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THE BEDLAM
Creature of Madness
And Lo, then rose The Bedlam from its lair,
dark creature infiltrating night
creating from its darkness unseen sight
infecting every fiber of life’s core
demanding from those lessened – even more.
Demon eyes that peer from deep within
the souls of maddened ordinary men
consumed in empty terrors without end.
Misshapen countenance constrained
by mind so fully twisted to deranged
the physical takes on the face of fear
flaws of growing madness coming clear.
Thus does The Bedlam cut one from the herd
starve him till he feeds upon his self
devouring what might have set him free
imprisoned in its moonless lunacy.
Now mindless the maddened sits alone
tormented gargoyle slowly turned to stone.
John G. Lawless
6/8/2015
submitted to – London’s Pantheon of the Gods – Poetry contest
sponsor – Jerry T Curtis
Standing on the sands
of helplessness,
as waves of sadness
lap at my feet
I know not what holds
your voice hostage,
unable to comfort it
only baffles
At an ocean's length
of pain,
an essence cannot even
take wing on a breeze
So sadness is held in
a blanket of love
If the heart is not mended,
then love's breath
cannot
bring it back
A storm of uncertainty
tries to overtake
A need to absorb the pain,
making it taste of wanting
to be lessened
If not stated where
sadness is born,
all attempts to bring
joy back fails
As waves grow
building up,
into a hurricane
of grief
Drops of uncertainty,
fall on my face then
raging faster
While threatening to drown
the only hope,
of two halves to
become whole
An older poem!;)
Welcome back, dear me
let’s sip vintage wine and merry be
awakening to a radiant dusk exactly as is,
caressed by sheer madness igniting
a dance a swing with a playful breeze
and to soak in evening’s tickled mist,
as reaching out to others completely
drains my core like an overused machine ;
my quality time lessened slain by kindness...
Now, my days taste the cherry of life
indulging in forsaken passions leisures denied…
Yes, it’s all because self-nourishment
rings aloud: buy that violet lipstick,
paint the moon with enthralled eyes… throw a sinful dessert party and ride the carousel with complete abandon!
If Mom calls and neighbour Pam asks for extra help in her garden, I’ll wink gently—
Say no. For my heart is running empty,
It needs to be fed with jazz's tempo
without the guilt trip. So, I’ll smile at my body
And leave all for a while, as real love begins
with me, lifting this soul on the halo of fire--
Then Abraham said, “If they will not listen to Moses and prophets, neither will they persuaded if someone would rise from the dead.” Luke 16:31
As a reporter
I once interviewed a priest who experienced a dramatic conversion
Before that he had regularly gotten a serious trouble
He wanted nothing to do with the Catholic faith that his mother continually urged him to practice
As compelling and joy-filled as change of heart was
He said that as the years went by the impact of the experienced lessened
While he would never forget it
He stayed strong in the faith by working on it every single day
We don’t need to look for spectacular miracles
Although God does provide them on occasion
We simply need to listen to Moses
the prophets, Jesus and the apostles
Our Blessed Mother
The saints
the holy people
and then put our faith into action
especially by helping those most in need
How can you help the Lazaruses in your life
A long, long time ago
A girl lived with an unpredictable dragon.
She walked softly around his brooding silence,
but many times the flames cast forth despite her care.
She would scramble to take refuge, and make amends.
Struggling to please, ducking to avoid being singed.
The dragon was silent for days, or raged for hours.
Peeking around the corner when she walked home,
she looked for his long tail, the black tip quivering
as then she knew he lay anticipating her,
but eventually she would have to enter
and face the hot ozone smell ,or the cold quiet.
The puzzling times were when the dragon was friendly
leaving gifts that were thoughtful, claiming devotion.
The girl grew stronger and his hold on her lessened.
She still felt compelled to check on dragon at times;
eventually he burned himself to cinders.
Freed, she stopped looking for tails around the corner,
but the dread of his malevolence persisted
especially in dreams.
