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Today was both beautifully pleasant and awfully disappointing. I met a friend, and lost a friend. The sad thing in this, the friend I lost and met was the same person.
This dreadful sensation drools over me, am I that repulsive? Am I that bad in first impressions?
How is it? I am bad.. How is it? I am hated by many and by each and every person I meet. Why is it; I am hated? My intentions were always pure, my smile was always kind, my remarks and chats were always friendly.
Then what is it that I did? That was so dreadful. What is it that I will do? To erase it? What is it that you ask of me?
This heart of mine has gone astray. Those voices in mind have gone with no sound.
Those eyes have gone blind. To a path, to any path, they no longer see right or wrong.
Why is it; this my fate? What can possibly repay? All those odious, intolerable memories and days of mine?
I have lived, this loathsome life of mine, with no reason, with no goals, with no dreams, sturdy patience did I own, did I so longingly lose.
I look up to the sky with tired, impassive eyes. I have waited, I have stood. But when? And where? Will I have friends much as sincere, much as comforting, much as everlasting.
I listen to the same track over and over again, with deep feelings of weariness and fatigue oozing from me; same questions, same wonders, and the same unanswered calls.
These days, they drain me and consume me, I have nothing left, maybe its time to give up, to truly surrender. There’s nothing left and nothing will ever be the same, I want to rest now, liberate myself from all these feelings, and emotions, I wanna find peace once and for all, whether it is on this expiring earth or eternal heavens.
Get ready cause here is the next pontification
In regards to my said, beloved’s infatuation
Hear me thee, here do be, the truth of the situation
Which once was the source of said aggravation
After having arrived at many carnal rotations
Yet to me this was more than just merely fornication
Unless it is just about you and your manipulation
Telling me that there was never a foundation
That it was all about the sexual sensation
Confusing are your words in there translation
They were your words of emotional declaration
Saying, that they are your truthful and honest proclamation
That we were was then had been your chosen words of articulation
Did they not bare as authentic in authentication?
Yet, I would never take advantage of your inebriation
You had already been thru enough of that brutalization
Though we both do know, we do have difficulty in communication
Though to me, it is just temporary blocks of frequency channelization
Amplified by the vodka laced with fruit juice for your gestation
This does be the biggest and truest reason for our causation
And the reason being for my excommunication?
If this does draw me as the fool in this poetic explanation
Then paint me as the man who holds much inner vexation
As we come here now to this thee summation
Because I still feel this be your true vibration
You are truly good enough and worthy enough for a higher lofty elevation
In the live network
of intricate unassailable design,
invisible layer on imperceptible layer,
the latticed mind is stratified.
On spiritual strata the devout strands
align with the innate awareness,
sublime sagacious patterns
of pious perception are unified.
Many existential attributes
of sole distinction gain
access to the sanctum
of the secret psychic recess,
transcend through time undefined
the fading limits of mundane joy and pain,
as fluidized sense merges with the sea
of absolute consciousness.
In my journey within
as an introspective explorer,
I discern the enlightened soul
in the sanctuary of sublimation,
suffusing me in the core
with the supreme essence of divinity.
I get liberated from the dungeon
of the corporeal abyss.
The essential constituents
of captivating charisma
interlaces with the fabric
of consummate sincerity,
finds the ordained adornment
of internal mesmeric beauty,
spreads invisible splendorous film
on repulsive external deception,
removes the distressing doubt
that it can’t be irresistible.
On the seraphic shore
of the transcendent soul,
the supreme designer makes
the destined inner circuitry of ecstasy.
The pattern of piety creates
the innate magnetism of divine beauty,
attracts the concentrate of consciousness
out of the mortal elements
to the emancipating ardent aura
of all encompassing ambiance of bliss.
I am then the immutable hymn
of the sanctified soul,
that echoes in the melodic strata
of harmonic awareness of illumined love.
The devout mantra intoned
in the temple of my heart,
resonates with attractive symphony
of the sacred spirit.
The cosmic creator of the resounding silence
transcending time and space,
makes my awakened soul proclaim
the divine decree, I am He.
One Halloween night I went for a coffee date,
and what arrived was a ghostly white lizard thing;
as I watched it approach me I lost my heart rate,
when it reached me I jumped up as if on a spring.
I ran home and was sure "it" was creeping behind,
and I trembled thinking of that thing undefined;
it was hideous, grotesque- not of humankind,
I heard it slurp or was that my unconscious mind.
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October 26, 2020
Poetry/Rhyme/Halloween Repulsive
Copyright Protected, ID 10-1297-990-26
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the standard contest, 8 lives of Spooky Rhyme
sponsor, Tania Kitchin, Judged 11/5/20
Second Place
Trump is impossible, the media say
Hope he’s gone soon, many pray
He’s vile, vulgar and repulsive
Not to mention totally impulsive
Says what he wants, when he wants – Imagine that!
Tells so many ‘stretchers’ – His tongue’s an acrobat!
‘Course the Southern border’s quiet these days
And gasoline costs way less, by the way
Amidst predictions of economic disaster not coming true
There’s a boon and a boom in store for me and you
He’s taken out Iran and now Venezuela
Their pariah rulers about to crater
But who cares about prosperity, peace and hope
~ The President needs to be more celibate than the Pope
Love is blind
To all the perils
That lie dormant in the mind
Beyond the limits of transgression.
A mortal maiden golden-haired
Priestess of Athena, daughter of the gods
By Poseidon with persuasive honeyed words was wooed
She melted in their alluring warmth and charm.
