Long Moping Poems
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Before my fallen wings I plead
Let me carry out this deed
Find a love in desperate need
Of a white knight on a steed
I already have a girl in mind
Are souls have met forever bind
Lost in chaos, torn in time
She is my melody for this rhyme
If you let me lover her now
I'll go into the lights shroud
Commiting no unspoken vows
Salvaging a princess leaving proud
In her unrest she might die
I feel compelled to save a life
There is no reason or a why
She can't be happy as a wife
A guarding angel I am to her
Send me to your beautiful earth
To enter a chance for rebirth
I am the remedy for this curse
I am speaking to the grim reaper
I need a miracle before I sleep sir
Letting you chase me creeper
Into the darkness ever deeper
Permit me to adjust my sails
Select a crew that never fails
Live through all the grails
Have a romance found in fairy tales
(her)He must be big and strong
Massive shoulders to carry on
The work that's hard and long
To keep me safe and right the wrong
I am sad to be like this
Crying moping and drawing a fist
To the sky, screaming a list
Of my problems little priss
Out of the shadows he came
Bearing white, massive the same
Hushing me to comfort and explain
His business here, also his name
(Angel)My name is Micheal a worrior man
Here to change your coarse of plan
Bestow upon you an awakening fan
That keeps alive with a tan
Escape with me out of this place
Hurry, run, lets make haste
You'll remain dignified and chaste
Where no one can hurt your darling face
We could live somewhere exotic
Live the dream with love erotic
Just be us, excluding the chaotic
To decline is said to be idiotic
Grab an extra shirt and pants
We'll leave right now, expose this chance
To take hold of something with a glance
Of humanity with a slight reminisce
(girl)Alright, we can go
Somewhere warm minus the snow
Sleeping by the fires glow
Seeing more than we know
Somewhere I can where a dress
Running wild without the stress
Enjoy having emotional sex
With a man big in the chest!
(Micheal)You have made the right choice
I admire your sweet tone of voice
The way you walk and your poise
This is our moment relax, rejoice!
To this day I do enclose
A vacation that I propose
You could wear little clothes
Pushing away all your foes.
Crushing and deystroying all your demons!
in this world of the limped nuptial
i’ve appeared as a power-missile of the lac-dye
that is used by the hindu women
to paint the border of their feet
the tooth-ache of some-one pumpkin
that grows on the thatched roof of a hut
has wringed spirally
my mythological birth with corporate death
managing and arranging my thoughts
on what I was in the past
what I would be in the future
or what is my dos at present
the wonder-paintings of the altamira cave
unfolds its wings beside my painful in-growing nail
and in her own sky of miss marry
my hands become so much condensed in every drops
as if within that moping smog
without any speech
speaks the twinkle twinkle little star…
beside that labour pain what awakes then
is the patronage of a one-horned idea
along which while walking without much preparation
i can enter into any e-mail
though our love pulls a very long-face about itself
and in the opinion of the married women
the sigh of the sin ? of our love wants to cultivate
mustered-seeds on the soil of the inhabitants
of this human-life
with a stick by which the monkeys are driven out
what more can i say in lieu of
a piece of red-salute written in green ink
if i say in the dawn of the 52-cards
i touch your face
by the hands of a school-boy
your calmness and earthly perfume
make me stunned
then in this field of sweat and war
the explosion of logic and intellect
of your top-floor
seems more famous anchor than the milk
that spilt over on the fire
and more to say
when daubing all over the body
all taste of the path of joy
enter into then fort of gold you can notice there
when in some unknown moment
my pajama dies socially
by the bite of the snails and oysters
to keep the heart of the break-kiln always move
this form-less interactions are so well
in the harvest-arrangement of the late-autumn
we are all uttering the name of cherry-flower
and begging shelter from the mango leaves
The chill within air so crisp
and scents of morning dew
the light of dawn is but a wisp
of gold streaked with pink hues.
My eyes are heavy, sleepy still
the house is silent yet
at kitchen sink from window sill
I peer into dawn's silhouette.
The scent of brewing coffee seeps
into my every sense
the birds disturb the dreams in sleep
under such cheerful pretense.
