Long Limbo Poems
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Sickness depresses my spirit
And shut down the doors of the sense organs
My soul recoils within the shell of my body
My heart retreats to a solemn feast.
There is within the flesh a great void of vanity
The spirit ruminates on bizarre planes
Seeking the verity of essence and elevation
To life is indifference, death becomes a handy foe.
Life and death are allies to trickery;
For we neither could sleep nor wake
At day overcome by a sleep-in-consciousness
And night, burdened by the waking-in-slumber.
The mind conjures up blurry images
Through grim eyes veers hallucination
The head goes a spiral in nocturnal planetary
As the body on a bed of limbo is confined.
Monotonous drone of air in empty jar whirred
Round and round the head dome
Whose sinew and vigor once thrive but now
Whose nerve and wit have become vain.
In sickness the body and spirit convulsed
And brings heaven and hell to closer horizon:
The body’s nourishments are repulsed by it
The spirit retreats from life’s elevations.
The Supreme comes to the fore of reason
Above all ambitions and abundance,
Which are subject to breath; when it runs afoul,
We shall again ponder its mystery, in sickness!
The Mystery Box
The metallic box housed four puzzled people
Imprisoned two boys and two girls of undetermined age or origin
Uniformed in gray attire with no insignia's or other clues
They stayed as choice was not an option
To reason out a plan or what to do
No idea of what was going on
Trapped in limbo for the moment near hysteria
A black and white world of secret
They looked at one another as total strangers
Perhaps a military exercise of sorts was afoot
Or experiment gone wrong without a warning
Odd surroundings now measure out their lives
No memories remained of how this happened
Their accommodations consisted of an empty floor
Dimensions undetermined
Four walls with an opening up above
Defined the absolute detention
Overlooking existence beyond the room
Just past the squared off rim
There could be nothing out there
And exposing nothing more for exploration
Except an empty sky void of color
The box too high to climb from
No doors, no props, to reach the exit at the top
Outside a mystery prevailed
That caused them deeper fears
Nothing stirred or moved in sky or ground
Not a single thing perceived
Speculations filled in their days
No one remembered anything
Not even names and numbers
In this existential game
This must be some sort of joke or prank
Was this an alien world?
Were they abducted?
And with a lack of facts
No rhyme or reason
All their thinking for escape is simply reaching
No one hears a thing within
Not even screaming
Mysteries in a box without a name, remain
I died,
For a few moment,
Then I got revived—
I wonder why?
C P R
Ambulance, Paramedics
Open heart bypass surgery,
Echo Scan
MRI
Cardiac rehab
Now I live again…
I don’t know why?
Dying was easy…
One moment I was alive,
The very next,
Poof ! Gone!!
It was pure bliss
Unaware I was dead.
They say all their prayers worked.
I was lucky
It was a miracle.
God has a purpose for making me live again …
But who wanted to live any longer.
Being dead is better
than dying of old age.
The hustle and bustle of life
will not change
The brouhaha is never gonna end,
What I’m gonna do more now
that I didn’t do in the past 70 years—
So why bother living anymore,
It will be same o, same o.
There’s no lure of life left
No longing for living,
Life now lacks luster
holds no lust, no laughter,
Just lingering on in a limbo.
Now, death lurks in the shadows
with a smug little smile.
I was ready; it was my time.
Now I wonder
when is my opportune moment,
I am tethered to life,
No longer free,
Bogged down under pressure
to prove that it was all worth it.
When a new day dawns
and a shimmering sun
came looking for me,
It will be alright
if it finds me nowhere!
~06/08/19
~Contest: Best Free Verse 2019
~Sponsor: John Hamilton
I Can't protect you from the course of life
But you know me
And you know I was born to try
It’s just the symptom of the middle age of time
Forever holding our hands up to the fire
Every hand that you hold
It comes back no one knows
Every word every lie
It comes back anytime
You can run
Because you were right
No more fears
No more trials
The frozen air
The screaming feet
Confusing you for letting me eat
I was walking through the forest of my mind
Never knowing where the path would unwind
Your smile surrounds me
when I close my weary eyes
The hardest whisper to hear
Is from the man inside...
