Sadness. Poems

Why Lord

Why, oh Lord, does the weight of self-decision beset me with such existential trepidation?
Why do the crossroads of life's journey confound me, rendering me incapable of discerning my deepest desires?

Why does the clarion call of my own voice falter, reduced to a mere whisper, as I struggle to articulate my innermost longings?
Why, oh Lord, do

No Sadness Or Tears

You said you wanted out 
Of this marriage we are in 
You were packing your things 
And I’d never see you again 

I grabbed a beer and watched
As I sat in my reclining chair 
It did bother me you were leaving 
The truth is I no longer care

With all your arms could carry 
You loaded

duo untrue hue : footle

         blue eyes

                              slant goodbyes

Remembrance

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Sponsor : Suzette Richards

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watching passivity in activity
sad, sombrely sad
memories from womb rise and fall
little miracles of remembrance 
holding the hands of Fate we wait
Wheels of Fortune revolves, race stagnates
we do not cry, hankerchiefs dry
timeless we watch, clock ticking

clock glancing, mindful of time   
unseen cry, tissues wet lie around

The Artist Said

For sparks of joy to which our hearts have hold,
Like fireflies which the flows of time ignore,
And soon forgot, the moment we are cold,
The artist said, "Of this, I shall know more."
For vast unkindness which shall often come,
For not of justice is life's vessel full,
Which those afflicted would of it be numb,
The artist said, "I'll wear

The Good Was Taken Out of the Summer

The Good was Taken out of the Summer

The good was taken out of the summer,
With her garden patch left abandoned,
 Lettuce heads and scallions gone wild,
Her sweet summer plans all spoiled.

The good was taken out of the summer,
With green fly festering her roses,
Overwatered orchids on the sill
As her plastic bread bowl lay still.

The good was

THINKING THAT YOU THOUGHT

As if seeping through the paper.  Words;
                     Just seem to disappear.
        Yet absent are the memories,
          From only

Sadness

Sometimes
there is a certain sadness
that wells up from depths
too deep to name and briefly
settles in the souls of children.

On Becoming Obsolete

Shall we once more, in mountains of our thought,
Gaze down upon the vastness of our ground,
And know that for the meadows newly sought,
The flowering fields shall not by us be found?
Shall we recall that bronze took place of stone,
And then in turn to iron did yield its way;
That ships of sail no more the oceans

Harmony and Disharmony

The rhythmic waves roll,
Barely foaming as they gently sweep up the shore
And lightly brush my toes
Before retreating as another wave approaches.

Distant swallows chatter like a choir out of tune,
Tossing a scattered melody — yet strangely harmonious.

The coconut leaves above me whisper
As the soft breeze drifts past.

The cold of the damp sand where I sit, legs

The feelings we feel

Happiness  is like waking up to see 
my favourite dishes for breakfast;
toasted bread and fried  eggs.
Getting to school early and scoring As on all my tests.

Then I come home after a long stressful day at school.
Taking a bath and settling down to watch my favourite TV show;
just to see... it has been taken

My personal grief

The sadness turns into a haunting grief, 
When suddenly my loving spouse leaves, 
Tears start flowing with choked emotions, 
End of world seems in sight, till tears run dry. 

The saga continues for days, months, and years, 
The laughter and joy disappears, no hopes in sight, 
The love and support of family and friends, 
Soothes

A heart without tomorrow

My love garden remains unweeded,
Each planted flower slowly wilting.
A shadow spreads across my sunlight,
And a storm lingers without rainfall.

Sad teardrops fall from my broken heart,
No blood shed, yet my worlds fall apart.
Agony, sorrow, deep dejection—
Reflections in my shattered mirror.

My tear burns hot enough to bake bread,
Depression drapes a cloak on my head.
Love tortures like a

They Wore Sorrow

Two diverse paths lay,
The rough path tell the tales
Tales of what lays ahead
The smooth path tells no tales
Both lead to same destination
Our choice stared at us

The heart seeks honour
Rough path they thread 
Their desire, they must not faint
The cheers of their leader,
Echoes through the lonely path
The smooth path, leader thread,
In honor, loyalty stand.

“Aye, my enemy

Life without you

Life Without You

Life without you 
in cold desert sand,
I walk without shadow,
the sun too tired to care.

Alone in the place I used to know,
walls whisper your name in cracks and corners,
but you never answer.
Silence moved in where your voice used to be.

The rooms are getting smaller,
the windows won’t open,
time has folded in on itself 
only

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