Short Unfeasible Poems
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The long-drawn-out throb of my core,
Mounting up my red lane,
It is so cold, my eyes are all sore
My atonements have been in bane,
One swell of solecism
Exonerating mine deeds unfeasible to deem,
My soul cries to death
My beautiful dreams drifted.
Both asleep and awake
children dream the world.
Each morning is remade,
imagined as endless variations
of reconstruction.
The unfeasible dream
contains the seeds we all need
to grow this cosmic garden.
Each seed is a child of tomorrow,
if today
we plant one.
My face tiled in rubbles
make my troubles visible,
result of my lamed fights,
became my life unfeasible.
Don't talk about my mojo,
if you don't like it,
it will chase you all the time,
if you don't stop it.
Child soldier Ishmael Beah,
who jumped to peace,
who let go the bullets,
to embrace world of man free.
You made me feel special
You made me feel loved
You made me feel important
But now all that is left in me...
A tired heart
A broken soul
A blurry face
And teary eyes
I once was the man
I once was your man
But now I'm just a man
My legs are clumsy
My lips are numb
My mind is empty
My tears are like the rain
Impossible to count
Unfeasible to predict
Unable to cease
I don't believe in hell, it seems
Unfeasible and frankly odd
A myth of old medieval dreams
And bad publicity for God
Unfair to fickle lovers, fools
And sorry sinners most contrite
Too heavy on the fossil fuels
Too scary for the kids at night
But Ian Brady died today
Who caused so many lights to dim
And suddenly, I have to say
I hope there is a hell for him
© Gail Foster 15th May 2017
I see, I know truths vary
I feel, it all is complex
to love, to be loved
trust, to be trusted
to know attachments
knowing to detach
know sorrows of death
to know life's pleasures
I see, I know truths vary
I feel, it all is complex
soul, a tethered calf
bleating tested truth
unfeasible. Oh!
most times muting gut
I walk through mirage-
in false courage, pride
I let myself through, dearly
The Door of Uncertainty