Short Noisome Poems
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Senryu 7-6-2016
noisome nuisances
sojourners on times road
life’s speed bumps
7/6/2016
submitted to – Setbacks – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Nayda Ivette Negron
HOW MUCH DO I LOVE YOU
How much do I love you
Life but non-existing
Before the perfect situation
My ardent love broke glass
Ending a day
Noisome darkness creeps in
We sat looking face to face .
we strolled together in tenderness
Breaking huddled spiderwebs
We were whispering
'How much do Ilove you '
Repeat 'How much.........
Breathed noisome pernicious whiff of dorp
Atmosphere spawned by amiss vicious deeds of humans
Piercing in my physique
Perforating soberly in every single venae of my being
Wrecking, ceasing this substantial existence
Deserting me ... Lifeless...Inane.
Though the tide blows rough and tough,
And the tempest rages long and strong,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
The sea might be slide and wide,
And could be noisome and troublesome,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Even when my strength is small and fall,
There’s no going back or slack,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
Till I see the light right and bright,
And get the primed prize and rise,
I’ll keep sailing on and on.
When I look into the eyes of the young,
I saw futuristic vehicles gliding
past their old and withered bodies
When I looked into the eyes of the old,
I saw carriages, majestically hobbling the streets,
Horse-drawn and noisome,
fear in the eyes of the young
When I looked into the face of the clock,
I saw my own reflection,
ticking away its life
in shuttered motion
When I looked into my face I saw white eyes
in withered casing
Beautiful, belonging, banging, booming.
Noisy, noisome,
Scary sounds are coming for me.
And the connections whirl around me.
Scary, sounds, steaming, swirling.
Banging, clanging.
I claim these connections as my own.
And it’s like,
People think it’s childlike.
Like liking a bike.
Going back and forth and circling.
Connections become looser like gravel being spun by tires…
And so my voice is gravely.
And I am tired.