(Inspired by Joe Bonamassa's "Midnight Hours")
Oh, how I hate
when sunlight has fled,
Misery visits
as I lie in bed.
I simply can’t sleep.
I just feel so bad.
By midnight’s hour
I’m sadder than sad.
The clock keeps on ticking
and louder it seems
as I keep wishing
to fall into dreams
Chorus:
Thoughts of you swirling and swirling around.
Where can the sweetness of comfort be found?
I need to forget you. I’m coming undone.
I beg and I beg
for Oblivion.
Oh to just dream
this sadness away.
Instead with moroseness
the whole night I stay.
If I could only
get some shut-eye.
I’m feeling so blue
I just want to die.
This dirge in the darkness
keeps coming to me.
Please let me escape
my reality.
Chorus:
Thoughts of you swirling and swirling around.
Where can the sweetness of comfort be found?
I need to forget you. I’m coming undone.
I beg and I beg
for Oblivion.
Oblivion take me, take me away.
Oh, for oblivion
each night I pray
(repeat last two lines till end of song)
May 18, 2023
For Joe Bonamassa Inspiration 5 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
The melancholic pair of his deep brown eyes, depicts the contusion of his heart,
his stained skin and the deep furrows shows, how viciously he was torn apart. .
The bruise on his feet, the scratches on his palms,
the blood on his sleeves, and his nodding stance,
The moroseness in his stare, the abhorrence for the hues,
an arduous spin of emotions, he connects to few.
I had given up hope, given up idealism, given up faith.
Given up my imagination, given up my joy
You swooped in and danced around
Which annoyed me
I was reveling in my moroseness,
glorying in my depression,
wallowing in my hopelessness
But you begin singing that song you sing
Dancing that crazy dance
Cajoling me and making me smile
I did my best not to laugh
But you coaxed that out of me too
Pretty soon I wanted the joy you were offering
I gave up my sadness and my loneliness.
I gave up my depression.
I claimed joy
Because enthusiasm would not leave me alone.
Want more moroseness? Anger? Gloom?
Here is my sage advice. Stay in your room.
Expect lots of energy-stealing doom.
Keep the lights out, focus on the goodness of bad.
Glare, whine, pout, and bring on your best sad.
If this does not work for you, turn on the news.
Beware however, it’s only other people’s views.
When times make me wary, where do I seek strength to carry
me through? I pray the chaos, loss, and grief won’t tarry
till all are bereft, with nothing of our “normal” left.
God of Grace, please let not our rock of hope be cleft.
When typical closeness isn’t safe, I know loud verboseness
against restrictions won’t banish the moroseness
or ease the burden many experience worldwide.
God’s Word says “PRAY.” I do, each day, that He’ll stem the tide.
When life becomes surreal, what, besides prayer, helps me feel
peaceful—when the world is not on an even keel?
loved--when I can’t be with friends and family?
free—when my tiny corner of the world is all I see?
wind chime music, stately trees, a southerly breeze;
frequent newsy phone chats and drive-by waves that appease;
knowing He’ll “never leave me,”* though pestilence may rage.
assurance that someday His healing hand will turn this page
Deuteronomy 31:8 The LORD himself goes before you and will be with you;
he will never leave you nor forsake you. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged."
Date posted: April 23, 2020
Grace and Solitude Poetry Contest placed 4th
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Everyone is buzzing about Halloween.
Oh, your decorations are darling! I love your witch.
Have you seen Henrietta’s fabulous door decorations?
Did you see John’s tie?
Ghosts, goblins, witches, hooray.
The new guy is not jumping in with enthusiasm.
Matter of fact, he seems more quiet than usual.
Which most of them thought was impossible.
What’s the matter with him?
They whisper through bathroom stalls.
Giggling at his moroseness.
None knowing that his family was killed
In a car wreck on Halloween night two years ago
When the children were trick-or-treating.
Thinking he is the odd ball.
Tossing meanness about.
Making fun of a
Sad and sorrowful man
Who has no reason to celebrate Halloween.
She was never the person i thought she was
changing me everyday
with a smile unexplained
a tear tempered sunlight
a chuckle swallowed
but i am trying to be the person that she sees
i can be
Waiting for the next life and to find her once again
counting the minutes without her
poisons the minutes within her
Forgiveness held in finger tips
stretched paper lace thin
above torrent rivers of lies.foam garnished fingers
hug the moroseness shards
Sorry that one got away from me
she is indelible
Oh ...I will not! ...see you ...left... crepuscular ones!
though I turn my eyes away from your visceral hungry-ed movements, your quests
to be fed in shadows, the babied darkness on ink tip of night ...upon which you suckle
I do not, I will not, witness your skulking muscular moves with sonorous cellular revulsion...
NO! I will dissolve your desultory moroseness with this transcendent blade
So opulent and exuberant is THIS...unsheathed light!
Oh You, like the Halcyon...nesting in your only twilight...only one night ...are you too cynical for any other day or time? ...and filled with jealousy ...like the penumbra?
neither fully dark nor fully light...your painful "shades of...gray"
will simply milk away ... when shielded by loves might
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