Long Failure Poems
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Flame-featured twilight, illuminate fast!
Young are the dreams of humanity vast!
Age is a mystery museums kept.
Poets and prophets in agony wept...
Core of the harpsichord, pyramid-shaped.
Moorlands and moonlight black lined and blue taped.
Volcanic spark flowing downward like wine.
Howl at the moon for a woman divine...
Thunderbolt, jolt! Once Red Hare was a colt!
Genius is golden? Deliver high volt!
Soar, O ye war-birds! O raptors, set out!
Whisper about what you're wanting to shout...
Hunting means compromise? Yes, I suppose.
Failure on such tour means feeding the crows.
Prey of tyrannosaurs, horror can lurk!
Hard work means shirking for average jerk...
Flickering foxfire, fan out on the fen.
Aim with thy arrows? Yes, but, then again;
Deadly are darts and stakes, to vampire hearts.
Flavors of arts and crafts, ticklish tarts.
Warrior, wild are the winter winds. Why?
Death by design, dragon! Dynamite, chide!
Werewolf, thy stride. Complied? Shiver inside!
Poisonous pride tends toward lion's pace plied...
Ergo, ye adept, respect roundabout.
Foxes in boxes where phlox grows en route.
Tyrants and archons in common sense stick!
Wicker man, nicker mare, ichor, thy chick...
Snail, leave thy trail glistening every morn.
Hatchet handle, glow with blood. O slughorn;
Send home a sign that the battle is won?
Call out their champion and it's begun...
Blossoming honeysuckle and ivy?
Castles obscured by the shine of the sea.
Mountains are dinosaurs? Some think so, yes.
Hell and Heaven just might bless what we guess.
Breaker point setting up warnings to tell?
Much like covens mean witch casting spell.
Gaslight, point elsewhere! Sharp rocks in the reef!
Heading to nowhere, O fabled belief...
Tell me that you've felt a failure
In doing what was right
While pillows dampen, salty
Amidst the restlessness of night
A wonder, wonders bless the wicked
And the same thing in reverse
Ensure the gnarled vines of virtue
Aren't easily traversed
With what was once a gleaming moral compass
More a burden than a tool
Its rusting ends give rhyme to meaning well
A witty slogan of the fool
The firmest grasp fatigues to loosen
Slipping chains cut like a knife
In vain, try letting go completely
This blessed curse carried for life
As tainted blood drips from your calloused palm
And every orangy link
Try not to smirk upon the splashes
More rewarding than you'd think
Anxiety has taken control of me sometimes
I need the help from God at troubling times
Today, I woke up late, but I'm on a clean slate
Today, I broke the habits and the lies of hate
Anxiety has taken control of me too much lately
I feed on angst and grief, but I want relief and happiness
I remember when you almost moved on and frankly,
It hurt me somewhat...I can't undo this sweet sadness
I can't just reopen this wound a thousand times
I got to turn around and write my feelings down
I'm pushing forward, never looking back to pick up the past's dimes
I ought to try harder than I did before I tread life's town
Secretly, I am illuminating the precious night sky
Often, I wander in the wilderness of my mind
And you're like a radiant rainbow that passes me by
I've been down this road of hardship, but my unpredictable zeal is one of a kind
Anixety won't weigh me down
No, it won't...it won't...it won't...
Don't lower my smile to a frown
No, just don't....don't....don't....
I've held on to this distress for oh so long
I'm sorry I've let you down, God Most High
I'm letting go of my anxious ways all along
I'm so sorry if I hurt anyone, but I won't cry
I'm stronger than I realize,
I'm not alone
And I'm not a failure
I'm stronger in God's eyes
Feeling on my own
But, yes, I will endure
- Eager to Endure
© J.W. EARNINGS
Aka Dave Will Breidenthal
It's an ordinary mysticism: "If only this had occurred."
If only the person said this, given what you overheard.
"If" is a conjunction that is applied to escape reality.
It can be useful or awful based on your personality.
"If" can inspire you in the morning and all day.
Every day I dwelled in the past and urged what "if" sway.
My prior deeds delay all the "if" stated or may arise.
I must live my life to lug them true without cries.
It's viable—I could live here if I hadn't moved.
I was in this dull home, I hope my soul is reproved.
Today and my fate designed me as weak and strong.
And has accomplished my suffering endured long.
Waiting for us to revert back to our lovely family
Time was of the utmost worth, and love remain the key.
In disjoin because of a home that wasn't my creation.
As a result of my failure in deciding the proper location.
Utterly overlooked and ostracized at a barred door.
I'm told it doesn't matter when living sans love core.
How can you transmute into a hate-filled house?
A blight book ending or a dwelling filled with mouse.
I am going to rely on God to soothe my pain.
