Long Torpid Poems
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i remember darkness
as it filled your eyes
with the umbrage of death
i never saw it scrolled
on the lace stitches of night
yet it was written there
perhaps it was all along
when one learns where to look
i should have known
it would be the last cockcrow
before winter's storm
the way you laid there torpid
like summer's sun beyond the horizon
when tossed about in the winds
of winter's frozen breath
maybe i would have seen it
if i weren't looking
through fogged-rims of dawn
that hand's of night had sewn
upon life's window
my tears fell like heaven's crystals
across newborn fields of white
as i heard the trumpet's blow
while death and i both pressed firmly
against your algid lips
but only silence kissed back
Learning the threacherous tricks of the despicable ones
Enabled the greed-driven soldiers to conquer with lies;
Torpid days of guilt came to smolder them with disgrace,
Trudging forth the conquered souls lost wealth and praise.
Immense was the anger of having been betrayed by their own;
Gentry souls fought in the fierce battlefield to defend their reign.
Gushing blood became a red river, corpses in open graves;
Observance is repressed with disdain, the South still grieves.
No remembrance for the slaughtered ones, no mercy in their voices,
only a deplorable silence; their heads won't bow and show sympathy.
How can a nation be whole, if it is divided by an ideal of pride that rages?
Unrest troubles them, it's time they restored fairness and human dignity!
Prosperity is
absurd without unity,
it's a disaster.
Written on 4/11/2016
Contest judged on: 4/13/2016
Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating
caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with 10,000 maniacs
intense heat and duraflame
long since eroding
weather beaten soul asylum
strip mining away
vestial trace, hence impossible mission
rectifying purposeless existence
imputed to passive self sacrifice
upon cusp of prepubescence
mystified, mummified, modified,
stilled, lulled, andhushed
obsessively grammatically fanatical
oftimes feeble efforts yielded countless
corrective editing measures
subsequently rendering lame
resultant deplorable effort
despite NON GMO gluten
and monosodiumglutimate free
diet of (hooked) worms
limply tethered symbolic constructs
analogous to dangling participles
scraping, plowing, etching...
imperfect triangulated Hollywood squares
across parched stream of consciousness
former luscious cerebral riverbeds
long since bone dry
millennium since onset climate change
courtesy global warming
blowing in the hot torpid wind
sands of time elapsed
accepted biological demise
forever linkedin with his forebears
birth/death repurposed cycle
activated, demonstrated, gifted...
integration, narration, reincarnation...
biochemical, geological, paleontological...
legacy randomly begetting me
epochal, integral, orbital saga
since time immemorial
fifty plus shades of once ashen gray
well muscled athletic human specimen
oblivious corpse good n plenti
petrified, metamorphosed, coalesced
bleached skull and crossbones
grown brittle when blazing sun's
rays generated aforementioned disparate ideas
jangled, rankled, and zapped
in tandem with bared tiger (no lion)
slapdash pell mell, helter
skelter, higglety pigglety...
germane blitzkrieg rained down above
leaving writer, tortured, mortified, and benumbed
without either sense or sensibility
nor pride and prejudice
perusing discombobulated chaotic
kamikaze lobbed muddlesome nonsense.
Quivering lowest limb
namely mine little feet
medication side effects
analogous running dead heat
most often while fast asleep
the missus claims thrashing feet
easily mistaken for epilepsy
disrupts her pleasant dreams
claiming legitimate grounds
for kickstarting divorce
bachelorhood amenable
versus her furious
expletive laced outbursts
crying out loud
further under_scoring, necessitating,
mandating, accentuating...
