire sky
I could literally feel it scorching my face oh what a big disgrace
I lie on the grass in front of  the  big round pond 
watching the sun emitting its woeful verdict

King Nebuchadnezzar has boasted of  building the great Babylon 
by his own mighty power, for himself and his patrons
But he was driven away from power and lived
with wild animals and eat grass until he was humbled

I got up suddenly and stared at the water in front of me
And saw one duck swimming in big wide pond
Mother duck circled around the pond 
swimming up and down and quacking merrily around
Quack
Quack
Quack
Form: Narrative

Contemplating

predicting the unpredictable, if it meant to be it will
be, there are shadows, that keep spying on my
behind, I look but sound and dusts are at display,
wonder who left what where, check my back, no
threats lingers but this discomforts my focus, keep
gazing but it seem hopeless. 

This discomfort diss my curiosity, stream of questions, who? what? and
why? occupies much of my sane space, now, I
mean gates and doors of my yesterday are all
sealed. 

In my mind no question marks stored but
this back starring reduces my pace forward, my
pulse lowering, this requires my undivided attention, heart beat volume so high, let loose my
uptightness, Should I tight laces, but this is not
marathon, just a challenge, launched from my
fearful foes. 

Who to ponder? I mean, no one pose
no threat. Dining with lions, is in my blood. Who to
fear? Smiles that never lasted throughout my back turning? Nor friends who called me besties by day
but by night a target? My paranoia gears are
surpassing my normalcy dosage, nearing my
irreparable contingency...

Realise foes, hides in shadows, my shadow, those I
know by name and those I share my laughters with. where to rid this shadow, when everywhere
everyone chasing something, I mean, required
when its beneficial. 

Fellow beings in my relation
circles better than being in lions dens, for the attack
knowingly launched but these fellows, stabbing
with a numb face, so bad I don't wanna die in silent, wanna take my slayer's names with me to my
creator. 
#Poetic_Ink

The Heat

The Heat

I have a new girlfriend her name is Mary-Jane.  
I think she's from the south where the plants grow green and bright.  
Mary Jane and I just spent the hot afternoon together ?
Watching the passage of time through a lens that she brought along just for this occasion.

The heat makes the air a sticky, warm bath
Mosquitos suck at the scabs on my legs
My scrotum is  constantly itching
And my T-shirt is sucking the last remaining moisture from my pores.

Mary-Jane giggles at me, as if to say:
'Why focus on discomforts when the real heat is behind the scenes?'
My dreams keep interrupting me
So that I can clear my own throat and attempt to speak clearly again..

Premium Member The Quiet

I had no pain and very minor discomforts, but very little strength.                                                                                     I left my bed when forced to, and returned as quickly as possible.
With the looks of reassurance, someone was always there upon my return.                                                                          

I needed to eat as much as possible in order to remain hydrated.                                                                                                                         
For a while, I had no desire for food but loved the taste of water.                                                                                            
The few tastes absorbed from foods lingered and were hard to dispel.                                                                                                       

Most sounds of any kind irritated me greatly. So I sought for sound-free                                                                      
zones, the deepest silence, and for an ever-so-penetrating God-inspired    
solace. The sweetest sounds were those I never heard. It was 'The Quiet"     
that I most longed for, and whenever I reached out to her, she embraced        
me like a blanket.

040821PS


Premium Member A Day That Ends In Night

We Look For Holy Moments, 
And In Looking, Overlook

Moments Blessed And 
Filled With Things
From Mountains We Once Shook.

Small Events Unfolding, 
Each One Smaller, Briefer Still.

As Cavernous Creases 
We Call Brains, 

Migrations Fill.
Spark-lit Seconds 

Speak For Us 
While Destiny Darkens Past.

Pointing And Branched 
With Lightning Flare 
To Futures Guided, Where 

We May Draw Away

Or Follow Our Natural Inclination 
Through Your Waveless Spray.

Shotgunning Every Now 
Somehow; 

To Cast 
Bigger Pictures,  
Brighter Futures,

Holy Moments Blended, 
Bending To Form 
Crooked Sutures.