Form:
Yes, for survival of relationships-acceptance is the key
though recently he takes all on and anyone but me
Ignorance is tough to bare when inkling rejection
and no-one sympathetic I grieve my love connection.
What I’d do to have him near to ease my worried mind
an untold thought til he’s caught where often I rewind
to unite as we planned and finish what we started...
reckoning God is with the broken and downhearted.
Loss of love is the worse pain for one to suffer
some losers fall to pieces whilst others may grow tougher
Though I am no expert at relationships in life
with history hum-drum of toxic pain and strife.
Yet due to this I have learned all a better way
now wish those words I had spat, I could just unsay
For I've missed him so in limbo for love believed and kept
though doubt he ever felt such pain for me and ever wept.
Guess some people are like that and often do impart
directly, indirectly, a kind then callous heart
Though we are human people with basic needs the same
no we're not... I forgot he's the one to blame.
Hence I'll fight for what is right as I've done along
the journey of loss of love indeed has made me strong
where I accept the power of my individualism
to be free and not with he where love mindset a prison.
I look across the bed… you’re not there… you’re dead.
I look across the bed and see…you’re no longer next to me.
I reach over and try to feel your skin,
and remember all the joy there had been…
but my hands come back empty…trying desperately to hold on,
barely clinging to life now that your gone.
And I let out a cry I’m quite sure heaven hears,
Or will it linger in limbo for all of my years.
How lonely this bed, where imprisoned I lay.
How long can I take this day after day?
They say that in spirit your right next to me.
But that is no comfort for it’s blackness I see.
They say that it’s time to move on with my life,
But they have no clue of my pain and my strife.
You were my best friend, my angel, my love,
You were hand picked for me from above.
You were the one who’s soul I adored
Whatever I did you were there to applaud.
You alone knew me inside and out,
And the love that we shared left no one to doubt.
For you were my angel sent from above,
To care for, to lean on, to cherish and love…..
So I’ll go back to bed where imprisoned I lay,
And hope for a joy that visits someday.
106th Finance ball crew
In Germany ‘87 came due
Through Army teams all
They answered the call
With bats, gloves, and grit in full view
In double elimination they played
One early loss had them waylaid
To the loser’s bracket sent
But their spirits weren’t bent
And a comeback was soon to be played
They battled through game after game
With the trophy still calling their name
To the winner’s team’s door
They came roaring once more
And won the first clash just the same
Then up to the plate came Rambo
A line drive to center set them a scramble
To second he sped
With victory ahead
And the tournament hanging in limbo
A grounder was hit to short
Who bobbled the ball in contort
Then threw low to third
Where the runner transferred
In a slide that was of historic report
Headfirst to the bag he did slide
Keeping hope for 106th Finance alive
The glove, ball, and hand
Met together in tand'
And the ball broke away from the dive
With two outs, that moment was gold
For the rally still had to unfold
He scored on a hit
And the team would not quit
Until the championship story was told
Now years later, the trophy does gleam
A reminder of how hard we fought as a team
And redemption was found
As that slide does resound
For the error played back at Flak’s dream
Early Birthday thoughts
of you and me !
Sixty years young ?
November 9th / November 12th / 42
The Bear’s growl !, has he lost his voice ?
The Bear’s fangs !, gone, has he lost his bite ?
The Bear’s claws !, blunt, more like puppy paws
The Bear – like old Kaw Liga – has he given up the fight ?
The Bear of my words, is he really what I saw ?
In the passing of time, have we no choice ?
The dawning of our youthful, crazy, wild day
has long left us in limbo, it just slipped away.
The noon hour of our blazing, blinding light,
once burned with such passion, hard and bright.
