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I pray to God that it will be a brighter day;
I want his warmth to clothe me day after day
Someday, the sun will erase all of my doubts
and push away the clouds…
I want to be a positive schoolboy – but the clouds
Cover me like mesmerizing, despondent shrouds
I want to be a positive youngster – I need to stay
True to my unaccomplished goals everyday
Lord, I know life has its ups and downs – but, I must keep a steady pace…
I want to develop a stable mentality with no trace of pity
Lord, I know life gets problematic in the long run – I FEAR I might fall on my face
I just want to be content – I want my dreams to become a reality
I'll be loving you forever…
for you’re the last thing on my mind before I go to sleep at night
I’ll take a moment just to ponder…
About you and our time together – thinking about you restores hope, joy and might
our love is wholesome and so much more…
our love will grow on forevermore…
our love is real and it’s a great deal…
our love is beyond measure and it’s totally real…
Our Love is oh so surreal
You melt my anguish away…
Our love can heal a broken heart
You cherish me in the month of May
You blow away winter’s dismay
I pray to God for a more optimistic mindset…
Hopefully it doesn’t result in forfeits
Push away the gray…and laminate it with a striking sunset,
I’m drowning in his inclement, rainy regrets
I’ll make sure to embrace competition…
for you're my reason I run the extra mile, winning honor and applauds
I’ll take a moment to pursue my ambition...
Of being with you always and forever – I fear I might lose all of my odds
With you…your heart isn’t pumping with vile frauds
Every single second spent with you…
Makes my spirit soar anew...
I never experienced such surreal love
Our love flourishes rapidly from up above
I’m sick with a love flu *cough* *cough*
I lost my one shot at unconditional love, because my mother deserted me.
Too young to know the reasons, which may, undoubtedly, have been valid,
I was left with an eternal feeling of abandonment, which seeped into my being.
I see a small child staring ahead, alone, dangling a tattered teddy by its arm.
Dried tears on her cheeks, and then suddenly sobbing again - lost.
No worried parent comes to find her, but she is eventually scooped up by a stranger.
The stranger tries to love her: she has new clothes, a home and a ‘good education.’
There is a cost though, and the love she seems to receive has a price - conditions:
She must be perfect, pretty, clever, a dancer, a university graduate, a success.
Never enough, or that was her impression, an ill-founded fear of abandonment
and imperfection, awaiting surrection at the slightest tectonic shift, cast adrift
If expectations were not met, goals left unaccomplished, deadlines missed.
And now, as I reflect in older age, I see the race I’ve run and the battle it became:
An eternal game I could never win…… or perhaps it is won, as I take the hand of the lonely child holding the tattered teddy, and love her - unconditionally.
"Distress'ed mind, forbear"
Tapestry unfinished
Piece contradistinguished
Color varieties
Leaves one's thoughts astonished
Like dance well choreographed
God in his wisdom knew
What this feeble heart anguished
Each day like unfinished
Embroidery__beauty
Still yet unaccomplished
Like a heart that's unchurched
Just waiting the spirit
On them be bequeathed
When enters astonished
Will they be___unfinished
Like quilt put together
Waiting to be finished
Yes__God will have to work
His magical design
That in his plan aligned
(After reading Edna St. Vincent Millay from "Huntsman What Quary?(1939) Poem # 3. used her first line __direct quote "Distress'ed mind, forbear".)
Grifter (inspired by Seth Art Carrillo)
Grifter was what someone told me...I reckon it was on a ridiculously stupid app...and a friend of mine told me about it, laughing while he says it...while I silently throw a tantrum...here the pounding of my drums of defeat...covered in corruption's cum...that drips against my fatigued feet right on frivolous beat
Right on...I'm a fraud that's freakin' frightening...I get it! I trust no one...
Isolated in my room of my own thundering, lightning thots... Sham shame embraced thee! Imagining my fiction becoming a reality...now, that's fantastically freaky
Favoring the good side of life...I'm a foolish, wise man in the brink of utter ruin...my blameworthiness is brewin' from deep within...scrambling in my feeling of unfeeling hurt...I hurt like a expert athlete and the pain is real and oh so neat - cover the wounds of my torn-up body with a white, linen sheet...let it bleed through, for I'm a sea blue
Tranquility never came into my hands of chaotic pleasure beyond measure...the Walking Dead has risen from the graves of glamorous decrepitness and bloody insanity...shame on you for making me live life without any worries, because there were so much to worry about in the first place...bombs that are set off right before my eyes makes me wanna bike ride through these up and down roads...overwhelmed with loads of fear that makes me shed this sorrowful tear...sheer cheer surrounds me, for I was a temporary hero, but it was all in my visions, my dreams of past ambitions due to dumb decisions and unaccomplished missions
Elevated by the fact that lovers of love equals the haters of hate...haters are losers and lovers are winners - so, don't play the blame game, for shame has came into my cranium of numbness and dumbness, sticking in my tissues of distress in progress
Rage typed into words of want...I need love and I want your XOXO's...blanket me with your bliss, not your hopelessness...friends come and go, I lost their phone numbers tho...but I don't mind being alone with me, myself and I...for I'm stronger than I realize, I'm not alone and I'm not a failure
The forest's hill is high,
not rocky,infertile or steep;
colorful and fragrant flowers
adorn its grassy slopes without gleam,
breathing among the fallen trees
as the ravens scrutinize and sigh...
