Long Stings Poems
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Why are you looking so ?
A sketch of fear in your eyes,
An atlas of filthiness on your face,
No sheath in your body.
Nail-teeth wounds of beast
In your breasts, navel,
Even in the courtyard of your wild desire !
Like a withered flower
yellow saree is thrown wrinkled
Beneath your well-proportioned thigh.
Your petal shaped lips seem poisonous,
Wounds of stings visible in your cheeks !
A leaf falls from a young silk-cotton tree !
Tremor everywhere,
Everywhere lamentation of pain
Life-creeper dried up in the central sky,
You are distressed, isolated.
Have you settled up your worldly life
In the mansion of sins ?
What’s this silence
In your empty hands ?
How many times you have returned
Perhaps you know not !
But there’s touch of your finger tips
In leaves, in flowers, in evergreen forests !
I’m with you like your shadow
I’ve kept a sharpened sword always raised
you can’t speak it aloud !
When I held my trivial desires
Think to surrender my heart
in your hands, my damsel –
As much beautiful as you may be,
I never ever feel your proximity
In drunken stormy nights.
"Labour not to be rich: cease from thine own wisdom. Wilt thou set thine eyes upon that which is not? for riches certainly make themselves wings; they fly away as an eagle toward heaven." ~ Proverbs 23 : 4, 5
Don't run after money,
It acts very funny,
It is there, then it's not,
Though it is often sought,
Riches make themselves wings
And fly away. It stings,
They never stay with you,
Unfaithful, never true,
Like an eagle, they fly,
You are left then to sigh!
Don't run after money,
It's simply baloney!
Disappearing from sight,
Like an eagle, takes flight,
It will leave you behind,
Huffing, puffing and blind,
Sprouting wings of its own,
It is known to have flown,
Take heed to my advice,
Wealth chasers pay their price!
14th February 2023
For Margarita Lillico's "Proverbial" contest
A virus borne on mosquito wings
Carries more than a bite that stings
It can spell certain doom
For the baby in the womb
Joy is replaced by tears
As the virus shrinks the baby's brain
Leaving parents in tears
And mothers to be in fear
The genetic code of mosquitoes modified
The new world order has been codified
There is no place to hide
As the virus spreads far and wide
When mosquitoes become bionic
There is reason to panic
Everything may seem alright
Until the dreaded mosquito bites!
....
Note: In 2015 genetically modified mosquitoes were released in Brazil.
Also Larvicide was put in the drinking water in the places where the birth defects occurred.
An apparitions favourite word from punctuation-less sentences that continue on, on, on.
Cope without it you useless fools a flick suffices.
Semi-colon, colon, joining words thrust through the large intestines that have never shone.
After the stop get off without thought of linkage you unthinkable Pisces.
However, no!
Thoughts trample, stomp, overtake.
Nothing in between to show.
Forget that word for your own sake.
Digest in thin slices the minds of future dots;
How many of us, you, me fit through the gap of two tight solid circles?
Not many I say, a plethora of squiggles, signs, symbolic scriptures is enough to conquer any land of literature a scholar contends.
Enough, enough!
Shove conjunctions down your throat till you choke,
until the place where the sun don’t shine is all ands and buts.
Three in a row, look at that beauty!
And how I wish however and yet and since and or could rid the world of twin black holes that forget how long a thought digests.
And how I feel when meanwhile, in order to order a latte, a person detonates a but bomb before all hell breaks loose.
And yet here is a list: lust, brunch, juniper trees, a microwave oven and an ironclad knight.
As if a dash fits snugly into colon (about as much as ham and eggs fits in as a midnight snack).
But a stroll through a park, with leaves that drown and colour concrete from pavement to sky, with the person you met on the journey in between.
How it stings in the heart when the black hole with no new friends can’t even microwave a meal to a suitable temperature.
It will come and you are no saviour as it is inevitable.
So you see, you see the paths that cross through long and short,
the ands that tell of all to come and the stops that argue placement anywhere possible,
the flick that continues with no pause to think.
Can’t you see and don’t you understand.
One is left, they come in threes, the most popular of all because there is nothing in between and nothing to end.
