Long Laments Poems
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What would you like for supper, my first-and-last marriage-mate asks me so sweetly
He offers to run out to many fast food places, and not so discreetly.
He lists Arby’s first, for their turkey market fresh sandwich is sublime.
I can make one at home, I reply quickly, though it might not be half as fine.
Chicken from a chicken place? He offers, or pizza, his favorite, not mine.
Watch this, I say, as I throw open the frig, and grab out the Miracle Whip.
He shudders as I make my favorite peanut butter lettuce sandwich, so rich.
I do not know how you can eat peanut butter and Miracle Whip together, he laments.
I take a third bite, loving each savory bite, my own concoction, which tastes heaven sent.
Quite far we have traversed, in pursuit of goals we chose,
Through troubles and trepidations of seasons in throes;
Sometimes reveling sunshine, sometime in glum of shadows,
Always together~ on barren terrains, or verdant meadows.
In albums of yore, we ruminate now, turning pages of life,
Banishing anguish of feelings-forlorn, fuming in strife;
Reminiscing in moments passionate, of love sublime,
Treasured in memories-beloved, accumulated over time.
Harboring wisdom, inlaid in life’s waning phase, as we age,
In realms of reflections, insights-sapient, now we engage;
Learning from knowledge gained, from choices we made,
Accepting with grace, laments of secrets, as yet unsaid.
Regrets unmitigated, voice remorse of unuttered sigh,
Seeking empathy from goodwill of repentant goodbye;
As life tallies good versus bad, that introspections confide,
Eying a tranquil state of mind, devoid of hate and pride.
It’s time to reflect, it’s time to mend, it’s time to befriend,
As journey of life, beaming content, approaches its end;
Living final days in covenants revered, humbly we penned,
Elevating self, in peace of bliss, to heavens we shall ascend.
The dull and bare farmland
speaks with sad murmurs,
seeming laments of lost harmony;
the naked trees' branches are cathedral's spears
vertically pointed to a Heaven
that's not complacent but echoes
with an air of startling silence...
suggesting that God is absent and rests
in the realm of timeless eternity,
while Nature below is as helpless
and contemptuous as an unhappy human!
The peach-faced wanderer carries his enormous grief
as a weight, have his wrinkles widened and his steps
diminished in the agility of movement during Fall?
He loves Naturel and the spectacle of the changing leaves
as he paints the idyllic landscapes on small canvas;
only then he finds tranquility, purpose, and relief
observing sailing boats by a steep cliff,
watching foaming waves break and roll!
Shy violets show their adorable purple petals
dripping with dew, they wish it would rain
to keep them moist attracting butterflies and bees;
will they die from the drought and begone soon?
Amid the sadness, there's also a joyful song about wine,
it's not the usual robin warbling from a branch for pride...
hear the robust voice of that farmer returning home hungry and tired,
carrying a bucket of red grapes with a sweetness that is unrivaled!
Doesn't the late evening evoke sadness,
that feeling that many seem to express...
when all quietens down and every bell chimes
to set heavenly music to a poem that rhymes?
I kissed the rain
in memory of each soft caress
that lies within my emotional debris
to burn on love's pyre
in flames that weep
to leave an ashen realm
of shadows fleeing like rising smoke
Where my heart trembles silent...ever soft
with distant thoughts that silently yield
to lost silhouettes and fading footsteps
trapped on the road of my darkness
They drift through time on life's turning wheel
leaving a trail etched through the ashes of heartache
immersed in the pain-filled silence
of floating pictures that dwell within
These apparitions of lost lovers
whose faces remain vibrant
like flocks of doves rising from my heart
soar on visions of yesterday's laments
where beauty lived once
disperse in the darkness of memory
where the rain falls quietly in my soul
Caught between Life and death
With roaring and panic
Looking for hands but none
With glowing eyes.
Heavy breathe and gasp
But none to show
Dive right to left
Waiting for the Joy that ceasen't
All eyes curious and expectant.
All legs stiffed to the ground
Like a statue or maniquine.
All faces furious but anxious
All waiting for the arrival of the eternal Joy
There the Joy is,slow and relaxed
Though uncomfortable
In pain and agony she laments
What have I done ?
