Long Lamenting Poems
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With sadness and a deeply furrowed brow
I am apalled at the hate and wonder how
this world will somehow manage to survive
while bigotry and enmity eats humans alive
Lines are drawn between black and white
by those with penchants to bicker and fight
Words fly like feathers plucked over a nest
Blood seeps through the wounds in my chest
Humanity has fallen from grace and gone mad
Dark visions are of sorrow, my thoughts unclad
I've been stripped bare, left moaning deep sighs
Tears held in check behind my lamenting eyes
If you think you are innocent, you have no clue
You continue to accuse others until you turn blue
Point those scornful fingers at your sneering faces
Where anger and bitterness have left ugly traces
Earth is my sinful child but don't call me "mother"
Your wickedness and abuse causes me to smother
I pray with each mournful beat of my woeful heart
Seek the truth before you tear this sad world apart
Setting: As curtain opens, siblings are glued to the facebook page
flooded with congratulatory messages for the children’s ensemble
under their mentorship.
Characters:
Martina – Voice coach, 30 years old
Martha-choir conductress, 28 years old
Dialogue:
Martina: Congrats, Sis; we are blest
to see these kids do their best.
Martha: Yes, I’m thankful for good reviews
surpassing fake news.
Martina: Indeed, the children radiate joyous glow
singing well with their might, not just for a show.
Martha: I delight witnessing them in their confident poise
while enthralled by their united voice midst vexing noise.
Martina: That’s why I prefer mentoring to young ones,
since they are more teachable than those who were young once.
Martha: You’re right. Children accept costumes with cheer
while adults compare what they wear against their peer.
Martina: What matters most is we optimize our singing venture
as we pray and trust God to bless our training stature.
Martha: Sure, we thank the Lord for our parents’ legacy
to fulfill tasks with excellence by His gracious sufficiency.
Epilogue: (Together, they sing their piece
to the tune of “Doe a deer a female deer…”)
Do what’s right, though faced with blight
Ready to soar along faith-flight
Me and you must see what’s bright
Following God’s guiding light
So we can work midst delight
Lamenting not for our fright
Till we reach triumphant* height
That inspires us to do more.
Curtains close.
*2 Corinthians 2:14 Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ, and maketh manifest the savour of his knowledge by us in every place.
Poem employing couplet and monorhyme
June 4, 2024
10th place, "Curtains" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Suzette Richards; judged on 6/5/2024
I lay in my bed dreaming fighting with the darkness,
Like a serpent the memories come creeping;
The voices of the dead are so loud.
The past encompasses me like a thick blanket,
I am trying so hard to push the pain away;
The cemetery gate is opening wide.
There is a hush in the rows of tombs and tombs,
The voices of the dead are whispering;
Finally I cannot resist any longer.
I am falling into a dark void and I wander lost,
Tossing and turning murmuring names in my sleep;
The tomb is wrapped in fog and vines.
Standing before the cold engraved words in stone,
I fall to my knees weeping and lamenting;
In the dark purple cloudless night.
___________________________
Repost from August 16, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Voices Of The Dead
Copyright Protected, 08-656-046 16
All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Received and NA in a 2013 contest
Entered into the Standard contest, Screwed, 2015
sponsor, Rob Carmack, Judged 2015
Eighth place
August 2 Heart for God Bible Meditations Based on Isaiah 23-27
Key Verse – Isaiah 23:9 The LORD of hosts hath purposed it, to stain the pride of all glory, and to bring into contempt all the honourable of the earth.
HEART THAT SUBMITS TO THE LORD AND HIS PURPOSE
Our heart submits to the Lord and His purpose toward our restoration
For our soul-health’s fortification
To withstand debilitating condition
In facing challenging opposition.
Our heart submits to the Lord and His purpose toward our cleansing
For our sin-wounds’ dressing
To flee from attacking transgressing
In overcoming devouring evil’s oppressing.
Our heart submits to the Lord and His purpose toward our holiness
For our iniquity-bruises’ cure-fullness
To conquer alluring temptation-heaviness
In abiding within His transforming righteousness.
Our heart submits to the Lord and His purpose toward our encouragement
For our faith-wellness’ empowerment
To win against frustrating engagement
In accepting correcting chastisement.
Our heart submits to the Lord and His purpose toward our comfort
For our sorrow-travail’s gladness-resort
To fight vexing mourning retort
In moving on against lamenting report.
Our heart submits to the Lord and His purpose toward our care
For our heart-mirth’s welfare
To enjoy satisfying compassion-share
In fulfilling marching mandate-dare.
Our heart submits to the Lord and His purpose toward our peace-sufficiency
For our spirit-revival’s fervency
To serve with upholding stewardship-efficiency
In continuing with His abounding mercy.
August 2, 2026
Rife are grievous echoes lamenting worldwide
From widespread disgust clamoring weary sigh,
Perturbed in lonesomeness, bawling in dark,
Clasped beneath shroud of tenebrous clouds,
Rendering world aghast in grip of distraught.
Battlefield is raging, tearing apart humanity,
Women and children are dying of atrocities
From bombs and missiles fired indiscriminately
Destroying buildings, annihilating normalcy,
As lives scatter, fleeing death and uncertainty.
