Long Pining Poems
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¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda wakes,
Feels the sun ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ unwilling step ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Shuddering to the mirror.
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ Miranda's sight
Is old and gray and dirty;
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
This morning she is thirty.
Shining ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ star,
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ twilight shining,
Haunted ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦
Miranda is a-pining.
Silly ¦¦¦¦¦ silver girl,
Draw ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ toward you;
Time ¦¦¦ makes the years to whirl
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ he adored you.
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ timelessness for you;
Calendars ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦ a year, or thirty, to
Loveliness made woman?
¦¦¦ Night will not see thirty again,
¦¦¦ soft ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ Miranda;
Pick up your glass ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
How old is Spring, Miranda?
(Blackout of A Lady Who Thinks She Is Thirty by Ogden Nash)
I Want You Back
I want you back because it saves me looking
It’s not your sexual enchantment, or fabulous cooking
Solitary and forlorn without your condemnation
I offer you this olive branch for your consideration
It will also save me time, I’m used to its misery
Suffering is as addictive as it is derisory
Can you see your way, to eating my food
Ignoring me daily and to my family, rude
I can overlook all this, no need to make me tea
I’ll be your doormat if you’ll come home to me
Please keep your salary. I’ll fund your life
Keep all your charms that cut like a knife
Come home, do nothing at all if you wish
Don’t wash a fork, knife or a dish
Let’s give it a crack, say forty-five years
At least I won’t be lonely, one of my fears
So, what do you say? Return to the rut
I’ll be subservient, my mouth will be shut.
David Cox 16/10/22
May you be twice as happy this year,
As you were last year,
And for every year after that,
Giving twice the pleasure,
You gave last year,
And every year after that,
To those who love you most.
May your best years always be ahead of you,
So that you are always looking forward,
To something twice as good,
And not resting on your laurels,
Pining for what can never be again.
And when you do look back,
It should not be in anger,
But to marvel at how far you have come,
Despite the many setbacks,
And how much more is ahead for you.
PS May you take twice the precautions,
You did the year before,
As you double the risks,
So those who love you most,
Can keep on doubling their pleasure.
Love Granddad.
" I wandered lonely as a cloud "
~William Wordsworth ~
I wandered lonely as a word
In quest of beauty not yet told;
Once found, I’m pining to be heard
And stir your slumb’ring core. Behold!
Poetic words don’t cease to sway
Keen hearts and minds, in sharp array.
Whether depicted or conveyed,
Wise ways with words keep us in awe:
They move, evoke, impart and stay,
Leaving the readers craving more.
Figures of speech - incessant fun,
Cracking my funny bone, no pun.
We struggle oft to stay afloat
Searching for answers, right from wrong -
Through words’ might in a message mode -
We feel like one, where all belong.
Don’t underestimate a word
The feather’s fall outweighs the sword.
When on my couch I lie to read -
Be it downcast or uplift moods -
The words of wonder take a lead
In pensive plight of solitude.
And lost I am as words dance by,
No longer lonely wander I.
September 20, 2022
He Kept looking into the palm of his hands
To see if there is something that he could understand
But the words continue to scroll up and down like
Writings on a page revealing his old age,
There was something in the light that he
Could not see that was draining his
Physical energy, it was just one sentence about
The rum punch that everyone likes to have when the day is done
And multitude converge underneath the sun before a big stage
With the American flag hoisted everywhere and the watch party that follows kept floating in the air and destiny open the roof
So that he could choose and the light that shine from above
Lead him on another path, and so he went out for a ride and reality reveal his pride and something explode in his head
And finally he could see what was waiting for thee
He was proud to be an American but his heart was singing
A different song, it is the investment that he sees why his heart was pining after thee and the miracle that was waiting in the tree forces him to change his tune and meet thee before noon
And the wilderness finally departs and at last the day could start
And so look into the palm of his hands and at last he could understand the cards that were playing in his hands.
“Poetry is an expression of innate emotions,
entrancing the muse with the excitement of
dedicated offering”- By Poet
I breathe poetry of ebullient emotions,
the sensual designer of dulcet dreams,
searching for the sense of fervent feelings.
As they mingle with the tone of my twilight time,
my mind merges with the sentiments of belonging,
where the intrinsic impulses are ingrained.
The crystal corridor I construct to the realm of retreat
along the contorted contours of deserted desire.
Red roses there bloom amidst speckled cactus
in the wilderness of imagination innately entrained,
taking me with the mirage to the oasis of reverie,
where the domain of desolation is demolished.
From the splendor sprouts the foliage of fervor,
the canopy of longing casts colors of the new sky
onto the poet’s heart suffused with sense of pining.
