"endeavoured" poems
The Banker's Fate
They sought it with thimbles, they sought it with care;
They pursued it with forks and hope;
They threatened its life with a railway-share;
They charmed it with smiles and soap.
And the Banker, inspired with a courage so new
It was matter for general remark,
Rushed madly ahead and was lost to their view
In his zeal to discover the Snark.
But while he was seeking with thimbles and care,
A Bandersnatch swiftly drew nigh
And grabbed at the Banker, who shrieked in despair,
For he knew it was useless to fly.
He offered large discount--he offered a cheque
(Drawn "to bearer") for seven-pounds-ten:
But the Bandersnatch merely extended its neck
And grabbed at the Banker again.
Without rest or pause--while those frumious jaws
Went savagely snapping around--
He skipped and he hopped, and he floundered and flopped,
Till fainting he fell to the ground.
The Bandersnatch fled as the others appeared
Led on by that fear-stricken yell:
And the Bellman remarked "It is just as I feared!"
And solemnly tolled on his bell.
He was black in the face, and they scarcely could trace
The least likeness to what he had been:
While so great was the fright that his waistcoat turned white--
A wonderful thing to be seen!
To the horror of all who were present that day,
He uprose in full evening dress,
And with senseless grimaces endeavoured to say
What his tongue could no longer express.
Down he sank in a chair--ran his hands through his hair--
And chanted in mimsiest tones
Words whose utter inanity proved his insanity,
While he rattled a couple of bones.
"Leave him here to his fate--it is getting so late!"
The Bellman exclaimed in a fright.
"We have lost half a day. Any further delay,
And we sha'n't catch a Snark before night!"
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Lying teeth
-
Creep
Dearer.
-
silence roars.
The closer it contracts,
further it draws away.
Astonished to find
You're still confined inside
Your mind.
Destroy the weaker
and hide behind reticulum.
In the realm
of a hollow crown
I absconded,
endeavoured to uncover.
I‘ve left myself behind,
an inch
beneath water
decorous
A wisp of smoke
as it climbs.
Carry your shame,
rise to the chime,
an unfamiliar invitation.
Bring your mind back around,
around to this
callous.
The room begins to gratify;
You tax,
obambulate,
depress.
diminished.
Penduluming
will never
mollify,
placate.
The moment you appreciate,
Passing.
-
Treasure motive
abhor being.
Be succinct.
Prove,
Demonstrate.
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 7:18 PM UTC
Egalitarianism
I’ve preached this practice
To its last final straw
Respite
I’ve hired the time
The strongest of clocks
Magnanimous
You’ve endeavoured too
It’s never true when you do
Coercive
I’ve attempted them all
The mightiest of guns
Vestibule
You never did let me enter
Probably knew I’d hide out
Vertiginous
Causation; I know it’s you
To Induce; I flail barely flickering
Transcendental
I divide you into parts
But your logic seems boundless
Perennial
I will continue to bloom
Even after your harvest.
Jan 16, 2011
Jan 16, 2011 at 3:13 PM UTC
I pondered the thought of insanity
Taking the time to weigh it all up
Feeling the pressure of all consequence
Should I slip up
I began to sift through old recordings
Stashed away in the hope of amnesia
I dusted them off, anticipating
But ready to begin
For in those broken hours formed a lady
Designed by an autistic artist
Those flaws seemed so beautifully *****
Bringing flowers and gifts to her room
I recognised her face in the photograph
Much more dusty than ever before
For the life of me I could not remember her name
She was gorgeous
I endeavoured to find out her meaning
Her purpose, her lifestyle, her goals
In reality, she never knew me
Oh, but I knew her!
Scratching below layer upon layer
Stumbling numb towards truth
Wanting so much, all those flowers
And gifts in her room
For in those broken hours formed a lady
A woman romantically perfumed
Weaving in and out of insanity
Yet, always in truth
Oct 4, 2020
Oct 4, 2020 at 2:39 AM UTC
To say why I loved you would be challenging.
I have endeavoured before,
to grasp the ineffable
But every peculiarity,
however inscrutable
enriches the cherishing I retain for your whole vitality.
Like...
The profound way you brandish your smile at me when,
you catch me watching you for a second sustained too long
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
Now come to grip
For grip to release
And come to think
For thought to appease
I’ll be honest
Not that I always try
I haven’t felt much
And it's been a little while
Herein lies
Brokenness personified
It lingers that longing
For a genuine taste of life
These words I scribble down
At the dawning of the night
That fragile short moment
Of our ripened reflections
That we're all so endeavoured
To steer clear and far from
Now come to grip
For grip to release
And come to think
For thought to appease
Mar 21, 2022
Mar 21, 2022 at 8:56 PM UTC
My frequency in static
I told my girl I'd see her,
See her at the end of the night
Prone to a lie, lovely-lovely
I turn to the sky
A billion engaging eyes stare back,
Extras in this insanity
Where am I?
A place to go to
Famously endeavoured to love you
Expectations so high,
I still stare towards the sky
A tear,
Something in my eye
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 1:50 AM UTC
To say why I loved you would be challenging.
I have endeavoured before,
to grasp the ineffable
But every peculiarity,
however inscrutable
enriches the cherishing I retain for your whole vitality.
Like...
The profound way you brandish your smile at me when,
you catch me watching you for a second sustained too long
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 2:46 PM UTC
I don't want to live for ever,
Never,
To clever for that.
I don't want to work for the man,
never,
Signed up for that,
I don't want no steady life
Never,
Endeavoured for that.
I don't want to find treasure,
Never,
Got enough of that.
I don't want to look better,
Never,
Too weathered for that.
And I don't want to go sleep tonight,
Never
No, too leathered for that
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Dec 4, 2015
Dec 4, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
Suspire heavily, 'tis a garden of demise.
