"dreariest" poems
He walks through the door,
and my stomach knows it before my eyes.
As though in a trance,
the room blurs and buzzes around me.
His gaze finds mine,
and a rosy blush creeps up my cheeks.
As he smiles at me,
I feel a chill tickling its way down my spine.
Goosebumps emerge across my arms,
and not entirely because of the frigid air
of this pale day.
The butterflies are in a frenzy,
twittering and fluttering around my mind,
making my fingers tremble slightly.
They excite my pulse,
and my heart starts to race
upon hearing those butterflies sing.
When he laughs,
I can't help but do the same,
the things he says
resonating in my head,
keeping a shy smile on my face
at even the dreariest times of day.
Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 12:26 PM UTC
Irony often oozes the blood stain
That history will use to paint
An honest portrait of erstwhile deeds
Or to turn some altered soul to saint
Few are those that exist within the mist
Who loom larger than the shadow portrays
And seldom does a shadow exist undiminished
By the dreariest of all darkest days
So when seeking blood in passionate resolve
There comes a mordant aberration of unheralded stature
Rising to fly above mortal attributes into unremitted immortality
By assiduous conviction born of monstrous evil of unparalleled scale
Born among the Carpathian mountains
From the ancient and mysterious Transylvanian forests
One who seeks blood for righteous alliterations
Not for glory but for the saving grace
A quest to alleviate all alien allagory alligned along the meandering memories of non-mordant minded men
No imagery conjured by Bram Stoker thru Van Helsing
Encompasses the unmitigated reality seen
The lifelong - still beating strong - near century long shadow of the denizen of our brightest outlook
The creation of circumstance as much as man ( unkind ) made
Maybe unheralded by too many
For such a knave am I so sorely cursed now...
With shame
I ...who have always strived
to drape myself
in the raiment of the eternal optimist
Now pay overdue homage to the true and absolute optimist
BEN FERENCZ.... Is his name
Seek out his story now ..
.while he still lives
Reach back ..
Into those dark, dreary days
To share what history gives
and you will see what he means
when he say's
" I'm Right. "
For I truly know that he is!
Keith w. Fletcher
Humbled by the humanity exhibited.
Apr 12, 2018
Apr 12, 2018 at 8:26 AM UTC
The beach boys make it feel all right,
Ed Ruscha is tellin me to keep it light,
Fleetwood Mac playin
The doors on those old blue records
when my mind feels like the dreariest night
The ocean gets me high,
The californian sun makes it all right
the stars sparkle so bright
As of lately, I've been California day dreaming
all night
Nov 13, 2019
Nov 13, 2019 at 1:30 PM UTC
In the temple of the mind— flash,
Mortal pegs are but fingers shape,
The light of dreariest day, told lash,
All for the rush, conspiring too late.
Feb 5, 2014
Feb 5, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC
In the temple of the mind— flash,
Mortal pegs are but fingers shape,
The light of dreariest day, told lash,
All for the rush, conspiring too late.
Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 4:17 AM UTC
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In the temple of the mind— flash,
Mortal pegs are but fingers shape,
The light of dreariest day, told lash,
All for the rush, conspiring too late.
Sep 18, 2014
Sep 18, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC
In the temple of the mind— flash,
Mortal pegs are but fingers shape,
The light of dreariest day, told lash,
All for the rush, conspiring too late.
Nov 27, 2013
Nov 27, 2013 at 2:37 PM UTC
When you see there's nothing left
May you still do what is right
And not focus on yourself
But on what others might
May pure be your du jour
In all you hope to find
And love the only cure
On which you spend your time
May your cup always be full
As you're sipping from your dreams
And your highs never run low
In the promises life keeps
May the sun come out and shine
On your dreariest of days
And blessings always find
The place your head is laid
I pray you always feel at home
Wherever you may go
And all the joy you find
Never leaves you alone
May you always have a smile
One that really counts
Showing off your beauty
From the inside out
May this all apply to you
Be it old or be it new
And may these blessings always hold you tight
In what ever you go through
Nov 19, 2017
Nov 19, 2017 at 7:47 AM UTC
I've always found it odd,
that I could feel such a sensation,
For each night that a dream decides to slip into my room,
Whether it be a glorious dream of happy memories and moments to be,
or A dreadful fragment of the most darkest and dreariest times that allure tears and fright into such an unknown and unconscious time,
Even though the realization comes only after the dream,
Each one has a meaning,
almost never were they because of thoughts that crept in before I drift into the night,
but of times to come,
a warning or gentle tug at what will be,
My dreams tell me of unseen times that I shall either meet with a smile, tears, or shock.
They foretell the future,
yet I never see them coming until the time has passed.
such a mysterious world of wonders I enter as I float into my wildest dreams.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 5:34 PM UTC