Hot coffee steam beneath my nose
as I wake each little child
receiving mean looks as they doze
back into their dreams beguiled.
The bathroom groans from over use
and the fridge is calling quits
from every corner comes a new excuse
for each unperky morning person's fit!
"He squeezed out all my hair gel!"
"I can't find my shoes!"
"Gimme my brush before I tell!"
"Shh! I can't hear the news!"
"I want Cheerios!"
"I want pancakes!"
"I want Circus O's!"
"Agree for goodness sakes!"
"He's in my seat!"
"She took my spoon!"
"Where's the Shredded Wheat?"
"Can you pick me up at noon?"
So peaceful and so still
standing at the windows sill
wheels rolling over the hill
the sound of rescue trills.
"Outta here! Get on the bus!"
A line of moping faces...
"Shh... hear that? No more fuss
their off to wake up other places!"
"Ahhh, the morning, such a thrill
no voice clanging in my head to fill
my brain with pain against my will...
not one...none, nada, nil..."
Well, it was a sweet dream just until...
the chase of toddler-hood ensues again,
"Momma! Momma! Me here still!"
begins the hours of seek and destroy then!
Second breakfast...smeared and tossed
one more bath and then a race
racing after with the pants he "lost"
a wrestling match to keep him in one place.
Sweetest giggles on the air,
of brimming toddler joy!
Though Beetlejuice inspired his hair
I'm not up to the task of brushing that boy!
Trucks and cars and boats and trains
Duplo blocks stacked in a wagon
a moment of semi-silence comes again
and into caffeine dreams I go again!
Its time at last..The furor'e is well past.' For those who fronted
Who shamed? And claimed the high ground? and spoke of a
Deaths knells blast.' Who trotted out (so called experts?) And ranted as well .' They warned all the people, in a manner
Real grave.' Now there are samples of blood from those
Who died really brave' And i'm sure more will be given by those now alive.'
And also from the polo's samples must be taken.! To search out
To ascertain just ( w h o might be faking.? As we know all
Leaders value trust' ny not breaking its hallmark; a must' of certain
when there is
Danger' any fear or even doubt.? Yet In panic central; old Canberra
the drawbridge went up' as all about, the the country news was
Sprung; like a spider from its web.' We must save the oldies
It first was out spread..We saw this was to change..Even young got the
Hit.' Then a hero truckie, said i've hat a gutfull.' Of these half-wits And lit out
For the capital, just as i was hoping.' As near two million
Woke up.' They'd had enough of moping.' Rod Culleton
And Hoody also good Johnny Larter Ricardo Bosi..These
for starters wil l'do The goons got in a panic and I hear l r a d s
Were deployed.? I'm tellin you!! On a civillian gathering..On childern holding but toys.! In rage and frustration i watched it play
Out.' Midst the noise drainstream media pushed out mis-infoiThe
Word anti-vaxers and a dangerous mob, were staple lies.'
they used our people to prod.! Well right is right.! that one thing they said stands true..So lets begin testing ( thats the way now
True blue ) it will show solidarity and foster trust.' In
The true Aussie spirit..I believe its a must.) From scum'o though
In Britain and old albo too." andrews and dutton the whole motley crew.! Stand and be counted its only a jab.'
Prove it or lose, it! its your time 'even brad no hazard' also to
Others is my motto today.' As tribute to our heros for
We approach... A N Z A C DAY !!!!!!!
Hey you sweet and frightened little girl
Lift up your eyes and look at me
I know, I know exactly how you do feel
I am you, you are me; and for this I shall tell you some words of secrecy
Pray, be not so downcast
The bad days do never last
Someday, what you do see as being hell, will be of the past
So pray, to pain and hurt and humiliation, do not cling on so fast
Worry not if nobody does ever see you
Someday your wonder worth shall come out
Then, everyone shall praise you
So please, rub off from your face, that scary pout
Life does not be so hard
Of course, you should be cautious,
You are after all, a being so precious
But mind you, life shall be for you, a glorious reward
Instead of focusing on trying to find love among those who do roam the Earth
Pray, build up your faith
Love does be of several forms
One of them does come from the divine realms
Someday, you shall come to know of what I do mean
Then, you shall regret for having wasted away your days
Then, you shall care not whether you are sixty or sixteen
For life does be not true, mind what the holy book says
Love rather, those who do be there for you
Love your family, your closed ones, those who do battle for you
Serve them, instead of always being angry
Reward them, instead of always moping around, feeling always so sorry
Mind not if you do dream too much
Someday, your dreams you will reach
Someday, to the world you shall teach
That dreams do come true, that the secret lies in knowing how to search!
