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Prying with my lonesomeness,
Absolutely lost in the poetic world,
And bemused by mystic imagination,
I had lost my real self!
Someone fascinated called on me,
And I kept pondering for a while,
If it was my name I had all doubts,
Oh Yes ! It was me for sure!
Who am I to you?
Prevails a trust as you say,
Number one to you all the time,
As fresh as dew I would stay!
Who am I to you?
A never die feeling dearest you hold,
Embraced close to your heart,
Addicted to togetherness you will stay !
Don't let me fade as a morning dew,
And tire out with time as they say,
I am no thing that would perish,
Close to your soul i will ever stay !
Transformed from diffident to intrepid,
Headstrong to humble and euphoric,
Witty with humour, Crass to burnish,
That's what I am to you dear !!!
Written by Dr. Upma Sharma
On 25/10/13
I want to seek sobriety everyday
I hope to God this sleepless night
I pray and pray away the pain tonight
I want to be okay as I lay here, decaying like a wilted flower in May
I feel this party inside me isn’t over
I feel this party outside my range — I don’t want a drink, no thanks —
Got me feeling less and less sober
I am profoundly bewildered in angst
Dear me, I’m dead in the head with dread
Fearing I won’t be free from bondage instead
I want to consume the Word like wine and bread
But, I’m foolish and regretful…mournful and in anguish in bed…
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like an alcoholic, I want that drink
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like a smoker, I want to smoke away my issues and let the shower water collide into the sink
Sobriety, I believe, is possible
I’m improving — God has done the impossible
In my life…in my life…
Of peace and strife
I need to rest my eyes that gaze vacantly on in my bedroom of mess
I hope to God I detest the loathsome feeling of lonesomeness
I pray and pray away the pain tonight
I want to be okay as I lay here, saying in my cranium how I’m going to fight the epic, grand fight this June
I feel this party inside me isn’t over
I feel this party outside my range — I don’t want a drink, no thanks —
Got me feeling less and less sober
I am profoundly bewildered in angst
Dear me, I’m dead in the head with dread
Fearing I won’t be free from bondage instead
I want to consume the Word like wine and bread
But, I’m foolish and regretful…mournful and in anguish in bed…
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like an alcoholic, I want that drink
Sobriety is harder than I think
Because, like a smoker, I want to smoke away my issues and let the shower water collide into the sink
Sobriety, I believe, is possible
I’m improving — God has done the impossible
In my life…in my life…
Of peace and strife
Still, I don’t know exactly how I feel right now
But I’m feeling at ease with myself somehow
Sobriety is in my grasp, I understand
That I have relapsed, but know that His mercy is at hand
fearless
rather brazen
occassionally broken
zealous
empath vibes…
nostalgic at night
imaginative, isolative, unpredictable
neglected in the cold for life
peace, come…come shine…
laced in loneliness, left behind
acknowledging the feeling of all alone
crimson remorse bleeds on these foresty, snowy grounds
engulfed in enduring this trial…surrounded by trees at every angle…caving in on me and zeroing in on me…I’m suffocating and I’m sweating insane, frozen in place in your lonesome lane and like rain…a dried up, soaked and melted snow in the drain in vain…in woe…
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Dare to tread my . . .
Ageless, countless…endless
Voyages…of…vulnerability?
Empty and freezing fractals — the tears I cry are but a frozen reminder of what you’ve done to me … abandoning me, left behind…only to find…rejection and lack of affection and your erect sense of pride … broken up inside…me…melt me an eternity of paradise before my oceanic, wilderness eyes…break me and sugar-coat me in lullabies and your senseless, heartless lies! I’ve had enough of this maltreatment and resentment, quilting guilt trips upon my neglected, nauseated cranium of claustrophobic, catastrophic lonesomeness; regardless of my progress, I am still this frozen-in-place mess of distress
Rife are grievous echoes lamenting worldwide
From widespread disgust clamoring weary sigh,
Perturbed in lonesomeness, bawling in dark,
Clasped beneath shroud of tenebrous clouds,
Rendering world aghast in grip of distraught.
Battlefield is raging, tearing apart humanity,
Women and children are dying of atrocities
From bombs and missiles fired indiscriminately
Destroying buildings, annihilating normalcy,
As lives scatter, fleeing death and uncertainty.
Fueled by anger, pent-up distress is brewing,
Helplessness is stirring, caught in pandemic,
Lives once dynamic are static, unengaging;
Minds are bewildered, hearts are agitating,
Feelings, once solemn, have now turned eerie.
Oceans are heating, hurricanes are churning,
The Alps are melting, yet the rivers are drying,
Cities are flooding, neighborhoods are drowning,
In uncontrolled infernos forests are burning,
Unfathomable climate is plaguing farm yields.
Gales stirring extremes roil storms of suffering,
Lava churning desperation is boiling, bubbling,
Ready to erupt violently spewing angst volcanic,
Challenging fate openly, tired of venting silently,
Foretelling of warning: a blow-up is simmering.
November 4, 2022
Placed 1st: This or That, Vol 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Tile chosen: Tinderbox
“My beloved Knight, my Knight of the Word
I am but no more than a futile peasant to be left unheard
I fear my existence has only to cause more trouble than of help
To seek borrowed time will mean moments of time lessen to be dealt
I’m nay to remember much after the entry of the leech
And bearing this eventful catastrophe, I’m more to be certain under siege
If nay to be now, there may never well be another time to share a secret of mine
And mayhaps this secret I should have once regarded with time
Of given periods through our acquaintances, our journey as one
From a time since a beginning, whence our names come undone
My affection towards you were to be a hundred years away
Loved you were by both Ei-rian and me till even this very day
I haven’t the courage to voice my hidden passion and desire
To only travel in silence, in an ever lonesomeness of timeless dire
Too much lies at hand to know emotions must be left aside
With the war weighing upon our dreaded lives, have we only the will to fight!
