The Necktie
He woke up fully dressed, minus his tie, in the lumpy bed
of a third-rate hotel, which had a fridge beside the TV
The last semi-civilized place, one up from sleeping rough
The room reeked of depravity, and a dusty curtain
protecting the inhabitants from the cruel world outside
The news was about a woman who strngled with a tie
He sat up, and he had lost his tie
The tie was green with black dots on it, should he ring
the TV station and ask what color the tie is?
Or should he remorsefully and fearfully sober confess
to a murder he could not remember having committed
The fridge rumbled, he got up, opened it, in the hope of
finding a cold beer; there, wrapped around a bottle
whisky, a red necktie
Categories:
remorsefully, abuse, age, america, angst,
Form: ABC
Let us pray
with soulful lips
from our hearts
to the Spirit Divine;
Let us pray, and let
peaceful solace us
refine: a thirsty mind
quenched only when
remorsefully sipped Christ's
sacrament of sacred wine –
and the bread dipped in,
for the body, without such
transformation, is a ship
gone astray, on a sea
of corrosive brine –
let us pray, and let God
sooth our fears, with
shapes of love and
peaceful contours, raptures
of healing forgiveness –
let us pray, whereby
with Christ's dearness
more our souls securely
align, forsaking the
Devil's enticing satyrs –
restoring blessed light to
a world desperate with shadows –
let us pray, that we trust only
in our Heavenly Father's
guidance when it comes to
man's earth, and all
Life's Spiritual Matters --
Categories:
remorsefully, christian, christmas, forgiveness, love,
Form: Free verse
When failure hits you hard,
you realise you have played all your cards.
Stuck in a room with just yourself,
you inner voice filled with hatred can turn you deaf.
Time that's passed makes you guilty.
The achievements of others makes you feel filthy.
Standing on the edge you realise what you lost,
you fret every second for the opportunity you flippantly tossed.
The smile you give camouflaging your sadness is ephemeral,
it's followed by a night which leaves you devasted and vulnerable.
You are daunted by the future and its uncertainty.
You look out of the window remorsefully.
You wonder will life ever give you another chance?
Will you forever be stuck at this mediocrity or will you ever advance?
There's this feeling inside you which makes you feel worthless.
You try to shut it but you are helpless.
Self love seems like an imaginary concept.
Optimism seems something you cannot accept.
My tunnel has turned into a maize with no light at the end.
I am too exhausted to keep smiling and pretend.
Categories:
remorsefully, anger, conflict, depression, destiny,
Form: Rhyme
barren skinned and abandoned I sought my
redemption-
for loneliness was my zenith, the utmost distance
from symphonies of tomorrow's love
resonating fear guided me downward toward
all things that my youth used to murmur-
echoes of quiescent constellations call out to
me and I am left nude…
descending downward into a bounty of loss;
the staircase awaits my good intentions as my
racing heart knows not what has been left for
me to conquer
like a chrysalis, my porcelain skin protects my
heart from what is and what is to come-
enchanted by life’s astounding contradictions,
I lead none other but myself into cascades of
lachrymose forgotten moments
for I have been placed amongst those who
suffer more than me,
it breaks me when children weep, sisters die-
so, now I walk treading remorsefully so that I
can forgive those who wronged me;
the wrongs I have extended need to be
released into the starlit sky we call a marvel
for I am descending downward into a bounty
of loss,
barren skinned and abandoned-
awaiting my resplendent ascension
October 16, 2019
John Lawless
NUDE - descending a staircase Poetry Contest
Categories:
remorsefully, dark, deep, loss,
Form: Free verse
Undoubtedly the last beautiful sunny summer day
Hoped for yet so unexpected happy effervescence
No clouds in the sky gentlest breeze stirring the bouquet
Clinging to every last loving shred of benevolence
Everyone so aware this day is but an aurevoir
So much better than any shot of adrenaline
As the doddering sun remorsefully kisses our skin
Awake soaking in all that warm sunspun honey nectar
Seems birds butterflies and bees all astir
Hustle their one last dance before the snow
Though it may not fall upon us tomorrow
It lurks we all know just around that corner
Golden glow on ecstatic grinning silhouettes
Quivering translucent gold sprinkles on charades
Take heed moments of borrowed time when the sun sets
Gone the last summer whirl for fall crispness invades
AP: Honorable Mention 2023, Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on October 7, 2017 for CONTEST NO.345 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND
Categories:
remorsefully, autumn, nature, september, uplifting,
Form: Free verse
'Let him who is without sin cast the first stone...'
...I am a sinner...are you?...