Fueled by anger, pent-up distress is brewing,
Helplessness is stirring, caught in pandemic,
Lives once dynamic are static, unengaging;
Minds are bewildered, hearts are agitating,
Feelings, once solemn, have now turned eerie.
Oceans are heating, hurricanes are churning,
The Alps are melting, yet the rivers are drying,
Cities are flooding, neighborhoods are drowning,
In uncontrolled infernos forests are burning,
Unfathomable climate is plaguing farm yields.
Gales stirring extremes roil storms of suffering,
Lava churning desperation is boiling, bubbling,
Ready to erupt violently spewing angst volcanic,
Challenging fate openly, tired of venting silently,
Foretelling of warning: a blow-up is simmering.
November 4, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Tile chosen: Tinderbox
UNWRITTEN ABSENCE
Reminiscing bygone golden days
spent once when our amour danced in glamour,
two wobbling hearts tensely entwined.
Now we are out of touch staying far apart.
Your pearly pulses rhythmic in cadence
searching for my unwritten absence.
Morose memories haunting over lost love
Those precious remembrances with whom to share !
Now each moment to ruminate glorious past !
But we are far away from each other !
Yet eternal bond was established between us.
Me still carrying firm confidence :
You are lamenting over my unwritten absence
expecting my sudden appearance.
Murmuring Zephyr caressing me !
Same tender breeze might brush your soft lips.
We are far away staying apart.
Even no rare chances to meet each other.
Immense love preserved as treasures,
impossible to measure !
Confined in fathomless depth not to reach ! Hence !
While dreaming of my unwritten absence
I know, your expectation yearns for my presence.
Everyone got a question called why
E- every soul who can think
V-very deep down
E -every soul who could
R-relate to nature
Y -yin to know why
O-over this long times passed
N-not even till now life is still not
E- easy as nature permit
G-going through the days passed
O-one oath to learn
T- through this portrayed histories
A- all that need to be changed
Q- quarry our mind
U-unless you cant see
E-earning a life
S-so free
T- today
I-is just the opposite like an
O- original of a fake doe is likely
N- never it has a trace of an end now
C- common people called civilians
A- are now mind full of grieves
L- lamenting and not
L- limiting there mind to this
E- endless illusion from the top
D-Denying them to see
W- why we can't grow especially
H- healthy in mind is only that
Y-yet we are just (w)waiting (h)hoping and
(Y)yet to wake up!
Upstairs; a bed with sleeping teddy bears
Downstairs; a table and two chairs
His sighs
His lonely eyes
The dim silent room
The snow falling through the gloom
The reflection in the window
Stare back upon
The one who in anger bid her go
Lamenting the hours she's been gone
And the shouting that seemed so long ago
Even pride can no longer recall
what winds brought the storm
nor how deep the rainfall
Not even knowing if she’s safe and warm
Then the creaking door
The room awash in sudden cold
He waits no more
For the darkness to unfold
Her, in his rush to hold her
Their eyes meeting as he enfold
Her, and his unashamed tear
Ponders his disgrace
As he wipes the same tear from her face
Midst the rapture of love's embrace
In passion's haste things were said
For anger's sake
-now anger is dead
In both their hearts
Where love left smouldering erupt in flame
And cupids darts
Linger without blame
In their quiver
his cheeks dewy
His bottom lip aquiver
Feeling lost, in an emotional maze,
anxiety saps both body and soul;
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Staring into your eyes, I’m in a daze,
lamenting the innocence that time stole:
feeling lost, in an emotional maze.
Impressed by flattery's flamboyant ways,
I’ve ignored reality's costly toll—
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Bullied by deceit and the tricks lust plays,
I cling to memories that make me whole;
feeling lost, in an emotional maze.
A pyre of doubts failed to fuel love's blaze,
lodged deep in my heart like a lump of coal—
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Tangled in a web of lies and clichés—
admonishing trust; I regret its role.
Feeling lost, in an emotional maze;
stumbling mindlessly, through a foggy haze.
Glancing at the mirror
This body I see
Am aware I am not this body
What I see is my cloak, not me
O my Soul I long to see thee
Many easy pathways leading to you,
I have read in scriptures
Gyana yoga, Bhakti Yoga, Karma Yoga
I tried and failed in each of them
Reading without practicing, a stupidity
I realised Gyana Yoga is not for me
You exist within all
Consciously aware and dedicating all work as service to you karmayoga seemed easy initially but later I became finicky
Everything seemed imperfect
I stopped
Bhakti Yoga an easy way, you have to merely love almighty selflessly
Repose faith in Him, surrender unto Him
Salvation comes easily
This was easier said than done
I was always lamenting before God for solving my problems
I was neither selfless nor had faith
Finally I thought I'll pursue Namasmaran
Continuosly chant Ram Ram Ram
Easily achieve salvation
But full time chanting isn't easy
As tough as thought free meditation
Conditioned since ages
Having taken innumerable births
Wonderful world and senses enticing me
Salvation seems near impossible
I wish I could break all illusions
Look in the mirror and see my true reflection
I guess I lack sincerity, dedication and perseverance
10th March