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It's the bliss of the first kiss
now someone you miss
oh they came and their gone
wandering on
you try to stay strong
where have the people gone
And I don't want to sound upset
but my life reset
all I had is now gone
everything changed
I'm all on my own
where have the people gone
Going slowly on my only
in a world no one knows me
growing wrinkles crows feet
slowly tingle so weak
gums retreat lose sleep
please repeat sound seeps
light bleak legs ache
heart weeps sore feet
all day cure's sleep
all hurts thoughts leave
voice creeks can't breathe
slow beat no beat
heartbeat rests
where have the people gone?
Time flies up and over
starts goes
light solar
up down
dims glows
moods polar
light up in the shadows
drunk sober throwing up lows
I left the crowd living cautious
course they say I caused this
from inside their fortress
they'll never admit wrong
so I'll be gone
where have real people gone
Those faces weren't for me
attack insecurities
and wore me to my knees
they ego feed
uncared for as I bleed
Portray an act falsely
themselves before your needs
the ones that say that you're weak....
let them carry on
walk on and be strong
I'm all the people I need
Time flies up and over
starts goes
light solar
up down
dims glows
moods polar
light up in the shadows
drunk sober throwing up lows
In your eyes, I’m a nobody
Not much worth a look
Left unnoticed in one corner
Where no one saw me weep
Do I look unappealing, I wonder
Tried flashing a bright smile
Under the blinding noon sky
But still your eyes avoid mine
And you look past way beyond
Do I look blurry, I wonder
Finally, I caught a glimpse
When you tripped on my sore foot
But your gaze seemed ablaze
As if I was a lump on the road
Do I look frail, I wonder
Forgotten and uncared for
I felt exhausted and weak
Under the heat of the sun I rested
Till the storm passed through the night
Must I hold on, I wonder
One thing though is certain
I may be bruised and broken
But the love I have for you
Remains solid as a rock
5 April 2018
Laying on a dark street corner
the flames of a makeshift fire
the only sign of light
and a frugal attempt at warmth,
on a cold winter’s night
lost in thought,
or so it seems
confused and helpless...
stuck in a time zone,
unfairly treated
unnoticed
uncared-for
all alone
tattered clothes
a testimony of neglect
it’s merely an illusion...
look a little closer
at the laughing lines,
look a little closer
at the sparkle in his eyes...
there is no fear
a hidden smile perhaps
as he struggles for a breath of air,
last words uttered…
“I am ready... He is waiting”
the words of a homeless man
on his final destination...
. For so long the ground has warped
. depressed about my frost frozen feet
. For so long the sunlight
. has not glazed
.within the R E S T of trees and
.roots deep infertile om
.For so long IN solitude did I
. find sleep uncared for
. within the P E A C E of the church
.yards keep undisturbed
.For so long not until this
.night regret did inward
.seep to me and mourn
. within the ground a old
. soul lies asleep alone.
.For so long but now it’s
.~Hall-o-ween and I may rise again to moan.~
.~ For within the grave nothings as it seems ~
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Like many little girls,
My childhood was all about playing with my dolls,
Tiny handmade dolls - an adorable family,
They had a tiny house, which My Dad made for me,
A house made of wood, with balconies, and railings, and stairs, which enthralled me,
Which fascinated me so much, I thought,
My Dad was the most powerful man on Earth.
I don't have that enchanting doll's house any more,
It was lying uncared for, in a corner after I left home,
Somebody thought - it was occupying too much space,
Nobody played with it any longer,
This should be gone,
And...it was gone!
An unequaled, unrivalled, ultimate house in an imaginary world
of a young girl who visualized the world as flawless as
her father's vision and creation,
With tiniest details, and tenderest wishes
to hand in,
A Perfect World from a Perfect Father to his Perfect Daughter!
is the private chaos
that no one shares
or can translate.
The confusing question
is too difficult
to articulate
in little, shallow pools
of words or
trying for meaning.
Resounding
windchimes
don't just sway
without
sound,
or hope
of being heard.
They should be noticed
dangling
on the left end
of an uncared for
garden shed.