As the twilight sequesters silence in the static time,
the poetry of life flows under the star studded sky
with sequined fluid passion from the fountain of my mind .
As the mesmeric moonbeam sprinkles silver dust,
my muse wafts in dreams with the tinsels of yearning,
across the landscape of enthralled psyche,
flies in your firmament on the wings of lyrical zephyr.
I’m spellbound in excitement by the rhyme of reminiscence,
as I write the last line of the poem for you, I’m breathless.
Will you come and share this room with me
And keep my company, will you come and listen
To the village sound and the mongrel dogs
invoking fears at midnight in their winter gown
Will you come and listen to the birds sing and
Listen to my heart moving to a silent rhythm
Stand in front of me and look directly in the sea
Watch the waves as they climb the banks and fill
Your heart with a musical song from the depth of the sea,
I can see the sea gulls pining after thee and
Feeding upon the memory of long ago
When you just began the evening show
You did not know which way to go
But the early morning lusters breathe courage
In your soul and wisdom takes you up the stairs
and you could finally inhale fresh air,
I can see you standing on the rock over there
Gazing at the horizon with strong mountains
Around you that have stood the test of time
And somewhere in the midst of space
An empty room stood up straight
With gravity holding hands and destiny singing melodious songs
I can hear a radiant music playing in your soul
And the spirits of love moving towards the shore
With a bright light in front searching for the room in the distant
Come and share this room with me and unravel the mystery
Lift your heart and come to the sea and tell me a story about
Your history; tell me the tales of Christendom of how the pilgrims and the weary travelers met and honker down
and scorched in the burning Sun
Come and share this room with me
And write the next chapter with me.
Time in ebony night stops to flow in aloneness undefined,
where infinite pathos in the congealed instants wanders
on the shadows of the past, void perception in seclusion,
gets shaped by strata of darkness, framed in psychic canvas.
The dispersed grains of darkness drizzle down silently
from the cauldron of the infinite blankness of eternity
that my sky starts to shape at the edge of ductile dusk
since the beginning of my time lost in the crypt of isolation.
The silken tapestry of the black blanket spreads slowly
as the twilight dissolves at the hinge of the hazy horizon
like the timed rainbow melting upon the sinking skyline,
where the silhouette darkness dances with the flowing night.
Sonorous sound of silence echoing ethereally in night sky
wakes up the sleeping stars one by one to sparkle bright
on the bejeweled crown the amorous ambiance adorns,
as the moonbeam strands weave dulcet dream of you for me.
Each stardust-sequined silent night I wait awake alone
for you to emerge lively out of my dream like an angel,
walk through the pining corridor of my craving mind,
as I let my thoughts drift in the emptiness of night’s silence.
I don't want to write no more.
I wish God would open the door.
And end these endless thoughts of you.
Because when love is through it's through.
I don't know what you want from me.
I try to trust, but I can't see.
The big picture and what is true.
And I still don't know what to do.
I ask you God to end my life.
For I can't bear that she's his wife.
Somehow she learned to just not care.
That I am here and she is there.
I've tried to make it on my own.
But emptiness is all that's grown.
And now I'm left to carry on.
As I just feel like I'm a pawn.
These words I write aren't worth a dime.
These days they're just a waste of time.
They're words that she will never hear.
For she is there and I am here.
Note: This is another poem I wrote in the hospital. And this new person who came into my life allowed me to let go of this crazy pining I held onto for, well, let's face it. Just a tad bit too long huh? :) lol
In the whispering breeze I hear the birds sing
for you as the sunburst sky flushes your face.
How endearingly attractive you are then to me,
mesmerized I know, the clue you do not find.
After sullen night melts, in your garden I find me
sparkle as the opalescent pearl of rare ecstasy,
like a dew drop on the patina of your luring rose.
My fulfilled feeling of longing you do not know.
From the eternity I get the time I part with you,
as my desire flares like the blazing sunrise sky,
I am keen to see the day my dream come true,
your shadow entwines mine, you do not discern.
My fervor flies to the blue firmament of your eyes,
the charming nest I build to become our haven.
When in the storm I fondly shelter my love there,
how tensely forlorn it is, you do not perceive.
The sound of your voice in silent air of my yearning
echoes with melody in the void of my lonely heart.
How complete I am when it delights me to the full
to get the feeling of togetherness, you do not sense.
When you leave tracing the trail of melting mirage,
I feel deserted like desolate sands in the dry dune.
How despondently my pent-up words ‘I need you’
I say to me with depressing despair, you do not hear.
Your essence stays within me as an indelible image,
fused with the darkness of the abyss within my soul.
How many candles my love has lighted there for you,
I would be pining to tell you forever, if only I could.
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March 28, 2023
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