I dreamed I’d written down the dream
straight off in its pure dream mode
untranslatable to man and so, was safe from any scheme to amplify this cloud what it might mean to no avail, for when I awoke, at first serene but then alas the dream was nowhere to be seen no trace beyond my certainty that in it I’d conceived the poem I was born for, lost now, indifferent as death to breath to how each night each day
- Words fail.
- Unknown
Words used to come so easily.
They used to wait to be jotted down,
Waiting to be read and shared with many.
Now words fail me.
My thoughts circle the drain, disappearing in an instant.
I read her eyes for all details
For, word vouched dies with all details.
Truth wiser is with all details,
As it culls from lies all details.
The hearth was hushed, so was my maw,
Her hush apprised with all details.
She could not tell me all the truth,
Now her silence tries-- all details.
What was not said and left unsaid,
Her reserve spies with all details.
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Ghazal |17.09.2025 | eyes, lies, silence, truth, words
I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins. ~ Lauren Eden
laughing, songs of surreal longings stirring
wide-eyed epiphanies glow
in silence, free like make believe, pretending
while sorrows meld with light’s spiritual leaves
knowing God’s love meant
goosebumps on naked moments
pouring out serenity into lives who believe
where colors of faith
meet amazing in His grace
and the stories reveal what lives beneath the stillness
eyes in quiet blue, misty with a feeling
between me and you
I know a sincere love that will always rise
just beyond indigo skies
He lives, in heaven’s glory
revealing the truth
in that old story
my blood pours out a music
inside I know heartfelt joy
binding my wounds with the most beautiful news
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colorful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
Words fail to match the beauty of the park
The magic stillness of the early autumn day
Leaves fall across your smile, completing your remark
Leaving me speechless in this colourful decay
The trees look tall in their patchy outfit
Lone robin sings somewhere in the height
So shall we go, before the dusk commits
Its usual crime, obscuring the daylight.
--- the beast's nature --- :
pantheistic pony:
one-trick or no, the tide buoys drop
by drop.
The first glance
After a long awaited chance.
She, in her essentials, bare
So gorgeously fair
In her eyes, a naughtiness gleamed
More in store, it seemed
And so it turned out
Oomph, beauty, passion- all a rout
In her negligee she stood, a red hot thing
Sending my heart & pulse racing
Leaving me stunned and agaped
Words fail, just the image saved.
Sometimes words fail me,
The pain of watching war unfold,
Trying to express something that always seems
Just out of reach,
The pain that can accompany love,
The
risk of taking down our mask,
Watching the staggering beauty
of being,
rub against oblivion.
Sometimes words just fail me,
So I offer out my empty hands,
Empty except their hope
of love,
John Roberts
Words fail me
illogic sickens our world
as we’re caught in the
dystopic distemper
of our times.
The ice cube’s melting
the waters rising,
yet our house burning
as this ill wind blows
nobody no good
and that puff of LA breeze
only spreads the stench
of viral victims.
Our future discounted
by doubting Thomas deniers
prophets of false truths
doubling down on
discounted discredited lies
whilst the cryptocurrency
of insurrection warps
once patriotic minds.
Words fail me.
Times may come when words will fail ~~
Emotions will run high, and tears prevail.
written December 21, 2021
How does one convey
a past not meant to last?
How does one explain
a numbed brain?
How can emotions
simply disappear?
Why do we turn against
those we hold dear?
When will our life
as we knew resume?
Back to normal
can we assume?
End the desire
oneself to impale?
Words fail.
February fourteenth shock,
headline news, no valentine.
Fourteen students stilled, shot without regard
for who they were or who they might become,
in complete shock, their families and friends.
Three adults unselfishly
put their bodies in danger.
Others too regarding innocent kids,
proved how very professional they are;
they'll teach anti-violence to their deaths.
Momentary lack of sense,
a future moment ignored,
with florid disregard for liberty
fiendish nineteen-year-old Floridian
flaunted common sense only fooling one.
Students across this country
in a March fourteenth walkout
spoke against weapons in the hands of youth.
When words fail to register right from wrong,
more laws will never stop misuse of guns.
Responsible behavior
is taught best when also shown.
written March 15, 2018
Seven-ten contest (blank verse w/o meter) - host, Emile Pinet.
When words fail me, my shadow will trail me:
A meandering silhouette.
Numerous adventures , we will embark upon
No words will be spoken!
Naturally!
Or unnaturally!
Countries vast with barren lands
Betwixed black chimneyed cottages and
Windswept oceans.
On winged birds, we will fly
Undulating to the wind.
We will look down
And take note of delicate webs
That both the humans and spiders span.
Webs of lace. Webs of networks!
Fragile emotions perfumed
With bitter sweet lotions
Of course I won't have words
To describe these!
In images they will be inscribed.
Beguiled smiles, and veiled eyes.
In stones.
Carved with a scintillating sword.
And corpses: savagely occurred.
In landfills. Cemeteries. And slaughterhouses.
We will pray; my shadow and I
That there will be no more of these
Corpses to come: the savage kinds!
Both of living beings or shattered dreams!
Not in words, shall we pray but
In scents and images and other senses!
When everybody is right is anybody wrong
sometimes my mind rambles losing its way
every so often it finds its way back
I don't know where it's going or coming from
we can predict the date of our birth
death is more elusive
my mind rambles like a bowl of letters
swimming aimlessly looking for the right words
my mind treads water and right words evade me
the right time has eluded my grasp
only to be of no use when I am alone
yet my mind escapes in no particular direction
I was looking out my window
I think it was a window inside a dream
an elusive dream the other side of a window
I had nowhere to go so there I went
I saw a man unkept with the scent of the streets
scratching a lottery ticket his face changes
from hope to hopeless back to the streets
could have been me or you
When words fail me
because my mind rambles in no direction
and the letters scramble to find each other
my past is in my rear view mirror
the days are getting shorter so is life
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