Long Mood Poems
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Yesterday morning the sun rose on cue;
lighting the heavens in purple and pink.
Everything rosy with nothing askew;
life was worth living with nature in sync.
Sun rise today finds the world much more grey;
storm clouds above put a mist on my mood.
You have now met a new man as you say;
he is your future, is what you conclude.
Left here behind with my head in my hand;
wondering why you just did what you did.
Guessing I’m not the white knight as you planned;
giving you comforting…heaven forbid.
Gave you my heart and you took it with ease;
ripped it to shreds and you caused me great pain;
went on your way to do as you please.
Life will go on yet the storm clouds remain.
Dotcom was not in the mood for company to come in
He was trying to balance the books with paper and pen
Here is a pencil his owner said; her name was Sue.
She could not balance her checkbook at forty-two.
Dotcom was not amused, he wanted to eat his kibble.
He thought he had the mistake figured, but it was not a nibble.
He was tired of doing all of this work in this ridiculous house.
Are you kidding? Said the cat. I have to collect every danged mouse.
He and the cat commiserated a bit, both feeling put out.
He finally found the error and gave a bark and a shout!
The cat dropped the danged mouse and began to pout.
It is a zoo in this household, in case you have any doubt.
I wandered ¦¦¦¦¦¦ as a cloud
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ o'er vales and hills,
When ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ I saw a crowd,
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ of golden daffodils;
¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
They stretched in never-ending line
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Ten thousand ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Tossing their heads ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
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¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ such ¦¦¦ jocund company:
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What wealth the show to me had brought:
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ when on my couch I lie
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ pensive mood,
They flash upon ¦¦¦¦ inward eye
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the bliss of solitude;
¦¦¦ then my heart ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ dances with the daffodils.
(Blackout of )
There is one lass, and one alone, compels the sun - no other,
And as it just so happens, that bonny maid's my mother!
Now, don't you dare make mention of her fast-expanding corset,
For just one taste, her hummus paste - I'm sure that you'd endorse it.
You've never seen such rosy cheeks, (the same, her nose and ears) ...
It matters not her flushing skin means one too many beers ...
And, oh, that golden voice of hers, like a choir of angels singing!
So bright and clear, to pound your ear, (you'll get used to all the
ringing).
And my-oh-my, her generous heart! Almost always gifting food ...
(I'm forced to eat the stuff myself, so she won't get in "that" mood).
She has the softest skin I know, the coldest wind won't phase her,
With the cutest little mustache, (though it's time she bought a razor).
And oh-my-gosh, her hugs - divine! The warm technique she uses ...
She'll squeeze you like a pipe wrench, (don't mind the breaks and
bruises).
Don't even THINK to call her "fat", or feel my wrath, thereof ...
As Dad said, ('fore he disappeared), "There's SO much there to love!"
Ah - that whole thing with father, well, she says he ran away ...
Tho' he left his ring and dentures, (did she close the well that day?).
Indeed, she has a winning smile - such charm, it does bequeath!
I know her glow will warm you so, (despite those missing teeth).
What's best, her witty comebacks, you'll be laughing hard, I guess,
(I suggest you DO, or option two, is the club beneath her dress).
Oh, the love and joys with mother, now where on earth do I begin?
I'd be happy to keep yapping ... (for another fifth of gin).
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Gin In the Morning" Poetry Contest, Julia Ward, Judge & Sponsor.
Submitted on July 13, 2018 to the "Amuse Me With Your Rhyme - Let A Man From Asia Be Your Guide" Poetry Contest, Nick Trim, Judge & Sponsor. Still Pending.
I don't know why, but Sitruc was in a 'song mood' today. Some
songs of old came to mind. So, he looked them up and played them.
Each one of those five songs reminded him of, well, himself.
Each song seemed to have represented a part of 'his story'.
One was a song about a call from a loved one to 'come home'.
She was PLEADING.
Another spoke of a relationship gone sour and going nowhere.
They both were BLEEDING.
Song #3 describes
a lover's secret escape to parts unknown.
He was LEAVING.
Yet another spoke of one desiring to touch base with yesterday.
He was LONGING.
And lastly, Sitruc played a song about something beautiful.
Something to which he was never connected, was MISSING.
I think the worst thing about Sitruc's Friday song mood
was the fact that all five songs were sad SINGING.
By early Saturday morning, long before sunrise, Sitruc
was very aware that deep inside, he was GRIVING.
I know. We all have stories and like Sitruc,
Some parts of our story are strangely PUZZLING.
Rainy, rainy life-
Rainy, rainy life...
Blowing cold winds ...even in my dreams
Colors gone, even evergreens...
I think about the joy, I had with you
Now grey dwells within my soul...
Nothing exists to fill the hole
Seeds were planted ...but they cannot grow
In sterile, barren and forgotten soil
Chorus
Daily I will pray...
for strength to face, another day
Tomorrow's a turning world away
I can't think about it now...
