Long Pathos Poems
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The dulcet dawn serenely veneered
my heart’s horizon with streaks of halcyon hues,
spread the sunburst tinges of timeless yearning,
painted a golden garden in my heart’s canvas,
blooming with the lilac luster of my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your astral floral face, I adored.
As the pristine patina of the radiant roses
flushed fresh your cherubic cheeks resplendent,
sparkling with seraphic grandeur of glittering pearls,
relentless rhapsody wrapped the meadow of my mind.
The cadence of your remote heart pulsated within mine,
in the ether of encompassing euphoria I floated.
In the vivacious valley of my verdant heart,
configured by the chromatic contours of your charm,
I carved an ardent conduit of earnest yearning to reach you.
The fervent cloud of my captivating craving
melted in an endless torrent of engulfing emotion,
where you disappeared with the cascading waves of despair.
Drifting listless in the desiccated wilderness
of the waning memory of the divested longing,
my tear drops rolled on the dismal course of melancholy,
where I heard the enchanting echo of songs you sang for me.
You never knew how much in the downhearted time
I missed you when I was deprived of your love.
I lost the lilt of longing in the debris of broken heart,
transient flame of the trajectory of devoured desire
furrowed in my mind a blazing trail of yearning,
I fancied I could trace in the track of spurting star,
even if it was fleeting like the flicker of your love.
That was when I felt like I didn’t dream enough.
As I heard the squelch of submerging sorrow
stealthily enter my heart into the void you made,
the miasma of melancholy enveloped
the shattered landscape of longing.
The swirling sigh of its wafting desolation
trailed the remote resonance of my pathos.
In bleak landscape that shaped my psychic wasteland,
your footprints disappeared across the pining plateau
beyond the turquoise trail of lingering longing,
forcing me to wander chasing mirage, taking me nowhere.
The flakes of dream flew away in the desert storm,
I wish I could then decipher how to abandon you.
STILL TIME IN THE DARK NIGHT
In the dark night time stops to flow,
unmoving hands of the clock show
how desolate pathos could be
in wasteland for still life lonely.
Sunrise hour clock maker would know.
Clumped clouds gleam in astral halo,
moondusts flush ground in silver glow.
The light of hope shines remotely
in the dark night.
Mystic hope enshrouds land fallow,
bare trees soak it in wood hollow,
wait for the sunrise, wait to see
clouds melt, rains make green canopy.
In still time hides the bright morrow
in the dark night.
July 29, 2018
Rondeau Poetry Contest
Image chosen : 4
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
I wrote a great book, part memoir, part novel
Shopped it around, I ain’t too proud to grovel
Got kicked upstairs to a big publishing head
He invited me in, and here's what was said:
This screed you call Crack House of the 13 Gables
Is one long rant mixed with recycled fables
It wanders aimlessly, but never resolves
Characters pop out of nowhere, then simply dissolve
But the symbolism, sir, allow me to explain
The Victorian parlor represents pathos and pain
In the attic are mothballed broken dreams and betrayals
It's gonna shift your paradigm right off its rails
It’s a thousand-page odyssey into the surreal
The hedge maze is where all 14 sub-plots congeal
Enough! The only reason I called you in, punk
Is to meet the lunatic who scribbled this junk
So I slunk away, not a little dejected
Ain’t much fun being literarily rejected
Trudged back to my grueling, stale coffee grind
Working 15-hour days, going out of my mind
Then one day I met an old pal for some beers
Hadn't seen him in quite a few years
I told him about my rejection slip wrangle
He said buck up, you just need the right angle
I like reading novels, now don’t get me wrong
But writin' 'em, man, that just takes too damn long
And what a huge risk, 16 years you devoted
For no payday at all, just your ego imploded
There's no need to pen the next Moby Dick
Try something short, now that is the trick!
So, I thanked my friend for his most sage advice
And took it to heart without thinkin' thrice
And now I am back as a voice for the ages
Except I'm makin' my mark in far fewer pages
I write sound bites and maxims and pithy remarks
T-shirt slogans and jokes, I just do on a lark
I bang out poems and lyrics at the drop of a hat
Dash off 17 syllables in ten seconds flat
Haikus by the bunch
Cook up a batch before lunch
Put that in your pipe
____________________________
For Humor Contest
Sponsored by: Carol Eastman
You revealed the face within your face
Human,lowly, humbler than an ant
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The other face, defended, has no grace
With it ,you appear quite confident.
Yet you revealed to me your hidden face
I know now of the suffering of your days
A fear of tragic pasts feared imminent
The pathos in your eyes made sad my gaze
The Lord says you’re his lamb and sends you grace.
Yet you must hide from men intolerant
You revealed the face within your face
Like Jesus, you were scourged and in disgrace
You wandered feebly,lost, itinerant
The pathos in your eyes makes sad my days
If God exists then would he not embrace
The lost, the lonely, even the vagrant?
