Long Lament Poems
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The Essential
A dove sits on the window ledge
telling me of the lack of crumbs asks me for help
to open up the pavement cafes.
There is so much need, like in Yemen, the nice
actor has been telling us about, and Iraq it has
an enormous camp of the offspring and the wives
of what the ISIS, left behind to starve.
No country wants them; the flotsam can have hate
In their hearts, we have enough trouble as it is.
An orange falls from its tree and rots,
we are a world of plenty, and many go hungry.
My words of lament feed no one, but I will take
note of what you said and turn my back
look at a blank screen and thinks of breakfast.
Moonlight will reign when twilight fades
Skies darken and starlight cascades
The world is poised, ready for sleep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Tides continue to ebb and flow
Grief chills my life like Winter snow
Tears borne on waves into the deep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Nights are long as I lie abed
Memories of us fill my head
Time moves slowly, seeming to creep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
In restlessness, I toss and turn
For what I have lost, I still yearn
From love we've sown, I cannot reap
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
Muted in lament are my sighs
So no one hears my mournful cries
I pray to God, "My soul to keep"
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
As dawn appears in morning light
I'm thankful for passage of night
Across my room, sunlight will sweep
While my heart aches, and my eyes weep
While I waltzed at the Ball
A little voice I heard
Go ask the Crystal Ball
It said, to have your future heard!
I left the dancing knight in doom in the playroom
Opened the door of the secret room
And verily inquired of the Future
If it will come with Defeature!
No, laughed the Happy Ball
You will not remain a Fallen Soul
You will be saved by your mate in Soul
All you need to do is to give him a Call
And tell him how miserable you are without his Enthrall
And how you will give your Catcall
To lament at Nightfall
If He is not here to stop your Fall
Smile, cried the joyful Ball
Your miserable state will be in Stall
For you shall Rise, along with the Sunrise
Together with your mate, whom you Idolise
Both of you will be Symbolised
Sing, whispered the overwhelmed Ball
For the Heavens will be singing words of Praise
At your mate's love for your Gaze
Your abandon in your Maze
That which you chose in a moment of Craze
So blind were you to be love of your Mate
Will be remembered as late
Dance, asserted the ecstatic Ball
For the Future is coming at the Birdcall
Your Mate cannot be without your caring Call
And neither can You be without his Recall.
Oh I am Impatient,
Without your Love, I am Deficient
I am still in Learning
To be Abiding,
Please forgive my Caprice
For I become heartbroken without your Edifice
In his time of deepest gloom
Job wished he’d gone from womb to tomb.
Please let me die was his lament
when in pain, he started to vent.
Oh, how I wish that I could die
In agony, poor Job did cry.
Our lives, bordered by birth and death
with troubles filled, till final breath.
Whether three score, or four they be,
the time assigned to me and thee,
they’re so much like a tale that’s told
We’re scarcely born ere we are old.
The dash between the womb and tomb
is like flowers in blushing bloom.
In the morning and through the day,
what wondrous beauty they display.
Then, as the sun sets in the sky,
they wilt and fade, and then they die.
Teach us, O Lord, to count our days,
and to please you in all our ways.
May our lives, like the sun, bless,
those we encounter in the press,
and may our days, all pleasing be,
as fragrant offerings to Thee.
It feels like the ship’s half mast
Mystery as history’s been recast
The last ghost of Christmas past
Impropriety savaging our society
Notoriety ravaging the entirety
Fake tyrants make migrants an outcast
Primal survival and tribal bible revival
Mormon iconoclasts in Gormenghast
The nub of pub hubbub have a blast
Cloned then dethroned closing fast
Snub our community hub flabbergast
Crowds roared as bands toured
New names explored heaven sent
Adored venues & events floored
Ignored by deplored property fraud
Hysterical dissent & lyrical lament
Landlord hell bent the rent soared
Even cricket’s oldest format now old hat
Temper at T20’s emperors new clothes
Every game the same just tit & more tat
But treasure troves as in roves the droves
Milk or silk for the ilk of that fat cat twa*
Farce of the hospo carcass hospitalised
Reign of the chain stops Mom & Pop shops
Locavore lair despair flair heirs marmalised
Flops grandstanding bland branding pops
Deranged how we are now so estranged
No one mops up the slops Laptops drop
Changed so fast for many trumpets blast
Hark back to the rose tinted halcyon past
As smart phones are overcome by dumb
Aghast say goodbye to the whole AI lie
The forecast for the future well overcast
Last post of the host & ghost of the past
Have you ever woken one morning
with an anxious and troubled heart?
When life makes the soul stagger and stumble
and you ache your strayed soul to summon,
Fierce though your flesh be pleading
It hurts your heart and muddles your mind
and you entertain a thousand diverse thoughts
craving nothing but to lament and mourn
coveting no companion but sorrow
nor no harmony but oh, repentance.
You are perplexed with a doubtful dilemma
that has you driven into a quandary;
You sit down in sorrow and cease to love
It behooves you then to try how not to despair.
In the long way that you must then tread alone,
Go find a kindred soul
who assays to drag you out from your deepest lair
and lights your way in which you grope,
Who unravels the very truth of your troubled thoughts,
Who lets you not weave the web of woes
lest you wander in this endless labyrinth,
Who laughs for your joy and weeps for your woe
and prays the gods thou mayest fare well,
Who helps sort your ruffled affairs
so your mind is then fraught with dandy delight.
