Long Dispair Poems
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Peering from Behind the Plume
A verbal sketch by Martin Braun
June 15, 2020
Peering from behind the plume
witnessing my brethren lofting from ethereal vapors.
Who shall share our divine song?
Not I!
Who shall sit on the right side, with you at my left?
Not I!
Look below, their gaze is transfixed on my wonderous down,
and enchanted by my song.
Holy, holy, holy I shall sing, not for God,
but for vanity that harmony my voice doth bring.
Laced with apples that you desire,
I serenade the Gospel entwine with earthly eloquence,
and lick your lobe evoking emotional undulations from head to toe.
I seduce you in God's own house, not for His glory but my own,
for it is my desire to sit up high, on the thrown.
Let the world burn, what do I care.
From the ashes, I will rise, from their dispair.
And your lives, I will surely protect,
who else will remain for my worship and pay their debt?
Crazy Cat Lady
there's a hotbed of crazy cat ladies
waving at me from their new mercedes
howling in a frenzy for me to stop
for a quick drill, I fall for their prop
giving to fish to their host
and on a side road we break toast
with the moon watching over me in fears
being bound by the black satin dears
with all the aces in their hand
they strike up the broadening band
arrows of lust shooting thru the air
barbs landing with dispair
claws ravaging my back
in peril I begin to see pitch black
my picnic whipped and lashed
for salt my quick drill now dashed
as candle wax ushers down the aisle
to the crazy cat ladies smile
I'm screaming at vacant eyes
craziness muting my cries
I'm lost at their booted feats
save for a pocket of pussy treats
connie pachecho
1/16/18
Grandmother Moon looks down
upon Mother Earth,
heartbroken from the hatred
that is running rampant.
Spreading like a virus worldwide.
Evil, violence and anger
are beginning to take
its toll upon her,
trying to dim and
snuff out her light.
Mother Earth fights back
with earthquakes, hurricanes,
wildfires and floods
Using all she has in
Natures arsenal to fight for
the souls who reside upon her.
She is a true warrior.
Grandmother Moon cries
for Mother Earth, falling tears
filled with worry and dispair.
"Mother Earth, my dear,
Oh what are we to do?"
Grandmother Moon watches
as the light within Mother Earth
begins to grow brighter
with each passing moment.
Her body, mind and
soul are strengthened
by the Divine love she
continually receives
from the Universe
Mother Earth looks up
and says lovingly
"Do not cry for me,
Grandmother,
for I am very strong.
You have shown me
how to shine brightly,
even through the storm."
The Graduate
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
The twinkle in her eye
matched the passion
Of her amibitous heart
Today is grand
Today she graduates
Today she becomes
The Graduate.
She set her sight
To moist beautiful Cape
With only a pair of pump's
On her feet to climb
A mountain waiting her.
Her void at home
Became hard to bear
It was knowing to all
Her absence will
Become valour
When you all alone
She fought like
A bear with leopard grip
And bumped her storms
Elephant style.
Her rosy cheeks
In times hard
withered dispair
She kept on fighting
Back and forth
For one day
she will become
The Graduate.
Her guide was God
Who held her hand.
She kept her smile
Throughout and changed
The colour of her pump's
Now her stage is set
For occasion graduate
Awaiting HER receive
A graduates degree
Her mountain she conquered.
Her sweet scented tale
Is a lovely vapour to inhale
A daughter graduates
A parent's pride
A twinkle in a teary eye.
A twinkle ..
Start to finish
Her shining Glory
Amen GOD.
On the
9th June 2016 in
Cape Town.
There is so much sorrow everywhere upon this Earth
It overwhelms Earth's beauty; it questions our own worth.
Another child lies hungry upon a mat that she calls her bed.
Another mother buries her child; another prayer is said.
Another elephant slaughtered for his tusks to hang upon a wall.
another species goes extinct, another Polar icecap falls.
Another mass shooting somewhere in another shopping mall.
Another dying with no hand to hold because of Covid's pall.
On top of this, we sit and watch our beloved country fall.
Dispair becomes so thick, it's cut and portioned out to all.
We appreciate the great blessings: a sunset's lustrous hues,
the moon and stars that enhance night, the skies of deepest blues,
Possibly, we haven't learned our lesson well, it seems we need to love
unconditionally, a word fitting in our hearts with, perhaps, a shove.