You revealed the face within your face
The pathos in your eyes makes humans base
As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with twists and turns so grand
If I remember well, Kachikau did wave his hand
H hazily, with a wry grin, a gesture so bland
I paused for a moment, twiddling thumbs of my hand
Chaffed by the wind, my heart did take its stand
I looked at this dehydrated home village of mine
Eyes bursting with pathos, a tale so divine
In some odd sense, that distorted moment did shine
A light enough to fool the mind, a beacon so fine
I felt my heart beat increase with the intensity of light
Like selenium, a spark that ignited the night
I looked again at this parched home village of mine
Even raddled grass blades, a beauty so divine
The sun did rise, a fiery ball of gold
As I walked on, my footsteps did unfold
A story of longing, of dreams yet untold
Of a heart that beats, with a spirit so bold
The wind did whisper secrets, of a world so wide
As I walked on, my soul did start to glide
Through fields of green, where wildflowers did sway
And the scent of blooming lavender did fill the day
I felt the warmth of the sun, on my skin so fair
As I walked on, without a care
The world did seem so vast, so full of wonder and might
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
The stars did twinkle, like diamonds in the sky
As I walked on, with a heart that did not deny
The beauty of the world, the wonder of the sight
As I walked on, into the darkness of the night
The moon did glow, a silver crescent shape
As I walked on, with a heart that did not escape
The magic of the world, the mystery of the night
As I walked on, into the light of day and night
Form:
Each year, an evening bright as any star,
with song and verse retells the tale once more,
with homage paid to one man's repertoire.
Humbling and uplifting, his thoughts restore
our universal oneness, humankind
across the globe, each with each entwined.
Our frailties, joys and sorrows understood,
with love and pathos are his lines imbued,
hands joined in celebrating brotherhood
and in our hearts enduring gratitude
for what this plain and humble man has shown,
revealing what our souls have always known.
And so, each year, we celebrate anew
this gifted ploughman and his words so wise,
partake of haggis and a dram or two,
yet mindful of the wider world outside.
To gain the peace for which the whole world yearns
feed deep upon the words of Robert Burns.
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Free me from servitude of constraining boundaries
Guiding life’s journey, questing meadows pristine,
Beyond void of nothingness, afar hills of misery,
Rescuing from oblivion, from doorways of abyss,
From pathos of mortality, from realm so ordinary,
Take me, sweet fairy, beyond world of drudgery.
Thrusting spirit of vitality, show me where to exit,
For verdant prairies burbling streams of serenity
Buoying ambrosial instincts of ethereal themes,
Seeking supernatural intrigue of esoteric dreams
Vying ecstatic feelings blossoming dawns of bliss;
Take me, sweet fairy, to the frontiers of tranquility.
Navigate me away from emptiness roiling destiny,
Away from the distraught flaunting pride egoistic,
Away from ambitions yearning things materialistic
On the wings of enlightenment leading to harmony,
Transporting to transcendence~ heavenly, idyllic;
Take me, sweet fairy, to peacefulness of sanctity.
Lift me above darkness of life’s tenebrous clouds,
Enlighten visage of impercipient, ignorant shrouds,
Attaining equilibrium within purpose and meaning
Discarding grievances that steal virtuous equities;
Take me to nirvana ~ to paradise of utopian peace,
Take me, sweet fairy, to domain of blissful ecstasy.
September 15, 2022
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 32 – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Title chosen: Take Me to Nirvana
From where he sits presently, he is convinced that the choices he made, the paths he took, and the roads not taken were far and away, being guided by supernatural hands. That over a 50 year period his ship would dock so serenely, was highly unpredictable.
From the age of 14, he was very cognisant of the direction in which he wanted to proceed. That was the initial turning point in his life when he began to focus on his future, and without a doubt, the young man's dedication was set in stone. His will and determination were strong, and a forward looking pathway began to unfold and become crystal clear.
From the frosted winter's dawn to the steamy and humid days of summer, he fought back many a tear of melancholy. At the stillness of the gloaming, a friendly rest appeared to ease the day's toil; and deep into the night, hopeful dreams of the valiant warrior prepared him for the next day's fight. The hope- starved back fields of Dixie required one to be forevermore protected with the phycological shields of steel. His was a life destined to be one of substance and purpose; not one to remain bathed in a rich pathos of poverty.
No woulda's, coulda's, and shoulda's are causing him to be upset His is a free spirit and in his sunsets, there are no regrets
08172017PSContest, Eight word Challenge-3, John Hamilton
The wind is blowing up gently
To float the hair of the evening primrose
It is going to dust the clouds off slightly
Making the sunset more brightly glow
The lights afar are flashing vigorously
That's the place of my warm home
The violin is singing pathos long ago
Flowing my deep missing into a stream
The boat in the sea is swaying
It is dreaming of a distant sail
The voyage must be the childhood tales
That will be thousands of miles
The night outside your window is getting stronger
It is turning out to be the incense ink
To gather a cluster of grass as a pen when I arrived
To write down the words at the bottom of my heart
Making a sweet poem accomplished here
Also by sprinkling with the fragrance of the tuberose
To spread it everywhere in front of your window
To tell you that is my love arriving home