Long Loner Poems
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Please forgive me as I loved you..!!
I expected a lot from a stranger..;
And in return got what was long due..!!
Loving someone was wrong, as I’ll always be a loner..!
“I loved you” that were a mistake..;
And you leaving me were bound to happen later or sooner..!
No matter how painful, but this mistake I’ll never regret..!!
I was left dry and low..;
With my heart and soul bruised and battered..!!
Don’t worry I’ll die, but it’s going to be slow..;
Silly me..!! Your love is all that mattered..!!
I expected a lot from a stranger..;
And in return got what was long due..!!
Please forgive me as I loved you..!!
I am glad you have no regrets..;
You moved on with life as if nothing ever happened..!!
But let me tell you secret..;
I’ll always remember you, no matter you left me stranded..!!
And I’ll always pray..;
What you did me never happens to you..!!
I’ll pray night and day..;
For once let the saying not be true..!!
“What goes around comes around”..!!
And let you be happy ..;
If not me at least you…!!
Form:
She is a child of the mountains, of meadows, lakes, and seas.
A pirate queen, faerie princess, ninja warrior, consultant to a king.
Sliding into crevices others might not understand; only herself to please.
She fits in with so many; her plethora of talents of which others sing.
A bit of a pyromania, loving the reds and oranges of a gobbling fire.
A loner, and yet, with many friends. Others cannot tear themselves away
She follows her muses, writing and painting, in comfortable attire.
Her days are filled with joy, for she knows the therapeutic use of play.
She is a child of God, but not the one that hides behind a church steeple.
A spiritualist, she believes in the beauty of mystics and esoteric art
She is followed by a multitude of adoring friends, strangers, people.
A marvelous friend, a fine citizen, with a generous glowing heart.
Being a loner liking my own company
this being my early life was so shy
stammered too made me so insecure
liked my own self but my life was why?
Moving on till the mid 20s where was I?
stay in nights listen to Dory Previn music
not heading in any real direction
made one think and ponder to lose it
Started to write poems so dark, depressive
but pretty rotten stuff, so threw it away
then met my wife to be, life was good
but disaster struck, Jean left our day
Return sad from hospital , what is future?
prepare for bed, mind all over place
but at this point cried out to God
my soul found itself for God was on my case
I had met the living God
His love encaptured me I was caught
God drew my soul to His kingdom
finding myself where I never thought
(This is my life story of my soul finding itself in meeting God where least expecting to but pleased I did.
My first wife Jean passed away during our first year of marriage)
I have got no doubt twenty years from now
I’ll transform myself into fragrant air
To write rhymes as you’ll come under the bough
So fondly I’ll raise those rings in your hair
The poor guy busking in the street corner
A cloth sheet spread before him on the road
His mother is sick and he a loner
I will put him into a dancing mode
The girl planting the saplings of green rice
Is pleased as she feels me in monsoon rain
Dreams of bumper crop in her waiting eyes
At harvest she waves at me in the train
I’ll be in the moonlight on your dream grace
As you sleep out after the day’s struggle
Will move my moon-palm on your eyes and face
Have a great sleep to face the next hustle
The five basics of my body and mind
Will blend with earth water air fire and sky
I’ll look back at the orange left behind
As in your eyes the cloud of time goes by
Would there be a chance to seek any gift
Please send me back to Bengal I’d say swift
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April 29, 2017
Note: Though I wrote it for the contest of the same name as in the title, but to my dismay I found the sponsor requires a sonnet. When I attempted to delete two stanzas to meet the need, I felt the integrity of the poem was getting compromised. Hence, for no contest.
Loners choose their own destiny,
although it foretells exactly
the reason for each cause;
some loners reject awareness
if they become helpless:
will it ease their impudence?
Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate?
Isn't it going to cost them pain?
Doesn't isolation with its gloominess
deprive them of closeness?
Anybody who has come closer
to the realization of desires
will be disappointed by far...
losing another precious chance again!
Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate,
refusing the company of a mate?
How can loneliness help one
find freedom if shadows hide his sun,
that light he needs to illuminate
his path when days become nights and incite
a loner to run towards a brilliant moon?
Loners desperately cling to inclement helplessness,
not recognizing they are trapped by deceit and lies,
but their belief is a constant bluff to themselves
letting time slip their emotions without noticing
how they misjudged someone's precious trust;
and they will regret their decision of having
chosen total freedom over fidelity, never filling
the void from the day they decided to part.
Isn't solitude too hard to tolerate,
not easy to strip from a miserable soul
that lacks compassion or even forgiveness;
and these two are seldom denounced by their hatefulness.
Do their moods clearly indicate
that they have given up both on living and their life's goal?