If we greet each Earth dweller with truthful love from heart to heart,
Change won't happen over night, but we'll have made a wondrous start!
Hay now, now sing this corrosion
Of winter wastes and Red stars white nights
And waring tribes a bully on the block
To kick you when your down
The ones meek and mild
But can stand tall n defend their ground.
So hay now, now, sing to me a man of fragility
Of many means and wants all and nothing more
But to have dominion over the land, you wanted a war
now you can't win, you have not a war but a massacre
A genocide, you are your only suicide
If you want a war WE can bring you your war a jihad
If the cultural empire strikes
You will know war, but why fight return
To your frozen land of winter waste before its to, to late
Leave this sovereign nation
Let your people rise up
Throw off the yoke of opposition
Put down your guns
and turn and run no one will get hurt
So sing, now, hay now, now to me of this dominion
Sing of a white house in a red square of mother Russia, your dispair
Of white wastes, throw down your oppressor
As we bring the Rain to wash away his stain
You are better than one
A little pale pathetic man
A man-made of a killer in a high place
OH! Mother Russia!
Sing down, down, down this oblivion...
You have nothing to lose
We said it once will say it before
Cast down the crown of a ruined nation
Time to cast off the chains of subservience
Rise up and be free
END THIS WAR!
Before it's too, too late...
for the Ukraine
What sad provocation
with rain divination
what poverty bursts
this dity this verse
he held his hand high
did he not touch the sky
black middle night
these lines I did write
What purpose you ask
My mind is like cloth
Into this dispair
these thoughts do appear
Each star in the heavens
including the sun
atomic explosions
yes each every one
each star in the night sky
is really a sun
the distance makes little
yes each everyone
Solar mists of hidden time
the planets a roving
the meteors climb
black night space
surrounds this space
and still we have the hidden face
black matter still unknown
when will we learn of your hidden thrown
Nullness is exploiting me
Vacant heart and soul
Dying slow ready to be
Eaten by all.
Failure is good
Success is heaven
But in that state i stood
Where none lies but demon.
That little fragment that
Never lets me fail
And that moment at
Which i dispair out of ail.
Its a punishment to be
Nothing, and dreams to
Be achievable, but see
I reach nowhere but blue.
That exhausted soul
Those lethargic hopes
Makes me crawl
On swift success slopes.
Where eaxh breath is dull
And each sight blur
I sight death as a mother- to lull
When i constantly err.
My pen frowns at me
And eager to get lost
I see light..but he can't see
As i discuss dreams and he say you boast.
Akash sangwan
The turning wheel of time stirs up the dust of disarray
that settles in the crumbling cauldron of disordered life.
In the maiming moments of disdained dejection
truth tumbles in the debris of disorienting tribulations.
In the disorderly squall of divesting disarray
the mangled mind is disheveled to dishabille state,
tries to snap the chord of captivating desires,
the psychic cascade of unconcern forces them to descend.
Chasing the mirage across the dunes of desolation,
the hope of taking life to the oasis disappears deluded.
As the beleaguering storm of disenchantment blows,
consciousness takes the correction course to undo dispair.
As I search for the lost me in the depth of introspection,
I listen it whispers the swan song of awareness,
resonating with the penultimate rhapsodic rhythm
of my soulful melody of susurration.
Released from the clasp of karmic destiny,
I transcend the limits of time and space,
yearning to embrace the arms of perpetual peace,
beseaching my soul to ascend to the stratum of holiness.
I let it light in my heart the candle of altruism and love,
radiate the gracious glow of God's benevolence.
I then get liberated to rise high in the sky of infinite solace
within the quiet abode of absolute bliss in eternity.
Dark misery
how you wrap my heart
like a black cat around the leg
waking world thrust back into dream
vaccume un-escapable
i fall backwards
into your dark embace
slowly i sink , deep into your blackness
i feel the air course through my fingers
air rushing around my ears
as i decsend into this mist of tears
burn down my face
lacerations in thier wake
tears like blades
tears of dispair
i reach for the sun
now a tiny point of light
i see it's folly
in this black night
i look up and there you are
eyes hollow as death
you are made of a billion stars
glistening upon your midnight coat
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