Aye,
 
Care Not Weary One
Traveler And Father To All.

Mind’s Eye Behemoth,  

Where In Grains 
As In Pearls 

Do You Lie;

Barbaric And Windswept,
Dressed

In White Collared Time,
Grafted And Stylized; 

With 

Only Your
Teacups Remaining.

Your Grin, No Repast, 
Discomforts All.

Bears The Stain,  
Of The Holy Moments Gain.

Slanted Slivers 
Of Hanging Pictures,  

A Youth With Glasses Scanning
Hills Of Gifted Summer’s Passion, 

Pages Each In Need Of Fanning.

Now, 

With Hallowed And Bellowed Tear,
You Will Steer 

Amongst Those Mighty
Many Memories 

Of Futures Past.

This You Give Us, 
Single Sight.

The Now Of Every Thought To Last:

A Day That Ends In Night
Form: Rhyme

Caged

I’m all alone
Studying the stupid algebra lesson 
Sniffing my nose from a flu
Listening to songs to chase off
Of my discomforts’ 
I drink water continuously 
And stay alone
Until my sister comes
And breaks the silence 
With her stupid noises
I’m worried and confused
Remembering a friend’s inappropriate words
Wishing to slap her badly
For her oversized tongue
That keeps on blabbering bullshits
I don’t know why I’m weeping
Guess because there’s no one to talk too
No one to be considered a someone
Even my mom keeps on watching silly shows
And screaming at my face for nothing but a habit
And it bothers me, it bothers me to hell 
And when I step up to defend my right
She forgets my words, and off to her ridiculous shows she goes
I’m screaming from inside
Madly a monster, bored from being kept in a cage
I wanna be free
Bust the chains and do everything I can do!

Premium Member Pulling a Hackery

Pulling A Hackery
By: Miracle Man
1-6-2020

A night spent tossing,
hasn’t equated to rest.
Though I’ll give maximum,
I’ll not be at my best.

Today I’ll feel as if,
a hackery I’m dragging. 
By days end my spirit,
will probably be sagging.

I’ll fight through discomforts,
endeavoring not to complain.
Knowing that God is able,*
 and that HE will sustain.

I look to HIM for fortitude,
to get through this day.
Trying to be HIS witness,
 in things I do and say.

Ephesians 3:20
“Now unto him that is able to do exceeding abundantly above all that we ask or think, according to the power that worketh in us,”
© Tom Wright  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Lyric

Bedding Down In the Colding

For the first time 
since the end of Summer, 
Mr. Nobody wears his socks to bed, 
a sad admission that 
things were going to get worse. 
Can't count on the 
warmth of mother nature's breast 
to keep his mammalian nature intact. 
When he wears his socks 
and he pulls the thin duvet and the 
extra purple woven Dacron blanket 
up over himself he feels 
warm enough to sleep. 


The cat, Missy, who sleeps on his bed 
wants to go out. This is Mr. Nobody's worse fear, 
like a fear of urination
a fear that keeps him from resting. 
Mr. Nobody throws off the blankets, rises, 
swings his legs over the side of the bed 
and rests his feet on the cold wood laminate floor. 
He shuffles to the door 
Missy follows. 
Opening the back door, he feels 
the dread of the betrayal. 
Missy scoots out. 


Now, before he can sleep, Mr. Nobody has to remember 
to find her and let her in again, realizing now that 
William, the male cat had been let out earlier. 
He will have to recover them both.
Mr. Nobody doesn’t know why he cares so much 
about the discomforts of the cats. 
He doesn't know if they suffer the terrors 
of the failing pact with nature as much as he, 
probably they do not. 


Mr. Nobody returns to bed, pulls the cover-sandwich package 
over his legs then over his chest. He rests, 
planning to rise in an hour to go out and find the cats. 
Mr. Nobody is certain that when he calls the cats 
after an obligatory time
they will agree to follow him, 
almost as if they know what's 
good for them.
Form: Grook

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