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The ragged edge of life
haunts the future.
I have seen it – watched it
witnessed its wickedness
cringed at its callousness
its unforgiving finale’.
The rasp of its voice
chortling in collusion
with languid lungs
accepting defeat
but not yet beaten.
Heaving at great expense
to haul ashore
one more day
one more sunrise greeting
one more sunset farewell.
Gentle breezes
torture its weary form
strain its weakened sinews
splinter its gnarled branches
hum a farewell.
Would that it were
a long walk
down an empty trail
leaving no signs
of our passing.
But if we lived
we left footprints.
How easy will yours be
to follow.
John G. Lawless
3/19/2022
Written: September 29, 2023
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In this brazen society, lunacy thrives.
In an era led by narcissism, no one lives.
Covetousness and desultoriness sit on the throne.
While sympathy and devotion are left alone.
We become absorbed in the anarchy of life.
Consumed with the desire to rule and strife.
But in our fervent pursuit of power and gain,
We lose sight of all that keeps us sane.
As an inferno that destroys all in its path.
Our thoughtless behavior fuels a fiery wrath.
Without guilt, we sever ties and ruin hearts.
Spreading a trail of despondency in its darts.
In this frenzied dash for fortune and fame,
We dump those we stomp on in shame.
What do we gain from this ravenous hunger?
A brief rush of pleasure followed by wonder
Is this the reason for our existence?
To sustain our pride with such resilience?
However, an inner voice murmurs quietly.
Alerting us to the real splendor we foresee
When we let go of our greed and vanity,
When we embrace love and humanity.
In the finale, what do we truly need?
Is it riches and power, or passion, indeed?
To find true happiness, we must learn to give.
To show compassion and learn to forgive.
The vanishing sanity can be restored.
If we select to let pass off what we hoard,
So let us extinguish the burning flame.
That feeds our selfishness and vanity claims.
And let empathy and kindness guide our way.
To create a world where sanity can stay.
For in this cruel world, we have the power,
To pick love over greed every hour.
Let's build bridges and mend shattered hearts.
And heal the wounds caused by our darts.
From my memory and from endless maps
I recreated my homeland to write newly upon it
And on the twenty first day, God rested for months
To ensure the world could shine darkly
The February sun shone mercilessly
As the only thing that could kill my hunger
I tasted their lips before walking into another set of credits
Ever pondering why I even bothered to perform
Endless ghosts whirled before me
As all past plot threads wrapped up nearly beneath me
Gazing into the bright Spring sun
My heart rang as hollow as ever
Twenty four and there's so much more
As an unwitting finale to permanent summer vacation dragged out
Beaten down by sun and arm in arm
We twin herobreakers drank the days away
Forever locked within my skull
My gray matter cried for what it lacked
And yet I let the waves crash down on me
To shield those who wouldn't return the favor from life
Thirteen months deep into stillness
I finally entered my field and ran
The summer sun never touched my skin
As I built and used a new TV studio
Culinary echoes bounded back at me
As the wizened elder who craved the chance
That stony faced and sleepy eyed children only took
Because they felt as though they must, rather than they could
Falsely accused with no recourse
I let my rage vanish into the aether
And lost myself within routine
As the heroic replacement I so desperately wanted to be
I took a student under my wing
And began to consider a new flight path
As this nest I came to know
Was battered by the fell wind I flew in on
And on that hill where my life was saved twice before
A dashing warlord gave me the missing piece I craved
The gentle tune of the ocarina called
And every morning, I patched what was lost
And thus the twin herobreakers merely became one
As I abandoned him to act as God
As nasty as any punch to the liver could be
When it became clear we could only bond over booze
And thus I waved goodbye to a decade of growth
Asleep at 10 with no fanfare
From every end comes a new beginning
So rest well knowing I'll remember you fondly.
All bark and no bite,
Better is the termite,
For when solid reality,
Invades your psyche,
You’re a dupe, papa Philosophy
Canine guts? the tail tells all,
From where I see, yours is curled.
Just when I trusted your robe,
You’re nothing but a hopeless dope,
With promises like eggs, fruitless kill-hope,
When true wisdom makes its cry,
Your conscience chooses to die,
Dancing to humdrum of gossip,
Sin seduces you in its grip,
The Scroll ignored so then the slip.
And through it all, the tender –
See behind facade, a pretender
Like Mercury said ‘like a clown’
And soon you’re going down,
At Omega’s finale, truth spells at you with frown.
You are a memory
A reminder of a time that once meant something to me
When it all ended, I thought I would be okay, but this time was different
The pain creeped into my heart in an instant
Wanted to rip the beating organ out of my body
While crying to myself and whispering that I was sorry
I was making amends with a ghost
I think that's the part that hurt the most
Thinking back to all the times before
Where I acted less and thought more
But that was then
Now the only thing that remembers you is this pen
It's funny how quickly good things end
One moment you're the happiest person in the world, now you're writing leterrs that you'll never send
But now I'm exhausted
Do you know how much emotions it costed
For me to fight the urge to pick up the phone and call?
For me to tear down your pictures from the wall?
