Ponderous Poems | Examples

The Lingering

follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia

one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes 
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash

let the weeping corpuscles lie
swarm and jostle in the grotto
rattle and blather away our days
I’ll wait for your recriminations
fall asunder under your touch
fastidious in my entomology

let the bouquet glide downstream
the scytheman is still in his kingdom
then we rejoice in endless daze
the lingering beaten with bravura

Eulogizing

A lover and a brother are heavy.
Recounting the contents of life is work.
A vessel holding unaccountable dust
may be volumes for a biographer’s notepad.
   “I miss she real bad!”
Whittled words.
Ponderous, leaky expression
surrendered by gross vulnerability,
and maybe a short lexicon.

A lover and a brother
and their handheld tomb,
this wild man pair in tropical print-
cotton tops mirroring loopy island ladies
under pineapple/banana coronets-
standing shoeless upon burning shores,
bearing their dead love,
gone sooner than hope had promised...
fish feed in a jar.

In the Midst of Time

In the midst of timeless time, I stand;
But still, she does not stand,
Elegantly moving, tick tock, tick tock, all day,
The price of delay, too heavy to pay.

Millenniums tick by like ponderous dinosaurs,
Time never blinks, always ticking and tocking,
Centuries come, centuries go; no scaurs,
To tell the tale of an ancient king.

Decades tumble upon others,
Years like yesterday roll by,
Months and days tuck arms together like brothers,
Time in a rush, no time to say goodbye.

By the hours, time revs up speed,
Minutes not enough to run,
With frantic fingers, seconds arms feed,
The last of time allocated and moves on.

It's not a two-letter, four-letter word

For some, this two-letter word
is as ponderous as a sixty-cubit chain.
It rattles around in their hearts
like a lightning-and-thunder storm.
Uttering it is as impossible as
eating blazing coals or rusty nails:
both burn the tongue as mercilessly.

Two simple letters that might as well be
any of the twelve Herculean tasks –
each one requiring heroic effort of will.
Far easier it is to merely accede with a 
three-letter utterance of acquiescence:
Less drama. Less guilt. Less conflict.
At what personal cost, though?

Don’t turn the two-letter word
into an internal four-letter one!
View it not as a curse or weakness;
assertiveness is not always easy.
Say it once, twice; five times –
et voilà, it effortlessly becomes 
the simplest word in the world!

tramped mine engramoxicity

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                        deeps
                        down

                     drowning

                        drunk
                with all uv their
                         love
                        rough
                   soft touches
                       kisses
                        hugz

                  listen to mine
                       bluster
                 az the bubbles
                         pop
                        toxic 

                "beaming eyne
              ponderous tresses
              hot chocolate with
             thick marshmallows
                   champagne
                     cherries
                     excited 
                 trickling flesh
                    mine lips
                  theirn digits

                 Friday nights"

Rusty Rake

Written: December 09, 2023
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solitary slope whispers below
by the vernacular aphonic
with a fierce wind and unbiased rock

bucolic vibe is ponderous
It's chameleon patois
In schizoid iridescence and fluffy sky

I decipher everything
while trudging uphill as blind
Into the mouth of irrational tempest
no reason to stay here

as haze covers the sky
crows excel at tracing the white trail.

Songs of Soul COS No 3: ABAB

Quest be, will we exist ... 'tis hit or miss
be of a lifetime. I gave no degree
of my retractions that constants amiss
my seeing yon desk an intimacy
be measured as the worth of passages.
A ponderous virtue partook a smile
that placed atop lap held, arched assuages,
instantly noted, that after a while,
what had parted yon me cannot have gone
unnoticed, mainly, in closeness to me.
I barely moved; could one part day from dawn.
A book was returned, oh my, could it be?
Not lap or arched back, he stares at the floor,
torn mind as a book sits unfound once more.

Mourning

Language clinically conspires to make the event 
a reality undeniable, a fait accompli,
forcing the mind to use the correct labels.
Words wring wounds until they submit and gasp.

A lively life reduced to terms of the past,
as if with ceasing, it has been seized.
No longer do loves, laughs or fears work.
Now, they twist into distorted versions.