No, not here, not ever and not now…
.Bare Feet Cold
. morning stills
. the first light
. salt breath on lips
. horizon unfolds
. hands letting go
. anchor raised
. sails catching wind
. harbor growing small
. pulse quickening
. fortune calling
. we're on our way
. ON THE TIDE
. sky closing
. canvas straining
. throat tightening
. sails shredding
. anchor dragging
. hope ebbing fast
. shore receding
. winds howling
. rigging screaming
. light fading fast
. sea salt stings eyes
.Tide has Ebbed out
As each day goes by
it ends in a sigh
I pray for love so dear
but it never seems to appear
Heaven has me on hold
so alone my heart is cold
Yet when I close my eyes to sleep
I smile for Dream Angel is mine to keep
Dream Angel, Dream Angel hold me in your arms
Dream Angel, Dream Angel thrill me with your charms
Pretty and divine each night you are mine
But when the alarm rings
the loneliness of my day stings
The rudeness of the day
keeps my Dream Angel away
I long for the night
so I can hold her tight
Punch in punch out
this is what life's about
Never time to fine
that special someone to call mine all mine
Dream Angel, Dream Angel could you be real
Dream Angel, Dream Angel why am I unfulfilled
Your only a dream, an imaginary thing
I need flesh and blood
I need a real girl to love
It's late evening, alone in a cafe
I see Connie walking my way
We share a slice of pie
and the twinkle in our eyes
I walk her home
we share numbers on our phones
I never sleep and it's alright
For we talk talk talk all night
Dream Angel, Dream Angel goodbye
Dream Angel, Dream Angel goodbye
No longer do I need you in my dreams
for now I sleep with the real thing
And when the alarm rings
my happy heart sings
For I have Connie by my side
Those lonely nights I kiss goodbye
Tattered clobbered thoughts streaming to winged dusts,
spiral spasms tremble amid weary sounds.
The festal moods swing dreary interludes,
visions ache release with defloration--
throaty cries heightens the greedy man's lust.
He longs to possess the murmur of blood
from naked images throbbing desires,
it surges -- tinged to his cerebellum.
Dark libertine drained his desirous juice--
madness stings deep-- displayed to his ardor.
Boorish bashfulness etched into each itch
cracking unto his left to right onslaught.
Finitude fair Venus choked with disgust
as she wriggles, wriggles to free herself!
Her wriggles useless from black libertine...
Pristine Venus fallen-- now wanting death.
©O. E. Guillermo
5:15pm December 05, 2014
Sponsor Giorgio A. V.
Contest Name Structured forms - Iambic verse - Sketch a fictitious character - (Top Gun Poetry)
Placed 6th
Four days home, and the emptiness runs deep,My tears fall like the gushing Yellowstone,Pouring over the smooth, cold stone of the asphalt.
My soul aches for the mornings I woke to His design,When I stood on the rugged spine of Beartooth Pass,And touched the very roof of God’s majestic world.
Now, my lungs catch on the heavy city air,And human rejection stings like a winter frost.I watched them choose others, heard the excuses, felt the cold shoulder of a crowded sanctuary, but the mountains never told me they were too busy.
The Creator of the peaks does not play favorites, So I look away from the shadows of the crowd, to turn my eyes to the gifts right in front of me.
I hold tight to my husband, I cherish my daughter,And I offer my worship to the One who always listens. I am breathing city dust but my heart is safe with the God who never runs out of time.
Sadness could be tragic turn of events
Or sadness could be forgotten or lost moments
Sadness is a state of mind
Sadness isn't very kind
Sadness hurts, stings, and bites
Sadness can hang over us all through the nights
Sadness is the color blue or black
Sadness is the reason good guys hold back
Sadness is rejection from a girl or boy
Sadness is a child with no fun or joy
Sadness a dry and dreary place
Sadness is a frown on a loved ones face
Sadness is putting your dog to sleep
Sadness is what causes most to weep
Sadness burns your souls desires
Sadness sparks unwanted fires
Sadness exist in broken dreams
Sadness is lights faded gleam
Sadness is when you've lost the "ONE"
Sadness is the last heartbeat. Done!
Form:
Our love isn't a mime, nor a rhyming song,
But one we sing that stings with grief and shame.
A robe we wear with sorrow all night long,
Our hearts no longer with passion's flame.
The ripened time prepares to draw us wide,
Our bond not stronger than a weathered stone.
We stumble, yet let silence be our guide—
Love suffers round the clock, but stands alone.
Still, old age cannot steal what friends endure,
The sign still swirls within each rising breeze.
It brings a comfort quiet and so sure—
A vow that in our minds will never cease.
Our children's glow revives the love we knew,
Their presence paints our friendship warm and true.