feasible solution for Pete sakes,
thus favoring me night owl schedule
mine circadian rhythm
easily reoriented,
reestablished, realigned
when she goes beddie bye boo
I feel unbounded energy reserves
bubbles forth courtesy microcosmic
La Brea tar pits interestingly enough
preserving fossilized traces,
when shut eye cycle
regarding yours truly
synchronized more optimally
with counterpart, which
vagary linkedin with
one or more
pharmacological prescriptions,
yet this mister loathe
to forego synthesized agent
that calm emotional provocateurs
particularly diminishing
frequency and intensity
formerly debilitating panic attack,
which vestige chronic anxiety
prevalent thank you sweaty hands
profuse dripping perspiration
during torpid heat waves,
where combination
central air conditioning/
(albeit malfunctioning)
doubles as warmth
generating source
one bedroom
apartment unit B44,
which aforementioned detail
lacks relevance in toe toe
with healing power of
selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors
cuz clinical depression
linkedin with diagnosis
constituting genetic package
biologically bequeathed
to this anonymous hominid
amazingly graced with
psychological ills affecting
academic and employment functionality,
hence lifetime struggle
to live hand to mouth
hardscrapple existence
plaguing dependents and spouse
dealing with mailer daemons
compromising her mental health
translated as without income,
therefore financial shortcomings
lured by castles in the air
pipedreams, a lottery winner,
I dream of genie - in a bottle...
which farfetched stroke of luck
less likely than
getting struck by lightning
with sunshine illuminating
man cave within
which scrivener scribbles away.
Autumn In The Air - Hooray
Respite from punishing
heat wave - yay
which above line,
could "speak" volumes,
and be a stand alone poem
offering readers
a reprieve nsync
whence roasting, sultry,
and torpid unpleasant
weather since yesterday
boot such brevity,
would disallow
me to extemporize,
but more importantly today
this intrepid word
smith doth "say,"
he would never
wanna miss trodding,
the formerly (golden
in their heyday now sketchy),
sections of said roadway,
now where digital electronic
rustily hinged, abandoned,
and gated haunting quay
a throwback, when
private manned schooners
(shaped like a beer stein),
perhaps headed to Uruguay
could ply outlying
waters of cyberspace,
why... just yesterday
when my troubles
did not seem so far away
versus this present opportunity
to risk live and limb
(and Kong like wrath
of my reed ding fans)
while getting way
laid "traveling as
Wilburys soul survivor
foreign ancient groupie,"
the dangerous, derelict, and dicey
dubiously dotting dilapidated,
dark corners information
super high way,
thus yours truly
doth not heed,
but flaunts like some cray
zee (NOT RICH, NOR ASIAN),
but rather some gray
beard (grizzled), curmudgeon
figuratively gnarled, toothless,
and weatherbeaten lackaday
lay about good for nothing
mellow flew wuss depraved
('cept mebbe "robbing"
precious and special time
of some bachelor
farmer from Norway)
all the above
essentially wrote for naught
merely (as diversion) to comment,
how this September day wrought
ascent o' fought
(a scent oh aught) tum caught
me wear'n a corduroy
long sleeve shirt since...aye taut
a "FAKE" hungry
Grimm gimlet eyed trumpeting lout,
germane Don apprenticed
how to become cannibalizing
(without accountability) fuhrer,
(and lastly rendering enemies
into sweet tasting sauerkraut),
this while learning das dialect
(tickle) Matt speak,
(which took me a lifetime),
this preceding the
quirky invention of the umlaut!
Cold
is the
iron bench
I sit upon,
watching for you on
this cool Autumn morning
but all I see is a lone
slug moving slowly from lichen
to lichen on the far arm rest, a
thick trail of slime marks its supine passage.
I remember our long talks as evening
approached, sitting on this old worn bench,
the sky blushing at us as it
shared its multi-hued secrets,
flowers fragrant and sweet.
The birds singing songs
of love to us
but it all
had to
end.
It
was on
your birthday
when I told you
I love you and gave
you the gift, a thin gold
chain. You just stared at me, the
chain dangled between your fingers.
Letting it slowly fall to the ground
you smiled sadly then turned and walked away.
That was the last time I sat on this bench,
the last time I saw your gentle smile.
Now, it is a lonely refuge
for me and my torpid friend,
a lost, eremitic
soul, searching for what?
Only he knows.
How I wish
to be
him.
I
watch as
he slowly
traverses the
handle when through the
dim morning haze I glimpse
a gleam of light from under
the bench. It is the chain buried
in the sand, only the clasp showing.
I leave it for some young lovers to find.
08/17/16
No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation
nsync with baby boom.
