Long Lonely(a) Poems
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10 June 2017
03:13
A place so lonely a time so trying
what helps you through
who shows you the way
Flight or fight is no option
Illogical feelings through out
Only one is my logic when I am illogical
To scream and have someone scream with you
The feeling of togetherness in friendship
Awaiting the news good or bad
Isn't awaiting your fate so much
but testing your strength
A strength that falls at the wayside
To love someone for friendship
Is not to love someone for love sake
To hold someone close
Is not to hold them for love sake
Fear of openness and judgment
Blurring lines of strength and weakness
Fear and reality, darkness and light
again left with fight or flight
Days have been sombre and full of light
Nights are the cause of deepened fright
Alone and crying throughout
inside all you do is scream and shout
My days are dreary as if I am left in a torturous desert
yearning for an oasis,
my nights sleepless... the brightest stars forgot to shine for me,
My love, I count every moment for you to come back,
If only you knew, how heartbroken like a wilted rose I am!
I earnestly dream of being with you,
homecoming birds return together at serene daybreak,
My nest is empty, my songs are pensive,
mists of misery envelop me,
If only you knew how lonely a broken-winged bird I am!
Dazzling moonlight at a star-studded night-sky,
Sun’s vermillion radiant rays waking us at tranquil dawn,
My heart is hauntingly empty and burnt from agony of separation,
I crave for your calming presence,
In a life which has lost its cadence of purpose!
Young love is often ecstatic, and misunderstanding stands in the way,
All I remember from my past is...
the days of getting drenched together in pouring rain,
passionate heart dancing like a peacock in euphoria...
spreading plumes in captivating allure.
All I remember is walking at midnight under the canopy of a moonlit sky,
holding your hand in complete trust,
dark and desolate village-path,
tall trees gently sweeping and swaying their branches,
as if to assure us a romantic haven!
Years and years have tiptoed away,
Spring appears prancing in,
flowers blossom serenading their fragrance and
chanting their melodious songs,
sapphire ocean laps on the golden sand,
praying emerald sky to join its seashell symphony,
chartreuse waterfalls stream down from mountain-tops
with so much vigour to meet the coral rocks.
Why am I alone, why do I feel deserted!
you would return soon,
If only you knew!
It was not my intention to ever post in PS again
but through an open window I've caught a glimpse
and smell of what's been dumped into the soup.
No pleasure to poets will cruel deception bring
through mendacious words with a venomous sting
Clumsy are the fingers thrusting a poisoned dart
Villany flows from the arteries of a wicked heart
What keeps one hidden in fear behind a mask
lurking in shadows whilst imbibing from a flask
It's a path encrusted with derision and pretense
One a fool walks when guilt becomes immense
What price for a soul that's died too many deaths
or a life once more restored with sinister breaths
How many graves dug when loose threads unravel
Move on before the judge wields his mighty gavel
Only the naive and gullible would dare to believe
such repugnant lines written and meant to deceive
A weed in a garden, secreted among stalks of wheat
soon to wither and wilt. Such is the fate of a cheat
Vinegar in ink from a pen's nib has been interlaced
Woe to a deplorable life when it has been disgraced
Jagged, the rusted edge honed by a dour personality
In darkness looms the lonely; a hallmark of depravity
I am not alone, but I live in solitude
I know you don’t meant it, you’re not trying to be rude
My life story, so many times I’ve viewed
You neglect how I feel, could care less what I say
Although you say you love me, it doesn’t appear that way
Throughout the day, I pretend to be content
Because to and fro is where my heart has been sent
Never have I bent, the rules, or even stretched the truth
But my life story is living proof
That by remaining honest you’re not guaranteed happiness
In all sincerity, it can bring only trouble and stress
I must confess that I envy everyone I know
For they don’t care as I do, they have only joy to show
Deep down below, all the skin and my flesh
Lives a heart so lonely, a soul so unblessed
Depressed and forgotten, no one cares to care
No one knows my name, just another child, someone who’s there
Why can’t I realize the truth, face reality and see
That I live alone and no one really loves me
I'm lost for words, do I suppose to feel this way about my detached family
Mother and brother with their weird dynamic duo relationship
My father has a whole another family or two he's managing
Perplexed by my young adult children with their selfish ways towards me
My love has been taken for granted; betrayed by conditional lovers
I loved them unconditionally with all my heart still to this present day
The way I've been treated, had me to become numb to silent
The DNA test seems only good for ancestry or hidden family connections
"Blood thicker than mud" is just an illusion to me when it comes to my family
I would have been more relieved if I was adopted; detachment explained
At this present time I'm homeless without any genuine help
My mom want me around because she's lonely a lot of the times
My father lost for words most of the times we converse
Brother want me around to show off and brag about what I don't have
Daughter want me around for emergency baby sitter for her children
Son locked up and need me to keep account with commissary monies
I asked out loud, "Why would I be in a family dynamic like this"
The energy is heavy and draining when I'm in any of there presence
Knowing I deserve better, but not feeling spiteful or resentment
My family was all I knew; now realizing I have to let them go
Lesson that love is not suppose to cause pain, confusion or revenge
Lesson to stop love from being the core for change in my world
Lesson how forces work through your family to discredit love
Lesson of dark generational curse to stray me to hate for self destruction
Lesson for a practice run to prepare for a family life I deserve
Lesson to destroy me as a soul with love for humanity(unity)
Lesson for hate to be inflicted to weight heavy on my heart
Lesson to give up on love, turn to materialism
Lesson of survival to be an example of a spiritual warrior
It was lessons for courage to survive with unconditional love for self/others
Despite the fated lessons still I smile with gratitude
Evolution at its finest as lessons stimulate my growth to remain in love
All is forgiven; no hard feelings and love(GOD) will always live within me.