My shadow walks before me in curmudgeon corridors of space and time
Silent screams of the bellowing banshee warning me of my cumulous crime
One step away from haunting hell seductive shadows pull my skeletal soul
Living in a declivitous dwell trying to escape my hallucinogenic hellion hole
Sweet sleep of death come before me to burry my transcendent thoughts
Within my banished breath I lie lingering as my cadaver remorsefully rots
The sanguineous stench of sorrow breathing in the anguished accusive air
Entombed like a pharaoh my shadows sanctioned as the eyes begin to stare
Walking thru damnation gates I do the demon dance with deceiving desire
For my own demise awaits as I decadently distill in the dungeon funeral fire
I pray my dormant ashes awaken to liberate my sanctimonious sinful ways
Absorbing lachrymal lashes slowly I step to come out of this beguiling blaze.
Aug.12.2017
The Poet's Shadow
Sponsored by: Greg Barden
Categories:
remorsefully, deep, sin,
Form: Rhyme
She’s brilliantly nerdy as they say,
But I think she’s overrated still,
When at work she’s a lazy bee,
Who feels remorsefully adamant
about changing company’s policies
on genuinely fake products imported,
At home ,she loves sitting on her
Soft hard sofa sipping soft soda,
Surrounded by friends who are sincerely dishonest,
And are backstabbing gentle fellows.
Yet ,she’s still gracious and kind in her ways,
I supremely condemn this false truthful trait…
DATE:8-20-2016
Categories:
remorsefully, character,
Form: Free verse
Say me well to Venus,
Moribund lights shines upon us.
In the eyes of meager Love now sees us.
As an angel to his wings was I to you.
A blend in molten that of gold and diamond;
Though a combination, now a matt face in response.
Who is she truthfully.
She stays and calls herself Jullie.
All angels amused in view of a paragon.
Save a bemused man at sight.
What fresh berry taste from thy lips.
A pumpkin shape has her hips
And imagine a tight situation in crimson light
So nice sounding it was pellucid
Ebbs and flows came in time.
Together of him we bore not in mind.
Move on! Yes Move on in his path.
Tears and all lone me is his wrath.
A new berry lips to taste.
Please Jullie let it go in haste
Your lips! Oh your lips seeming so now transparent.
Reason light in mind with you as a wraith.
Save it in all the hates
In he that took you away named Hades.
I sang quiet and mood remorsefully.
Because us………We’re Gone Jullie!!!!
Categories:
remorsefully, angel,
Form: Ballad
As each fatigued day culls my nature
Mine mind does Judas thee
And tinker pon the waves of hope
Muted Banshee
My blighted roots once writhed hitherto
Severed from earths comely breast
Mother natures contempt of me
Fair mumsy, she knows best
(Stark)
I adorn no vibrant leaves
Laird, wooden beast
Plucked till I stood bare
No blightsome shade for sibling seed
From summers wretched glare
(Raving)
With chestnut blight, my ashen crown
Looms remorsefully
And you my wretched parasite
Prefer to pick at me
Not with axe, nor barbarous force
Unjust chipping at my belief
Till I am lost and swathing
In painfilled cumbersome grief
(Mad!)
So whilst the heartwood settles near
And whilst I shed my final tear
Am crushed, lopped rooted out
Be ever headful, covet doubt
That even pon the vilest slope
Within Woolgather
Hush lullaby
Hope x
Categories:
remorsefully, hope, nostalgia, , Lullaby,
Form: Free verse
Her warm aqua eyes
Have since turned ice blue
Hope has escaped her
Grasping on to her rosy hue.
Wisdom left behind
Self-pity shakes her hand;
Gripping strongly to self-worth
Stealing away her LAST STAND.
Searching diminished dreams
Wasted away in Failure's Fire
Her smiles among the ashes
Along with her willful desire.
Set emptiness secures her
As she enters remorsefully in
The door of her dungeon of Dark Woes
Blanketed tightly in her revealed sin.
Categories:
remorsefully, depression
Form: Verse
Wrapped in shattered wings of failure,
remorsefully, begging second chances
from the crowd of mannequins; Judgement of silence.
Feeling, this searing breath of mortality
sweep away accolades and critical acclaim.
Slipping from the satin pedestal,
perched upon broken egos.
Tearing the cloth as you cling, grimly, to the pinnacle,
as all the time understudies wait
to steal the lines from your lips.
Buried secrets erupt from the closed casket,
Still kicking, screaming, with life.
Gutter press headlines, while “Variety” keeps
a dignified silence. Perimeter of courtiers
still bolster fragile façade, even as they kiss and tell.
Dressed in skin, washed to many times.
Do you pray for endless Sundays?
Now as you enter saffron sunsets; How you have fallen.
Categories:
remorsefully, life, sad, social,
Form: Free verse