Long Galling Poems
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Day 1
I sit to write in peaceful solitude,
while words of tranquil eloquence exude
visions of nature's beauty and soft light,
but it's not my muse which has taken flight.
A bastard housefly sails a curvy path,
as irritation grows to rage and wrath.
Essentially, the reason is because
this little jerk emits a galling buzz.
When I think the scumbag's finally stopped,
and I could hear it if a pin were dropped,
the excrement eating insect starts again,
an insidious attack upon my brain.
You would not think a creature who is this small
could find a way to bother me at all,
and yet he drives me completely daft and nuts,
until upon my window, I see his guts.
Day 2
Awaking from a frightful fever dream,
I hear a buzz, and choke down a helpless scream.
The window guts, a subconscious, wishful scene,
before I slept, I missed with the magazine.
One slight move, he's no longer stationary.
Have I misjudged this pint-size adversary?
His flight is like 3-D billiards in the halls,
bouncing off unseen, invisible walls.
Why has this beast chosen me to torment,
to lead me in my sanity's descent
to Hell, a place I would gladly send him
if my worthless Westways could only rend him.
Yet, I said, "fly to the screen door, for once,
and we'll both be free, you insectoid dunce".
A desperate jack o'lantern, I am hollow.
Everywhere I go, he seems to follow.
Perhaps, the little guy has something to say,
tracing the 3-D model of DNA.
Does he buzz the hundred thirty-seventh psalm?
Could it be that last week, I killed his mom?
Day 3
Hopefully, I think the fly's diminished,
and that soon this monster will be finished.
He seems to be flying slowly like he's drunk.
His decibel measure significantly shrunk.
He's fast and young, but he's aging faster,
giving me the better odds to plaster
him. Who will be victorious in the end?
On whose nerves are made of steel, it will depend.
Day 4
Dead on the floor, two haggard creatures lay.
In one's hand, "you're just like a summer's day".
Sadly, she felt happy all of the time.
Not a pinch of depression or anxiety
or any doubt, nor questioning
ever entered her life.
She was just happy.
Of course this pissed off the rest of us.
After 10 minutes in her company
our sociable smiles would fall apart.
Anger would arise in us like a vengeful dragon.
She was impossible to put up with for long.
It wasn't natural, it was galling
intolerable.
Kind?
She was very kind, helpful and ever so attentive,
always considerate; it drove us crazy.
She was relentlessly optimistic,
'empathy' was her middle name.
Did she know nothing about this sad, bad world?
Did she ever contemplate all the hate?
Was she just bonkers?
The best we could do is avoid her.
Keep her at arm's length,
pray for her simple soul, commiserate,
try to understand.
Each galling ache with steadied prayer dispel.
Let that bland hour bleak with chilling thought
Glow with indelible joys of a yet hoping heart,
And knit such merry smiles as cute angels got.
Hold onto that time-tested unswerving dream
That martyrs' sorrows will just retribution find,
That her sweat and blood and echoed scream,
Shall not unavenged in giddied labyrinths wind.
Often hit by a gloating stare and its acid taints,
Hum within a great carol by famed fallen saints.
In your mean travails attended with dizzying pains,
Trust the holy writ that man’s sorrowing soul trains.
Even as false signs dupe that relief roams far,
May your woe-stoutened faith persist unshorn.
If the only light offs into the lowest horizon-line,
Remember the darkest hour is closest to dawn.
Soon shall the mourning soul’s sobbings cease,
For deepest angst precedes profoundest peace.
Written: January 10, 2025
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The stillness separates us —
quivering quietly akin to the cusp of daybreak
when whispers wane —
it can be truly guttural and rugged ~
and dark and moving and galling
all at the same time
and only windows to the soul shine ~
mirrors manifesting mysteries omitted,
A panorama portrayed in pale pigments —
Fierce fervor forges fissures across our souls.
In corridors, of conflict, I carefully continue lonesome —
I can hear the clinking of the swords ~
and the low, guttural growl of commands
Furious flames flicker at my feet,
with searing scars simmering ~
silently beneath the surface —
fires that flicker and fiddle.
There are times when hope shines —
steadfast, akin to a beacon breaking
through misty midnight —
a whisper where whimseys wander
and warmth weaves ~
Even amid the echoes of vacuum,
raw life springs forth.
Augury quivers quietly
akin to quivering quills —
in autumn's crisp, cool currents ~
palms perspire, burdened by the weight
of bottled-up bitterness,
and heart races hammering ~
with a hurried heartbeat—
Syncopated sighs seeking sense.
But then, a halcyon discovery dawns—
a child's chuckle cascading
through time tapestry.
The first flower blooms after a frigid frost—
marking times when ~
zest vivaciously returns.
Thus, we find ourselves in this
delicate cobweb of emotions —
where heartfelt shades of hardship
and happiness harmoniously intertwined—
Each emotion is an earnest echo,
eagerly seeking expression.
13th jan 2012.
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
This poem is a wacky one…….
This new year I see that I have a bigger opportunity,
To be a part of the Bard community.
So I take this opportunity to pen a few lines that could be wacky,
But believe me I really do not mean to be tawdry, vulgar, cheap or tacky.
I want to stop biting my fingernails and not the ones on my toes,
As I have now discovered that there are some places unreachable in my nose.
I want to save all my monies, that otherwise is impossible,
So have to stop making calls from my cell phone and give as many missed calls as possible.
