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Errands are available to run any time you want….confuzzled beyond belief…give us brief relief & relieve us from gripping, glad-less grief…sadness swept over us like a dust storm, spiraling like the fire in my stove-hot soul…blood zips through my veins and it’s giving me more brains to write with my eternal might with tranquility & peace in mind…clustered ruins reduce me to ash and dust…I’m not priceless as dashing cash, but to try my hardest to pass the test – I must! I must bust a move to win the audience’s attention and shake off the body-quaking sensation, leading me to falling victim to torturing tension . . . every move I make….every dollar I spend…every time I waste time…every time you lie to me instead of telling me the truth of the situation you’ve encountered or the stories you share with a fake smile of glee pasted on your moon-shaped face, I always find myself puzzled out of reason and logic! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Havin’ no where to write my feelings down, wearing an upside down time two frown! I drown in the tears of my sorrow…no tomorrow…for the meantime, it’s yesterday’s tomorrow…there’s so much treasure to dig up and there’s so much money to borrow still, though you still owe a few fines for an overdue book; however you have tons and tons of loans coming your way (I wanted to make your day the greatest day in your financial life, indulging you with dough and pride!)…read on & pen on, dear child…remain mild, calm, reserved and self-controlled, yet you should still be that wild child I adore with a passion so clever, playful and wild like the wonderful wind, put at ease with wishes without an end! Deplorable Reality’s strategic tragedy stings like billion’s of buzzin’ busy bees out of their honey dens or hives! Caught under your wicked spell or a trippy trance … … … … … …I lost my train of thought & I am left to rot.
Mesmerized by you
Your sway is okay all the way, I’m left to pray
I appreciate you too
Your day is slay and now, you want me away…
There’s a distance between
You and I in the evergreen
My longing heart can’t take any more of this predicament
My longing heart can’t shake off the silly and scary things you say
My longing heart can’t handle this stress and enigmatic discouragement
My longing heart shouldn’t be feeling this tension from night to day
Deteriorating at a fast pace
I’m a drowning mess and a blanket of useless space
Embrace the disgracefulness I feel inside
I am bound to feel this broken pride…
I don’t know where to hide
These tears inside, I’ve cried
Longing for your adoration by my side
Glory and nobility like ours is loyalty so wide
Don’t seek me, I’m not wise
It’s about time I meet my demise
Set your eyes on the prize
Everything I touch surely dies
I can’t stand the abominable lies
And I can’t handle your horrid goodbyes
My sanity is out the window
I am a lover and a loner, I know
The doors of opportunity has closed down
I drown in my tears of tranquil sadness and wearing a down and about frown
I see the weight of your woes
Sagging over your shoulder
And its slipping from your grasp
Like grains of sand escaping
From a tightly clenched fist.
Oh, traveler, shake off
Your encumbrance! Lord knows...
You've walked a fistful of miles,
And you've got much more to go.
I see your knees are buckling.
Allow me to help carry the weight.
You mustn't be Atlas holding up
the weight of the world alone.
Everybody needs a helping hand,
So let me share your burden.
Written for...
Strand No 680,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: Honorable Mention)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 02/15/2020
Far from a common world
Away from all that you to belong
No need to utter a single word
Just your soul with you get along
Wither in solitude
You are free.
Folded is your very sight
Wide open and profound is your insight
Setting foot on realms you do not own
In the midst of the unknown
Undergo risk
You are free.
Shake off all the leaves of your tree
Let go whom you cling to
Tear off the bonds of your unity
Let be a life of exploit and build a new you
Taste sourness
You are free.
No rock to fall back on and let things be light
No room in your mysterious journey for fright
No company that chains your soul and fill in your holes
Explore your inner self in danger zones
Reap cruelty
You are free.
A life with great struggles is
the life of a man who tried every possible thing
to attain a decent livelihood but was rejected.
A poor soul is rolling as tumbleweed
in the ruins driven by a gust of wind.
A man who strived to shake off
a load he was carrying but was not able,
stands as a forgotten stone post in the middle of the desert
where no root of a weed even grows, with his head buried in the sands.
In order to avoid life’s misery
he was watchful to his surroundings,
nevertheless, it was vain, he became lost
in the darkening wilderness
becoming a dense fog of neither physical nor soul
but a shadow in the vapor.
The night is cold with all but the stars, to judge and criticize.
My newspaper body cloaked in ink shadows.
My invisible disguise; to all the passersby.
My odour, freshened by the night air, as my shoes with poor tongues, shy into a ball.
I shrink into dust, until I'm nothing at all.
I wake to the birds pecking hungrily at my skin, ripping shreds of salt and vinegar paper salvaged from the bin. I shake off the night and empty my pockets of beheaded wrappers and change. The taste of copper staining my hand.
£1 for 4 cans of value larger, I cradle the first can.
It's cheaper than a loaf of bread, so who's the one to blame?
As you screw up your face and regard me with distain. I sink into my oblivious calm.
Watching the hustle and bustle of this parallel world.
My presence extinct, my voice seldom heard. A Ghost, a whisper in the wind. The wind may of turned your head to glance at me once, but you had Places to go, People to see.
If in kindness you'd offered an ear or reached out a hand.
The ghost I'd become, would of stood like a man.
I used to be you. Money and plans. A family, health care an insurance plan. Always someone to meet, or somewhere to go.