Care a bit more about your studies
Care for them as to the future, they do hold the keys
I know you do realize not, for blinded you are in the false
I know, worn out you are, in trying to find your own voice!
But hey, listen, life shall be beautiful
Someday, it shall sing for you, a melody
Someday, it shall end, all dutiful
So please, care not to be so moody!
Crackling blood lies in these forest grounds
Grass growing by its lively effect…
Growing a grimace to the environment
As the predators hung her on the branches,
carving her left eye on the oak tree
and carving her right eye on the olive tree
They grow livelier…
sucking up the carrions from off the ground
Drowning the vines that try to
suffocate and remove them for life
left to be in history…unceasingly forgotten
Now the forest has industrialized into an Eye Forest
Eyes protruding…extorting on the tree trunks
Liquefied by anguish…they had wished to escape
Their pupils punctured by arrows of death
They grow more affectionate towards the lively soul…
watching people suffer in indignity and disproof
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
Hunted by the worst predator out there
in the deepest of the forest
The eyes seem to stare into your own
Locked with your frightening vibes
Feeling your dangling fears and pain
Weeping them insane…
there is no one out there to be blamed,
even in the deepest of the forest
Oh you carrion heart, soul and body
you are accepted to the collection
and grow insanely and look into a world of reflection
You are one of those who lie in the midst of obscurity
JUST wait till the day of Resurrection...
Oh you carrion soul and body
Surviving through the shadows of the forest,
roaming along the compacted forest,
moping about in displeasure
because without a doubt
you are a magnificent collection
to the eye generation
to look upon a cheerless, remorseful life,
Given away by the predator
They soon diminish the evidence…
Here’s that living evidence! Hidden proof!
You’re left for dead after all
Allow them to spread one of your eyes
on this tantalizing tree
Let them do their job as a hunter
Your awareness is diminished
Allow yourself to not be startled
Lose yourself,
and later on, you’ll break free of pain and fear
The trees ache with a pain only those who have witnessed true horror
The swinging rope moping for it had been turned to a killer
The threads unravelling trying to escape
A maze with no end
Running, running, running Away
Yet still can't escape its fate
A fallen leaf a tear of the tree
Weeping for a life no more
Haunted by the thought of how many more
Will face a death so brutal
The branches snap screaming in pain
Wishing to not be a ploy in their game
The blood Soaked roots
Will grow into a plant who will wear their name
The sun has hidden things will never be the same
A life lost is a star gained
The world grieves with drops of rain
Trying to control a harrowing pain
The buildings still paying respects
Dressed in a layer of a grief so known
For centuries it stood a witness to a tragedy all alone
The broken windows shattered by the screams it spoke
Choked by the air which had lost all hope
What must become of a body disposed
More blood than man
The red that shows
Maybe good can come evil where flowers may grow
Maybe the sky will gift a rainbow
To bring hope for another tomorrow
What becomes of body now gone
What happens to a family who couldn't mourn
A death that brought about violent storm
The earth has quietened
The streets forlorn
Watching another black families heart be torn
The end of a funeral left to a house rid of warmth
The world haunted by the joy long gone
What becomes of a world without the lights on
What becomes of a world that houses an atmosphere so cold
What becomes of a world where the that barely holds on
Slowly crumbling its foundations
The structure that holds everything up
Has now been torn down
What becomes of a world that let's black people down
It becomes a place where joy becomes a ghost town
I wake up in the morning feeling sorrow clear as day
My family sees me moping but don’t know what to say
I walk around the house, waiting for a hint
But nothing came around, I’m looking for my end
My friends don’t like me, although they do smile in my face
But as soon as I’m gone, they take back everything they say
They hate who I am, they hate where I come from
I hate being treated like I’m someone on the run
My mom is crazy, well that’s what everyone says
They look and me and think, “oh, she’s as good as dead”
I want to prove them wrong, I want to show them different
But what if they’re right, and I’m just being a hypocrite
