Short Dirges Poems
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starboard saints
rowing ridges over
trembling tides, we're
brewing boulders topped with
wintery whitecaps
sinking slowly, we whisper
defeated dirges to the
abyssal plains
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Rope - RoseGold
Ropes
Are but Rose gold
To minds;
Tired and depressed
For with just one knot
It could all go naught
Then dirges.
GHOPS
Do you know
many things
understanding
not one
Portending
your weakness
pretense
on the run
The trash bin
of knowledge
refills
left unchecked
Pontificate
dirges
spout off
— to infect
(The New Room: July, 2024)
Threnody dirges miseries
Severance of machinations
The gravedigger’s shovel buries
These coffin crypt lamentations
Lachrymose welts filling levees
Life’s vile xenotransplantations
Psychopomp as a wraith’s whisper
Dust swept away by a zephyr
Crash.
Pounding.
I Hit Him,
Sinking nails in.
His Wails soar Louder.
My Frustrations Leave Me;
For now, I feel Less Alone.
Delightful Dirges always help...
But then my Mom Storms in, Hands on Hips.
"Bethani Dianne, turn that Piano Down!"
serenade of depths,
pensive rhapsodies ascend~
seabed's dirges mourn.
echoes of the depths,
sullen seabed mourns the drowned~
dirges for lost souls.
pensive rhapsodies,
seabed's dirges for the drowned~
melancholy depths
sinking
deep into solitude
birds
singing dirges
in my head
and fly buzz and bee buzz
are not found
here in withdrawal land
its silence
is worse than
one found in death
its silence
tells it aloud
what fearing someone
can do to a child –
Sing me no mournful dirges--
No funeral hymns of morbid night.
But sing me anthems of the morning--
Of new beginnings, dawning bright.
Do not rain upon my pageant--
Bring out the rainbow tinted sky.
There’s time enough for dark and dismal,
Let's bask in sunshine, till we die.
Form:
Consuming brain waves from plentiful touch
Exchange of sorrow, mirth, and incredulous dirges
Following the sign of the times
Discourse as it reeks from chest cavities
Angsting bloated bodies barrelled into walking murmur
You sleepy disease fungal fortunes run amiss
Runinous with divisive claims
My heart's renderings are shaded
in poetic images and creativity
yet, my mind languishes in the scrub of sad dirges
thus...I am a part-time poet
for the bell tolls not for my words
from thought in celebration
rather it tolls for graffiti I place before the public
I have called poetry
7/6/19
contest Part-Time Poet
I have never been afraid of spiders
But I never met one like that
It was hiding in back of our ciders
It came out and scared the cat.
Sure it is large, but that was not the worst part
She has orange eyes, and this is only a start.
She has fur on her legs that plays funeral dirges.
I ran from the cellar, scared out of all of my urges.
It's a summer morning,
but his face gives an impression
of a winter evening.
Aroma of cappucino and pastries
in the next street doesn't excite
his taste bud's anticipation.
He walks, looking down,
not noticing his friends
or pretty girls walking past him.
His guitar plays to the fashion of dirges
in the middle of a fun park.....
The waters of Lethe roil in and out
To cast its fury all about
A castaway upon the strand
Dreams of far off ancient lands
Every memory flung alight
Countless dirges in their flight
The cost is naught, only the will
Which denigrates beneath the swill
And I awash within that grip
Have only but to take a sip
To pass beyond these moon lit shores
To wake and dream no more
The famed archer perches on the minaret
While the waxing moon disappears
He studies the dancing silhouettes
Waiting on the reclusive premier
The scant light of a torch coyly dances
And soon the moribund ruler emerges
The bowman knows where his allegiance is
Soon the realm will be singing dirges
The arrow hits the heart and it is rent apart
And so departs the tyrannical tetrarch
The cat shrieks as childhood ghosts,
alight upon my window,
frame and draw cords,
rattle in high volume,
sashes split like earthquakes,
on a seismic fault,
tidal waves of tainted,
forest leafs a swirling,
twirling juggernaut.