~11/16/2017
~Favorite Free Verse of Oct. / Nov. 2017 contest
by Julia Ward
The carriage with Mr. Mihai Eminescu glides silently, unseen,
Through the whispers of Iashi's stones, wrapped in its own mystery.
How long and tiring is the journey through boundless realms,
Emerging from the shadow of the past, with old, untouched stories.
What secrets are hidden among the stars, in shining constellations?
What mysteries sparkle in the vast cosmic night, trembling?
From the parental home does the poet return?
Or from the embrace of dusk, towards the living in sighs?
On the dry cobblestones, the rhythm of horseshoes sings,
A strange lament that the night echoes:
The carriage with Mr. Eminescu, grand and silent,
Traverses spiritual Iashi, where his memory is recognized.
Some are born; others pass towards sunsets,
Under the sighing acacias, with a heart full of longing.
The linden trees weep silently when shadows grow denser,
In the mystical night, where memories blend naturally.
Fear grasps my soul at the edge of reality's veil,
When the carriage with Mr. Eminescu begins its nocturnal round in Iashi.
It moves always, ethereal on its course,
With spectral horses gliding on streets of mist and smoke.
As long as the soil of Romania is kissed by the light of dawn,
The carriage with the poet Mihai Eminescu will traverse the night in its eternal stroll.
In the sacred chronicles of a silent and eternal march,
We must be prepared to welcome him in this spiritual ark.
Even if our hearts are overwhelmed by a sad thought,
Knowing that celestial carriage casts an endless spell:
For the carriage with Mr. Eminescu, will be floating through Iashi,
Never stopping, in an eternal dance under the shining moon.
Eminescu, stay among us, poet, please stay a while longer,
For by illuminating us, you will always watch over us in a darkened world.
In the moonlit corridors of human thought, the carriage rises:
With linden flowers and secrets, through the evening shadows, it ventures towards destiny.
A metaphorical journey, through realms of astral truth,
Eminescu's dreams whispering on the winds, continuing forever.
Baby teeth, two of them
loosening in her mouth force me to tears.
How under prepared for the coming of age
that will devour the entire night
in a prayer to a god not visited
since who knows when?
A complication all along
by the strangest of men who
somehow believes himself
impossibly responsible, sneaking in letters
sans a return address…
No way to respond.
If one night she finds her good nature abused
for the unfathomable, seems
one of us might feel that terror again.
The most selfish of bearers reckons that
loss bites bone deep. Devours.
Such little bones –
how heavy.
October 17 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Acts 8-9
Key Verse – Acts 8:10 To whom they all gave heed, from the least to the greatest, saying, This man is the great power of God.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY GREAT AND POWERFUL CHRIST
Lord God, You are my great and powerful Christ,
always working beyond my incapacity
Thank You for healing me of my sin-caused infirmity
Truly extricating me from bewitching worldliness-vanity
Indeed beholding me with Your loving security.
Lord God, You are my great and powerful Christ,
always responding beyond my prayerfulness
Thank You for prodding me to do well with Your gracious steadfastness
Truly convicting me to repent of my unrighteousness
Indeed pardoning me with Your forgiving zealousness.
Lord God, You are my great and powerful Christ,
always granting beyond my desire
Thank You for declaring to me through the Scripture what You require
Truly moving me to believe You along Your revival fire
Indeed making me rejoice in Your bliss that does not retire.
Lord God, You are my great and powerful Christ,
always rescuing beyond my threatened situation
Thank You for accompanying me in my spiritual journey along Your direction
Truly leading me through Your divine vision
Indeed showing me Your goodness with Your compassion.
Lord God, You are my great and powerful Christ,
always upholding beyond my strengthened might
Thank You for proving to me Your amazing and confounding light
Truly watching me by Your counsels so right
Indeed taking me away from harm by Your protecting sight.
Lord God, You are my great and powerful Christ,
always cheering beyond my fear
Thank You for comforting me as to Your heart You draw me near
Truly making me whole against iniquity-affliction’s tear
Indeed enclosing me around Your care I hold so dear.
Lord God, You are my great and powerful Christ,
always comforting beyond my grievous weeping
Thank You for consoling me in my frustration-groping
Truly lifting me up when I lament, miserably coping while hoping
Indeed supplying me with Your blessings that are heaping.
October 17, 2023
Featured as Poetry Soup Poem of the Week, October 22-28, 2023
NB This is not a literal translation of the famous choir "Va Pensiero" from the Nabbucco, but just what I felt as when many, many years ago I was in a choir and sang this lovely aria.
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Listen to our pitiful pleas, Oh Almighty God.
Let them be heard from every mountain and vale.
Let my prayers ascend to Heaven above
That we may one day cross the Jordan
And return to our promised land,
A place of milk and honey and fragrance
Dispersed throughout our sweet native land.
We acknowledge our sinful nature, Lord.
We dared adore other pagan gold and stony idols,
And left you so far away from our laws.
We lament our sins and accept our punishment.
Slavery in pagan Babylon, condemned
To death and other painful beatings.
Yet, if we are not to be allowed to go back to Zion,
At least Almighty God, teach us to endure our sufferings.