3-1-2017
This darkness overwhelmes me yet a glow it lights my path
a fire burns inside me to defrost the winters wrath
This weight I bear suppresses hope and brings me to my knees
Yet someone here has heard my moans and calms my raging seas
Time and time again I fall, so wearily I tread
But then appears an outstretched hand, and nothing more is said
she lifted me beyond the precipice of laden fears
embraced me in her tenderness and wiped away my tears
This lonliness that fills the space where joy did once reside
Is lessened by a friendly soul, with whom I can confide
Heavens light sent from above, a stepping stone of hope
Placed along this winding road to help this blind man cope
In this world there is suffering, unseen and unheard
As every one hurries on with their busy little lives
Too involved in things, not wanting to get involved
Some times not even seeing what is there for all to see
When every one around me is loud, I try to speak
I go unheard, unseen, Do you hear me? Hear my cry?
I carry on as I must, pain in my heart, sorrow in my eyes
Keeping it inside, not willing to show it all, no relief
You come to me in your need as you always have
Cry on my shoulder then gone when all is well for you
My heart is heavy, my burdens many, my pain buried deep
Tears stream down my face, streaking my checks
Do you hear my cry? Do you ease my mind, my burdens
No? But I carry on and I always will, no matter comes
Will you cry for me when I am gone? I think not
You never heard my cry, never saw the tears
Never walked beside me, never eased my worries
Never eased the burdens that weighed me down so heavy
I hope you found the solace I gave helpful in your need
That I eased your burdens, wiped your tears, lessened your burdens
I gladly gave comfort where it was needed for all
I walked beside many, saw the flood of tears
Eased many a heart and burdens along the way
When I am gone no one will ever hear my cry
Carolyn is that unique friend
who imparts encouragement
by restoring a thrill that was dead;
her uplifting comments have made realize
the worthiness of my talent...
it's a friendship that motivates and surprises!
She could be a thousands miles away,
and still finds time to respond and even pray
when somebody's heart needs solace...
there she smiles with the kindest eyes!
Carolyn has a passion which amazes us all;
her poetry and stories are full of human comprehension
never hesitant to reach out and intensely love...
who wouldn't want to be her friend and get her attention?
She's not afraid of admitting her physical pain and loneliness,
searching for miraculous ways to cope with her boldness,
but she'd find much comfort, if we consoled her with our understanding...
lessened the burden of her worries by reaching out with a happy feeling!
the cloak of the night skys
glitters with its jewels
and the whitecaps glisten neath the moon
and I am drawn in to its majesty
the hearld of darkness sparkling with light
and stand sheltered by its expanse
the cast of moon scattering gloom
and my smallness is felt deeply
familiar patterns are there
by virtue of the light there reflected
and the surty of knowing its ceaselessness
and its boundries as yet unknown and undiscoverd
that we look away from ourselves to something greater
what is dark in ourselves is far lessened
by the light reflected from another source
to draw strength from without
the whitecaps lap at the shore
the limits defined by her moon and sky
a night of peace unfettered by storm
but the storms will come
with shadows and obscurity
to frighten children and make seamen pray
mankind will scamper to their burrows
and I will be one with them
casting my sight till the sun rises again
chasing away storm and shadow
another morrow to illuminate
the confines of our lives
as is imposed by time and law unceasing
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C. Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Don't you just love it when you set off an alarm,
Accidentally of course,
Which causes one no end of alarm,
With bleak thoughts of how your day will change course.
Of course,
On this particular day,
An unexpected force,
Came into play.
Which actually lessened my sense of alarm,
As one could only laugh at this new course,
That came into play.
I only rang the wrong customer,
To tell them the alarm had gone off,
And what with the noise of the alarm,
And with the customers,
Having similar names,
No wonder the code to turn the alarm off,
Did nothing to lessen our alarm,
With the customer telling us not to worry about cleaning today,
When for the second time we heard the alarm.
But before we left for to go on our merry way,
I realised I had called the wrong customer,
And all I could do was laugh,
At something that had almost blown our day off course,
But not my wife whose voice was turning coarse,
She could not even produce a single giggle this day,
As new names for me were invented, as a matter of course.
So after waiting for the alarm,
To run its course,
We got our cleaning done for the day,
Without being further alarmed.
But we were concerned of course,
That none of the neighbours, though armed,
With their own alarm,
Were in not in any way alarmed,
But I suppose we have to accept that today,
That is pa for the course.