Short Elegiac Poems
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No Help
Oh God, our help in ages past,
But not much help since then.
It’s ages since we heard you last;
When will you speak again?
out of season
a lavender aroma
elegiac
distilled
sweet,
an expansive
wonderment
evaporates
subsides...
summer scents
gone forever
No living witness to The Truth
None has died, returned to testify.
Each his day, back to the root
Tombstone a memory beneath which to sigh.
Beautiful women are razor blades
They cut my heart into pieces
Yet they know not
how to stitch them together
But leave it bleeding
to near death each time
Beauty from the sky
Hope to all the homes
Joy to the wondering soul
Christmas snowflake surrounds us with peace
Christmas snowflake is the jem
To a magical night.
A heart lies, cooling between the bones,
just waiting for a chance to beat.
How sad that it can't know;
the breast that was its mold
never cared for repetitive melody.
We cross our bridges
When we come to them.
We burn our bridges behind us.
Why don't we just
Burn our damn bridges
When we get there?
Saves & lot of wear & tear,
N'est-ce pas?
“To my unbounded sorrow,”
said the famous Nostradamus,
“the gods are out to harm us.
I won’t make it to tomorrow.”
He died that very night.
At least he got one thing right!
How the tide rises and falls,
How the sky lightens and fails,
How the wind peacefully goes
To the zero scale it contains - zero doesn't judge, it just exists.
(c) Maryna Tchianova, Ukraine
I am A cuddle Dog Doll
My world is more than Cuddling
I am a Cuddle Dog Doll
Masked Or painted
I am the greatest ever
I'm a Cuddle Dog Doll!
by you are a pig, cause I know everything!
Relics, relics sad and lone,
Cromwell's head and a single bone
that William the Conqueror left on earth
prove today of petty worth.
Oh that now those proud in power
knew the shortness of their hour.
They ask me:
Where did Sarah go to?
Where did Jennifer go to?
Where did Suzie go to?
Did your coldness swallow them?
I say:
We were lovebirds;
Birds always fly out and follow different directions
figurative
symbols,
pictorial
textures
grafted:the
to complement
the
elegiac
narrative
with
gestures
of meaning
to integrate
with desire
Another old friend has passed on,
May he rest whereever he's gone.
Once you're a year above eighty
thoughts of life's transience are weighty.
but here were good times to think upon.
Old friends, I'll see you anon.
Want to rid the traumas
Of your frown laden head?
Visit the cemetery,
And give it to the dead;
They seek not like mortals
In dented greedy urns,
Small favours once bestowed
That was done for returns.
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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?
Does not manhood kill the boy,
each falling leaf a tree destroy
or shall the substance of past things
return to us though memory brings
but shadows' forms unless confirmed,
cast anew and reaffirmed
by us at present living?
I brought my Mom
a single rose
to put atop her grave
I cried some tears
then left her side
and gave a little wave
but even tho she isn't here
She's always in my heart
so I will see her again one day
the day that I depart
God is a poet
his blessings in rhyme
Salvation unmetered
inspiration divine
His voice calls us inward
temptation now gone
Where the wings of an Angel
—carry words into song
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
I sigh for you, Lorena, day and night-
as a blind man sighs every day for light,
as a mother sighs for lost son-daughter
and falling on soil a fish for water.
I sigh in waking and in sleep I sigh;
I die and get alive, again I die.
Rat carrying cheese as holy oil
Lion sitting on a goat as sofa set
Hyena in the pulpit as day’s preacher
Eagle keeping penguins as security
Monkeys playing flutes as jesters
In church stair they do their things
In watchful eyes of heaven and earth
In the words of Karl Marx "Last words are for fools who haven't said enough!"
We had lived a life of love and everyday
said more than words can say.
When it was time to say goodbye,
my heart I handed you with a just a sigh.
AP: 2nd place 2025
never and never and never
this day is the last one I think I live
days to come will have bitter babies
yesterday was infested by foolish babies
this day I talk is better nothing
with writings on every black wall
my life’s goals are aborted babies
GUNS AND ROSES
Another rain of bullets in the dead of winter.
A terrorist runs through like an Olympic sprinter.
Another candlelight vigil glows from the steeple.
And America loves her guns more than her people.
-Edlynn Nau
December 4, 2015
Mortals come & mortals go
Wry life will ever pillage,
The sea and mountains remain
And will remain the village;
Memories lace old pathways
With a painful tear or two,
Lo dried with a mystic touch
Fine sorcery time can do.
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