79.
Wrong Turn
On the time I left the straight path
Unfathomed anxiety teemed my heart
Ever doubted the resolve of my brain
If it would delight or harness some pain
The only sure thing was that
I only earned another's wrath
When from discontent
Formed I blemish intent
I became a speck
On the eyes of the meek
Abnormal fantasy
Drained all sanity
Filled with derision
To a righteous person
Worshipped childhood idol
Whom I thought would heed my call
Thought I'd found a savior
Who would do me a favor
Upon turning away
From his opponent's way
Onwards orange avenue
Belching fumes towards yellow hue
Traffic disturbed
Many eyes to me turned
On wrong turn entrapped
By stupid mishap
Was towed from the highway
After causing disarray
In proper seclusion
The transgressor was thrown
Behind the shadows anguishing
No orange attending
In the end it was yellow
Who ransomed ex-fellow.
-11/20/2011
(Dumarao)
*Yellow Poems Collection
A brook trickled easily down
As poetry running unbound
And I stood on a rock
To hear the steady stream
Of comely words gurgled.
A hazy shaft of light beamed down -
Laser-pointing through piney boughs -
And where it gently struck -
Columbine shined and teemed
The floor with emeralds.
Though the carpet teemed with costumes, toys and figures, laid orderlessly, it was barren.
Distant echoes of the battery powered monkey clapped naively through the still air, and its dim LED eyes softly flickered.
A thread of light shifted through the overcast clouds and chipped window pane, placing itself where someone had once been. Each step creaked the empty yellowed racecar bedstead which ached in loneliness, weakly reminiscing.
Nothing is said, as superheroes lean against the bedframe and villains lay beside them. They keep their place, perhaps waiting for an end to the silence. I lay beside them, another still figure. Silent. Static. Hoping, foolishly, to escape this hollow world.
Water world these days
Before, streets teemed with folks
Now, its all water.
What causes a relationship to fail?
Decay sets in when thoughtlessness persists,
when selfishness extends beyond the pale,
and chances to show love are blindly missed.
Vacated houses crumbling with decay
once teemed with life and families with dreams.
Now in the wind, these spindly structures sway,
not willing to give up the ghost, it seems.
But Nature’s life-renewing power leans
upon decay of plants. Like night and day,
these opposites, decay and growth, are means
that lead to all Earth’s glory on display.
Each year Spring plants and flowers grace the Earth,
for God decreed that death results in birth.
a
sad
portrait
of neglect;
arresting garden
lovers manicured teemed with life,
lulled bees, butterflies; when their love withered on the vine,
it's beauty diminished by overgrown weeds; this abandoned garden: what might've been.
Writing Challenge - D words - Poetry Contest
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Word Choice: Derelict
Syllables checked at HMS
Date written: 02/08/2023
Th cloud looked like airy anvils drifting under the gleaming disc of the sun,
Suddenly it became churlish and kraken-cruel,
The ansty swollen tar-black and large cloud began to roar in a fearsome way,
The summer solstice had ushered in the rainy season.
Great gouts of water were coughed out,
And it thunked here and there,
People walking on the streets ran for cover,
Making different colours of umbrellas to cram the horizon.
A tinkling sound came to people's ears,
As the first pearls of rain dropped onto the the rooftops.
The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear,
Again, a fierce and tumultuous thunder rattled the air, with frequent lightening ravaging untimed.
It teemed down in a biblical deluge, flooding the street's sewage and roads,
The sea, that gleamed still, like a myriad-petaled rose,
The sun, like a great dragon, couldn't writhe in gold.
I'm cold to numbness while the farmers are smiling.
Trillions of stars, all with the same scribe.
Jingling. "Come for a visit,
have a spin within my planets.
Search for life if you must.
It's all around; open your eyes.
Even the dead planets once teemed with life.
Every planet has its day in the sun.
Then they're cast into shadows and die".
In the bygone days, I held you so near,
When turquoise skies were truly clear,
And emerald valleys sparkled in the sun,
And the pristine air could hurt no one.
And aqua waters shimmered transparency,
But that was long ago, in your infancy;
When towering, lush trees grew anywhere,
While riotous blooms crowded elsewhere!
Do you recall inky nights of milky stars,
And those golden days that were once ours,
When the woods teemed, and the trees sang,
Whilst keen crickets chirped their slang?
For all I've given, I have but one plea,
And it is quite simple-do not destroy me!
And given that my fervent entreaty's done,
I return to the joy of sitting in the sun!
As ashen clouds caress an azure sky
I walk beside this stagnate lime green pond,
and think about this path in days gone by;
the sapphire pond of which I was so fond.
So full of promise as it teemed with life;
the snow white swans that glided ‘cross her face,
and full of ocher lilies it was rife;
fond memories that time cannot erase.
But now the carelessness of all mankind
has taken toll upon this gift of God;
diminished dreams now only things you find
remaining here upon this weathered sod.
And now I walk this path with misty eye
as ashen clouds caress an azure sky.
May 16, 2019
The sparsity of congregants
reminds me of the absence
of jestful boys schooled
in the faux arts
of throwing hymnbooks
across the nave.
The smelters ran two shifts,
fed us beattitudes
of paid mortgages
and Sunday roast beef
as the school teemed every year
with five-year-olds.
Sidewalks buckle
atop the roots of oak canopies,
as the breath of traffic
grows sparer;
the psalms of our minister grow fainter.
In the tart air of early Spring
those sly boys
would cup a book in a palm
and pretend to launch it,
to the mortification of their mothers.
Brief respite lapsed,
Gray day too harsh
To venture out
As noontime last
When sidewalks teemed
With jacketless grins
And one pert, lithe runner
Of vernal youth
Flashed her bare palm
In friendly passing …
Now, through fogged pane,
I downheartedly watch
Three daffodils bob
Canary heads
Against this onrush
Of chill wet air:
Spring taunts winter’s
Doomed oppression.
There In Shimmering Rays Of Golden Light
There in shimmering rays of golden light
angel divided deep dark from dark night.
With flash of sword, eternal truth of God
light penetrated all stones, seas and sod.
Violet scented air was born anew
fairer winds swiftly swirled hope bold and true
Dawn burst, life teemed in peaceful quietude
man's birth, universe lost its solitude.
Nature's new dawns contrived so splendidly
man fought Nature, rose independently.
Ponders now, why he is cursed and sick
while he destroys earth's bounty hard and quick.
Truth, in for a penny in for a pound.
Best find light, if wanting to stay around.
7-10-2017
exodus' plague had forewarned
dire straits if the first was scorned
and first was the crimson tide
nine more as pharoah defied
some millennia since passed
we come to know how it's caused
on bondi's beach there was red
algae teemed. massively spread
sea sparkle speaks Moses' tongue
mend ways or by plagues be stung
~25 Jul 2016~
Australia's Bondi Beach saw the Sea turning red on 27 Nov 2012. Popularly referred to as Crimson Tide it is also called Sea Sparkle or Nocturnal Scintillans, this phenomenon is observed from time to time in various parts of the world and is attributed to a sudden rise in the red algae population due to rising temperatures in sea water and other favourable conditions.
Form: Jueju with 7 syllables per line checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
Rivulets of rain run down my misty window pane
All day long the cats and dogs have teemed down
I really need some sunshine on my pale skin
Non-stop rain makes me feel chilled to the bone
Drip, drip, drip, crystal teardrops fall from the sky
Rivers are swollen I hope there is no more flooding
Overcoats and wellies are worn by everyone
Please can the rain stop falling
Summer sunshine you are welcome to come and visit us soon
22nd July 2015
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