No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
yours truly haint got any
handy dandy blues clue,
nonetheless said wish -
I broach to you,
whether ye reside in Baku
Guangzhou
Kalamazoo
Kathmandu
Peru
Thimphu
Timbuktu.
Sudden pang roared awake
nsync like blazing saddles
hot enough to sizzle steak
torpid, humid, and
arrid extra dry to take
breath away analogous vacuumed
courtesy fire breathing dragon
chilling parched scales in great lake
already this doubting
Thomas doth hanker
for global warming yore
less than six months ago
geesh for goodness sake,
when Earth did bake
triple digit temperatures
no thirst could slake,
thus intravenous feeding
in tandem with trach
still inadequate to brake
yours truly did pine... for chill
against dehydration, ah only to wake,
when came the morrow,
where Jack and Jill
sweat buckets, this
before they climbed uphill
akin to madding crowd
clamoring, thirsting, gulping...
every last drop
essentially emptying damn
immense reservoir spill
futilely swilling parched lips till...
Old cranks shrugged off
exceptionally hot weather, and did scoff
younger generation's creature comforts
old geezers recalled
back in the day
as laddies and Tom boy
lassies did slough
no trespassing signs
skinny dipping after they shuck off
clothes giddily swinging
atop highest bough
playing hooky averse
learning would ever payoff
pitying other kids in school
former gathering rosebuds...
around lunchtime hunger
relishing stealing stroganoff
under nose of Mister Groff,
one former German World War II,
who colluded with American "boys"
despite heavily decorated luftwaffe
and posthumously honored
Veterans day getting last laugh!
It only made sense to me-
like I only wade in destiny,
like I only drink very dark tea,
on summer mornings when they are scorching...
It only made sense to me,
like it's scoring the dividers detracting O' tall and torry,
at the worried hello sojourning,
...of a next year's encouraged
deuteronomy,
and the slots spell perfectly like I am optionally twerking
tangents and the emotional torpid laughing,
hacking as I complain entrapping this dent upon the distances-
completing me in the persistence, as I know of no more to be finished
and fixed,
this is existence and the amiable confidence.
I hear the tea pot singing
With the amber liquid sizzling
I see spouts of vapor ejecting
With sweet aroma spreading
A cup of hot steaming tea
Revives us on every morning
As we sip it when we scan the news
We feel the early languor lifting
Nothing like a cup of well blended tea
For a tired soul to enliven his body
Its delicious taste and delicate fragrance
Make it everyone’s lovesome buddy
A heavenly drink for the torpid minds
A beverage brewed from the best of herbs
A magic potion for the feverish lips
Which in tiresome hours, everyone yearns
Tea time is the pleasant family time
How we babble and burble over a cup of tea
Drawing people closer, cementing relations
Sure, it’s a time to look forward with glee
Submitted for- A Brian Strand Standard Choice Poetry Contest
Placed First
April.22. 2022
Placed 9th
Anything You Want- New Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Chantelle Anne Cooke
Woke up in the morning and moved towards the balcony,
Felt the breeze attractive; spotted some birds tiny.
Wondering why every morning is so special,
With some new vibes and a new potential!
Hours just flew by and the afternoon came,
I sprawled and then played a game.
My body became torpid and so was my mind,
Only the dullness was left behind!
I went outside and got engaged with nature,
Found vivacity like a hidden treasure!
Clouds floating, birds chirping allured my eyes,
I was in love with this paradise!
I came back and rested for a while,
With the gift of nature, which was a smile.
The other distractions didn't distract me,
As I was already distracted by the nature's beauty!
In the night, I was gazing at the moon,
Through the window in my room.
Recalling my whole day situations,
Thinking that, nature would be the best remedy to avoid distractions!
I concluded that afternoon time would not be always dull,
Rather, it depends upon the people.
Those who could keep the distractions aside,
Would have joy and tranquility by their side!
Our mind is a void in the dawn,
Having least distractions in its lawn.
That is why morning seems a special time,
Till the clock struck nine!
Let us keep the distractions far,
To come with the geniuses at par.
Distractions will always try to distract you,
But be a more vigilant or else become a statue!