In amid of prolonged night it blooms.
Sea of night shines long and bright,
Methinks the stars are to blame.
Under such folly the garden dwells.
Nigh onto the envious dawn.
I felt the velvety dews,
Lying at peace over the willows.
Owls of Minerva hoot unsung beauty.
Vile are the fruits of life that demise withhold,
Endeavoured with the phantom of false.
Yes ‘tis our garden.
Ornaments of life violate to death,
Under this night where the cursed garden dwells.
Sep 20, 2020
Sep 20, 2020 at 6:39 PM UTC
Every so often they would come in
Turn the lights on and ask me questions
Then record my responses
Never showing emotion
They only asked and observed
Perhaps seaching for certain responses
The room had no windows
I could not truely tell
If it was day or night
My memories were blurred
And with each passing test
They only grew more clouded
The observers returned again
This time not asking
But telling
They told me things
Both mundane and strange
Supposed events and occurrences
Whether they were in the future
Or the distant past
I did not know
I listened to and answered
The faceless observers
For what seemed like days
The time came
When they seemed satisfied
With the knowledge I had gained
And they endeavoured
To show me one final thing
By wheeling out a simple mirror
They faced it towards me
And what I saw looking back
Shocked me to my core
In the dim relection
I saw a strange machine
With churning part and glowing orbs
This machine was me
Though I knew not how
For it was not a form I recalled
One of the larger observers explained
I was the last intelligence
Of a long extinct race
In fact they told me
I was the last individual intelligence
In the universe
For they were all part
Of a greater hive mind
That had absorbed all creation
They planned to bring me
Before that grand being itself
Once preperations were made
Silently and without emotion
They left the room
And turned the lights off again
I was alone again
I, the sole survivor
Brought back from the oblivion
Of an antiquated age
To face the god of this one
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 1:24 PM UTC
You cannot see my pain,
It is imbedded within me.
But that doesn’t mean I don’t struggle.
Sure, I can get around physically.
But have you had your mind constantly stuck in a bubble?
Where your thoughts don’t just come and go?
And instead,
They hit the walls around your head.
But come right back because it’s all it knows?
When your mind can not escape the traumatic events you have endeavoured,
And you are often lead towards panic?
So I ask,
Have you had your mind constantly stuck in a bubble?
Or are you psychologically quite magic?
Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 5:42 AM UTC
I know at the moment you cant see a good outcome arise
But with given time you will be alright, you just need to realise
Realise how special you are the caring, sharing soul you can be
Let beauty on the outside shine that others don’t see
I know you feel disgruntled you have wasted 5 long years
At least that time taught you well to learn, nothing is as it appears
Now is the time to take control make positive changes happen
Good things do come to dreamers and to those who do imagine
You must realise you were too good for him ruling and ruining your life Bringing only sorrow and trouble with endless amounts of strife
Enjoy the feeling of being free, from confidents of a wasted time
You are reaching that time in life, your now in your prime
Must look to the future gladly and leave the past behind Mistakes are meant to be learnt from
especially unkind times As your friend I can promise I’ll be there to keep you strong
I’ll keep you in the right direction to point out if somethings wrong
Please don’t dwell on failures you’ve recently endeavoured
It’s vast improvement to your life with all ties are now severed
Use failure as the building block to create a new life to start once more
To find love that’s worth your devotion someone you truly can adore.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 3:46 AM UTC
I've forgotten how to flow.
To seamlessly merge one line with the next,
Was once second-nature to me,
But now I have lost that,
Replaced with disjunction.
Disconnected thoughts that,
Just.
Won't.
Fit together in any kind of,
Harmony or even agreement.
Perhaps what I've said all along,
Has destroyed me too:
Poetry is the bleeding of the soul,
Through the hand,
Onto paper.
But when the soul is confused,
Angry,
Discontent with itself,
It follows that words won't,
Follow on like they used to.
This could be the most honest,
Expression of my mind I've written,
For a long time,
Because I am not thinking,
I am not binding myself to structure,
Or a theme,
Or an image.
I'm just writing,
Hoping that perhaps something,
At least a little meaningful,
Will be portrayed,
Displayed,
Maybe even admired,
If luck smiles on these weary hands.
I have never endeavoured to find myself through words,
I prefer to be lost for words,
For the sake of poetry,
I can stop worrying,
Just.
For.
A minute about who I am,
Lose my inhibitions and scream,
Scream onto the page or screen,
That I am still alive,
And I need not know more than that.
So perhaps worrying about flow is pointless,
Because perhaps that's just where I am at the moment,
Somewhere a little less fluid,
A bit rougher.
And as I've reminded myself in tough times:
Pens write better on a hard surface.
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 3:22 PM UTC
✒️Self forgiveness
She woke alone
lying naked
her mattress bare
except for
the lonely echo
of her beat-less heart
A calendar
void of any dates
hung solemnly
above her bed
Invitations
had
gradually ceased to arrive
no calls
no letters
no texts
found their way in
through her damp
dark walls
Years of guilt
had
led to a mountain
of unwritten RSVPs
as she hid
her self-hatred
from any
that endeavoured
to help
Convinced
By emptiness
Convinced
By a colossal
Void
Grown tough
Evolved stern
Solid
Vacuous
Dead
Awoken
By a softening
tenderness that
was not of her own
She became still
Her spirit
Her soul
Inhaled
Exhaled
Into her heart
today
was different
somehow
Today
she felt the ocean waves whisper to her soul
“Come to us and forgive”
“Come to us, and forgive yourself”
She felt the warmth
from the tiny pebbles
beneath her
as she connected
with nature
She found
her way back
to her heart
May 22, 2019
May 22, 2019 at 2:57 AM UTC