But the soul and heart resist this logic,
still think in the sense of now, and oft
escape the ponderous chains of constraint.

For love can’t ever be bound,
For loss will always be forever,
For hurt never truly heals from mourning.

Aren'T We

In a dither for a dollar
Monies are being squandered
The pox is upon us
Taxes are ponderous
Stuffed shirts are foolish
Peace yet eluded us
The world gets Denuded.
We're living in the space age
Can't eliminate war and hate.
These hard truths we face
We are a better human race.
Are'nt  We.?

A Mere Equilibrium

I want to live and die at the same time,
In this asylum, I am nothing but a dime.
I pray for the grotesque fame,
None, but the Master wants to get me out of playing this game. 

In this asylum, I live a lie,
The river Life is nothing but a gridlocked tie.
I want to be alive until I don't want to survive,
This phase is not my only witless dive. 

Is this asylum true, or just a gruesome illusion?
I want to bring back my vision.
I don't want to live in this ponderous loneliness,
I don't want to die until I wilfully confess. 

This asylum is full of savage desires,
I want to submerge myself in my obligations.
The river doesn't want to join the ocean of dark necessities,
The meander is coming closer to my pertinacity. 

True wisdom lies in my shadow,
Until it stays in my favour.
For centuries, I have penned the tales of this asylum,
I am nothing but a mere equilibrium.

Measureless

To measure up the moments
How measureless they be
‘Til toil consumes and life concludes
We notice – suddenly
That ‘twas not so immeasurable
Nor not so ponderous
But with a token patience
We could have counted all

And whether life had beckoned
And sped a firmer hand
Or whether it ease gradually
A snail upon the sand
So much had thus been granted
And yet so little still
That had we truly tallied
We'd perish – unfulfilled

The Price of Loss

An ache too ponderous
Strangling my heart in
Coils upon layers upon folds of
Sorrow
	Despair
		Relentless emptiness.

Pendulous, the desolation oscillates
From heart to soul to eyes –
Tears spill like precious pearls of water
Intensifying
	Amplifying
		Scorching
The arid desert of my being.

This inconsolable tsunami of loss 
Nothing can alleviate.
Memories provide scant solace.
Your absence: 
                 A harsh reminder of 
                           Your once taken-for-granted presence.
Yet … your Spirit that still within me resides,
Shall (I know) eventually seal the abysmal void in my life.

Still My Heart

deeper and deeper still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your depths

i cannot breathe
eye-level of the seas

higher and higher still
still my heart
that cannot fathom
that cannot reach
Your heights

i cannot touch
the sun on tippy toes

still my heart
keep my soul
deeper and deeper
higher and higher
where breaths are not needed
where the heart stops beating
where the Spirit is living

with ponderous wonderment
of the inkling You gift -
my open hands feel the weight
of Your mighty and gentle palms

You underscore them in embrace -
i dance in the transcendent space

Melancholy's Garden

Lost in a wistful arbor, where malaise blooms,
Mists flower in hypnotic bleak violet dusks
Shades of brooding melancholy  
Bruise my treasured bouquets of dreams
And plod through ponderous mists 
In metamorphic doldrums

Cold inertia spirals into lamentations,
Midnights drugged with stupor
Lean heavy on my homeless hermit heart
In withering labyrinths of tangled voices,
Atonal buds of plaintive paeans,
When pensive lethargy pierces dawn.

My rose, in apathy, sees no reason to bloom
As shades of gloom birth shadow seasons
And pale fretting’s unbroken gaze dulls dawn’s hues
Clouds of sighs ravish new shoots
Born in sweet trances of possibility -
Each breath a tedious indecision wrapped in enigma.

Dullness shrouds each new growth in greyness
A slow march into inertia’s bower of cathexis.

Oblivion

Fortified ponderous wandering soul
Reaching for the stars above 
Blessed and beautiful barely whole
Gods wayward plan to send me love
Oblivious and cast away 
Undaunted meanderings hit a wall
Sun rises moon fades away
Hungry my soul stands astutely tall

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