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since the end of December 2013
a sad pall has engulfed out village
residents continually
have tears in their eyes
people we've respected and loved
are suddenly dying
yet another of our village folk
we laid to rest to-day
so may souls taken
in such a short period of time
all of them relatively young of age

we're shocked
we're in a state of disbelief
how can a village
bear the endless grief

of recent time
our village only hears
news of demise
we're in requirement
of brighter tidings
to lift the dolefulness
from our village skies
Xavier Balladarez  Apr 2016
Never
Never had I seen such beauty like yours,
Such a worthwhile smile that shapes me like a file.

Never had I seen such wit as yours,
Such a rightful judge to the cruel misrule.

Never had I seen such persona, with playfulness, reasonableness, uprightness, and inquisitiveness.

Never had I seen perfection, the quintessential condensation of all great characterization, in balance with my imperfection.

Yet it is only wise to appreciate you with my eyes, as my body is apprehended by the past, the future, the time, and the agony.

The life I've experienced has taught me that love is futile, served with sadness and unhappiness and dolefulness with a side of temporary blissfulness.

The idea of success impedes me from obtaining happiness, from settling for ‘less’ and portray a smile nevertheless.

Warped by expectation, limitation, and exploitation, time isn't sufficient to provide you with my fixation, affectation, and ministration.

Sustainability I cannot devise for when I witness your brown eyes, brown like earth, which with the kiss of rain and the seed of love can allow the flourish of life and euphoria never dreamed of.

My heart accelerates uncontrollably, approaching me to a heart attack of which I'm never coming back.

I suffocate as you leave me breathless, yet you suppress my stress and hopelessness.

I so wish to warm your hand while wrapping around your arm.

I so wish to embrace you in my arms and promise you safety for eternity.

I so wish to feel your lips and your hips, never letting go until the last grasp of my fingertips.

I so wish to stare at the stars to your side, while I admire your eyes, hoping that our love never dies.

But being with you is an impossibility, in addition to an atrocity.

Separated by time, a history, and personalities, war would form and never end in peace,
For my peasantry doesn't deserve your royalty,
For my filthiness shan't nudge your pureness,
For my darkness can't cohere with your brightness.

I'd be put to trial for the exile of your smile, the most intact of the wonders of the world that would now be purled.

I wish I could love you but never will I deserve you,
Never will we be together, for we would be an incompatible tether.

I wish I could be with you but it is true that we are through,
Never shall our past be repeated, for it won't be greeted, but rather maltreated.

I wish I could but I've understood from our childhood where I stood and where I stand,
Never will I know, if I were… with you, know where it would lead to.
We wish to love while abstaining ourselves from the possibility.
none could be lifted
all draped in a sadness of grey
the infernal dolefulness
seemingly parlaying everyday

a bright stream of light
ne'er came over the mound
twas not availing its self
to her void soul's ground

e'er dwelt a lasting
blue on blue despair
a sorrowful tone  
that her heart did bear

the loss remembered
an abyss so bereft a place    
which shall be repaired
by the clock's balm of grace
Morning  Dec 2017
Dolor's Grenade
Morning Dec 2017
The pain will never go away
Like raindrops on my cheeks
Flash flood, into a raging river
Rushing off my face; Waterfall,
A grief-stricken cascade
The pain will never go away
Weak with ailing vertigo
Swaying back and forth
Only to be stationary; Rotting,
A slow and steady decay
The pain will never go away
Raging war, of the internal kind
Dolefulness claims it's crown
Contentment held captive
Like the Seventh Crusade
The pain will never go away
No light insight, Deep in the woods
Like the blackness
On a new moon night; Cold
One degree centigrade
The pain will never go away
Hollowed, repleted with agony
Gray, A bleakness
Never truly described; This
The obscureness of dolor's grenade
It will never go away
Episodes of depression
Feedback/Corrections
parades and fun times
the carnival of lights
spectacular the festivities
everyone engrossed by the sights and sounds
cheering
clapping
the rowdy crowd
lapping up the atmosphere
a celebration

the day after
spoiled
besmirched in tones of dolefulness
the people
heavy of shoulder
the weight appropriated
in tears manifold
and event can turn
quickly
into sad seas
of sorrow

television stations
radio air waves
transmitted
the horrific news
a terrorist cell had struck
in a city locale
fragments of body parts spread on the sidewalk
smoke and the smell of wickedness
did pervade
the street scape

after yesterday's festival
New York's collective psychology
did alter suddenly
the change did come
in terrors
inglorious
atrocity
A prompt from a fellow poet inspired this write.
Molly Gilkey  Sep 2016
Memories
Molly Gilkey Sep 2016
She remembered a visit she had once made to some dark reflective cities-- the chilling wind, the overpopulated sidewalks crawling and overlooking or drowning in blind and the oblivious like the slowing hearts in the basements taking ****** screams out to the deaf ears, the raw noises, the dying streets.

She remembered the ****** slices, the dripping crimson, the unpleasant pain each day. She remembered the distressful dragging of the blades and the revolting scent of the bodies placed on the road. She remembered the screeching sounds and the heart-wrenching cries that drift hundreds of miles with no triumph but the disappointing disappearance of sound-- no pause in dolefulness, no thoughts, no life.
Jeannie Palma Oct 2019
Throught life you have to take decision and whether its positive or   negative, life goes on

Life about whether you take advantage or not anything you do may      cause joy or dolefulness but life goes on no matter what.


As day and years go by you realize that you have made marvelous or harsh decisions but no matter what the circumstance is


Life goes on and you can’t look back at bad because you will torment yourself through your journey. Your life is base on your decision as a human being; life’s about living and dying there is no other way to it.
You either play the cards right or you play the cards wrong it up to you whether you have a prosperous life or a life where you will regret your life taking desicions

Life’s easy but you complicate it
life’s good but you ruin it
life goes on no matter what your decision were, are, or based on
By Jeannie Palma

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