Like so, I can flourish and look forward again.
Written: October 22, 2022
I chose to run, but had I stayed,
things would have been like Poetry Contest
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A MEDLEY OF MONOKU
a tarnishing of golden years – the murmurings of madness
homeless amid the rubble – the acrid stench of flames
knit one, purl… three kittens – one ball of yarn
a darkened window – separation
too good – too soon – too bad
streetlights and snowflakes – pixilated mirage
table for one – check please
in the midst of plenty – the alleys lie
cold terror - silence – screaming in the darkness
obsession’s deadline – three nips until noon
questions without answers – battery failure
sad bells call the faithful – unaware they are not
failure – potential, rotting on the vine
cur dogs – an angry mob – feeding off each other
©12/22/2017
John G. Lawless
Mother! You offered me life, risking Your own.
You bore all pains to show me this earthly light.
You held my fragile head as if a precious crown
And nurtured my weak body each day and night.
Mother! Your affection roamed my existence.
A slight scratch on my finger made You weep
And You shielded my weakness like a fence.
You forsake Your earthly concerns, even sleep.
Mother! You smiled at success, cried at failure.
You gave the support to tread on, to overcome
Those threats that made me frightened, unsure.
You made a sacred Heaven out of a small home.
Mother! You are the dearest treasure I possess,
Which no casket, no safe can contain or insert.
The only place to treasure this heavenly grace
Is my innermost core, the unfathomable heart.
As every cassock is enough to tell
You are a minister
Either a chorister or a pastor
To grace well and impel
Is seeing you become only God's toastmaker
Every sunset gives us one day less to live
Count your seeds of the spirit
Spread through undaunted love
And not the course of service's bigot
But testimonies of brethren who enjoy your patency
But every sunrise give us one day more to hope
Most time making all observations dumbstruck
Replying each and every with a thunderstruck
It is no near to count a botch
If its effects work like a troche
Hope for the best for we are all human
Flaws are inevitable but can be abandon
No one has ever achieve chancery with God
That has ever live on earth a slipshod being
But clinching His dictates can make you ratherish well-bred
Good Luck
Get strong
Beefing do suck
Flee off wrong
It gets growth abating
Be the David's type Shepherd
Familiar with the said story
Not needed to be re-established
Failure needs no sorry
Be up and doing...
Unholy Hell
There is an incredible emptiness
that will not settle,
a holy loneliness blocking my way.
They tell me not to think so much,
not to worry,
but the heavy quiet of failure drowns out that vow.
Inside these walls, there is no sovereignty.
Just hands, reaching—
everyone wanting a piece of me.
Only music remains a cure,
a quiet place to go to ease the road,
to carry this bitter load.
I was a proud soul once.
Now, I am stripped to the nerve.
Left entirely alone to survive their quiet contempt.
I dream at night, and the nightmares come to call,
and I wake up to the morning sun
already shattered before the day even begins.
More work is what I get.
No time away to sift through the wreckage,
to find what is left of me.
Just the endless expectation of another’s payday.
Deep in my soul,
my mind cries out for reprieve
that my battered, bloody body will never get.
The void is deep.
The pain is real.
The days gone by are misery.
Tough as nails they reference me.
Deep inside only history.
Oh, mighty Time,
You are my best friend, but also
My worst of enemies
For
You bring life to this world, but
Easily you take it away
Happiness, certainly, is your gift
Suffering is your doing
To my child, you gave birth and
My parents, you took them away,
You accompanied the bride to the church, and
To cemetery, you led her widow
Love with you it grew in me
So did her sister, hate
To my spirit, you brought ecstasy and
To my heart abhorrence
With your passing came success but
Also came Failure
You made me proud to feel but
Also, you made me feel ashamed
But
Each time beside me you stand
Jubilantly I celebrate
Because
Life you breathe into my lungs
Hope into my soul
Thus
Unconditionally I LOVE YOU
Since I am your CHILD!
©Demetrios Trifiatis
13 September 2021
He wakes up in the morning
And regrets another day,
Puts on his daily mask
To prove that he's OK.
Gets ready for his work
With a feeling that he dreads,
He wants to look in control
And wise in all he says.
Turning up for work
His face is all smiles,
But he wishes he was elsewhere
About a million miles.
Portraying a lot of confidence
But inside is self hate,
Producing a tension within
He wishes he wasn't a fake.
But he survives another day
He's made it once again,
Feeling insecure
Like a failure feeling condemned.
He turns on the T.V.
After tea with kids and wife,
A chance to escape
This hell they call his life.
But a knock at the front door
It's a few family friends,
He puts the mask back on
He wants the night to end.
As he goes to bed he thinks
"I'm nearly at the end of self,
I need some outside help"
He puts the mask back on the shelf.