Long Vertigo Poems
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Life has a meaning if you wake up from stupor
Procrastination will not help you achieve goal
days pass, years waste away, making you a loser
wake up before time takes a worst turn, death bells toll
When there was nothing there was God who created
A beautiful and pristine world for man to live
Be a vicegerent and protect the ill-treated
To be kind towards all to forget and forgive
Work to live, live to work is a motto well served
Stupor belongs to the Devil, fans his ego
Some rest after a day's hard work is well-deserved
Work without required sleep results in vertigo
So, wake up from ever deadly stupor my friend
Take up unfinished tasks to give meaning to life
It's never too late for an evil soul to mend
If not, words of evil and slander will be rife
Around she goes
Dancing on stage,
A prance to hide,
A smile which cries.
She spins around,
Vertigo overcoming.
She sauté's with deadly grace,
As she tries to reach.
The ground cracks,
Opening a void,
She tried so hard to leave,
Now stuck anew.
A darkness swallows,
As she falls back,
To accept it or escape she thinks,
But she can't really,
She shall run but can't hide.
No matter how far,
It always catches up.
Worse each time,
But no one sees.
Why not just accept it?
Enjoy the darkness,
Give up hope,
Does it matter with ur little life?
Why bother if u can't run,
If you can't escape the silent chase,
Like hide n seek in a barren land,
Or running on a treadmill hoping to reach.
Dr. Zhivago
Dr. Zhivago is simple having no ego.
Met him recently, not long ago.
Born under constellation Virgo.
Got a Degree from University Glasgow.
Had a trip on cruise in river Congo
with his pet Australian dog Dingo.
He enjoyed the dance Tango.
But he was scared to go
on hill-top, as suffered from Vertigo.
He is fond of the game Bingo.
His favourite fruit is Mango.
In ship he transports Cargo.
05/27/23
oo weeping willow oo
oo why do you mourn so oo
oo laden with inconsolable sorrow oo
oo tears of woe overflowing in soft moonglow oo
o incognito on tiptoe to and fro such source of vertigo o
to hovering melodies of oboe under a van gogh rainbow
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o o o o o o o LO o o o o o o o o
o o o o o o o LOV o o o o o o o
o o o o o o o LOVE o o o o o o o
o o o o o o OVEL o o o o o o o
o o o o o o VELO o o o o o
o o o o o ELOV o o o o o
o o o o o LOVE o o o o o o
o o o OVEL o o o o
VELO
ELOV
ELOVEL
ELOVELOVE
LOVELOV O LOVELO
VELOVE OVE OVELOVE
AP: 2nd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
Submitted on July 3, 2018 for contest GET INTO SHAPE sponsored by MAUREEN MCGREAVY - RANKED 6TH
The sun illuminates where former smile,
a crimson sunset into the crypsis
fades. Optical illusion - boat upside-
down, sails sullied, the upheaval of grit.
My sight ebbs and flows, a buoy beholds
the odd. I grasp the folds of skittered skirt,
hang on tight, my fishing shock strength reeling.
My black and blue breath, a sturgeon gasping.
Funny how the ocean tides seem so calm…
The wicked wretch is two-faced, a liar.
I’d bask in her embryonic fluid —
she can roll you like a reptile, scar you
for life. Still like a siren, she calls me,
my hair drying from her sin, her music
beckons, shimmering waves prod, “C’mon in.”
I dare to turn my back on my island.
But a child’s palm nestles into my world,
my heart sinks in vertigo — I let go.
I begin to turn over hapless beach,
finding cockleshells with wet hands and feet.
L i f e
I sense your perplexed pulse
within pirouetting pearls,
steeped in sinister streaks,
while fading sparks
of dulcet stars
swing from threads of darkness
on the verge of vertigo,
living in minutes
caught in the crawling contradiction
of tainted t i m e…
O’ f r a g i l e hummingbird,
I hear the hushed hymns
hovering through the ebony haze,
awaiting unlocked gates
adorned with regal rubies,
reflecting heaven that
sings of the sacred.
For in your lonely serenade,
in bittersweet solitude,
you raise fatigued feathers
to the alluring azure,
to heed the heartbeats
of the halcyon haven,
amidst your spirit
drowning in dreariness,
soaked in sadness,
counting cursed crystals
as blessings from the essence
of this endless enigma~
d r e a m gliding in drowsiness,
drenched in midnight terrors,
flowing between technicolor tercets,
etched in obsidian tears
within the raven prose
of Edgar Allen Poe,
oblivious to the table set,
serving chalices
brimming with
moonbeams and hope,
as you’ve long tasted
toxic embers from hellfires,
in a satanic sphere that knows
not the ingredients of peace,
consumed with hate and prejudice,
perhaps prewritten
from ashes seized
from the Hades inferno,
a spring stolen from the
valleys of dancing daffodils.
So let me waltz
beyond constellations of cruelty.