So next time you pass by, on your way to work. Juggling a coffee, pen on your shirt.
An oversized watch that ticks like a bomb.
Headphones blasting your favourite song.
Just take a moment to STOP and SEE.
What IF I Were YOU ? and YOU were ME?
Form:
Sittin’ on the porch past midnight,
With golden-glow tunes holdin’ us tight.
Singin’ soft, swayin’ slow,
To Patsy’s sweet southern soul.
You’ve got a Whiskey Sour, warm in hand,
I’ve got blueberry wine—bold and grand.
My blue dress billows, breathin’ free,
Like a moonlit melody on the midnight breeze.
Oh, the heat hums heavy in the air,
Your touch is tender, true, and rare.
I could fall to pieces, pulse unsteady,
But with you, love—I’m always ready.
So I’ll pray to Jesus, plead and pine,
That here in the hush of twilight time,
With soft-lit stars and steppin’ feet,
Our lips will lock, our hearts will meet.
Where the song spins, sways, and sighs,
A symphony of love under Southern skies.
Each note a whisper, each chord a fire,
A tune composed of true desire.
So holler high, don’t hush that sound,
You’re my chosen love, forever bound.
My moonbeam moment, my midnight flight,
My honeymoon glow in neon light.
Let go, let loose, let love be loud,
Shake off that pride, stand tall, stand proud.
Let fall the tears, they won’t rust your skin,
You can escape, love—let life begin.
I sail ashore a silent war
Shattered regret all the more
Angst sinks deep down ashore
Isolated like remnants of hatred to the core
Lonesome as a lazy lion in the streets of nothingness
And suddenly…
Sadness sweeps over me solemnly
Hushed sounds of revenge and envy sends vibes of virtuous vanity inside us all
Oceans between us and mountains among us
Rage rips us apart
Engaged in effulgent reveries
And I seek remedy
Shake off the tension from off our bones of all-alone
Imagine a world of woefulness melting into the Kingdom of Bliss
Living life with longevity and lament in mind for some odd reason
End the fear leaning against my every side and angels are on every angle, so watch out for them, for they will protect us with miracles and gifts
Neglect the wretched wolves of the deep unknown and seek the doves of delight
Tranquility will conquer over dangerous waters aflow and blasphemy for show
Weep no more and paint sunny smiles upon our faces of glorious grace
Anger will no longer linger around us and happiness will be our truth-trainer
Really bound to be sailing ashore on rivers and oceans of unremitting desire
Her_Weight_Of_Dance
Her moves are close in heart they value each beat of the hymn sound of music
She breeds in her own world where each and every step is a formation of a choreo
She invented heaven on her own path of life with all kinds of extortive feelings
Her story
Only she can portray it, by sewing deep within to touch those veins that have sacrate scarce. Her only resource through those painful wounds is just dance. The stage is her own world where she created her own peace with her pace.
Where she hugs herself a million times when she is vulnerable, just to shake off her fears and invite relief in her space.
Her happy place where she knows everything she does count the emotional depth of her becoming a better version of her. She is not seeking help or shaken by hurt, she describes her lucrative feeling where it started till where it ended.
Her demonstration captures a moving bird to forget to flop as rare as it sounds,
The rain to fear falling down
The air to forge respiration
While her mood moves in, preying in like an aphrodisiac, leaving one with the motion of inspiration. Her movement purges the forgotten eyes to see her body with words and all.
The music behind
It's just a luxury, to chase her storyline
Her reflection between the ocean and the image of the moon is flawlessly stamped in the sea.
Her mission is to accomplish souls that are lost in pain not to be forgotten in the vein yards of hardship.
By just her posture of entrance she grasps a soul demanding light by dance.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
On Devon’s moors I found myself
walking to clear my head,
to shake off loss for just a bit,
and see a color other than red,
feel something other than dead.
A fog surrounded me that day,
but something stood within the gray.
It rose up high behind the mist,
a shadow only half-seen,
robust and solid in its build,
with hints of mossy green,
Like an aged, medieval dream…
How could this be? And yet I knew,
there stood a castle in the gloom.
Never had there been one before
in this quiet, desolate place.
I knew not where it came from,
if was even of time and space,
and yet closer to it I paced,
Then stopped cold when I heard a cry,
I knew that voice! My Lorelei!
Frozen at the sound, I gasped,
what I heard could not be.
My dearest was dead two months now,
cancer had taken her from me,
but the soft cries made me believe.
I sprinted hard, stumbling much,
my darling wife I longed to touch…
But as I neared, the mist shifted,
the castle faded, then was gone.
On my right I saw it once again,
far afield, the distance long,
but for her I would press on.
The castle moved as if on feet,
forward and back, ever so fleet.
Yet still I heard her yearning call,
and pressed the changing track.
Along the way a weight lifted,
lightness came to my back,
as if some burden now I lacked.
But I paid no heed to pain or strife,
I only cared to find my wife.
It mattered not, the other folks,
who walked out on the moor.
They clustered around a supine form,
but to their thoughts I was inured,
for Lorelei I must endure.
Lighter still came each long step,
but I haven’t reached the castle yet…
Yes, I see it! Now I see her,
a faint shape on the castle wall.
The cry keeps coming to my ear,
I cannot waiver, flag, or fall,
even if I have to crawl,
I’m coming, dear, I’ll be there soon,
I will reach that castle in the gloom.