With guile concealed and flattery he urged her on
Her defences crumbled; the drawbridge lowered
To reveal the gateway to her heart
Forgotten were the vows of celibacy.
Beneath his touch her senses reeled
Her eyelids closed in expectation
He took his chance with urgent need and greed
Her virgin spoils were taken.
As trembling bodies rode the waves of love and lust
Tremors shook the earth, the ocean heaved; the wind enraged
Swept o’er the land and lightning flashed across the sky.
Such was the wrath of gods defied and disobeyed
Terrible and eternal punishment they bestowed.
The mortal maiden golden-haired
A repulsive hideous monster she became
Her fair unblemished skin gave way to loathsome green
Her bloodshot eyes in terror gazed, their previous lustre gone
Each lock of hair a writhing snake that hissed and spouted venom.
Condemned beyond mercy she fled to distant land
Where cursed and shunned she lived in great despair
Turning into stone whosoever fell beneath her vengeful gaze.
At last Perseus took her life. Aided by Athena’s mirrored shield
His scythe tore into flesh and bone; her severed head was lifted high.
Medusa’s misery and shame came to an end
Death – the final liberating act.
My heart lay in a murky room
Unseen and unheeded
Motionless and bleeding
Yearning for when it shall meet
Its twin,
In the guise of a flame!
Then, while it slumbered
It was whispered of love
And it started beating ecstatically
Knowing that somehow
The curtains hiding it
Will get drawn,
And its windows will be opened
Allowing scattered dandelions
To fly in
And to surround it
While singing songs in ode
To the powerful angels
While it shall burn
In its own twin flame!
But it expected not to meet
With disgust and disdain
It expected not to be spat on
Or to thrown in thrash
It expected not
That love,
As it has dreamt of it,
Would hate it
As if it were an infectious disease!
Hurt,
It has now retreated back
To its own murky room,
With the lights switched off
And the curtains well drawn
As,
If love be repulsive
Then better it is
To avoid it!
It minds not its loneliness
As it knows
That it shall create memories
In the guise of dark and brooding
Poems that it shall leave here
Someday
When the skies shall deem it
That it be its time
To ascend towards them!
Written on 21st Dec 2020
I spoke those words impulsively,
I didn't think them through,
And now I disagree with me,
Knowing you do too.
We analysed at the same time,
simultaneously conclude,
Scrutinising my own mind,
disagreeing just like you.
What a stupid thing to say,
Is what you say to me,
Confusing if I say the same,
Even though I now agree.
I live aware but can't prevent
the impulsive words I speak,
I live with this embarrassment,
An everyday repeat defeat.
They say there's always one,
that one is always me,
And I guess what is said is done,
that is just the way it be.
Sorry if I am unpleasant
I speak truthfully,
unnecessarily and blunt,
beat them down beautifully.
To be honest I can't lie,
when I do I'm transparent,
so I live an honest life,
facing what the others haven't.
How can I hide my ADHD
when it's so apparent,
wear my heart on my sleeve,
resilience my talent.
It's all I know so ordinary,
I said before it is defeat,
not though more importantly,
worn down on repeat.
Some people who manipulate
steer clear of reality,
Denial first then stipulate,
weirdos reek of vanity.
They are needing this protection
against things I have overcome,
I'm the odd one out, the exception,
strength confronting things they run.
So yes I'm stupid blunt and nasty,
awkwardly impulsive often,
the spoken truth can be ghastly,
but fake's repulsive and chosen.
Project your self image as immaculate,
full of wisdom and intelligence,
skilled hindsight speaking accurate,
foolish symptoms and pretence.
I face the world that I live in,
impulsiveness is not my choice,
some fake the world they live in,
decisiveness in a lying voice.
At least I'm not scared to be me,
openly showing my personality,
never faking my identity,
pitying those act unnaturally
With a silence that cut through the laughter
She entered the room, bitterness
Edged around her features, portraying
Cruelty with an unfeeling sword of darkest
Gloom, dread so dismal it feels, almost,
Like grief sinking into the bones
Sullenness coughing up phlegm that rots
In the heart, the soul, the mind
Where there is a penetrating hostility
Her eyes glared at the laughing children
Echoed cynicism through the air
Like a poison dart piercing the heart
Her hatred tasted of a sourness
Only the very truthful could attest to
She was hard and her icy stares forced lovers
To pull away from one another, chastised
By the coldness that left chills on the mind
Resentment fell from her pores, sweating acidity
Imploring hope to be cast aside for disaster
Calamity so dreadful it was as fatal as a stab wound
A trepidation so repulsive with its awfulness
It feels like being in a nightmare,
Terrifying
When she looked at me, though…
I saw through the cool, calculating gaze
Into the heart where there had once lived
A child of five, all giggles and smiles
Alive with the joy of silliness, …
I saw, beneath the ice in the veins
The warmth of a heart who was living
… with excruciating pain
Pick-A-Title, Vol 30 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
1.) Ice In the Veins
April 24, 2022
My old dysfunctional friend
Knocked on the door again.
I keep telling him I’m not interested.
But he is very persistent.
The liquid he is pushing.
I find repulsive.
But can’t stop looking.
Like a train wreck.
I am.
Sad.
I try to walk away.
My legs walking through sludge.
My life, my heart, my spirit.
Spirited away again.
To a place I recognize but hate.
How does he romance me?
I find myself again hungover.
Oh God please let me off this nightmare roller coaster.
And every time I say I won’t.
I find myself sailing away willingly happily.
In the same mean, hurtful, and treacherous boat.