A Solitary Stranger
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds.
Gazing, out there, with brimming eyes he ponders
To catch a glimpse of the sun seeping through the windowpane
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
To knit the finest webs of dreams, one of the most delicate kinds.
Gazing, out there, with brimming eyes he ponders
To catch a glimpse of the sun seeping through the windowpane
The croons of his leisure time runs high through the seven seas,
As a hymn, rises to heaven and above, one, perhaps, eager to linger more…
Brushstrokes of canvas, dazzling horses of the clouds, in a resilient morn..
Open your eyes , and you will believe the happening world, in a fable, unborn.
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
Cotton candy dreams, where in production, are in muse, those dreams!
Those old aged clouds are all in a classic silence, piled up high,
Rain will be coming soon!
Lonely a soul, he, waits there daylong, a lonely stranger, he
Cotton candy dreams, where in production, are in muse, those dreams!
Those old aged clouds are all in a classic silence, piled up high,
Rain will be coming soon!
Those croons are floating with the strongest rainfall , great news!
Where it drizzled through the lintel for yet , an hour more.
Rain-soaked an hour are chilling with gone hours, as ours,
A dead wet soul now, is he, posing in my mind!
Those croons are floating with the strongest rainfall , great news!
Where it drizzled through the lintel for yet , an hour more.
Rain-soaked an hour are chilling with gone hours, as ours,
A dead wet soul now, is he, posing in my mind!
“To run with the wolf was to run in the shadows, the dark ray of life, survival and instinct. A fierceness that was both proud and lonely, a tearing, a howling, a hunger and thirst. Blessed are they who hunger and thirst. A strength that would die fighting, kicking, screaming, that wouldn't stop until the last breath had been wrung from its body. The will to take one's place in the world. To say 'I am here.' To say 'I am
Quote by _ O. R. Melling
I heard of an Ojiwe warrior called Wolf Spirit
he led a lupus fierce wolf-like existence
one of strength, cunning, and resilience
he was intelligent, and courageous
navigating the frozen tundra land of Northern Canada
his spirit animal was the Canadian Timber Wolf
it is said his hair was thick and multi-colored like the wolves
he built a log cabin in the dense boreal forest of northern Canada
near a water source and high cliffs for resting and sun
he called the wolves his brother and sisters
hunting with the wolves he became strong, tall and powerful
he howled with them at night
mourned their dead with mournful singing
expressed his happiness with whines and whimpers when greeting them
in time he turned his back on humankind . . .
Making Love ???
Does it come from the heart ?, from a need ?, to create.
Is it biological ?, psychological ?, this desire to fornicate.
Is it Mother Natures, need to procreate, to perpetuate ?
Or is it man’s desire to feed Mother Vagina, to saturate ?
Could Love, be a deep seated desire ?,
to set the heart – lonely, a lone – on fire ?
Is Love, the gardeners need to plant a seed ?,
a wild child ?, that may become a bad weed.
The need – regardless – to feel is to love.
Making Love ???
Is all we overlook ?, tolerate ?, or rise above.
Soaring with the angels, flying with the doves,
reaching in, touching with tender, kid gloves
no matter the pain that tells of past, lost, Love’s.
B. J. “A” 2
June 7th 2004
Ere some three or four-odd days
Began our nature show some craze.
The people, truly afraid, to say,
Nowhere did find a place to stay.
The initial portension was a fire,
That left a pile of ashes and mire,
But no one knew whose was this ire,
That made our town a devil’s pyre.
Trembled, trembled everything!
And to and fro moved all the things,
That was bound by the earth insane,
Thus on the floor they’re strewn and lain.
I stared at the top of the furniture,
And heaved to find their stately nature,
Then moments fleeted in a quiet,
With farms and huts, being fine and trite.
No longer, though, prevailed this calm;
Crescendoed slowly omen’s hum;
Inaudibly was audible
That faintest screech of the strongest rebel.
On all directions fetish hung
To combat dread that evil flung,
And worshipped Christ’s generous hand,
“O save Thou us, our potent friend!”
But sinner must be most of them,
Or why from God did these trials stem?
Or not Him, but a freak of evil,
Did hurl a woe, so grand and ill?
There blew no air, but still fell down,
Glasses brought from a Chinese town,
A pair of steady dolls, whom loved
My cousin, she them fondly preserved.
That evil day finally came,
No man stayed outside, nor a dame;
The children too did stop their game,
Little children, hard to tame.
They all were scared, and none did dare
To foretell what was in the air,
Uncanny stench was all felt there,
In dense settlement and fields bare.
“See, quiver, quiver all the things!
The church-bell timid itself rings!”
And wandered lonely a frightened man,
Oft he strolled and oft he ran.
My mother prophesied a ghoul
That might again on mankind drool,
Had overwhelmed us with spells of terror,
And in this way our sin did mirror.
But as far as can I recall,
A graceful sphinx of the palace hall,
That burnt and turned into baleful earth,
Wrought a mishap in highest mirth!
13th February, 2020
Let the Pens Flow - Narrative Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jenish Somadas
It’s lonely a cold night of rain
And I compose me a piece
From the pattering of drops
On the steel roof
With claps of thunderbolt
And swish of the wind
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
The tap of my feet accord
With the crack of my teeth
When there’s no one beside
To drown my heart away
A sonorous serenade
I croon into allegretto
A mellifluous drone in heart
So sad and drear
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!
Chime me you night crickets
And buzzing beetle
A piece in the cold night rain
To hype the heartbeat tempo
To wash the slumbering eyes
And feel forlorn at home
From the wailing pine
In the rush of wind
In that dark cold night rain
Of somebody next door who
Left somebody alone song!