She spoke of his fathering as something
way different from her mothering style
they both stood to applaud him when
he received the diversity of Science award
for his research. That day I applauded and stood
proud saying what tomorrows have we
that the science of now is the way of tomorrow.
Yet every compliment is a smirk from
the frustrations of human loneliness.
Echo's the lonely parrot
who's never been companioned and he
only knows the ways of humans.
Must then the selfishness of man cause him
to be lonely and in need.
Far from the natural ways of belonging.
Strange and lonesome.
Far reaching to create the character of a loner.
Find him some one to love and appreciate said his
loving mother: once she realized that he has
been worked and structured to be seen as
lonesome and evil.
" The Mad Scientist" will not be nurtured
he shall be loved and loving as Godfearing as
we have raised him!"
then we shall worry of those who envy him? those
who then shall be in opposition of his togetherness: that
they might smear his name to gain his woman's hand. Divide
them due to there position and maybe dispositioning.
Wishing to be where someone is in there
found position without
appreciation of what he or she has losted to gain.
From what position might we stand to deter those
who wish and envy?
Stabilzation to be normal! Love makes the world go round!
I know him is my next-door neighbor, a popular loner.
I know him, he is a starseed reawakened from another world, Earthly language is to insufficient to explain the world he comes from.
I know him is a conduit between divine realms and the Earth, and he can transport between galaxies via meditation.
I know him. He lives between two worlds, the invisible and the visible, and always searching for home.
His soul carries him through space, time, and Stargates is here with us, but is there with others too.
His of other dimensions is here to help heal the planet and guide humanity .
He has zero to one or two friends as he is not part of the soul group (family) is only here to help.
He is extremely intelligent and, to the less evolved, seems as wacky to the normal, less evolved human.
He once told me he didn't like to be here. He doesn't like other humans that are less evolved, and he just wants to get out.
I know him. To him, materialistic wealth is only for kids. There is no self pride in wealth, he once told me.
His multidimensional thoughts make him see how all moments in time are happening now. Some people see him unearthly, too mysterious to comprehend.
He once told me he longs to be home. To him, Earth is a very low-vibrational planet, full of war, pollution, diseases, and corruption.
I know him. He is the Starseed.
By Chanda Katonga.
Never, Always, Sometimes
Stretched across the years of time,
memory plays hide and seek.
In the foggy daydreams, shadows find
early life rarely has a voice to speak.
Hidden in the quiet corners
low profile is an easy escape.
Never stepping boldly forth, always the loner,
and in hanging back it is best to hesitate.
Sometimes though, some inner spirit rises
and takes the dramatic leap forward
Voices shout speaking what the world despises
of life, liberty, justice is not just words.
Never do the masses speak in unison
always there are protesters an dissenters.
Deep in the thoughts of freedom lies the fusion
sometimes we only see the adventure.
Never is such a negative aspersion
drowning hope and dreams of life.
Always is too much an elaborate excursion
holding back for fear of the daily strife.
Sometimes, now there’s thought and possibility
that success can reveal it’s way
Sometimes then, there is less futility
in being self and loving every day.
12/5/20
Better choose quick
Just might lose if
You don't do it
Awesome or a nuisance
It either was or wasn't in the blueprints
Still a loner, or already shot by Cupid's
Arrow, underneath a sky that is moonlit
They spread lies, but the truth is
Staying sharp or a doofus
Handy or useless
In a world that can be merciful or ruthless
Just a baby, or a fully grown "Toothless" (Dragon)
(How quickly people bandwagon)
Pleasant or putrid
Humble or full of hubris
Intact or uprooted
In the open or secluded
A lack of energy and motivation, or being boosted
The body reconstituted and mind rebooted
Being wise or foolish
Already hinted and alluded
People can be so stupid
Always they feuded
And often hooted
Worried about who did
What, then they quickly brooded
Time has proved it and exuded
Just one of many things I've concluded
Sad that so many have been unjustifiably prosecuted
Got the juice or electrocuted
Problems remaining or getting troubleshooted
Getting it done or roosted
Giving up or continuing when rerouted
Getting nowhere or commuted
A life of hardship or of being undisputed
Drinks that are strong or diluted
The volume turned up or muted
Became friends with a druid
Never once tooted
His own horn, or made excuses
Which ones are chosen,
How, let me count the ways,
I'm feeling some type of way with these streets that I cannot pave,
I'm a loner in world of glory days,
Socially awkward and my communications on the same page,
What type of individual would you like me to be,
When it all comes down to it,
The answers no,
I can just be me,
I can just be free,
I can just be able to speak my mind like,
Which ones are chosen,
I need your attention and i hope you hear me,
I can only tell you what's in these words and days of no further worries,
When I expire and transcend to the next level,
Make me who I'll be in the next life,
Please add good genes and morals,
So I can be,
which ones are chosen!