Long Ponders Poems
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A life invaded by power of base desire
metamorphoses into an object inert.
A being pristine and vibrant abused
by the brute clutch of carnal instinct
strays like strewn pearls from string snapped.
The sane sense corroded by acid impulse
doesn’t repent for a moment lacerating
the vulnerable unworldly psyche unwary,
fostering fervent dreams of belonging,
decimated by savage affront unforeseen.
For a body caught in cesspool of vile lust
the garden of existence turns wasteland,
where blown by harsh winds of disgrace
plaintive mind crumpled to dust ponders,
where has sanity gone in brutal times.
The flower called life blooms with promise
of gifting precious treasure of beauty adored.
When it’s ravaged to ruins as an object dispensable
love in shattered heart becomes debris of hatred,
searching for a niche to hide the shamed soul.
August 27, 2019
Total words (136) counted on PS.
A lost sheep wanders...
The shepherd once wonder;
In the jungle of silent Lion,
If not already fed upon
To satisfying hunger.
The shepherd ponders...
If his route wasn't a blunder-
To search or rather go to zion,
Where spirit over flesh won
When time is still younger.
A David; absent,
The day is now frank:
Gradually near to the dark,
To become more scary in search
Of unrest sheep, hope seek.
A Samson confront...
The nightmare, light prank
Seductively to disembark
From searching... to try church,
While strength isn't yet weak.
As far as it pains;
As much as its gains...
Of persistent tease, you pull,
Makes desirous victory be full
Vigorous try, daily attains.
A Part of me
My soul oftentimes wanders
as l relentlessly ponders
whispering endlessly
echoing in a timeless space
Surprisingly finding strength
amidst a vacuum
strutting tall within the drowning storm
waking the dream
with a touch of the scattered embers
paving a path
through the thick and the thin
setting up my sun
soaring to the heavenlies with a string
peeling away the darkened clouds
layer's after layers
setting fires to my fear
while dancing with the aimless smoke
fishing out a future
woven in the boisterous wind
I sought-after the mystery
embedded in this walking mystic
I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
of all that I knew hath spun around me
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day
Night hung in shame, weighed aim, promised Word--stay
I spun confused, afterlife, mine this be?
I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
Dark woke me, said the sun won't come this way
death seized day plus time ... Latin decree
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day
Night consoled by dark, a first solace sway
a dead-end sign that the whole world did see
I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
Dark ponders fate yon ... night watched black turn gray
questions ... guilt gift ~ solves ... smiles eternity
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day.
Night and dark ... eternal tenants obey
Eden ends formed founder's first step to free
I saw all life fade ... merely pass away
past brace presence death, carpe mortem day
Pick is conflicted by self-ness
She rarely ponders or introspects but it is a weird evening
Pan, her cousin, would never understand, so she will not bother.
She stands at the edge of the swamp,
Was she coming or going?
It is important as water by day is her refuge
Where she is murky, muddled, and angry
Dragging things down, she revels at
their drownings.
She has a quota, and she is not afraid to fill it.
Six kills daily, or she will not get to be her night-self.
Her night-self is what Pick lives for; she loves being good.
Goodness comes forth when she steps onto land;
Good by night, bad by day.
It is her curse,
She can share with no one.
She hesitates at the bank.
Is it dusk or is it daylight?
She has lost track of herself,
and it really does matter...
“A zephyr of hope harbingers a zen energy.”
- Quote by Poet
He sits on the porch in the embrace of twilight,
He ponders on each day’s tussle and fight,
He reminisces on a recent occurrence,
Something beyond the layman’s credence.
He has searched everywhere and every place,
There’s no trailing trace,
The missing papers are in a place beyond reach,
Somewhere probably in the deepest ditch.
He is in troubled waters,
Tranquillity is all that matters,
He is in the shadow,
He needs light to come in through his window.
A gentle breeze blows,
Something rhythmic flows,
Hope walks into his room,
It gradually disperses the gloom.
time is all he has
how little no one knows
the end is near
of that he is reminded daily
he sings the blues
for anyone who’ll listen
imagining scenarios where
he’s in love and life is sweet
hallucinations swirl inside his head
as pain killers of every color take effect
between imaginary and surreal
life floats unfettered
the blues his only lover
he sings as best as loud he can
meandering the path alone
down towards the great unknown
countless hours down the hourglass
he ponders the many questions deep
those of life and death
but mostly about meaning
tears in the night
strumming his old guitar
the flow of memories streaming
bound to leave no stone unturned
Read on air by invitation ~ July 28, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC"
AP: 2nd place 2022
Thirst for quest unquenchable he thinks and ponders,
An inextinguishable fire blazing so bright;
Searching for truth, like a nomad, long he wanders,
Through lands and seas and hills, and mountains with no fright...!
Curiosity floods in like Monsoon Rivers,
Queries, like waves of Tsunami hit oceans, break;
Pining for facts, like the thunderous sky, quivers,
Relentless steadfastness curls like whirls in a lake...!
Physique and psyche blended within him he peeps,
Hope and trust, like the sun and moon, are his powers;
Like the sea in the full moon, lo, he gladly leaps,
Divine grace, over him, like soft drizzles, showers...!
Flow, O seeker, like streams, that are fresh and vibrant,
Finding never-ending truths and enlightenment…!!!
*Image of Algonquian Papoose by Wikipedia.
Algonquian Papoose
A tribal warrior searching for want
The great abyss secures the tale
A hawk dives down to retrieve what is lost
Returns without, it was a fail.
Pursues the quest, perchance a dove may help
Its genteel spirit might awake
Like the hawk, the dove dives down the abyss
The time is longer, so he waits.
The dove returns, and what was sought, it brings
A man child that was fast asleep
The tribal warrior attempts to wake
Yet, like the abyss, sleep is deep.
He ponders a thought and calls the white doe
In a blink, it stood before him
It drops its head and nibbles the fresh herbs
Saunters and licks the child with vim.
Trails of herbs criss-cross its face as eyes pierce
A mouth yawns and body stretches
An Indian born enlarges the tribe
Tradition pact hereof sketches.
2019 June 21
A BRIAN STRAND 1095
~~Brian Strand
You so desperately
Want to be understood
So I wonder
Why
Why do you
Hold back
So much of yourself
I see him digging
Chipping at your edges
Wondering what's behind the facade
He waits between your breaths
Ponders your pauses
Looks for answers
Pardons your harshness
He sees beyond the obvious
Is aware of your audible sadness
The place no one touches
Imperceptibly he reaches
Pushes past your protective
To the deeper you
The precious part
The unknown softness
The magnificence of you
The inner art
The revelation
of an unsequestered heart
For in letting go
You can be freed
Reach out for his hand
Let him take the lead
For he deserves
all of you
You deserve
all of him too
I see
I understand
I know
It's hard to let go
He's patient and will move slow
If you both want it
Love will grow
And you will be
Truly
Finally
Understood