Long Folly Poems
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The folly of the fight
These four walls; such contemptible and wretched creatures-
mock me, taunt me, deride me as weak and worthless.
I am shackled to the two evil twins-Misery and Myalgia.
As I wrestle with my afflictions, I throw tantrums-like a feral beast
charging towards the drawn sword.
However...I succumb to the inevitable.
I sense the folly of the fight and submit,
although-unwillingly to this intransigent,
auto-immune disease.
How do you fight an enemy entrenched in your marrow?
This enemy is urging me onward on this death march,
and it is unrelenting in it's insistence.
Death, at times, feels like a release of sorts,
but I could never indulge myself in such disgraceful folly.
The pain is intractable, inscrutable, but...
I soldier onward... until the end.
August 07, 2020
John Derek Hamilton
Wistful yearning for an air of trustfulness
Zeus' libido was famed for its lustfulness.
Who saved thugs till all wits were withdrawn?
No farmer ever wiped dew off the lawn.
Nor is tyranny feared or known as grim.
It was a depressing one overall, and dim.
To his love-stricken spirit and melancholy.
He repents of the acts and admits his folly.
Spread the aroma of a worm-eaten shroud.
Unrolled, it breaks or oils shreds in a cloud.
Depression is feared across the nation.
I crave your love; this is my correlation.
Tell me I love you if my mood is gloomy.
I'll be distraught, yet carry that light to me.
With vile lying, you preyed on our feelings.
I'm not retaining them back—it's stealing.
Written: May 22, 2023
( Not For Any Contest)
Is joy found in Thee and thine or in me and mine?
Whose words teach of the path, my life will define
Is happiness found, respecting all things, being kind?
By seeking a common good of man, with thee in mind
Or by achieving goals, success that will benefit me
Is this the key to unlock the grace foretold from thee?
It seems that many men’s words differ in religious belief
Each group’s path shifts, as when wind blows a leaf
Which men’s words should I follow, whose thoughts are true
Or do these men speak with words, mixed in an evil brew
As I think, ponder, on what path I should follow in life
You guide my direction, as the "Great Spirit", my fife
Let earths wind, water, fire, teach animal, plant and man
All lessons they need learn, from the creator of the plan
All mankind needs your grace to discern wisdom from folly
Some men distort your words to sell tickets on their trolley
With "faster is better" and “giving of your life will be holy”
Beware the cost of the ride, proceed a little more slowly
Wisdom discerns truth, as knowledge comes alive
Let your spirit be taught, before man can contrive
For years he proudly wore the uniform of his beloved nation,
Fighting in many conflicts seeing mankind's terrible desecration.
In the heat of battle he often looked beyond the horrible strife,
When one day he could pen his dreams about the good things in life.
He tried to erase from his mind the lingering nightmare of battle,
The clash of steel, the billowing smoke and the musket's rattle.
He retired to a peaceful life and forsook the weapons of war,
To muse and write of ordinary things, letting his imagination soar!
He wrote of the magnificence of a beautiful, fragrant rose,
And the peaceful innocence of little children in repose.
The grandeur of the Creator's mountain, stream and plain,
Trees, sunshine, the moon, the stars and life-sustaining rain.
He wrote of children anxiously pondering choices at a candy store,
And of mighty waves from far-away places rushing to the shore.
He told of the virtues of attending Church and Sunday School,
To handle others with loving care, as if each were a precious jewel!
It says in the Good Book there'll always be wars and rumors of war,
But the old soldier had seen the folly of war and made it his chore,
To espouse a truism he had learned, this a very simple rule:
"If folks would follow The Golden Rule, they'd be apt to be less cruel!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
Moving my heart, in a folly of fear
To a northern establishment of cold hearted tears.
Beckon me dearest, so I may conclude
this ravaging tempest, my brief interlude.
Pardon me, madam for I am the Sad
a lonely, poor fool, with nothing but show.
Oh dry wells of fortune giving the rain
that eats away the rest of my brain.
Reaching and stretching to touch a star
and bleeding in fury when I know it's too far.
Over the earth like a wallowing mind
eaten by women, society and time.
I melt in the picture when held to the light
and vaporize to dust, as she takes my life.
Don't cry for this man, but let it be known
I sign all my letters, "With tears, all alone."
I'm tired of crying to nobody's home.
I tired of sighing alone.
I'd die to be left out breathless and bored
I'd die to be dead just this once.
By and by I can't complain, by and by it's over.
So now I sing this song just for you: Andrea.