I stare at the sky, as if in a daze
But my family tells me that what I’m going through is just a faze
I want to believe them, I really do
But at this moment I just want it to be through
I woke up one day and decided to end it all
I knew that all I had to do was take a really big fall
So I went outside and looked for some high places
But I couldn’t find a place that was good to my tastes
I then decided I wanted to die from my favorite place
So I climbed on the roof of my house and stood as straight as a lace
I looked at the sky and all I saw was blue
Standing there, I finally realized the truth
My life was in my hands and I could make it better
I knew no one could make me unhappy, not even locking me in a cellar
The sun was shining bright as I decided to go back down
I turned to go down the ladder without one trace of a frown
I took one step and then my foot slipped
As I fell I kept my hand, on my hip
My parents found my body, as they returned home
They knew it would happen, everyone said my life was written in stone
As my funeral came and the days passed on by
Everyone thought that I had committed…
Suicide
Form:
A shadow of the sun
a silhouette created by a sunset
One more summer has came and went
and I'm sitting inbetween the hours of 8 and 9
miserable and lonely
Is it me
Is it me to get screwed over aimlessly
tied in a knot of pretty little bow
on top of a brand new shredder
Oh no, there's one of my strands caught
here I go into the cascade of oblivion
Is it me
Is it me to lay here, stuck in a timeless routine
I could predict every step of my life
name all the things I would do down to the key
the hours and times I would end and begin again to find a source of idiotic entertainment
Is it me, is it me
Why is this me
I could blame every inch of this city
I could blame every inch of this city
I could point all my fingers at this blistering heat
but it would just look like I'm bowing down in submission to the sun
but it would just look like there's something massively wrong with me
Is there something massively wrong with me
I just want to go back home
but I would just be the same wreck as I am now
I just want to go back home
but I'd still be me, moping in someone's elses grief
I'd still be me getting screwed over by more cunning minds
or just the less naive
As morbid as it seems
the days I live sometimes just makes me want to abruptly
shut my eyes and never open them again
the poetic mind I bear which never ceases these endless visions
these endless memories I'd rather forget
and never remember
I can't chuckle at the things that point the knife in back
and turns to where I can't run away, paralyzed
I have a fear of drowning
I've mentioned it before
I just want to buy an ocean
and float on my back
float on my back, sail to a distant island
or close my eyes and sink like a feather of lead...
These summer days aren't how these used to be
What happens?
When there are no more feelings….
When you have no desire to speak….
When you have no desire to love….
What feeling do you call this?
What can you do or say,
When your heart is a complete mess….
And the only thing you feel inside….
Is helpless hopelessness?
You’re supposed to be the best there is….
The be all end all,
But you spend more time moping,
Complaining about the many times you’d fall.
You’re suffering….
From helpless hopelessness….
The pain and the stress,
You carry like the clothes on your back,
And every day you wake up,
You feel like you’re life is under attack.
You don’t feel anger,
You don’t even feel remorse….
You can’t think straight,
You’re torn up inside, of course.
So you walk down the street,
With a hoodie on your head,
With a look of disillusionment,
As if you want the entire world dead.
What are tears?
Nothing but drops of water falling down your face…
What are memories?
These stupid things in your head,
You do everything to erase.
And what is this feeling of disbelief?
A life filled with grief?
And trying hard not to explode….
You’re in shut down mode….
Your thoughts and emotions are a mess….
You’re clearly suffering….
From helpless hopelessness.
You’ve cried and cried,
You’ve prayed and prayed,
You walked out the door, just to come back,
Now you’re wishing you hadn’t stayed.
You live life now as you have no voice….
No soul,
No choice…
No control….
You feel nothing….
You’ve just passing through….
You’re fighting against yourself….
So what do you do?
You push everything and everyone away….
Never again will you say,
I love you….
Those words are of nothing to you now….
You’re suffering inside….
And the feeling is not stress….
It’s helpless hopelessness.