The feeling of impulsive sensitivity,
the beginning,
the search for the meaning
of despondent emotion,
the end.
That was my realization
when I was at the threshold
of the fading twilight zone
and my marooned mind sank in despair,
contained.
When the day’s last wind began to blow,
I saw my shadow lengthen
in the corridor of the past.
I tried to saunter on the fervent footprints
buried desolate under the delusive dust,
while the last mile waited to be walked.
My life’s story written in a tome
of unending miserable episodes
described in distressing chapters
that continued to drag on.
I decided to not turn the pages any more,
wished the last poignant page was missing,
perhaps never written,
or replaced by a new page
unfolding the chronicle of dreams.
Storms are passing with
The heat I could not stand,
The days drag on so slow as
Summer's flames were fanned
Winds calmed the burn
Yet it lingered there,
As stubborn as ever
Hanging on in the air
Just when I thought
That I was truly done,
Then came the rain
And a more gentle sun.
It keeps on going as according to some plan
Till all the burning questions turn to embers
Days drag on by like endless caravans
I’ve heard my name is on the list of members
I’ve tried some fortune, like the others do
My income couldn’t cover all expenses
Required paperwork got me subdued
So little privacy was left for recompenses
The time I spent was my invisible co-writer
Of what I meant to say, and what I missed
The evening sun just for a moment burns bit brighter
No mystery unfolds, we've seen all this..
As you voiced three syllables,
sufficiently capable
to reach me seven heavens at once,
making my heartbeats to dance and prance !
Rapid pulsation rippling on crest of passion:
First verbal interaction from silent admiration.
Eternal time took pause on emerald emotion.
On that auspicious moment
my dormant desires achieved fulfilment.
I held my breath turning breathless.
With best bliss of my life I was blessed.
My ardent ardour glowed in glory and grace.
Yet sudden separation I had to face
at one corner of my path.
Meaningless life to drag on earth !
My heartbeats to run as I'm taking breath -
being always ready to welcome death.
My eyelids slide open as I transition out of the dream
I feel a smile move across my face as I see her laying beside me
I gather the covers and protect her in blankets wishing her rest
Even in sleep, I give her my best
A soft meow calls my attention as her cat stares thinking
I’m thinking too, I’m thinking of what she would do
I leave the bed quietly only the cat is making a sound
I lead the cat into the kitchen to see if there is any catnip around
Alone my love awakes and leaves the bed to see where I have gone
We were perfect in the apartment, but the days they drag on
The day I dread most
Silences fun five whole days~
Wake too soon, return too late;
Hours drag on like stones.
Alarm bells bury silence
Till weekends return with sparks.
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Contest: SHOW ME A CHOKA
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Poem date: June 6th, 2025
Contest Judged: June 10th, 2025 6:04:00 PM
Placement: Third
Long hours tick by, slow and cold
As petals drop, and beauty grows old
A few dying flowers, once full of grace
Now wilted, faded, without a trace
Of vibrancy, of life, of color bright
Leaving only memories, a distant light
The hours drag on, a relentless pace
As beauty fades, and time takes its place
Yet in the wilting, there's a strange allure
A poignant beauty, a fleeting allure
A reminder that life is short and sweet
And every moment, we must seize and greet
So let us cherish the flowers, dying though they be
And honor the hours, long and slow as they may be
For in their fragile beauty, we find a truth profound
That life is precious, and every moment, a treasure to be found.
Tell me
Can a tree without roots
Ever bear fruit?
Tell me
Can a ship without sails
Ever make haste in the boundless sea?
Death creeps, cloying
Knotted garters frayed
Under the sea the sirens wail
Forgotten, ignored
But for the ones who live on
The feet do drag on
Swollen, septic, deeply forlorn
For those of us who are aware
Who live in a world; awake
Be sure to spare a thought
For us lowly wretched
Hope exists of course
There must be light for shadows
But fruit does surely rot
Make haste, the eye of the needle continues to narrow
Silly words drag on
Uncreative fire bellows
More words for words' sake
Say hello to the yellow sun,
we start from the same point;
spending the whole day dreaming is smart,
burden can spoil everything as we drag on!
Say hello to the yellow sun
it gives us light to make life worthwhile;
what a blessing is to wake up and smile!
Doesn't each sunrise stun?
Say hello to the rising sun,
be joyful, show no frown;
let the day start, putting worries aside...
how pleasant would be the bright side!
Say hello to the yellow sun,
it can be instilled in you wonder and make you shine;
don't be in a hurry, wear your sunglasses and admire
its crossing until sundown!
On A Warm Summers Day
On a warm summers day
I met God
Standing in the courtyard
Of my very own backyard
Now here he is
Drawing on my pipe
Passes it to me
Offers me a light
And the mind slips away
Feet drag on the floor
Spinning me in circles
Until I don’t want to be spun
No more
When long days drag on me
And my soul cries in the dark
Then I speak my prayer in sleight
And He slips it into my jar.
Prithee - give it wings to fly up
Beyond to the sapphire throne -
Leaving me amidst where I am
Yet I do not feel alone.
Someday when time is cut sharp -
I'll retrieve it from Whom I belong
And finding a full jar of prayers -
Know that I was never alone.
Why do I feel cranky in summer?
Everyone’s living, I'm not.
Burdened by cares, I can't set free
It's so darn hot!
It stifles the joys.
It forces me indoors.
The air is thick, it weighs me down.
My cheer is shortchanged, curtailed.
As summer days drag on and on,
The sun beats down, relentless, so strong,
The air is thick syrupy and heavy,
Unlike my patience, which is worn down to thread-bare thin.
Tiny things annoy me, it's like I can't ever win.
The bees buzz around inside my head endlessly.
Mosquitoes buzz around my ears relentlessly,
I swing, I swat, I slap, I stomp my feet, cry.
I'm spoiling for an impossible fight with an insect!
Which I know I can never win; why do I try?
In sweat-soaked clothes my temper flares!
When will this nightmare end?
It did, I had an ice-cream sundae with nuts!
It keeps on going as according to some plan
Till all the burning questions turn to embers
Days drag on by like endless caravan
I’ve heard my name is on the list of members
I’ve tried some fortune, like the other people do
My income couldn’t cover all expenses
Required paperwork is not the one I knew
So little privacy is left for recompenses
Time spent, so clock was my co-writer
Of texts unwritten, of the fading memories
I note that embers in the evening burn brighter
As was expected: you’ve already seen all this.
Morning didn't paint pastel skies
Thunder drummed, a sound I despise
Tears rolled down from my blurry eyes
Gloomy sunrise Gloomy sunrise
Melancholy feelings were grim
Life was sorrowful without him
Like words sung in funeral hymn
My light's gone dim My light's gone dim
I wear depression like a shroud
Before God's alter, with head bowed,
Incessantly, I pray aloud
My love avowed My love avowed
I became wistful and withdrawn
The moment I awoke at dawn
How long will my heartache drag on
Sorrow, be gone Sorrow, be gone
June 9, 2023
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