The pall of gloom hovers over the sea of sorrow,
surges in turmoil tempest to my mental meadow,
melts to make the stream of tears to flow covert
as “the clouds spill a thousand secrets”.
The mordant brine of dissolved distress,
shaped in tear drops the eyelashes design,
slowly slides down my deserted visage vale
with the pent-up pile of dream debris.
Torrent of tears congealed in cold dereliction
carries the shriveled shards of broken heart,
rushes to reach the warmth of your yearning arms,
and become “love-drunk on desire”.
The flames of inferno of your lingering longing
blaze the enshrined essence of my frigid life,
“melt my tears into your sweet fire”;
the mesmeric mist creates the miasma of memory.
Zipper on my lips
A contagion in my veins
paralyzed spirit
unclouded
unhampered
views
noticed
& natural
observations
in
a spontaneous
interpretation
of
distant
light
upward
intimations
springing forth
uplifting
& transfigured
perfection
....revealed
.. revered
Come, dear forefront smile,
Snicker as I inherit the wind,
Watch my faith doodle for a while,
On your shifting sands of blatant sin.
Come, dear sidewinders of writ,
Let me with no choice, lies embrace,
Let beneficiaries taste false grit,
Our close hearts fooled by a social face.
Tantalize me with procrastination,
And hit me dead centre with living lies,
Let me watch power distance of no action,
And hypocrisy rise and truth murdered, dies.
Yet, the perfidy is predictable prophecy,
A reaping at mellow joy gets the purge,
All for that one discarded sagacity.
All for that fall into apathetic urge
An afterthought!
"Now is it not shameful to ask where power is?
When your feet are standing on it? "
The lanes of Yew trees
in the Garden of Remembrance
cast long shadows
over the wilting wreaths of regret.
The miasma
of the colophons
inscribed
superseded by
the suppressed vignettes
at each service held.
A student battling with Asthma
And vaporous Miasma
Wouldn't he pack up Charisma?
Soon, confront the sure dilemma
Of suspending his Diploma
Or sniffing Hard Work's aroma...
Espy I do Anathema,
Its picture clearest cinema:
A man from a great deal barred
And a future that might be marred...
Worse than malfunctional plasma
Bad Asthma plus Bad Miasma!
Lingering thick fog
drapes rainy dawn
with its alabaster blanket;
bright rays of sun
yet shines through.
Date posted: 07/31/2021
humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Copyright © Brian Strand | Year Posted 2007
The world is a paradise,
a magnificent melange
of desert and forest,
ocean and mountain,
of birds in flight
amid cotton clouds
and symphonies of flowers
carpeting God's green earth.
But we are
the Outsiders,
WE are
the conflicted species,
never happy for long,
never done.
So we war with ourselves--
then...
we war with the other.
We deny
we wear the same coat,
share the same mind,
feel with the same heart.
We hate---
when loving is easier.
We are so blind yet
are sure we can see.
Our nature,
our ever so human nature,
is a miasma
we never seem to escape.
Inter
laced with love,
on the margins,each life
a gift from God,deserving of
respect
yet humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
re-post inspired by a SO contest word
MIASMA
Inter
laced with love,
on the margins,each life
a gift from God,deserving of
respect
yet humanity
ebbing
restless,flowing
as the tide selecting
morals,claiming ethics do not
matter
such
self-love
catches us out
and cannot be contained;
overflows and spreads out beyond the
atoll.
Meet moments meek where wisdom whirls,
Yes start the flow of ample more.
Move what you seek in mystic swirl,
Etch thought that grows grand subtle store;
Now heed the cause with words that etch,
Think upon ways to master deep;
Aim for the course that frames bold stretch,
Live happy stay in healthy sleep.
Myriad the reach of joy and cheer,
Instruct the heart to know the truth;
Ask love to teach grand joy right here,
See thus true art where grace shows proof;
Make touch align fond poise that wins,
Ask for clear signs from depth unseen.
Leon Enriquez
23 September 2016
Singapore
Messy molten melt
Blazing burning belt
Miasma moving much
Fiery flaming fudge
Hurling hissing hot
Sudden sweeping shots
Deadly debris dance
Crusty crumbling chance
Leon Enriquez
07 September 2015
Singapore
Miasma Ripening
by Odin Roark
The chaff of greed
Feeds the consumer-compost,
While urban disquietude
Marches in lockstep.
Decomposition rages…
Choked roads of sunbaked gridlock,
Spider web into house upon house,
Creating cubic-waste upon cubic-waste,
Richer,
Poorer,
Fancier,
Shittier.
Drive by Reality…
Poor eye the rich,
Rich eye endless wants,
Avarice-bloated ticks of debt
Cruise side by side,
Beamers in the middle lanes,
Teslas in the fast lanes,
Phony nails,
Phony tans,
Corporate coffee,
Frilly coffee,
Strip mall yoga,
Storefront Scientology,
Think it…
You can buy it.
“Parade” the operative word…
As flesh and blood window-mannequins
Masquerading as humans,
Bedeck themselves in ugly clothes,
Garish clothes,
Supplied by the ever-surging China.
Just as toxic denial continues,
So too the enslavement’s rising stench,
Its ripening enticement lingering,
Its seductive aftertaste addictive,
Oh, so addictive.
i've taken up drinking.
talking to a wall.
a wall of confusions.
delusions.
agitations.
in depth analyzation.
sadness.
the word
of the day
of blight.
smite?
a worldly
glorious
delight.
she sits
in one spot
gladly staring
into a face
a
face
a face
a face
a
face.
the face
with
eyes.
with mouth.
with mystery
with
with
depth
long gone.
wonders
what
it is like?
why not?
why so?
why anyway?
ever?
why.
because!
because!
the face replies
showing her
dismay
and assemblage
she thought she had,
but inferiority
takes over
like a raging
baboon
over her young.
her young.
their youth
the youth
of questions
and no answers
the youth of mirrors
the face
and
the ass
tonight
she too
like me
will take up drinking
away from
confused questions
questions not even
formulated.
a
blank.
a language vacation.
start with an
adjective
she ponders
an adjective
a simili of nouns
[auto correct
interjections
correcting her
created words.
the fascism!]
going over
the past before
the word
of written
words
a word?
a word.
!!!!! flee !!!!!!!!!
she flew
melted
into a word
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