And appearing thereafter, is to be Ei-rian the Angel of Dreams
Yet, she be the only one who can show you what The Ancients is to mean
Thereafter my engiven freedom, heard were grave news of you
Death upon swift wings in exchange to begin my life anew
When heard were tales about your traveling with Ei-rian
I am to envy the path of love between you and the Angel of Dreams
And as lonely as The Ancients is to be with no one else
I’m to learn later, the cause of your death was from love itself
Since your return, I do fear to present my love as once again
Yet now… I fear even more to die without a love to remain
Though as uncertain from then as now, I am nay to know how you feel?
However, I rather you know before my time with death be seal
If love from you has nay a blossom for me, I do understand
And I’m nay to ask for return, neither of borrowed love to lend
I’m lighthearted indeed to have a chance to voice my aspiration
Moreover to know, us be traveling together to our destination
How have you the capability to save me? I’m nay to know…
My life now will forever be indebted to you, must you enfold!”
Of Life Unknown
Those nights simply vanishes along
A memory of her only remains now in dreams
In exchange, is of lonesomeness whence love begone
Alike some thoughts, taking upon stolen wings
Somehow time amazes me much still
Little by little, I’ve forgotten how to love her
Time, probably being the best medicine to heal
Else some passion isn’t that of comfort so dear
I needed some form of isolation I lack
As I remember those words which had drawn me some while ago
Pondering once again, was he a demon himself I’ve met?
Am I forsaken even by him, or must I await yet another morrow?
A shimmer to every passing hour remains
Awaiting in silence, yearning for company like never before
Yet, time is withering away like it never became
Beyond eternal realm, are you not to appear once more?
With the whelming silence echoing the night
Of shadows gracing the walls, seemingly much livelier than I
A moment to be, a moment enchanted of unearthly delights
I suddenly felt unnaturally calm, almost certain I could fly
“Am one not to know, of my presence you solemnly seek
Is not summon upon a wish, in turn, I am only to response if
tranquility will permit
Perhaps this engiven enlightenment might aid you to further understand
Where spirits travel lone, better wizen is simply through timeless when
I sense one’s awakening emotions of anguish withheld
Be in acceptance to embrace for one’s thought to be read well
Welcome that of which need not guidance to be heard
Surrender oneself wholesomely and answers will unveil through
unspoken words
In the darkest days of indecision
I lay in my lonesomeness
dazzled by the uncertainties of my desires.
Just then
I flashed back to the sweetest memory of your smile
driving me into the coldest of sweet sensation.
The feeling in a glimpse soon found an in-depth elation,
running through my spine, that lit up a smile
spreading fast like a ripple in the deep see.
At this point, it was clear
that I had been clenched by your deepest warmth of affection
which has subdued the entirety of my indecisiveness.
Like a light bulb, illuminating a gloom,
I felt a light of strength in my heavy heart.
The smile on my face became so deep
that I felt like a throng was gazing.
The thoughts of you became a catalyst to a swift transition
from the solitude that had almost eaten deep into my mood.
Overwhelmed with joy, and in silence,
I Affirmed: " it could only be you"
I may have made wrong choices, but chosing you is the best of them,
and I will always choose you in a million time.
A touch of grace
From a moment before
Dreams in dire to chase
Of times in denial to recall
Despairing becomes otherwise
Comparing returns in favor
Days and nights in disguise
Lives living when already its over
Shall not with words to hear
To think lesser of times in fear
When so far is everything but near
Of a blinded self will never dear
Divine without that which matters
Like lonesomeness only friends can create
A clouded mind forever bothers
When a self is no one to relate
Dreams returning to chase
Belonging in times if to recall
With a touch of stolen grace
Of moments forgotten to adore
aN An Alone Gathering- -
'Loneliness!' I, 'think I am of alone.'
Alone in the spirit, mind and tongue
Alone whole always known
This that I am alone
That splendid homesickness
Wishes for the gatherings
the stage fright brought such sorrow
I wished for not to borrow
In there stepped a nagging helplessness
Much I marveled this lonely deadliness, yet
The lonely, longing, lurching thus I’m not rehearsing
I heard of the lonely, I am one
Loveless soling beyond help
in near stepped a shod purposelessness
that moment my soul grew more lonely
I heard a single, insecure racketing
All my mind and soul in me racketing
I remember I was desolating
My mind always strays to insecurities
Much I marveled the vagrant lonesomeness
Come together with the many have not no one an enemy
3/5/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020©
So sweet
The lonesomeness of the city light street
has me hearing the sound of my heart beat,
I quickly fall to sleep, I wake up and stand
looking outside from my widow balcony.
I see two homeless men standing in line
whom I randomly see in this street,
scuffling in their packets from a handouts,
for good bite to eat as they gladly retrieve their treat
which is a pleasant cite for flooded eyes to see
moreover on the opposite side of the street,
I see people set down enjoying
a late morning sunny breeze in front of a restaurant
chattering, bonding, eating and drinking as
I share with them lessoning to the smooth sound
of the music, children laughing and playing
on the playground and on hard concrete street however
not wanting to hear the havoc of the noise,
and the rush of a saturated street.
That is a part of life... which can be sound and can be so sweet.
So Sweet Poetry 10/28/10 by Keith K. Relf