You severed the ties
But I was the one believing in those sweet little lies
Thinking that there was still a chance
That there was more to our dance
Maybe this wasn't the finale
Maybe this wasn't the final tally
To mark the end of our chapter
Maybe there's such a thing as a happily ever after
But I was wrong
You're no longer my favorite song
Your name is no longer my favorite word
All traces of your face has become blurred
I guess this is it
My hand feels empty as now there's a space where only your hand could fit
Once a lover
Now a stranger whose face belongs to another
Nameless memory
This is how it will be
Because every reminder of you, is the death of me
Duke…Duke…you are super cool…I don’t really know what else to say to you…oops, I’m speechless like a dumbfounded fool – just kidding – I’ll try to think more pozzitivvly
Umderstanding my conditions helps me, it doesn’t harm me necessarily…it’s being certain of what you have instead of delving in your depression mode, which really hurts your health and it’s like neglecting your ‘neads’… sick of constant greeds in my head…greedie thots straaaangul mee - can’t you sea the see of teers, rolling down my cheeks – don’t feel sowry for meee… naught is in my mind for the meantime, but I feel like I get things off of my shoulders…I just noticed this poem is super long…oh-oh!
Krazy me…making a long poem – let me cut it short for oo y’all…
Embarrasting fact, but I change my accent every time and I don’t know why…if you wanna know more about me, feel free to ask me, Duke and everywon (which means everyone is a winner) else who decided to read this poem that reveals my writative side of me…if you just came to this out of the blue, don’t think me weird – who knows where the wicked wind blows…I’ve been through so many positive and negative experiences in my life and everyone in this world has as well (I finally figured that out…silly me, right?), but it’s a mystery of what I will reveal to you guys poem-wise… okay, I hope to hear from you, Duke – buh-bye, pal! Good luck with everything in life and I believe that you’ll be a light in this world by what you do best! Talk to you later, I hope?
"As a child I maintained a stoic attitude.
I exhibited patience, restraint, resignation, forbearance, and lack of complaint.
The ideal child you might say. As I grew, I realized the error of my ways."
¬The Poet¬
Dreaming improbable dreams.
Reality betwixt the unsealing
Softly fluttering butterfly wings
Apricot anacondas wreathing
Bleating lambs catapult seaward
Over volcanoes about to erupt
Prismed glass rainbows sliding
Monuments souring unhindered.
No longer enslaved slaves
Thinking the unthinkable
To be what I truly feel
Tears that can’t be cried
Walnut shells dismembered,
For pathways to the unknown
Physically powerful reasons.
Persimmons permeate perfume,
Soft velvet sparks so subtle
Teardrops fall in puddles,
Weary eyes forge forward,
Everlasting daisies wilt
Forlorn ekphratic regrets
Misted windows endorse,
The pain as its vile pungency
Scorns the soul of the angelic
drives goodness to the brink,
mighty swords flow protests
to the unyielding winds of time
To defiantly stand up to demons
for a valid worthwhile cause
as the lyrics of memoirs spill
and gazes turn to wonder,
amid lonely nights of fear
with only love unblemished
if not myself what can I be?
to reach an unreachable star
I surrender to their touch.
Untold ethics to be true.
The sweet rose petals pink
And cumquats bursting
And ever do I regret the sigh,
Of your entwined lullaby
With cold adorning feathers
The sorrowful peacock wails,
An unending finale of song
To ease my savage thoughts
Doing it my way evermore,
And regain courage to protest,
In tangerine oasis in the seas
Instilling birds and bees hum
And bliss of your caressing
On clouds of coral swaying
As lilac shoots skyward
In ever circling cascades
Of merriment galore in store
Where mirth and joy combine
Making sediment pure wine
All logic cast aside in the wash.
The righted wrongs unsaid.
Resting my tired head
Culminating in enough said.
Awe- struck, I gape at your solicitous disposition !
Raffish looking epitome~ combing hair staring at my
eye,
After you complete,express to me:will listen being
nigh;
Desperately anxious to enlighten your day with ease,
lmitating cute little actions of yours,I find peace;
Astonishing romantic tone you own ,
Never will fade the smile that you shown;
Talking to you any time residing in your room.
Most often to be known as your replica,pal
I seem magical glistening on the wall..
Reflecting your beauty and emotions in all;
Realistically swallow you, if stood front of me at any
cost,
Ouch...cold I freeze when your inside me like a frost;
Real relationship to be forged with mutual trust.
13-6-2020
Note:Non Human Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke
Placed as Honorable Mention in the Contest.
Note:STRAND NO 800 ,any theme,any form FINALE
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Upended side silhouetted curves
Guitar gut succumbs concave pummel
Stroke of silk amber timber turns
Tranced incessant performer to animal
Strings emit unconcious melody
Calloused hands mollest chords, glide
Neat neck shake resonates body
Four kick outline organise notes inside
Looped chorus caught contagion
Spills rhythmic spools of tuneful allure
Tale telling verse's return enables
Beat subdued by soulful bridge endure
Slow tempo finale of song abrupt
Fickle fingers emptied petition an encore
Bouy bubble brief popped corrupt
Cadence swings wild windswept rapport
6th February 2021
Written for Contest: Sensual
Sponsor : Charlotte Puddifoot
It was when the bowl
smashed,
and my hands slackened
I knew
lips were moving
a throat was talking nothing
and my eyes were seeing
what my ears could not follow
the ties that bound
had been cut
as each piece of glass
shattered into moments
of every second we shared,
a ripple went through
the tableau of my life
changing its geography
forever
my blood pours to smash
chambers of memories
and as the cymbals of your life
clash its finale
your arms are lost
and out of my reach
the knot unbinds
that first touch
the one that said no matter what?
is now sleeping
where no shadows fall