Long Gloominess Poems
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What was my reason
for being a loner,
for giving up on dreams
and for ceasing to exist?
There was eagerness
when youth began,
there's was no absence of cheer,
all was quite perfect!
Unexpectedly, hope grew with time
and I regained the tremendous loss of confidence,
and rejected the bitterness that I brought on myself;
being sad isolated me from others who knew
why did he choose loneliness and distance...
and stole glances of ownness from people without a clue?
Why he never understood that reality could have brought him low,
compelling him to deny his existence and be called a deriding elf?
And through his denial, all brightness was reduced to a glow!
What was my reason
for being a loner,
having no will to step outside,
but hide in a dungeon
without drifting air?
Was gloominess a wish...
something to chide,
or perpetual anguish?
I've lived the longest life and wondered
if death was a relief or punishment on our mortal kind;
and losing senses with an expiring breath meant
be no longer part of the living striding across the earth,
but entering a dimension where the body that became dust
couldn't transcend the naive perception that
immortality was not earned by cunning and stealth...
only the one who was able to discern it got this reward!
Underworld, of changelings,
where shadows loom,
There lies a world, vitrified, consumed,
Its surface hardened, a relic of alchelimes,
a testament to sorrow, frozen in language
warning signs.
Once a haven of life, brimming with dreams,
now encased in glass, a tragic plightstoscene.
Whispers of laughter, now silenced,
veiled by the icy grip,
by memories assailed upon it's sardonic lips
North, stood a river, flowing,
purely succumbing to the liquid cascade of dreams.
Now stands a monument,
empty and obscure,
a sewage treatment plant of fear
and conspiracy, not theory,
but excremeofsupremacy
of Triremes of war eclipsing peace and prosperity.
A mosaic of black emotion, punishment's devotions.
Change resides in this vitrified tomb,
like fangled shards
of black mirror cutting Bards and Poets in handling, reflecting from corpused firmament womb, harpypsychords in accord with gloominess
and despair
etched on its face,
Obsidian tears.
The competing vision of the North-
sees a great Western deluge. A revival of the Sisterlings and the Brotherly.
Beasts roam like children in caravans
to witness mankind,
to pay homage for eyes opened,
having seen for the first time,
how things are meant to be, sublime.
Form:
“Blessed be the LORD God, the God of Israel, who only doeth wondrous things.” Psalms 72:18 of the King James Bible
Wondrous prayer moments are God’s great gift
propelling my heart for triumphant lift
with welcoming peace of divine leisure…
toward task-fulfillment midst time so swift
Finding wondrous joy in simple pleasure
like my child’s mirth that money can’t measure
prospers me with wellness and health-delight…
bringing sweet cheers marked by caring treasure.
Staying jubilant is my wondrous plight
trusting the Lord against gloominess’ blight
conquering selfishness and rudeness-clout…
such is daily goal for spiritual might.
Worshipping with wondrous gratitude shout
my vibrant faith in Christ overcomes doubt
even when guilt attacks to create rift…
still I worship, vanquishing haughty pout.
2nd place, "W Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 8/15/2023
Extolling rebirth, dreams pristine cajole,
Resurgence to tranquility of frozen knoll,
Longing verdant-realms to enliven its soul
Where wintry-decay exacted dreary toll.
When warmth glistens avid golden rays
Glinting gloominess of parched malaise,
Hope rejuvenates where prairies blaze
Reviving aspirations of despaired days.
Blossoming reveries of season restore
Winsome buzz of sprouting meadows,
Adorning nature-abloom brought to fore
Repristinating terrains withered in throes.
Chasing blue seas, buoyant rivers flow,
As dormant ambitions thaw glacial woe
And glances shimmer from smiles aglow
Lauding daffodils budding through snow.
When horizons fuchsia glimmer dawn,
Days sparkle vigor, affirming dull is gone,
And season’s revelry propagates again
Where flexing ebullience butterflies reign.
March 18, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Surrounded by silence and draped with a linen sheet,
to keep dust from your natural sheen,
and protect you from direct sunlight;
not from the loneliness and gloominess of your night...
How thrilling and gratifying was to hear
the gleeful or moody notes,
when these careful fingers
played an octave: either lower or higher!
Never abandoned for a long period,
always tuned-up, free of dust and ready for play;
a companion that loved being spoiled,
by letting me improvise the melody of the day...
Let me see myself in virtual reality, stately and taut,
sitting in my stylish pose, and hit the keyboard,
transcribing a musical comedy by sharp memory
as the chords make up my distinct harmony...
Be dormant no more, come alive and rejuvenate your tones:
as the spirit that inspires the mood of your melodies; bring back
all the tenors and sopranos to this forgotten stage so dark,
and let them sing the arias they choose within the range of their keys....
Written: September 26, 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 39 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
“However authentic the feelings of love, the dalliance was only ever meant to be a beautiful fiction” - Esther Perel.
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Dot dabbles during dangerous dalliance
As souls are enticed by seductive affiance.
A narrative about forbidden temptation.
Shine smolders sway—a sensuous sensation.
A cynosure silver shimmer under the moon.
Flickers of fantastical fantasy foster flow foon.
Two spirits intertwined in a pointless game.
They are fettered by—an overwhelming tame
A vortex of enthusiasm is sparked at first sight.
They can't defy the diaphanous magnetic excite.
Akin to how moths are lured to a perilous flame.
Prance frolicking on the cusp of a lethal game.
Dalliance, desire, ecstasy, and temptation.
For flirtation as feuds on frame of foundation.
Consider consequences and clashes with zeal.