Together we laughed and we sang and we joked
together a dream did we chase.
You told me forever in love would we run,
you promised a soul to me.
Through the streets,
Through the dreams and in my eyes
why are we running?
Don't bring me peace, or love, bring me lies.
Andrea.
So sit back and tell me the voice that you doubt, sit back and shout them.
I won't be here in the morning, you know. Say goodbye forever.
Light my way, O autumn skies.
Tough turbulence, roll, soul. Endeavor, smoky skies.
Wanton, golden bowl? Veer. Rapture, raptor hawk?
Gibbous frost, allure, dark moon.
Cloud castles, arrive through, vortexes. Nexus.
Crystal blue-hued gusts, blow.
Sunbeams, waterfalls, heaven's tumbleweeds.
Cluster up damp, urban life.
Troubled, vagabond?
Too late, frozen? Repent? Up!
Folly of summer, blaze high.
Strangers in a foreign land, stand.
Riddle, red. Dead? Inside? Pride!
Forever, eternally, always.
Chill month, outlander? Deeply.
Oracle, paint portraits in far stars. Read.
Blot out, eccentric mind. Oar? For? Lore...
O bleak ink ocean, splatter at will. Chill.
Weeping wolf, winter.
Nicker, mare, wicker, man, ichor. Box...
I don't want to spread bad news,
So I can't say who told me,
But So And So was seen downtown,
In most unsavory comp'ny.
It seems a shame that she can't see,
Her actions tell her story,
But you know me, I don't tote tales,
I just can't help but worry.
You should have seen her carry on,
Or so I'm told, of course.
I can't say for sure myself,
And can't reveal my source;
For that might cause them untold shame,
And throw bad light on me.
I wouldn't want the town to think,
That I'd drum up such folly.
But mark my word, sure as I'm born,
That girl will rue the day,
That she set out and marked her course,
Along the wayward way.
But I don't like to carry tales,
So see this goes no further.
Just pray for her and ask The Lord,
To bless her poor dear mother.
I agree it’s a flaw, to lack respect
For the usual silly proud words that match
Some symbolic achievement where I didn’t act
Didn’t bother to start “my way” from scratch
Wasn’t able to worry about learning curve
Didn’t listen to those dour faces drag
Took them maybe easier than they deserve
Never waved any bright or a bleached rag
I don’t have the required reserves of hypocrisy
Wouldn’t initiate any commences
Neither I stand for empire nor democracy
With folly defense at my own expenses
Call me a psycho gripped by indifference
Call me whatever you like but don’t kill
Deceased, I won’t add any sensual coherence
To the mess you alter thinking it’s your will.
Confused on world affairs
Hate flares
The thin line tears
Everyone is so tense
Makes no sense
I hate
Bad fate
But see it more of late
Because of race
Such a disgrace
People fighting on the street
With a gun you greet
Have a seat
Must believe as you
Everyone thinks only their words are true
Why do we fight
If everyone is right
We all should bow in grace
As the human race
Hate fighting hate
Much too late
Such is fate
Fire feeding fire
Grows forever higher
A cancer that is steadily growing
Already it is showing
Hate you brother
Love you start to smother
Believe in no other
What is going on today
With lives you play
Man kind starts to fall
Tear down this wall
Life starts to stall
Hate feeds hate
Much to late
Must stop this fight
It is not right
Humanity must see
The folly this be
No one is free
Everyone will loose
This is what you choose
War
Then some more
Close and lock that door
My heartbreaks
Humanities greatest mistakes
Darkest day
Coming our way
Nowhere to hide
Shifting of the tide
Hate starts to rule
It is a tool
Followed by the fool
Seems the norm on the news
Gives me the blues
.
I should think I do not need to dream anymore
For all my boyish dreaming has borne nothing,
I cannot carry out my motivating visions, so
I should quit having those fruitless hallucinations.
Once I dreamed that I would be a barrister
Someday after my troubled academic progress,
But I’m aging and still fighting flaws of character
That prevent my being anyone of note in this life.
Maybe I should live each godsend day as it comes
And peacefully forsake the folly of dreams that pay little,
To live like one without any definite dreams or terms
Till perhaps I get chocked by some delicious stuff someday.
I strictly will not dream of being anything in future
For I simply want to do cheap things that make me happy,
I forever want to be young and I just do not want to mature,
So that I can savor the thrills that entertain a juvenile heart.
Let the luckier breed continue to dream of a big brighter future,
I’ll only write sad poems and savor every passing moment’s pleasure.