Long Sobbed Poems
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’Tis the last rose of summer! I shrieked in dismay,
and soon its bright petals must wither away!
O whence now the peach, the pear, and the orange?
For answer the door of time creaked on its door-hinge.
’Tis the first frost of autumn! I sobbed in despair,
and winter’s sharp teeth soon will bite the day’s air!
The leaves fall in shock at the season’s cruel crime,
like a dandruff of years on the shoulders of time.
’Tis the winter’s fifth blizzard! I howled in a rage,
and my soul gnaws its tail like a beast in a cage.
Though winter is wan, yet my passion is purple,
for griefs have my heart by the hair, and they sure pull.
’Tis the spring-time’s first peony! I squealed in delight,
and its delicate bloom is for sore eyes a sight!
Now the season’s warm joy holds the forests in thrall,
and I believe that I don’t feel so bad after all.
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Cradled in her loving arms,
Swaddled in his cotton cloth,
Still Born.
Her piercing cries split through the air,
Thundering,
Echoing,
Behind those heavy doors, the sterile corridors.
Deafening silence
He bowed his head in disbelief,
Father,
Shaking like a leaf,
A lump,
A sore throat,
A whipping of the heart.
She took the baby close to her,
Peaceful,
Final,
Sleep,
“Breathe, little one”
“Wake up please”
She whispered
Denial
Hope
Evaporated like the morning dew,
Tears heavy on her cheeks,
She knew.
He knew.
Nothing any one could do.
Behind those heavy doors, the sterile corridors.
His grief, their grief,
A tear ran down his cheek,
He clasped his face,
Eyes red,
He sobbed,
Robbed,
Immense their loss,
His heart wrenched,
A thud!
He collapsed into a heap,
Behind those heavy doors, the sterile corridors.
Loath to part
She gave the baby up,
Her pain,
Anger,
Hate,
God,
Fate.
The nurse,
A job,
Her curse,
To Bare witness,
Pain,
suffering,
Loss,
Behind those heavy doors, the sterile corridors.
Echo
I never get no letters.
Even my shadow don't
follow me around no more.
I've posted many
notes to you,
cried out in the night,
hummed our tune,
sobbed.
But all I hear is echoes:
"Return to Sender"
"Address unknown,"
"No such number,"
"No such zone."
I opened these letters.
Heard what the echoes
said in reply,
but there's only
what I wrote to you,
what I spoke to you,
what I screamed out at you,
when I was alone,
which I always am.
Why can't these echoes
lie for once, just once, just once?
To give me something back, back, back!
I've tried and tried and tried.
I've cried and cried and cried.
Me shadows and me echoes
are the only friends I have.
Sometimes I close my eyes,
I pretend I'm alright.
But it's never ever, never ever enough,
'Cause my echo, echo, echo,
my shadow, shadow, shadow
are in the 'Lost and Found'
but alas, I have long since
lost the address!
Hello, hello, hello, hello!
Anybody out there,
seen my shadow,
my echo
Lost!
The rhythm of the stream nearby
and the grazing sound of the deer
were the finest music I had ever heard.
I could still see the glimpses of
the cutest cheetah cub,who came as a refugee
and the malicious monkey and its wavy long tail.
Those were the good old days where the,
migratory birds perform meteoric murmuration,
before roosting on my arms .
In pursuit of the streams round me;
in hunt of the deers and cheetah,
I was about to inquire my neighbors,
later savvied I was lingering there all alone,
I sobbed like a missed child,
gazing at the sky,
with a vacuous mind.
Suddenly an endemic bird
landed on me and said
I am the last tree of this forest.
Forcing myself
to live in green-
belt of forest with
no civil comforts or concerns
I don’t flinch. I won’t.
Living in
extremes of
two seasons
cinder-hot Sun
drowning rain
I don’t complain, I can’t
one summer was different
A passionate couple
Fire-Air, waltzed through
acres of my nearby forest,
grey-burning lives small & big –
I didn’t cry.
After HER party, I
went to see the charred
landscape, my heart thumped
wild, I could feel my soul in throat –
I didn’t cry
I stilled my thoughts - I
knelt to feel, I knelt
to beat coal-black ground, I
thumped chest, I flayed my
hands to sky, I howled,
Roared, wailed, cried
I clenched my fist,
boxed at guiltless air, I
called his partner names –
I sobbed back to silence
With impotent-raging silence
my hands cradled a tiny
dying burnt bird gasp for last
gulp of air, I knelt
in silence. That day
I cried, I missed God that day
I sobbed back to silence
I recall when my father died
The weeping willows cried
Sunflowers hid their face
Morning birds sang "Amazing Grace
That night the moon was blue
He sobbed a heavy dew
Frogs and crickets, respectfully silent
While his world mourned in private
He had been a steward of the land
Turning the soil by hand
Fished and hunted wild game
Taught his sons to do the same
Only taking his need for his family fill
Thinking it wrong to wastefully kill
Now resting in an earthly tomb
At peace in Mother Nature's womb
Consoling my heartbroken mother
Fifty years with only one lover
Drowning in her ocean of tears
Facing lonely golden years
As we followed my father's hearse
I thought, "What could be worse?"