Now it flickers and fades, it is so far from our sight.
Lost, our ability to see through the mystery of night,
even to know what is right, what is wrong, might
not know in any case, not even in the twilight
hour of our years, as we strive ?, to bloom
I wonder ?, just how empty is our room !
I do not see us, dear old friend, reaching for the moon.
Not in this life time – left to us – nor any time soon.
Will our experiences ?, our memories ?, carry us through .
Is this Bear ?, all that is left for me and left for you.
Sixty years seems so long, now they have all gone
and for the past ten, there seemed nothing to do
that I haven’t already, I guess nothing lives on.
Wishing you, my dear friend, so long ago and far away,
the brightest of and happiest Birthday.
There is nothing, what more might I say ?
Love Bill, and the Girls !!!
Wm. J. Atfield Jr.,
Gail Marie,
Mandy Lynn.
Melanie Lee .
B. J. “A” 2
July 3rd 2002
Written: January 08, 2025 for contest Sponsored by: Di11y Da11y
1. Newton's Laws of Motion:
Third Law: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
4. Quantum Superposition:
A particle can exist in multiple states or places simultaneously until measured.
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Oliveros accordion's honeyed
drone flows over chimes
with a soft whistle buoyantly fluting
In between breathes of characters.
We loiter, extraneous,
entangled lives in a state of limbo
Dreams flicker as Schrödinger cat.
Every interaction sends a wave,
and feelings clash within~
The force of love rivalry
is restricted by intangible powers~
As we sink into quiet depths,
Entropy seeps into aged patterns. . .
Instantaneous movements fester,
and longing is frozen in clarity.
Thermodynamics set heat gain or loss,
divided by warmth yields entropy~
Word pulse changes color.
Sound travels across time and space.
Redshifted craves blur instantly.
We hunt memory cobwebs,
navigating over this light-and-dark maze,
constantly seeking the quickest path.
Dreamt corridors bend toward us,
perception distorts the fastest trip home.
All actions have consequences~
We are moved by inert forces,
as time-etched Newton laws.
Rebounding moments shape kismet.
Choices teeter on fate.
Body rhythms align with,
physics quiet concerto.
Schrödinger hoped for our serenity.
Life's diverse quantum spectrums,
each unseen wave or particle is strong,
each minute, a heart Doppler echo,
becomes clearer as entropy slows.
Each action balances the other.
The gavel slammed its judgement down
On my impassioned plea,
Doomed to run-on sentences
Served concurrently.
My term began an infinite jest,
Time after time, time without rest.
On and on, again and again,
Ad infinitum, days without end.
Illicit contraband stashed in my sock,
Wearing a jumpsuit here on The Rock.
Sand in an hourglass keeps me in hock.
Forever and ever, and ever so more.
Each day and night a grim tug of war.
Idle in lockdown with yada, yada, yada,
Etcetera, etcetera, and desiderata.
Oblivion’s limbo looms dry as a drought.
The light at the end of the funnel runs out,
As the wastewater swirls down the drain,
And my hair falls away from my brain,
While the ferryman’s taking his toll,
And the calendar’s carving my soul
Into tidy, discrete prison blocks,
Where hands slap the faces of clocks,
Till you can’t tell the ticks from the tocks,
And the warden keeps changing the locks,
While my nightmares add weight to the years
By retelling my worst childhood fears
When the ragman went lurking about
By that streetlight that always was out
On the playground there by the church,
With dead eyes and black-market merch,
As the wheels on the bus go ‘round and 'round,
Like prison yard walks, but I’m still glory bound.
I curse the screws, flip a finger to the void,
And serve my penalty in splendid isolation,
Not defeated, just righteously annoyed.
Of the benefits that come with doing time in the hole,
The best is being favored with a birdman's soul.
As I once heard a lifer say in the exercise yard,
"Freedom is being satisfied with the terms of one's confinement."