within the oscillation of melting clocks,
our poltergeists of times long expired…still reverberate~
tainted ticking echoing
in an everlasting tug of war,
pushing and pulling,
throwing barbs at bleeding hearts
oh, how the echoes distort reality,
haunting perfect illusions~
remnants of misunderstood souls
caught in constant conflict…
what was once a beacon of love~
transmuted inhospitable confusion
words, warped by borderline delusions,
each syllable twisted and contorted,
blind rationality,
unraveling the ties that bind,
wrapping them around suffocating throats,
choking on harsh accusations~
until we became irrelevant
irretrievable phantoms~
perpetually confined
within stupefied misapprehension…..
Categories:
stupefied, conflict, dark, gothic, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Whirling flakes of fantasy softly tango,
cheek to cheek, or modestly waltzing strangers.
Blizzard whiteout buffaloes moon and starlight,
cloaking the lovers.
Frozen fountain, brazenly fetching, catching
coins of ice, those stupefied flattened pennies.
Queen of snow and fairies do bluster shavings.
Breathless the statue.
Snowmen slurry tottering, wayward listing.
Melting, baring, chattering cherub crystals.
Water flowing merrily whistles sport at
winter’s undressing.
Categories:
stupefied, winter,
Form: Sapphic stanza
I'm enduring the longest winter's nightfall
that sends shivers to these chilling bones,
I sleep very soundly wandering in the remotest places
of childhood in which I left many traces;
I'm living in the past responding to the call,
stupefied by landscapes beneath a dashing waterfall!
Waking up before sunrise, I stumble upon
the unbright gleams of exuding stars, I inhale the deepest breath,
believing that a radiant light always brings on
an awareness of continuous life often ending in unexpected death!
Night owls' barred sounds still resonate to impose their power
continuing to dominate a constant atmosphere of endless fear,
but crows persist and defy them: they are vicious adversaries;
it's not only humans who fight for the supremacy of the skies!
How hilarious and ironic is the assumption of wild creatures and Man!
They deny the Maker of bodies and souls, the Creator of every universe
yet to be discovered by powerful nations competing in a mad rat race;
yes, we have built great civilizations, but not fully developed our brain.
Categories:
stupefied, atheist, god, inspiration, light,
Form: Rhyme
Jesus was dead
There was no hope
Disciples' dread
How could they cope?
Christ crucified
It was all o'er
Crowd stupefied
Death they deplore
Messiah killed
What more was left?
Dreams unfulfilled
All felt bereft
Laid in the grave
Still Saturday
Some sign they crave
To pave the way
Silent sadness
Could not believe
This mute madness
They could not grieve
They had to wait
For one more day
To witness great
Miracle sway
Patience tested
They did not know
One day rested
Christ would then show
What did they do
On Saturday?
The select few
Had lost their way
Led by Peter
They went fishing
No wait's sweeter
When faith's missing
Let us rejoice
Sunday's coming
Crush Satan's voice
Rout doubts numbing
One day will change
Your lifelong wait
A marvel strange
Resuscitate
Christ rose again
On the day third
Let's say Amen
God proved His Word
No dejection
No need to mope
Resurrection
Needs patient hope
Categories:
stupefied, grave, jesus, silence,
Form: Rhyme
The cry of the turkey's gobble
left me in a cranky nobble
so I could fall sleep
no sound should he peep
stupefied, my head did wobble
armed with a hatchet in my hand
hoping a final blow to land
he ran, zigged and zagged
he dodged, jigged and jagged
I could not land the chop I planned
when at last my greatest chance came
though red-eyed, I took deadly aim
my aim was way off
the turkey did scoff
this Thanksgiving was turning lame
no turkey please, I’ll just abstain
my determination did wane
sleep overrated
ego deflated
bird became perpetual bane
Categories:
stupefied, bird, celebration, funny, humorous,
Form: Limerick
We are making hot chocolate the witch twins lied.
I could not see exactly what the cauldron had inside.
But I suspected they were not giving us the whole truth.
They are diabolical, Mrs. Hootie Belle and Mrs. J. Ruth.
Grickley Grackle, and snackle fizz. They were stupefied by Rack.
He is their uncle, and his sense of humor is macabre, rather black.
They turned into crocodiles with teeth that scared me away.
The last time I saw them they were chasing each other, I’d say.
Categories:
stupefied, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
My
broken
heart you left.
Powerless hands
confused - stupefied.
Fleeting muffled music
no cotton gloves wipe my tears.
Scribbling on the sky the message;
You are the precious star I gaze at.
Swirling lone in agony and sorrow.
Pay for driving in the wrong direction,
loaded with stinging nettles and weeds
Naked beneath the open sky
Bless the fool, speak not in tongues
On unscrupulous feet
no fire of passion
or soft feathers.
