Twilight
Days have dimmed gray
Yester-youth, far away
Longing for the past…has made me
Grow old
Salubrious salutations, new age
gradually old made voyage,
Living was perfunctory and now it’s stale,
Can the memory sway?
You yelled but no one heard,
Maybe tide was chatty with time
and now you are here, no quarter to hide;
Speed of time is high then it flies.
Many have come and gone but, all is saved to the core,
Not by alacrity that one lives, but by the almighty;
In the earliest times, the past began,
lessons taught through the odds.
Yesteryears were better, but not for the years after;
Hay have made its way today; can the sun shine then?
Old was new so is new; what is anew?
You kept your call, known was it,
step by step, the old fumbled in whole pit.
There is “do” so is “redo,” make your staying perpetuate gusto;
Everything has two sides: old and new, far and near, cry and laugh,
good and bad, greeting and farewell;
That which is good is sweet, and that which is sour is bad.
If moments leave scars,
will your past glitter?
As you stay, do ring the grotesque bell;
Your days shall be well.
On this dark eventide, tonight
the thrum of crickets chirping songs,
and the feral howling of wolves
have crimped any romantic thoughts-
until the pearlescent, silver moon
laid sparkling threads upon the lake
that shimmers alongside the plumb,
overgrown and abandoned beach-
arousing that exquisite tang,
awakened from our yesteryears
when, while waiting for your return-
our moon stoked fires for us each night.
March 23, 2021
~3rd Place~
Contest: Eight Word Bardenesque challenge
Sponsor: John Hamilton
JUdged: 04/18/2021
Required words in order of appearance:
eventide, thrum, feral, howling
crimped, pearlescent, plumb, tang
The cowboys' farm is never free from till
Their order is communicated through the whip
To the horses that pull the plough
Yes! Their whips are long and dreadful
It reached them from every side
They scamper at the sound of their voice
It is heard like the sound of a wolf
In the ‘fool moon’
They hide their shriveled mind
Under the pelt scarred by the whip
As their voice ring back in trembling tone
They're overturned by a mightier force
A saviour they thought
A despot he turned out
He was born, nourished and suffered alike
He turned the table round, with fiercely strength
And snatch them from their masters
But on their backs he also rode
A bigger whip he raised
The bruises remain and the pain never left.
Yester years
and yester fears
remind me
of other things.
Hopes run low
and stars bellow
yet the sun will shine
on what is mine.
Yester years
know yester fears
because my legs felt
the breeze..
my body felt
the sqeeze..
my mind knew
its ease
and still smelt it pleasure.
i kno now...
what hopes run after..
but i shall walk instead......
Granting no reprieve for myself,
I continue this journey.
This madness began moons ago
I let you have what you so willingly took;
My power. My self-worth. My sanity
As of this very moment, I rescind my yesterday
As of this moment, I revoke my power
My self-worth. My sanity
As you sit in the cracked and worn orange leather chair,
The sun rises behind you casting shadows all around.
Visible shadows, more than what remains in my troubled mind.
As of today, I'm taking back what you thieved from me;
My will. My strength. .My sanity
The sun continues to rise as it thankfully blinds my weary eyes
For I no longer wish to see what I once embraced.
I long to see myself as I once existed
Never to return to the vision of yesteryears
Sometimes when I sink in my thoughts
I see the enchanting face of gone by years
In the wide open window of my heart
With my eyes blurred with gushing tears
When I take out my old albums to dust
And aimlessly turn over its pages
My mind is swept with a wave’s thrust
Drifting to the time of saints and sages
The time of serenity, peace and love
The time that is frozen in my album
Like glittering gems in a treasure trough
Like a fragrant rose’s ravishing blossom
Men and women with hearts of gold
Love, loyalty and purity of soul
Times when fidelities weren’t bought and sold
Amity and friendship were cherished goal
The glorious past now nowhere in sight
Greed and lust in forefront of mind
Licentiousness and lewdness give no respite
Kindness and sympathy nowhere to find
The earth plagued with demons of ugliness
Leaches and vultures, oppressors and tyrants
Sucking the blood and devouring with greediness
The flesh of oppressed, the infirm and infants
It is time for tyranny’s elimination
The call of vision is for me and you
Be a sword to slaughter the demon
Life to be spared of affliction and woe
February 20, 2011
Echoes of bright lights, furs disperse swirling across the waiting room
the inevitable day of the burning sun
the arrival of the yesteryears and present are already here
tears emerging from the memories of our matrix's painful sites
as we remember the footprints that our intercessors and forefathers left behind
their memories unfurl with sweating tears
along with the rose perfume scents on their favorite wears
we gradually hope to see them here
lost indelible unforgotten until our memories tear
forever in this planet we all will share
and witness a part of their energies knocking lurking near
for indeed they must have prayed to set a legacy far beyond their years ............
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