Thunderstruck by frozen panic,
black night's wild tsunami
cloud an ink pot mesh,
funeral dirges whistle,
Chanting misdemeanors,
at a tremor ridden soul
Poem Created 23/2/2020
In a stolen moment
of solitude I sit
at the base of my
bookshelf and
surrender to swirling
synaptic symphonies of
Solzhenitsyn
In yet another
purloined pause
I pensively peruse
Poe’s pedantically
petrifying ponderings
I desperately desire
a day to dutifully
devour Dickinson’s
dreamy dirges
Alas
my children call
and I must leave
my literary wonderland
all is not lost
for bedtime is near
and Dr. Seuss awaits
Valentine! Oh Valentine!
I search for you in the vile valley.
Vultures wing low, brushing dark clouds.
Life snaps, mowed down at dawn.
Blood courses, cakes in the streets,
Wafting stench of death and decay.
Consciences are crusted by ceaseless
Strife that howls dirges over the air.
The world is agog, celebrating love;
Yet no graduation, no valedictorian
In the school of Valentine!
© 2016
By Celestine S. Ikwuamaesi
Dappled Winds
Phantom gliders in the sky rise at day
To rush the firmament on dappled winds,
Heaven’s piebald appaloosas at play,
Brindled tempests ruffle zephyr’s fringes
On stippled flurries in mistral tinges -
Flecks of dirges – the haunting calls of loons –
Laugh with ecstasy at mosaic breeze,
Born from the mottled rainbow’s pure cocoon,
In a dappled dance of impish teases.
2-11-22
Contest: D Forms - Dizain
Sponsor: Constance La France
I posed no questions
before my erroneous conception
I never asked to be or not to be
Serenading deserted streets with dirges
exploring absence in back alleys
reciting Ophelia’s soliloquy from memory
my words wasted in a world poisoned by apathy
Wearily I lay myself down
in the dust of desiccated dreams
whispering the single syllable
of your name so sweet
like black cherry bourbon and chocolate
hoping you might hear me
amid the din of decadence
Winding, shadowy etches
come whispering at my window
Night whispers, the whimper
of the wind
Blow blue - wailing as you go
Crawl inside an empty paper bag
and play me tunes of the moors
Give me lonesome tonight
Hollow dirges tonight
Reality is the whisper of grass
on a back fence, and the crying
of an empty swing
Some shred caught in a car door
struggles to twist free
with a slap and tug and creak
Whisper me lies and benedictions
I cannot bear the truth
On these minstrel travels
sanity unravels
while squinting through arrays,
melting from the notion
that love shares brave potion
to set free souls ablaze.
Calliope dirges
punctuate these urges
with each body that drops
along this hallowed ground
on orders from those crowned
lords of enduring props.
Vanquished souls shall arise
to lift lies from the guise
righting flagrant error
since liberty calls out
to shred all sense of doubt:
candor is not terror.
Letting Loose
.for public domain
We each throw our part of friendship away,
avoiding the sorrows and future decay
we would face if we stayed together.
But does not misery love company?
Do not dirges shadow odes,
fair days chase foul weather?
Hope may go out with the bath water,
Faith and Charity's daughter
cherished no more than a feather,
yet the Spring Eternal shall flow,
let Grace wash us clean from below,
but it is we must let loose the tether.
Follow me to that place
That place where nightmares never happen
Because there is no night
The place I work in secret
In quiet
Honing my skill
Building monsters
Quiet!
I tell them
Quiet!
When they roar
I can't hear the music
And I want to dance
Dance with damsels and witches
Where dragonflies become dragons
And imagined beasts devour
Piece by piece
My peace
Where dirges are my lullaby
And my soul goes for unrest
The land of my undreams
Form:
Can you feel the black sand escape
Through the torn stiches of our wounds?
Oh how fragile is the dark!
It fades, oh so innocent, with light's touch
Like a child it seeks refuge.
And still our ghostly arms reach out
To feel, to grasp heaven's light.
So weary our hearts have become
That only doubt remains in our souls.
The day will never accept the night.
Take my hand before tomorrow does.
The grave will pronounce us one
And the dirges will play
While the wind carries us away.
Have died on too many times
I am used to my caskets
I don't know better days
I good with my curses
Never heard a bird sing for me
My world is cold it's always dirges
I am asking you for kindness
My light dimmed long ago; its hopeless
And since no good day comes Without it's darkness,
I am weary of any good that comes unburdened
I haven't known rest unless I am lifeless
And immediately I resurrect I pity christ from Nazareth
This never ends it survives like genetics