And yet—the flames are often fanned by feel
In the gloominess, they sneak a sparkling touch.
Nimble hearts are trapped in a harmful slouch.
Bootlegged, beleaguered blaze both breaths.
As they succumb to love's intoxicating depth.
Demure whispers of wariness swirl in the air.
But elixir zeal evolves with each stolen stare.
They cognize the danger—the risk they convey,
Yet they cannot resist the love they display.
Emollient hearts hid, akin to vines in the night.
Igniting an afire that smolders ever so bright
Their bodies entwined—they pranced in the gloom.
Strayed sprightliness that swaddles to assume
Realizing sequels and the agony they trigger
But they cannot outlast this forbidden rigor.
They breathe on the edge—with hearts ablaze.
In a world where forbidden temptation plays
But time is a lousy tutor—it can't be denied.
And soon their dalliance will no longer hide.
The world will decry their ephemeral affair.
And their felicity will be furtive, beyond repair.
Tomorrow's sunrise isn't far,
a new emotion of excitement
will help me find a quite harbor
where darkness has less might.
By night, I'll challenge gloominess;
by day, I'll see everything clearer...
when the brightness of the sun rays
restarts a life that was captured by fear.
I won't forget how horrible it felt
living through the eerie twilight
setting on the hibiscus and willows,
unable to soundly sleep and finally rest;
has anyone shivered and cursed shadows?
Tomorrow's sunrise isn't far
and what gleams in those waves
that seems more unpredictable than danger
is the anticipation of this realistic doer,
and the awareness to be alerted by sounds.
Neither storm nor high tides
have the power to make me fret and start shivering,
it's peaceful and mysteriously intriguing;
how delightful and thrilling can be the company of stars!
Tomorrow's sunrise isn't far,
is anyone awaiting the splendor to come and blind?
Is plentiful of rest good for the edgy mind,
for the uneasy spirit that seeks a calm night
as long as aloneness is a cure for restlessness?
And as you begin to fall asleep and wander
through dreams, a dream of beautiful images...
will make you smile and restore a steady heartbeat!
Numbness prevails over me,
Masking me… sending me pangs of suppression
Deadness tears its way inside of me,
Consuming me… devouring me with yanks of oppression
Darkness frowns upon me,
Dragging me down…sending me scraps of sadness
Gloominess molds me inside and out,
Chasing after me…surrendering to my wretchedness
Shadiness lurks above me and it wildly swarms,
Murdering me…scarring me with my unbroken misery
Murkiness blankets over us like troubled storms,
Shaking us up…bribing me with heaps of boundless fury
Edginess overrides me like a wraithlike form,
Misleading me…sneering at my failures and agony
Blurriness absorbs in this uncanny terrain…no sign of storm
Still, I’m withering into sand, grinding into shards of tragedy
In my blooming brokenness,
I seek for a
clue of something meaningful,
but what if nothing of velvety value
ever lies within material items,
frozen in trembling time,
soaked in raining blood roses,
yet holds memories inscribed~
with blushing beams of blueberry glows,
drifting above hushed hills
sitting in the hollow hallways
in hallowed motionlessness.
Is it ironic that a golden mirror
emanates reflections
of more than just my
bronze silhouette?
It weighs heavy with seething secrets,
lost between changing seasons
and deranged emotions,
resigned in rhythmic requiems
of restrained freedom.
I remember the suppressed
sagas of silvery glass,
that stretched beyond my watery iris,
written with russet skin of fallen feathers...
and I whisper to the vermilion wallflowers
within my burgundy room,
of how I found the magical mirror
to my aching soul,
in a retail store, illuminated
by medieval chandeliers,
hanging in Victorian gloominess.
I used to sculpt crystalline chronicles
along the caramel-tinted frames,
that have seen stars of summer fade
into fragile springs,
while autumn arrived,
knocking on my conscience,
to cloak me in sparkling
champagne warmth.
But time is a relentless reminder
of how the garnet moon wanes,
and constellations of
glistening truth crack.
Now the mirror that heard
the unsung songs
beneath my marigold lipstick,
is reluctant to see the unspoken wounds,
leaving me stranded
in an accidental battle
with rhyme-less words,
for all that remains, untamed,
are hopelessly claimed strings
of familiar, once-upon-a-fairytales...
So it refracts, stands, unbothered,
like a forgotten ornament
left under a broken tree,
with weeping leaves and tainted twigs,
without a companion~
wrapped as a pleasant present
ribboned with riddles
of a weathered d r e a m …..
I have no desire to mindlessly
objectify an abandoned object
with mosaic metaphors…
A hot and humid day floats merrily on the seas
As tiny bikinis amble in sandy footprints
And frolic in the motives of soft ocean breeze
Building sand-castle dreams with playful hints
Hazy hues occupy the environs of a blue sky
As pouring rains flood the tapestry on the arc
When hurriedly blue herons lift-up and fly
Escaping before the flash of a thunderous spark
In a floral garden tempt lavender intimations
Where nearing their beehives honeybees swarm
Skipping the ambiance of fiery red carnations
Subdued by sudden outburst of a fleeting storm
Above the horizon now rainbow colors sprout
Glorifying the moodiness of this season's reign--
Gloominess takes its place when sun opts out
As sunshine comes and goes, and so does the rain
The long day cedes to evening, buzzing in the park
And there by the sidewalks pink rose-blooms sway
Charmed by the bird songs in mating calls of lark
As sunset paints ruby tinges upon a golden display
May 12, 2019
HM: Your choice contest by Brian Strand