I want to save on detergent powder,
So will stop sniffing my socks before I put them on & refrain from cursing with stench alouder.
I want to stop peeving and galling my face book friends,
By not messaging them every now & then, but write about them on their walls & make amends.
I want to stop changing my profile picture 70 times a day,
And aim to keep the count to 10 times a day & admire myself anyway.
I want to stop replying to text messages,
With k, lol, lmao & try to make usage lesages.
And finally I want to brush my teeth every day,
But please excuse Sunday from everyday, in a well mannered way.
When subtle serpent came to Eve
she did not Satan’s scheme perceive.
His lying words she did believe
her holy heart he did deceive.
From the forbidden tree she ate
and gave its fruit to her soulmate.
Like foolish fish he took the bait
sealing for ages mankind’s fate.
On wings of wind that gently blew
God’s words like Cupid’s arrows flew
to hearts that did not move on cue
for sin had bent them out of skew.
When God said, “Adam, where are you?”
He knew Satan had scored a coup.
“All things are open to the view,
of him with whom we have to do.”
God knew where the pair were hiding
His searching was not for chiding
but for gentle parent guiding
back to place of safe abiding.
Instead of admitting his sin
Adam on Eve the blame did pin.
“The woman you gave me for kin,”
God, she it was who made me sin.
From our life-source we are severed
possessed by sin, in spirit dead.
“Where are you” is not your address
it is the state in which you live.
Do you hear your maker calling?
Come to me, now, stop your stalling
yes, the sting of sin is galling
let me end your beastly bawling.
I have a plan with sin to deal
the death of Christ my plan reveal.
Accept my son and seal the deal
let me your sick soul soothe and heal.
An eaglet raised with barnyard birds
will never soar to towering heights.
Though armed with wings designed for flight
It will never reach soaring height.
Thoughts are like wings designed to soar
They’re active every waking blink.
But how you choose to use your wings
can help you cope with what life brings.
So many souls are trapped by thoughts
Of worthlessness and “Never will.”
The hurtful words that they were told
like prison bars, their thoughts still hold.
Sad thoughts trap those who are depressed,
these thoughts like weights, press on their chest.
Dark thoughts like clouds hanging so low,
seem bent on snuffing out life’s glow.
Self-centered thoughts ensnare the vain
and bind them with a galling chain.
These selfish thoughts leave ugly scars
and traps the soul within their bars.
When men with minds greedy for gain
and thoughts of wealth possess their brain,
many do things that are insane
to satisfy their thirst for gain.
If you do not control your thoughts
they will one day bind you with knots.
Let noble thoughts your mind adore
and they will make your spirit soar.
A rising young starlet, the toast of the chase
Hollywood abuzz over each toss of her lace...
Now her fingers and lips visibly quiver
As she sits in hospice and ceaselessly shivers
The surgeon to the stars, from opera to ballet
He resurrected voices, pirouettes and even pli'es...
His grip now unsteady, his voice a bare whisper
Proud knife now exchanged for untrimmed whiskers
Skates flashing silver, over ice did she flow
A portrait of grace from her head to her toe...
Now she wobbles when walking, fearful of falling
Her elegance vanished, the sight of her galling
May youth not go a-glimmering, may it not die young
Preserve it with the power of the pen's mighty tongue
The strongest den, most beautiful place, unbreakable bond s and each others strength.
Beautiful memories wrapped and treasured.
Yes, family is the most beautiful gift one can ever get.
If we pay little attention, if we do our bit,
Those little flaws and creeks can be easily fixed.
Refurbishing isn't all that difficult!
All we need is sincere unbiased maturity.
Love creates happy families and happy families are always contented. Contentment creates happy surrounding...... A happy world!!
A sweet little family.
Parents and their chicklings.
Every nook and corner enjoyed their chuckling.
Happiness kept the house twinkling.
Understanding and love enthralling.
Their bond, strong and Sterling.
Knotted together like a wind chime, always jingling.
Siblings grew up and family started expanding.
Why love and faith started shrivelling?
Why their bond started ravelling?
Why each others presence became galling?
Why it's nothing more than gaioling?
Parents started shattering.
They had invested their life in knitting and bejewelling.
Their cubs had started fighting and rebelling!
None had the courage of analysing and addressing.
Strongly entwined, then why this disentangling!
New members take time in adjusting and accepting.
Why siblings lose their understanding?
Relations do not deserve fraying.
Rekindle, start sewing!
Family is a place where every one is happy, contented and smiling.
Some people found it quite galling when chicken little warned that the sky was falling. Was our government truly unaware, like goldilocks as she entered the home of the bears? The U.S. is now in the pandemic's throes, oh where is our "king's" pinnochio nose? Citizens now afraid to leave their homes, like Rapunzel in her tower, isolated, alone. While our president waffles pretending to be tough, acting like a troll in billy goat's gruff. Now widespread unemployment and famine in our land. The federal government seems to lack a viable plan.
In the three little pigs, as I recall, one piglet built his home of mostly straw. The wolf came and blew it down, leaving nothing at all. Another piglet worked hard, not seeking a "quick fix" and built his home of sturdy bricks. No matter how forcefully the wolf blew and tried, his home remained intact with this piglet inside.
I don't recall reading in the preamble that American lives should be a gamble? How many more will die, clearly nobody knows but one things for certain, our emperor has no clothes!!