We cannot afford to lose our sanity now
The graves have grown ears.
They listen and hear our sobbings
Feed on them in the cemeteries
as if they were holy meals,
Communion prompt for resurrection.
Tombstones twisting and turning
over the crumbs stashed in piles,
over billions of hungry bodies and bones.
The rivers and water banks hiss with so much deceit
we cannot handle it.
We are lured into planting our seeds into the oceans.
Sowing into sand.
Hoping that harvest in the sea sees no season,
Never ceasing to sow our hope in the deep
Stargazing
But at the sky's reflection on the waters
Where our eyes await for nations to bloom.
Poetic Rea.
Categories:
sobbings, hope,
Form: Free verse
Each galling ache with steadied prayer dispel.
Let that bland hour bleak with chilling thought
Glow with indelible joys of a yet hoping heart,
And knit such merry smiles as cute angels got.
Hold onto that time-tested unswerving dream
That martyrs' sorrows will just retribution find,
That her sweat and blood and echoed scream,
Shall not unavenged in giddied labyrinths wind.
Often hit by a gloating stare and its acid taints,
Hum within a great carol by famed fallen saints.
In your mean travails attended with dizzying pains,
Trust the holy writ that man’s sorrowing soul trains.
Even as false signs dupe that relief roams far,
May your woe-stoutened faith persist unshorn.
If the only light offs into the lowest horizon-line,
Remember the darkest hour is closest to dawn.
Soon shall the mourning soul’s sobbings cease,
For deepest angst precedes profoundest peace.
Categories:
sobbings, angst, anxiety, conflict, courage,
Form: Didactic
In that haunted house by the hill
where nobody now dares to dwell
abides an spirit of such evil
so great for you or me to get near
So long ago in the days of yore
a well-to-do family lived there
their soul fed it with so much sin
and debauchery they never did heed
So they partied and made merry til' the end
and unspeakable orgies there took place
things that no decent soul would comtemplate
in secrecy they smeared the town with all their filth
But as everything must come to end be either good or bad
so a very dark and forboding night they all went too far
for in their debauchery and cruel games
a deadly and final price did all of them have to pay
Since then that night in this house by the hill
horrible screams mixed with sobbings can be heard
misterious noises that no one can ever explain
and your blood will chill in your veins if you
ever dare to visit the haunted house by the hill.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2014
October,31,2014
Categories:
sobbings, halloween,
Form: Free verse
The predicament of human life
In the non existential planet
With slippery ground, so awesome
We can't walk with erected head.
One step ahead,anorther struck
In the pitfalls, tumbling down the body
Nosedived, injuries in the head
Covered with the hands blood smeared.
We still keep walking to the place
We actually don't know where till
We are led and led further
To the grand finale of life journey
Where no clapping echoes but eerie silence
Prevailing the special ground reverberating
With the sobbings of the audience.
BHASKARANAND JHA
Categories:
sobbings, life
Form: I do not know?