Be careful
with my
heart
Categories:
stupefied, blue, heartbroken,
Form: Etheree
Deposited, held in Amazon's Adonis arms
Hidden inhospitably stashed, kite shadow
Curled furtive, stairway stupefied windshield
Hallucinations lag languished in amusement
Monkeys freeze, screech scamper scratch
Egg smooth roof unscathed cubby abode
Jagged gaps hang fur curtain climbing mates
Swung carefree in cramped homecamp humid
Aghast lopped log rest exhales raggedly
Snapped propeller askew salutes defeat
Wing bent lungs transform fortitude into fuel
Crushed accordion bodied anaconda swivels
Lock jaw latch tight to jungle gym frame
Liquid flow flanks scale, giant slug glued
Fork tongue tastes rain drip following day hope
Fangs prong Coconas sour tomato gold codicil
Cluster juice burst berries, bittersweet bulbs
Knobs of Contreu twisted tangerine vitamin
Fibre feeds faith indispensible, thin torsos entwined
Fight against forbode of abandonment, exhausted
Anonymous Minor Survivors
Middle of Jungle June
Categories:
stupefied, africa, bereavement, brother, children,
Form: Free verse
Challenging luck with hard work,
hanging on faith gets you nowhere;
Hoping to float but you need to swim,
drifting along won’t get you there;
Tied up choked by a winsome wish,
stupefied unable to survive;
Tried to coast down a lazy river,
nullified talent with no drive.
Categories:
stupefied, emotions, inspiration, motivation,
Form: Lento
"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all,
but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary
as bread in the pockets of the hungry." ~Mary Oliver.
Poetry is like the ripples in a placid pond,
Like the burst of inspiration…
Seize its beauty before everything quietens down.
Nimble-footed, the poetic muse,
barrels down on you like the runaway train,
Like the moment of passion,
Like the glimpse of a beautiful face
in the milling crowd,
Like the flash of lightning
in the dark foreboding clouds,
Like taking a dip in the flaming lava
and emerging fresh like a well-watered lawn.
She ensnares you in her web
stinging like a wasp…
Dazed, you would let her lead you
into a labyrinth knowing you’ll get lost.
Unable to woo your muse
you would stare stupefied
at the blank sheet of paper,
Like getting fatally stabbed and unable to die,
Like running out of paints just
moments before completing your masterpiece.
Poetry is the staple of life
Elixir of mind
At once, captivating and liberating.
~11/19/22
~Contest: Poetry is a life-cherishing force
~Sponsor: Sotto Poet.
Categories:
stupefied, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Being without you is starting to hurt,
you surround me and linger in the air;
I taste music and strawberry dessert;
Everything about you begins to blare,
my senses overload when you’re not there;
Rosy smoke in my eyes turning them red
your firestorm raged in so unexpected;
Stupefied my lungs and it’s hard to breathe
a repetitious beat on a drumhead;
Shivering is making me grind my teeth.
Categories:
stupefied, emotions, feelings, love, music,
Form: Dizain
none of the people in the supermarket said anything
when the bullets from the assault broke the glass
the first kiss was given by me
between shards and crying
it was one of those insane nights
and in that moment you were insecurity
holding my arm trust
sixteen days later the violent wind bent the antenna
broke trees
tiles
windows and walls
while we watched the rain
dragging our house and erasing what we were
when the world finished
i was stupefied...
your spirit danced where the room used to be
wearing only the smile I always loved in you
in your naive happiness continued to dance
without having the slightest idea
of what happened to us.
Categories:
stupefied, rain, sad love, weather,
Form: Free verse
In the parched life of desiccated emotions desolate
I didn’t know there was nestled the calm niche of bliss,
in the recess of my consciousness I couldn’t locate
where lay undiscovered the beautiful concealed oasis.
The dried tears of a hungry child begging on road,
the stilled eyes of a stupefied mother of a lost child,
the silent sigh of a sick destitute resigned to God….
all these unveiled dormant sensibility for me to find.
From depth of divine sublimity of my essence I collect
soulful of almighty’s liberating blessings in full measure,
from the heavenly horizon of the new dawn I reflect
mindful hues of godly awareness as my life’s treasure.
These I give to those from humane feelings’ reservoir,
whosoever needs under the fallen sky in times helpless,
devout breeze from awakened oasis whispers in my ear,
I strive to light in dismal hearts holy candle of kindness.
______________
January 20, 2022
Contest : Earth Life Purpose
Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker
Categories:
stupefied, blessing, god, life,
Form: Rhyme
Living yet I’m not alive
Frivolously stupefied
Uncaring of myself and I
Nonchalantly undefined
I used to compete but there’s no glory
Victory always unrewarding
Someone would appeared before me
Dispossessing the importance
Progress would demoralise
Feeling bad after you’ve tried
All that effort was applied
Just to leave you dead inside
Punishments for doing well
Turning happy into hell
Flip success into a fail
how do you ever excel
Belittling what I achieve
Telling me about my failure
Eventually make me believe
I am nothing but a failure
Some mates have a bitter streak
Take you down when you succeed
Teaching you a winning streak
Is not something you ever need
Unprepared or unprotected
It doesn’t really matter now
care for myself is neglected
Life will only bring you down
Every time I’m motivated
Times that I’ve overachieved
I seem to be annihilated
Death will be my sweet relief
Categories:
stupefied, death, depression,
Form: Rhyme
Why do I continue with this book
the chapters either deadly dull
or all the action occurring at once
in an overwhelming cascade of events
that muddles the mind
too complex to keep up with
impossible to sort out the storyline
rendering me confused and stupefied
A tedious and tiresome tragedy
The plot painfully predictable
yet I persevere through every page
pensive, apprehensive for the conclusion
that I’m certain will be formulaic
utterly forgettable
I’ve given up on others
under similar circumstances
returned them unfinished to the library
donated them to charity
It’s futile to have faith it will get any better
in the second half
yet I can’t bring myself to capitulate
to wave the white flag of surrender
and cast it aside
I will see this story through
to the bitter end
because it’s mine
Categories:
stupefied, endurance, life, me, metaphor,
Form: Free verse
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