Within a year I got my answer
My only brother died of cancer
He was born on Lincoln's birthday
In his shadow is where I stayed
Like a pup, following him everywhere
Bidding his wishes, fulfilling his dares
Before I was legal, he taught me to drive
We fought all challengers for family pride
At his wedding I was his best man
We were each others' biggest fan
To the world these two events
Held little significance
But forever my life was changed
In the midst of insufferable pain
It's been over twenty years
All alone I've faced my fears
Now they visit from worlds apart
In my dreams consoling my heart
an original poem by the "poemdog" Daniel Turner
They called me fat and I laughed.
They called my mother an idiot and I rolled my eyes.
They threw out names so hard and fast
I had to get a baseball bat to start hitting them into right field.
They were landing on other people now.
People who whined, cried, sobbed, and put up their dukes.
People who told me how I ought to feel, and out to behave.
Bossy, overhanded people who amused me.
There are always the infamous “they” somewhere
Lurking around, trying hard to make you sigh, cry, and possibly die.
Get out your bats, but don’t inflict pain,
Swing away at the words, not the “They’s”.
They will stop bothering you after that.
I was breezing along having fun,
making quick plans and getting things done,
but then up jumped a glitch,
such an odious hitch.
Thus, I found myself under the gun!
I was all packed and ready to go
with my bag full hundreds in-tow,
but I never would reach
that exotic, grand beach,
Al Hoceima in north Morocco.*
By the whole police force I was mobbed.
The community Bank, I had robbed.
“I just stole a small part
‘cause I’ve got a good heart,
and I needed a trip, y’all!” I sobbed.
“And the gun was fake!” Now I’m in jail,
yelling, “When is my hearing for bail?”
I know there’ll never be
surf and sun time for me,
since that ship for me surely has sailed!
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Unforeseen glitches cause us great pain.
Some invite them through ill-gotten gain.
Thinking they won’t get caught,
prison time they have bought.
Now their lives bear a permanent stain.
*The U. S. has no extradition treaty with Morocco.
In these limericks, each long line has three anapests; each short one, two anapests.
Date: October 12, 2019
Contest Title: Itch, Witch, Glitch, or Twitch Contest
Sponsor: Nina Parmenter
The lighthouse shivered in relentless gales on its rocky foundation
Stood the test of time but now it seemed that the clock had gone back
The keeper was sidelined to retire in the Sea Mission’s Nursing Abode
Had paid his fare and was reduced to cups of tea and mushy pea’s gruel
Once a pacemaker of modernity he quietly waited for dementia to settle
His heart was broken like the tower’s shattered beacon and Oliver sobbed
Tears flooded his kerchief with salty reminders of his ultimate companion
Waves of infinite tides swallowed his reason for being in cascades of pain
Cataracts pointed him inside with hearing aids hinged on precarious sight
The fragile walking stick had been bestowed by the Queen God knows when
At least that was his yarn which would not repair his threadbare cardigan
The callus on his weather worn hand had meta-morphed in soft baby skin
Be a good boy now and take your sedative pills they will rock you to sleep
Slowly fog horns of destiny sounded a creaky lullaby of reticent surrender
Once a trendsetter in dashing uniform and seafarer’s wind shaken attire
He could not even turn a famous blind eye to his room mate’s flatulence
But like clamshell lenses on a leap water catwalk he stood firm in defeat
Oliver’s lantern seemed vacant but a passionate fire kept raging his mind
Had they no respect for history had he not been the guardian of passage
Was he a spiral staircase with only one way to stumble on rusty descent
The counterweight well powered by gravity sunk like an anchor cut loose
Lightening rods flashed through his thoughts and he still could not sleep
But the night nurse had more important matters than ancient emotions
Pillows scratched his receding hair as the moon kept count of lost slumber
Once a bell whether of transit the old man felt the graveyard shift nigh
He wished he was a pirate and would sink his hook into pitiless crests
11th February 2020
I’ll never forget my first day at primary school
You bounded into the classroom, flashing a gap tooth smile
With your blonde curly hair and blue eyes, I was smitten
My first crush at the tender age of five!
Over the years we became inseparable
Then one day you told me terrible news
Your dad had a promotion and you were leaving the area
We both sobbed buckets of tears and vowed to stay in touch.
Letters flew between us like arrows, then suddenly they stopped
Years passed and I married then subsequently divorced
When moving house I came across your letters
I’d kept them in an old shoebox, they were tied with blue ribbon.
I sat reminiscing wondering how your life had panned out
Months later I joined friends re-united -
To my amazement I found your name
I was overjoyed when you replied to my contact
We had so much to talk about and a lot of catching up to do
I was hesitant when you suggested meeting
Would those childhood feelings still be the same?
The minute I saw you at the station my heart pounded
Still the same steel blue eyes, but a lot less hair!
We talked late into the small hours of the night
and when we kissed … I felt like a teenager again!
We had a whirlwind romance and married three months later
So blissfully happy, making up for lost time …
Until
Until ….the day you’d gone to buy my birthday present
Normally we’d have been together but you wanted to surprise me
You kissed my cheek, drove off on your motorbike into the distance
My memory of what happened next is so hazy
All I remember is a knock on the door
Two policemen were standing there
… I started to scream
N/A in A love lost then found, only to lose again Contest
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