Short Bewailing Poems

A
sexy
blonde bombshell
fresh and footloose
notoriously 
enticing, ensnaring
dragged me by my nose-ring
bewailing, bemoaning made me
walk down the aisle towards the altar
intentionally intimidating.
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Wind swifts across the leaves that fall in the arid ground
Rain drops falls from the sky as bewailing your demise 
Dark clouds gloom the firmament evoking a somber air
A red flower bud blooms as a great promise of a new life










Nayda Ivette
12-12-2015...

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Apologize to God
And make your atonement
Be ashamed
And contrite

Be so deeply sorry 
Bewailing your discretion
Feeling all the remorse
In deploring your sins

Relent these acts
And reproach yourself
Seeing the error of your ways
So filled with sorrow

Have many qualms
As you lament these deeds
Feel every regret
And begin to reform...

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crying can give some relief
to a heart filled with grief
moaning and tears ease the pain
in our souls where sorrows are lain
mourning is sharing 
in pain with the loss
weeping with tears
at boundaries we cannot cross
bewailing torment
the ultimate cost
agonys foul measure
for countless sins 
newly remembered
nothing to place inside the void
no gold or silver could bring joy
humbled and broken
we beseech God
help us on this bitter
road we trod...

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De Mask of Tomorrow
 ìbòjú ?la

 

Fiddling with the freckle petals

revealed a hidden grin

with frightful fangs

dripping off hateful bile

we ponder about tomorrow

waiting to pounce

with vengeful anger

on each sorrowful souls

gorged on all sides

by constant burdens

he was meant to stumble

bewailing his flustered solace

with his bending wills

he was meant to fumble

with the clouds

dropping its curtains

he was meant to fail...

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Dust laden window grilles, 
Lime scales on the shower door.
Detritus below the fragmented doors,
Commiserating the saudade and furor. 

Blackened cushions besmirched with dirt,
dusty sheath peeping thru sleek curtain pleats.
Scalloped valance swaying and bewailing in silent grief. 
Scattered around are the pages of the brief.

Culaccino marks on the table,
Shriveled up and dried plants silently standing in a row,
A zestful soiree, which took away all the glow long ago!

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