Walking into the woods
barefoot
in my backyard
on a Friday night
and sensing movement
in wings and song
is company enough
to fulfill one
of the cavities
other than those in teeth.
Something unarticulated
fills the indentation
and the hollows
of a rickety body
I call my own.
Brothers killing brothers......a field of blood
sisters slaying sisters.......instead of bearing sons.
mothers ,daughters..fathers, sons
all dead and gone, kindred spirits slaughtered one by one
by the hand of those each should love.
I wonder if at the last moment they had second thoughts
Is this the way to go ..isn't there a better way?
Perhaps dialogue or patience would have been better
Less lives could have been lost ..less regrets to bear.....more hearts could have
been won.
Yet the war continues unabated..send in more troops is what we say.
Isn't there another way?
Too many orphans left.. ..uncared for and grieving
too many tears have been shed.... hearts harden.
Prisoners of war......wounded and shell shocked veterans....... physically
handicapped....mentally deranged....a terrible plight
both sides share the same fate....pain and sadness is all that's left
no one wins yet the war never ends.
Love's now a thing of the past
only anger and hatred remain
When, oh when will Peace prevail.
Went back to the house of my childhood,
now abandoned!
The rusty gate creaked open…
found the once-cherished garden uncared for..
tall trees have grown taller,
bushes have spread with no control,
no flowers in sight -
dahlias, and jinias, chrysanthemums!
The swing is broken, tilting to one side!
I decided to enter the house,
Memory of a sweet past crippled my senses!
The dusty staircase appeared in my view...
an excellent structure made of Mahogany!
My father chose the wood, paid more than he could afford!
Probably he thought his family would live in this house for ever!
No, that didn’t happen. One grim day,
He had a heart-attack, he didn’t come back home!
children who were often seen
running up and down the staircase,
were taken care of by the relatives,
and moved to the city,
They did not come back!
Staircase remained a numb witness of the calamity!
Notes: Mahogany is considered one of the most luxurious and beautiful woods in the world, and because of that, it tends to cost more money than other woods like oak or pine.
April 10, 2023
Writing Challenge "S" word Poetry Contest
Theme: Staircase
Sponsor: Constance La France
FIRST PLACE
Open Poetry 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Charlotte Puddifoot
I'd abandoned friends been deserted by family
a sight dark to the end in a state unmanly
Friends with fake colours I'd left behind me
forgotten by a sister and brother unkindly
It was the darkest hour my life hadn't prepare for
never would I cowar uncaring though uncared for
Anger above all I'd known forcing me to go it alone
in tears I groan the dread of no one but my own
I could of gone back to cannabis or got cans to get pissed
smashed up anything in bliss but I thought I'm not having this
The lonely dawning path before me somehow assured
there's something more I have leading to a reward
In that moment in an unknown exclusion
an alien in an unforeseen reality
instinct found an uncharted conclusion
swallow pride and let the anger out of me
I picked up and object and let my feelings known
it was a pencil wrote a poem found a blissful zone
Something I'd never thought of saw me saved
if not for poetry evil would be laid
"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
can you hear the whispering? "
Quote by _Constance La France
Felt very strange that a house whispers!
Standing in front of the house
Where I spent three years of my childhood,
I could hear the story it does bear for me!
The rusty gate creaks open,
I enter with hesitant steps,
The once-cherished garden uncared for,
for a long time,
Tall trees have grown even taller,
Bushes have spread uncontrollably,
The lonely swing is broken, tilting to one side.
Decided to enter the house…
The majestic mahogany staircase caught my eyes!
No more the noise of giggling children running up and down!
The dusty staircase whispers the story of my father!
He built this house with most of his money,
He planned to live a quiet pastoral village-life after retiring!
Before he was ready, he had a massive heart-attack,
He passed away!
Looks like the house is still holding its breath
and waiting for him!
Does it really have a soul,
which is still searching for the man who never came back?
Dry Leaves crumble under my feet in
the orchard, whispering a sigh!
May 27, 2023
C Quotes - Writing Challenge Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
Quote 3
FIRST PLACE