Short Benumbed Poems
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Crestfallen morning
Terror shoot in Florida
Whole mankind benumbed
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June 13, ,2016, Kolkata
The quiescent heart
Sleeps in a benumbed setting
For many decades
Waiting for the flame that melts
The ice that serves as shelter
3-23-2016
Deep tunnel of wound gripping
bored deep in sensual strata
surface sheared in excruciating trauma,
sink to petrified depth of unfeeling...stillness
at benumbed bottom of layered pain...placid.
May 4, 2019
apathy benumbed, chaotic deeds embroidered
friendships gnawed, hatred indurated
jiffy keen loss met, noble outrage preserved
queries repudiated, songs tuned unheard
vague wisdom exalts, youth zzzzzzzzzzzz.......
Life,
Breath -
Taken
One leg gone
Perished in deathbed
Diabetes murdered Grandpa
Benumbed by ill - gash's agony perforating - dulled
Gold medal won after the day of his death reminds me of his only heart memoirs...
Something yond is sore to proveth,
judging those who is't disagreeth,
hurst nay hast peat swamp.
People breath their owneth blood,
Ulcers replaceth green air?
Benumbed lungs and panshard death,
city born city bred?
A line of trees
Cold blown; benumbed.
What glows for Day's eye thereneath
Sinister is.
Late Autumn eve.
Fogs of cursed tales
Now fall. Funeral bell toadstools
Pixies atop.
Drifter, into a bog's slop
Enticed, amiss....
cold blanket warms
my benumbed
feet.
tired aluminum moon
has long gone
to bed.
drowsy dawn yawns
behind hilly
silhouettes.
languid breeze is a spider's
web touching
my nape.
smiling, I start dreaming
it is, once again,
morning !
this cold blanket warms
my benumbed
feet
tired aluminum moon
has gone
to bed
drowsy dawn yawns
behind hilly
silhouettes
languid breeze is a spider's
web touching
my nape
smiling, i start dreaming,
it is once again,
morning!
Sitting idly by the river with a fishing rod in my hand
A timeless afternoon spent in reverie, eyes benumbed
Watching cloudlets floating across distant mountaintops
I find myself all hooked up, writhing happily in the sand.
Deep tunnel of turmoil winding
bores deep within the sensual strata
surface sheared in excruciating trauma
sinks to benumbed depth of unfeeling...
seamless stillness.
August 26, 2020
Brian Strand Contest :
Strand Completely New (27)
Desolate tunnel of wound devouring
Dug deep within the sensual strata
Soul sheared by excruciating shock
Sinks to benumbed depth of unfeeling...
Stillness.
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February 5, 2022
Contest : Bite Size Poem # 35
Sponsored by : Line Gauthier
Benumbed was all focus
Each element that descended
Within my wake
Mirrored a distinguished display
Of carmine cloudbursts and vanilla memories
Whilst I gazed above the windowsill
Though each and every existence
Defines the epitome of significance
Now and infinitely forevermore
I surrender my body to the place of great relief
Where sights dissolve
and sounds concede
Existing, only inside
Where living means to die
To wander the lands of misrule
To experience the fates I have yet to meet
My senses benumbed by the cushiony black
I'm never coming back
Oftentimes I ponder befuddled
My Sensations benumbed, my mind muddled
On what at last to do with life
To solve the inside ceaseless strife
Of feelings and thoughts that bring me pain
And pin me down with mental strain
Yet the epiphany is worth the thought
Tis the one thing that must be sought
Deep tunnel of wound gripping
bored deep within sensual strata,
surface sheared in excruciating trauma,
sinks to benumbed depth of unfeeling...stillness.
Stanza taken from Layered Pain written on May 4, 2019
January 15, 2020
Submitted for contest : Arbitrium Divisa 6
Sponsor : Gregory R Barden
self benumbed feeling
expand from all directions
zero sensation
return from journey
then feel what happens and see
everything's nothing
In endless dark tunnel,
winding incisive anguish
delves deep tireless through
insensate sensual strata.
Visual surface of being sheared
to shards by excruciating trauma,
sinks to benumbed depth
of tolerant unfeeling...
seamless stillness.
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January 16, 2023
For Brian Strand Contest No 1170
Sandton girl of practice law,
ocean crystal eyes,
exuberant,
contagious laughter without flaw
whiskey smiles of blissful joy,
alluring nordic visage,
adventurous,
seductive, unapologetically coy
my thoughts of you electrify,
absorbing magnetic energy
benumbed
countless days dreaming go by
my last breath is you,
and my first,
truth,
vulnerability, I now pursue
My gait spasmodic
I staggered drunkenly
My inner voice a thousand tongues
Of crazed cacophony
In mumbling incoherence
My muddled mind benumbed
I sought the words I fumbled for
As if I were struck dumb
But sentence was unstructured
And thought was compromised
Were I to even form a word
Complexity – be mine
The Thought took hold – though –
In shape – and form – and slowly
I expressed in words
What only wise men know –
Resting beneath this heavy avalanche
My heart turned from summer to winter
Ice caused my lips to blanch
Couldn't get enough by the shudder.
My feet got cold as they were exposed
To season's numb disposition
But my love for her didn't repose
Though I was losing my recognition.
Time and again, without even refrain
The end was running closer to me
My wicked body benumbed, couldn't feel pain
Yet my heart was still yearning to thee.
valor that taunts, defies danger,
thumbs its nose even at death,
makes dying most honorable
for this wounded war creature;
life worth living and killing for,
mind so benumbed by violence,
inured by pain and suffering,
jaded stiff, deadened by death;
in the face of crushing defeat,
seething self-pity, quiet rage,
loathing thoughts of surrender,
the warrior plunges his dagger!
The first ever teachers
now idle
at the entrance,
with feet benumbed.
Drunk with feelings
and wisdom being ebbed,
they fly lies,
he said – not me.
Crowned with thorns,
wearing briers
and clenching our rags
HOME we left.
Shelters mocked at us
and insults rained on us;
here, we stand again
but at the entrance.
Shall we rush into the class
as a troop
and sprinkle emotions
on the withering plants.
02/08/2020
Feast galloped into a hole
And king held just its tail
But his tummy did tell
A tale his tongue didn’t tell.
I’ve read an anti-heroic tale:
A jackal a king cat fooled
And aptly proved him a fool
Witless, tasteless, and old.
Voices hissed in her ears
To mourn, to fight for rights
Or free this bloodless tree
And flee from deceit and lie.
“I’ll wear,” lastly, he did swear,
“Atop, thee, my starry crown
And sit beside thee benumbed
Adoring thy rosy, fairy feet”.
Exulted! That I could inhale
After the breath had ceased –
The timely, saving, gasp(!)
My desperate lungs did seize
Ballooned my aching spirit
As wings that further flight
Will shower land-low eyes
With vistas wide with sight –
Delivered from the crippling chains
That held me struggling, still
My mind – benumbed – was re-engaged
And then, empowered by a vital will
Soundless as the word unspoken
I sudden started to,
As if a link had severed,
And life
Began anew!