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I am not sure what to ask for
Bliss we chase ;Sadness we live for
Escape we want ;Victory we cry for
We walk on the land and
land is what We wish to be free from
I am not sure if it will be right
what I ask for?
There are Adventures in within
the absence of light ,
After a mutiny of fall
Stories embedded in me Rise.
In there is not the River I know ,
not the Mountain of snow I saw,
not the Moon pale white;
No bewilderment of any Kind.
I look till the far end
I stood shaken,
How important am I
to have this place taken?
Surrounding Me is a World of art
amidst it what mattered was
How I carry MY Heart.
To summon as I close my Eyes
In the lights of that night
almost in the middle of time,
Justification demanded was
only to check if I was alright.
If the River soothed MY lies
If the Mountains make ME rise
If only the pale moon light
can make MY heavy heart light.
What more shall I ask for
Places I chase shall not be an Escape
for what's heart felt,
In the last breath I tell
Eyes shall look for an uncanny calmness.
In depth as our Grief ,
the smile invoked by our Relief.
In within is the Experience ,
Exploring the world is
mere a Reassurance.
The End to Experience is beyond
there are stations I will feel belonged
I shall walk on lands of every sort
Stories of Despair might be
the bliss we chase for,
our cries remain limitless,
But I am not sure if it is right
For Me to Ask More.
SHE IS A SINGER
THAT YOU LACK
THE INTELLGENCE OF KNOWING!
WHO IS THIS, HE SAID: SPEAKING
OF THE PERSON
WHO HAS BEEN CALLING
EACH DAY. tHAN THE VOICE SAID
"I WILL TELL YOU WHAT
YOU NEED TO KNOW",
HE SLAMMED THE PHONE DOWN
BEFORE SAYING" WRONG NUMBER."
WHO WAS THAT ASKED HIS WIFE, YOU KNOW
THOSE GUYS CALL HERE PLAYING ON
THE PHONE, I GUESS THEY WERE FREINDS
OF MERISU.YEAH I GUESS THEY
WERE FREINDS OF MERISU, SHE HAD AN
OBOE DIDN'T SHE HE ASKED, HIS WIFE
ANWSERING, YES AND A DRUMSET
AND A COUPLE OTHER INSTRUMENTS
THE GUY ON THE PHOONE SAID
SOMETHING ABOUT KNOWING THE TRUTH
IT SAID THESE THINGS
LA FEMME PORTE DU ROUGE
LES APPLAUDISSEMENTS EST DEVENU PLUS FORT
IL SE RAIT QU'IL ALLAIT
MAUDIRE ALORS IL A COMMENCE A MAUDIRE
SA MERE A DIT QUE 'IL MAUDISSANT LE DIABLE
L'EMMENERAIT EN ENFER
BATON DE LEVRE SUR SES
TIROIRS SOYEUX BLANCS
JE SUIS UN CHAT DE TANDIS QUE
JAMBON ACTE DE MAIGRE
J'AI CRU ENTRENDRE TON FILS
ON POUT SE MARIER
MAINTENANT ?
SA FEMME LVI LANCE
DES OEUFS... ELLE EST EN COLERE IL A TRICHE
QUI EST LE ROUGE A LEVRES
ROSE PRTANT FEMME?
AND FINDING OUT WHAT'S GOING ON
I HEARD THAT MERISU WAS IN FRANCE
ON TOUR WITH DELGRIN'S NEICE
TRICE AND MR. GELTRIFE, WELL ONE OF THOSE
CLOWNS MIGHT BE PLAYING ON THE PHONE.
CALL MERISU, AND TELL HER
I'VE BEEN RECORDING SOME STRANGE
FREAK, SOMEONE SHE PROBABLY DATED
AND HE'S BEEN FOOL ENEOUGH TO
BELEIVE HER LIES,
AND WE BELEIVE THIS
DICKLICKER IS PLAYING
ON OUR PHONE,
AND WE'VE BEEN RECORDING
THE WHOLE THING, AND
WE ARE GONNA PAWN
THE INSTRUMENTS IN THE
CELLER AND PAY SOME ONE
TO PUT THIS FREAK'S WORDS
TO MUSIC, AND THEN
WE ARE GONNA PUT
IT ON THE RADIO.
HAD YOU HEARD MY HEART BEATS?
The staircase made your high heels sing.
I stood at the entrance of the the hall.
I was listening to my heart beats to ring.
Did you hear my silent voice trying to call?
You were swift on stairs on misty morning
I was keen to observe rhythmic steps on stair.
Sun was off, mystic mist seemed on mourning.
I was wishing you to tun back and stare.
Suddenly blazing Sun peeped in the East.
I was watching your crimson dress in flare.
Sun rays started to evaporate mist.
You were miser even mere a glance to spare.
You vanished in fading mist! Sun in glare.
Did you hear my heart beats to pulsate?
You didn't look at me for once, simply didn't care.
leaving my heart beats only to accelerate.
09/14/18
Edited on 11/ 12 /22
2022 poetry Marathon Mile 20
Contest by Mark Toney
Spleen
by Paul Verlaine
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The roses were so very red;
The ivy, impossibly black.
Dear, with a mere a turn of your head,
My despair’s flooded back!
The sky was too gentle, too blue;
The sea, far too windswept and green.
Yet I always imagined?or knew?
I’d again feel your spleen.
Now I'm tired of the glossy waxed holly,
Of the shimmering boxwood too,
Of the meadowland’s endless folly,
When all things, alas, lead to you!
Paul-Marie Verlaine (1844-1896) was a French poet and a prominent figure in the Symbolist and Decadent poetry movements. Verlaine has been called "one of the most purely lyrical of French poets." Keywords/Tags: Verlaine, French, translation, Paris, spleen, rose, roses, ivy, depression, despair, sky, sea, blue, green, red, black, holly, boxwood
A CONVERSATION
I rushed to attend the call “Hi! Who is there?”
“How are you going on My Dear!”
“In which respect do you expect
my response? Let me hear.
Regarding my health, you caress?
Or my mental restlessness!
Or about any
domestic monotony?
Or apprehending disturbances
in my circumstances?
Or disinterested totally!
Call is mere a courtesy.”
“Why do you enjoy just
to hurt me. I am introvert.
You know, I can’t help
to express myself.
But you are aware
of my passion, Dear.”
“No. You are passive.
Emotion may be massive,
but hidden in core of heart
Dear, you are so inert!”
“Since last week
I could not speak.
I am eager to listen
about your weekly bulletin.”
“Cover story of my news letter
shows till you are not intimate
to me, you know that better.”
09/ 01/16
Second Place
'STRAND SELECT B' Contest by Brian Strand
Myself
Me! Mere a lady not fairy
Wished to be very Special,
Noble, High Intellectual,
Sublime, Supernatural,
But turned just ordinary.
God-gifted was my talent.
Goal was ahead to access
through hostile circumstances.
Failure dominated success,
in old age only to lament.
Started as child prodigy
devoid of proper love and care,
lacking in genuine partner to share,
being a lone fighter to bear and dare
in last phase composed an elegy.
04/02/16
the pulse of night i fear it not today
it comes to me in silent beats that fade
a claim it stakes upon a heart of staid
in rhythmic strikes of somber time to splay
i clasp my hands on bend of knee and pray
to walk away from death's own hopeless shade
and find the path beyond the live's it slayed
then blush again beyond the skies of gray
i see the past as darkness lifts its veil
it bids itself farewell in leaps of hope
then brims within this heart i give to you
a love so deep it speaks with great avail
my heart i lay upon this endless scope
but mere a wish is all that i can do
December 29,2019
I always pray to contend any hindrance, not to flee.
I wish to stay sturdy not to bend in dismay.
When forgiveness is mere a weakness,
I will suppress my compassion but act ruthless in action.
If competent, I pray to win with my inherent strength,
putting dedication, devotion, diligence, demanding right recognition.
‘Save me from danger’ is not my prayer,
but I pray to my soul to show light to act precise..
I pray to proceed with courage and vigor holding my head erect.
My earnest prayer silently murmurs in mind:
I must not be deceived: ‘My love and work should get honored.’
MISCHIEF
'Don’t get scared. Why are you making frown?
Coming from down town me mere a timid clown.
Please do have firm belief.
Won’t do any mischief.
I am peace-lover in glossy green gown.
Quiet in nature wearing golden crown.
Behind my crown is hidden a single horn
Don’t get afraid, with this gift I am born.
Accept posy of rose.
Please hug me n come close.
If you don’t, with my hit you will be torn.
‘ll turn mischievous: Me unicorn.
09/1/18
Extended form of limerick 10-10-5-6-10-10 syllables
'A Form of Mischief' Contest by Nina Parameter