My warm forehead is sticky,
and ready to drip sweat;
it's almost the end
of July as I observe
a brisk,yellow canary
seeping the pond's misty
and stagnant water laying beneath
the huge branches of a white oak...
Some raindrops hit my uncovered head,
I look up the the hazy sky
for sure signs of unpleasant weather
to end the unaccomplished task
of exploring nature in all its wonders
and strange mischievousness;
but despite the sensed danger,
I continue this very short jeourney...
Oftentimes I have ridden down
this bridle's path,where alone,
I have wittnessed changes in scenery:
gliding green tree-tops invaded by sunlight,
so brilliantly enticed by mistery,
and visible from the blazing sky...
My curious glance extends to the very end
of the stupendous and dense forest
to capture the shining rays of light, at noon,
penetrating deep through patches of blue;
and unlikely the trails of falling stars that
hold our breath in inspiring awe and fade,
they awaken a sense of wonderment
and admiration for such an enlightenment...
This long day has come to a close,
don't regret the vocation you chose;
drink up, your work is done!
Drink up, life only offers wine,
it's a brief pause from insane worries
and unaccomplished things!
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
think about how hard was all your sweat,
drink up and look up you're so blessed...
you can peacefully sleep on your bed!
Cheer up, hold up your shining cup;
drink up, eat up, leave no chump!
Be filled to the brim and start to dance;
it's a swell time to rekindle romance!
Let these be the longest hours before dusk,
break your glass and wish yourself some luck;
will tomorrow change anything you strongly wish?
What's your dream money or something to cherish?
Drink up, it's the moment of desired rest;
sit down and let stress out of your chest,
breathe easily, think how good is calmness;
drink up, drink up and worry much less!
Drink up, your work is done...
your worries are all gone!
Eleven months is too long a wait to greet,
Hello January ! At last you are here,
I was zealous to receive you this new year!
Some shiny pearls of intense merriment,
Amused throughout the year and gave a blow,
Let fill your heart and the face glow!
Some new resolutions to be made with you,
Few unkept promises solid as a bundle of water,
Must be kept and shared with you !
Some missing strands of mission unaccomplished,
Still ought to be executed this month,
Anticipate an appreciation from you!
Few events the source of unhappiness,
Though seem difficult to be forgotten,
Let them die earlier to you!
Hello! A brand new January ,
You are getting younger year by year,
I yearn for a close encounter with you!!
When Passion overwhelms
Passion my weakness that tends to overpower,
as if I am living only to nurture love and hover?
Logical thoughts beating and buzzing in head,
my biggest strength, words are better unsaid !
Heart full of love pumps into my farthest cell,
yearnings sizzling hot that refuse a tranquil.
Tears from starry eyes slip like quicksilver,
life nearing end, gloom and sorrow shimmer!
Wake up, can't let my being vanish in vain,
betrayed love why am I craving to attain ?
Unaccomplished, Unacknowledged, Unsought,
can't let suffocate and blot out my thought.
Love be soft as feathers, mind strong as reins,
my strength my ideas, firmer than any chains.
Sprout and grow fast and tempestuously,
making me stand venerable conspicuously !
Written November 7th, 2014
For contest by Verlena S. Walker
Awarded HM
At Last
Over ten years, hanging out on my coffee table.
Finally, one thousand four hundred and sixty pages,
collecting dust, in-between, in conclusion are able
to join two dozen, previously read, in various stages.
During these years, I did catch them in the corner of my eye.
Unfortunately, life’s journeys intervened, so they waited,
as did I, the years floated onward, they and I were passed by.
The journey stretched out over years, this is why we were fated
to savor tidbits of knowledge and wisdom throughout,
over ten years hanging out on my glass toped coffee table,
reflections before concluding our journey, ending without doubt
among the stacks of previously read book in my stable.
This being unusual for one who leaves nothing in the air.
Everything must be completed in a reasonable length time.
This unprecedented act of tardiness, ten years, my cross to bear.
Realizing it is all laid out in the lines of this rhyme.
Today, March forth, two thousand and twenty two, at one thirty PM
I gazed upon the last words, of the last page before closing this book
for evermore, this literary text of authors, poets, play writes, a gem
for this unaccomplished novice, receiving understanding, an inside look.
B. J. “A ”
March 4th, 2022
Old Dreams
In the evening when the moonlight;
Gently falls on land and sea.
Old dreams come like wolves at midnight;
Come to howl and torment me.
Dreams of youth their glory ended;
Fall behind sweet sorrow's vale
Dreams of love by sorrow riven,
Like the desert winds do wail.
Dreams are foolish, so uncertain,
Each of us a price must pay.
For we must rise to meet the morrow,
Rise to face another day.
Still tis hard for oft they linger,
At the edges of the heart.
Dear yet ever so illusive,
They tarry long and don't depart.
Sadness creeps into my chamber,
When I think of long ago.
When hope danced to the mystic music,
No one else but I could know.
Dreams like vapors, quickly rising
Rise like smoke and fade away.
Unachieved and unaccomplished,
At the breaking of the day.