Your mem'rys forever burned in my mind...
Unchanged with passing time
Rainy, rainy life...
Morning glory, hyacinthine blue
Colors blaze with fading hues...
Rainbows appear, immutable my mood,
Darkness has imbued
Salmon colored roses bloom...
I reside in constant gloom...
Awaiting your return with open arms
Chorus
Daily I will pray...
for strength to face, another day
Tomorrow's a turning world away
I can't think about it now...
Your mem'rys forever burned in my mind...
Unchanged with passing time
Rainy, rainy life...
pictures of the love we shared...
Mem'ries of loved one's that cared
My eyes see everything, but now I'm blind...
Life's been to me so unkind
People look and they stop and stare....
a homeless man , traveling to nowhere...
Standing watching cars pass in the pouring rain.
Chorus
Daily I will pray...
for strength to face, another day
Tomorrow's a turning world away
I can't think about it now...
Your mem'rys forever burned in my mind...
Unchanged with passing time
fade
John Derek Hamilton
September 10,2016
God gave the world color to add interest and beauty,
Matched and perfectly blended, from purples to ruby,
From autumn leaves to endless lavender fields of joy,
And from forest birds, to evening sunsets we enjoy!
Cherished sweet blooms, crowding the gardens of summer,
Days like the gay peacocks, strutting past in a blur!
The orchards of sunshine days, ripe and pretty to eat,
And the whiteness of winter, giving relief from heat.
The moments of springtime are brimming with greenness,
From vivid tulip fields to honeycomb's amber sweetness,
And the profound blackness of each starry jet midnight,
And the pale changeless moon, lending its silver light!
Clouds that change colors according to the sun's mood,
And the brightly hued harvests that we consume as food,
Rainbows and bright planets, such as our neighbor, Mars-
I'd dearly love to read, Earth's kaleidoscopic memoirs!
When I was first around her I showed her true care
if you're scared to speak look at me I'm there
when you're outnumbered back you up we'll pair
I'll protect you from harm anytime anywhere
when she was beaten down feeling mentally bruised
sat alone on the wall down the end confused
I wandered over try and pick up her mood
times she was happy she’d raise the roof
I sat there with her awhile she let out her mind
said she felt at her lowest after treated unkind
so I told her honestly what I thought to be kind
said you're a diamond rare personality to find
but her bloke had anger she was never spared
thought this unfair let her know someone cared
talking alone grew trust respect and we shared
I'd always protect her when she felt scared
walked her around when she got her first takeaway
it was never a problem to go out my way
it was so sweet how she was nervous on the way
let her know I'll take lead if not sure what to say
We were only ever friends, best, like brother and sister
she's not in my life now it's sad and I've missed her
true care creates love I don't need to be her mister
once something so great now a mental blister
no one else cared for me but she always seemed too
lost my job as friends true colours shone through
showed how you’re treated when they care for you
was my best friend once but now thinks I'm delude
I'm writing this to deal with the fact I don't see you
I wish you all the best may blessings be with you
wonder if you think of me doubting you do
I wish you were here I will always miss you
Fernando Ramone was a Latin lover
Who dazzled the girls with his charm
He could often be seen strolling along
With a gorgeous girl on each arm
It didn't feel much different this night
Though the mood in the bar was uneasy
As he wandered in, all eyes were on him
He was sweating and feeling queasy
Tension was thick, could be cut with a knife
With conviction he strode to the bar
A shot rang out from the back of the room
Ramone dropped, his mouth oddly ajar
Patrons froze as he lay in a heap
Not a single sound could be heard
A man emerged from the back of the room
Strode forward without saying a word
Gasps were heard as he came into the light
Deputy Marshall John Parker by name
Tracking down Ramone for many years
A rampage of mayhem his fame
Ramone was wanted in twenty-three states
For a ten year murderous spree
Asked why he shot him without any warning
Parker mumbled the name Anabellee
Anabellee was one of his victims
And the daughter of Deputy John
Rage and revenge was all he could feel
Then the vengeance was suddenly gone
Deputy Parker is now serving time
For the murder of Fernando Ramone
Some say Parker should really be freed
But killing cannot be condoned
My heart feels light
With cheer in sight
My mind sees clear
With tact that spears
My will lives poise
With a plain voice
My tact feels sure
With thoughts laid pure
My pulse springs well
With breath that tells
My talk brings sighs
With happy highs
My words fling wit
With comic fit
My day finds zest
With sanguine quest
My love knows joy
With fun and ploys
My time is brief
With flakes of grief
My space is here
With precious spheres.
My moments breeze
With humour's squeeze
My laughter comes
With funny sums
My mood swings grace
With change of pace
My gaze is mild
With inner child
My days reveal
With joy that heals
Leon Enriquez
11 November 2014
Singapore