It’s too late to save the world,
to color the globe in lime green
and blooming blue,
as there is no winning
when the devil sits
on a throne of fickle flowers,
where snakes slither
through the narcissistic eyes
of the emperor~
dressed in deception,
eager to rule the weak and naive
with nothing but the scorching
heat of the serpentine sunsets,
bleeding venomous verses
upon your canvas
that pleads and prays
for compassionate clemency.
I feel the rising
of the merciful moon,
embracing the wolverine warmth,
filling the emptiness between
wicked lines,
k i s s e d by the weeping wind,
as purple phrases across pastel pages,
immortalize the poetic need to
paint the world with l o v e and lilac...
Once in a while, when the stars align in a silent symphony,
you meet someone whose electricity mirrors your soul like a calm sea,
and usually, it's a stranger who passes through your life like a comet through the night.
It was about three or four years ago when my steps were drawing shadows on Socola Boulevard,
and in a play of lights, I glimpsed a silhouette approaching, like an echo from a dream,
there was something in her walk, a dance of time and destiny that attracted me like a magnet,
and with each step, the intensity of our meeting grew like a wave ready to break.
Suddenly, I felt I knew her entire story, like an open book in the wind,
she had lived among men who did not know her soul, only the shadows she left behind,
as she got closer, I felt a sweet vertigo, like a dream suspended in time,
her steps resonated within me, a melody vibrating in my chest like an echo of eternity.
I looked her in the face, and her beauty was a sunrise captured in my gaze,
when we passed by each other, our eyes loved and sang,
a silent song that pierced the universe's silence, just for us,
and then she passed by me, without turning our gaze to the past.
Then, when I looked back, she had vanished like a dream fading at dawn,
what can you do in a world where almost everything worth having or doing is an illusion?
I entered a café and decided that if I ever saw her again,
somehow I would say, "Listen, please, I must speak to you, to capture the moment that escaped us."
I never saw her again, nor will I ever see her, but her memory is alive,
the iron of our society silences the heart, like a flame under a bell,
and when you silence a person's heart, you leave them ultimately with only a dream.
Between the whispers and the sighs
The sweet taste of champagne,
still lingers on her lips
The fragrance of jasmine oil,
slides from her fingertips
I know that I'm ready for,
whatever she has in mind
There's a warmth taking over me,
that's moving deep inside
A mystic instigation,
of skin against skin
In breathless anticipation,
for loving to begin
Outside is the darkness,
of a cold winters night
Inside there's a passion,
burning by firelight
Chorus
Between the whispers and the sighs
I can read between the lines,
I'm following your signs,
Between the whispers and the sighs
I sense our love is right on track,
and there's no going back
Outside snow is falling,
no leaves left on the trees
but inside there's a heat that
brings me to my knees
Trapped inside the vertigo,
as lovers rise and fall
Isn't dizzy desire the answer,
whenever romance calls?
Chorus
Between the whispers and the sighs
I can read between the lines,
I'm following your signs,
Between the whispers and the sighs
I sense our love is right on track,
and there's no going back
There's a solemn silence,
no whispering of words
After love's expression,
only heartbeats are heard
I've never ever, felt this way,
for anyone else before
I hear eternity calling us,
as we open up love's door
Chorus
Between the whispers and the sighs
I can read between the lines,
I'm following your signs,
Between the whispers and the sighs
I sense our love is right on track,
and there's no going back
The sweet taste of champagne...
still...
lingers...
on...
her...
lips.
John Derek Hamilton
June 4,2019
I never understood her decent into
that maze of jumbled thought
and just
who she was hearing
between the walls of drywall
she would start laughing
as if someone had told her the funniest joke
and then silence
as if someone where whispering between
the echos of her mind
and suddenly
a word salad would emerge
in full flight
I used to worry that it was catching
this state of being
it haunted my days and made my nights
a worrisome blanket
that I wrapped myself in
as a type of vertigo would overtake me
and I found myself
tenaciously grabbing
for reassurance of sanity
in a most
insane
world
Without Agreement
Living in the vacuum of separation
An ashtray of burnt ember vibrations
In wounded agony torn apart
Sudden separation confusion imparts
Heartbeat separated from harmony’s essence
Absent whisper of the spirit’s presence
Heart in sweaty palpitations of dementia
Body swoons deprived in apt dyslexia
Two starving shadows whimper with fatigue
Pull in opposition as slumber flees
Banished into the abyss absent of life’s thrust
Cries for unity in harmony’s trust
Vertigo reigns in space split open wide
Simple grace caught between two riptides
Heartbeats and spirit wind lie in lethargy
Repulse vitality’s consummation in eulogy
The seed of unity clutched in arid darkness
Orphaned with withering roots of starkness
Nomads wander hearing the echo ancient
Blindly call muffled minds in siren’s plainchant
Climb from the chasm of separation
Find the way back to reconciliation.
9-19-22
Contest: San Mind Body
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker