Long Forlornness Poems

Jesus was love’s adorned forlornness package, exact and packed
But heaven’s fallopian in some, still remains unopened
For most a door of the hoping, rather than an opening
Formerly sealed by mind’s zeal, a veil, over love’s sacred...

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By the early years of that ancient decade, the 70's,
I'd tired of my obstreperous tomboyish games: 
kickball with the neighbor kids, sledding in the winter, 
desecrating the peacefulness of our street's grave yard 
with our...

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Admirable Almights all I ask appreciatively allow me to attain, 
be beyond bourgeois breeding ballads for the brain. 
Create colloquialisms that cast competently into chimeras, 
directing dramatists with doubtful determinations to 
delightful dactylic discriptions. 
Edible...

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Written: October 05, 2023
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Where the paradisiacal angels reside.
A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide
A dinkum dissolute and a discreet divine,
A degree of dexterity, a denizen decline

Amidst the mahatmas and zeitgeist calls,
An indweller quests for lyricism...

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A Palace of Aloneness.

This palace of aloneness is not my home. 
It's bricks know only the time of run-off bygones.
Transition past it's thousand entrances 
Impaired with creeping ivy 
Into it's stately communion hall
For the dead...

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“The rays of setting sun design the unframed dreams 
in life’s kaleidoscopic snapshot.” – by Poet


The revolving wheel of the ceaseless time 
rotates the contrived kaleidoscope of life, 
the riveting patterns change persistently 
in the...

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I turn my head, and there she is once more
in her disheveled, worn, and tattered dress,
one pew behind me near the exit door-
she sits head bowed- an image of distress.

Two weeks now on a Sunday,...

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I fell for her in nineteen sixty nine,
When we commenced our journey of love
Along the twilit path of innocence;
My zeal was unaware of the reality
That the woman I loved wasn't mine.

I stopped our ride near...

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We are children of the central sun, 
secular seclusiveness becoming none…
Fallen angels in a spiritual spun,
pious partitions of a secretive stun.

Sceptical segregational spores, 
seductresses serving as hellion whores…
Innocence infuses pathosis pores, 
derelict distemper the syndrome...

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Written: October 09, 2023
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There are no blooms to snuggle in the twilight
No promise that it will ever reach the zenith.
Either the sky is clear or a cyclone is brewing
Unpredictable, akin to the whims of fate.

Life...

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As I roamed into the steakhouse,
I spotted him slashing steak.
He looked up with his dispirited stare,
His despair coherent to me.
He summon me to take a chair,
He had a anecdote to unfold, 
About the day his...

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His oars (mind, arms, and legs)
were insufficient as propellers to earn a living.
In the underground´s nasty passageway;
or was in his life´s nasty passageway?
Anyway! There, he, like an imbecile, sat,
another torn mendicant, holding up his hand...

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paradoxically my forlornness
          profound
aggravation runs  high gear 
          can't drown

thrash around 
then toss back 
 ...

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I woke up this morning
with the skirmishes of dry land and earth
A glance through my window
and I saw the clouds uniting their crack.

The morning seemed like the late evening
with splashes of lights cutting across the...

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A MAGICAL MOMENT (Satis Shroff)



The North Sea grey-green in the from afar,

Gets frothy as the waves approach the shore.

The splendor of colored clouds covering the immense sky.

It's inspired fear to mortals,

It's a revelation to those...

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Dear diary!
One who bears the brunt of my adversity,
And my misery, you condone with affability.
There and back to make an affix,
Of an apparently gifted anomalies.

Night so long and yet so short
Threatening with its dreadful silence...

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In the desolate domain of eerie milieu 
under the ebony opaque sky, 
on the murky hideous landscape 
the nocturnal creatures prowl and try
to stalk those who can’t see 
the nightriders slither in the sly 
from...

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	Afghanistan’s People
	
	The Eyes Tell It
	Written: by Tom Wright
	1/7/02
	
	Eyes that search for help,
	but relief they seldom see.
	Eyes that cannot weep,
	for tears long dried are not to be.
	
	Eyes that are frequently betraying,
	the forlornness of a hopeless life.
	Eyes...

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Waltzing around carelessly, trampling through the golden daisies, oblivious to the coiled up snakes, violently hissing.Blindly shadowing a group of prepossessing wolves, with their lustrous coats gleaming a snowy white. Sashaying along a busy highway,...

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Afghanistan’s People
The Eyes Tell It
By: Tom Wright
1/7/02

Eyes that search for help
But relief they seldom see,
Eyes that cannot again weep, 
For tears, long dried are not to be.
Eyes that are quickly betraying 
The forlornness of a...

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A lonely figure twirls itself, concealed
by blades of wheat as clouds float through the sky.
The form, a boy, looks up from golden field
and sees the clouds as wedges of cream pie.

He hides despair as if...

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(The poem is based on The Short Story of O Henry " The Last Leaf". I was reminded of it while I saw a last leaf in the winter of 2011 while living at Concord,...

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At winter’s end, sweet hope begins

to swell until it fills the earth.

Forlornness fades; renewal wins

at winter’s end! Sweet hope begins 

as sun looks down at us and grins. 

To scatter seeds that blossom mirth

at winter's...

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As the night falls from interstices of burning clouds, lumbering through the broad sky like grazing herds of sheep
There comes a great forlornness through the deep forests of Zambia.
Land marked by Withered Tallowwood branches, that...

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