Adam and Eve, you're evil !
The man standing,
willing to help, afraid of danger and complications.
Why must I suffer ?
Baby pls come,find your way here.
There the Joy is.
Lying still.
"I’ll never understand how people can go on and live
The miracle of finding the strength to forgive
To resurrect peace, to close up wounds so deep
they pierce souls beneath heart beats
To be a willful slave to a loving God’s commands
The key to a freedom that I’ll never understand." -Shad
I am not one for articulate words;
Had words be tears, I would write for kings—
But here I am, raw with restraint,
As you tear our worlds apart.
One day I had desired you here,
To celebrate your creation far from compare;
And the next I bid you gone,
Anger tearing my words apart.
Now, all I wish is peace…
I cannot stand your creations lying to waste,
At your expense…for their laments…
Wishing only for peace…
To replace lament,
And replace all…
Words—
That I can never quite utter…
Feb 18, 2014
In shadows deep where our weary hearts were cast,
Hatred blooms, for the garden’s trust is past.
Stubborn weeds now choke what love had sown,
Their roots entwined, shroud what once was grown.
Words once so tender shatter into fragments.
Bridge collapses; strength too frail, laments.
Apologies fall silent, they're lost in the air,
Echoes dissolve and fall into a hollow stare.
We clutch at shards of once-mirrored memories,
Deceiving eyes with lame, fractured histories.
The warmth we knew lies hidden away out of sight.
In shallow graves that mock the hope of daylight.
A circuitry of broken wiry veins remains,
Forgotten paths grow wild into tangled chains.
New bridges rise yet they're shattered torn,
Their severed, frayed wires, make healing forlorn.
We wander through this labyrinths of pain,
The ghostly whispers, lost, echo and remain.
Warn us that healing comes in slowly with the tide,
That certain wounds we'll never turn or hide.
Words of sorrow fall like bridges into the abyss.
No balm is enough for what collapsed, went amiss.
The past laying fallow, without consent or grace,
Still haunts us with the mask of love’s face.
I am going to attend a journey of empowerment he told us all.
We felt it was a story, for he liked to tell a story loud and tall.
He rarely followed through, and his confidence was terribly low.
When I asked him later about the journey, he said he did not go.
I felt sad for him, for if there was ever a child who needed a lift
This journey of empowerment would have been a special gift.
He never got empowered, his mother laments many a day.
I know her well, so realize her attitude has gotten in his way.
She cannot cut him loose. She is as controlling as a summer storm.
His life was lived in loneliness, and his bed was never shared or warm.
What about trying D’s? I suggested. They have bras.
We have been shopping for four hours.
I want to go to D’s to find a spectacular blouse.
Something colorful and artsy.
I always buy myself one jazzy blouse before school starts.
We drive to Store D’s.
My pal looks at a lacy red and pink bit of fluff.
We laugh at the price.
A turquoise bra with rhinestones is $68.
Red bra with bits of fake fur is $88.
Guess how much this one is? I ask. We laugh.
I find my colorful artsy blouse and leave happy.
My friend laments the closing of Kmart
Where she used to buy bras for the same price
as a box of cracker jacks.
1.
The clouds flew in embrace with the wind,
In occassions many, they came together,
To bless the land with manna dew and
To bring to rest the flames of the heart,
To call to the winter moon and bring to
The animals a moment of peaceful sleep.
But it stays not long and embarks on a
Journey new to a new spring.
2.
The stream laments the pained moments
Of brutal separations and the beautiful
Recollections of the steady comfort in the
Embrace of her fellow companions when
They loitered hand in hand with the wind,
But she goes on still with a heavy heart,
Adorned with the memories of glory and
Dreams of hope.
3.
The stars burn with the
Fires not extinguished of the past,
They comfort the heart in every journey,
With the pleasing assurance of
The eternal burning of memories in
Moments of despair,
The path can be the sweet garden of
The thousand roses or the darksome valley
Of the thousand thorns, but there will
Aways be the little moments of peace, when
The eyes can get lost in the stars, to
Reminisce about what it was,
The feet will gain strength and a new
Journey will begin.
Sponsor - Brian Strand
Contest Name - YOUR CHOICE 2022
Date - 24th December, 2022