"endeavouring" poems
For my mate Chris
To sit around in anger…does no favours,
To bellyache to me… It’s all unfair,
To hope somebody else… comes up with answers,
To see the world’s shortcomings… flaunted there.
A lack of motivation keeps you grounded
Friends and family try to keep you at arm’s length,
You loathe the Government’s lack of comprehension
In that joblessness depletes your hope and strength.
You feel those carbohydrates clog your arteries
And see your muscled body turn to flab,
Discipline’s resolve flies to oblivion
And you curse all that… which makes your life so drab.
Disappointment curbs the high expectations,
You feel the planet owes you that, to which you seek,
Aghast to comprehend your own misgivings,
You feel the need to say…but then, you never speak.
Then suddenly… a stark, clear realization
That NOTHING HERE WILL CHANGE…UNTIL YOU DO,
Until you turn around your thinking to endeavour,
Till then that something that you seek… shall hide from you.
So look, my sweetness, look into the mirror
Shed the worry lines that always cloud your brow,
Kick your sorry **** profoundly to tomorrow
And lose the ****** shards of bitterness….RIGHT NOW!
Marshalg
Endeavouring to re-motivate a lost cause.
18 August 2012
© 2012 Marshal Gebbie
Aug 17, 2012
Aug 17, 2012 at 6:53 PM UTC
I really wish I could better understand myself,
Like be able to reach in, instead of reaching out for help.
I wish my thoughts wouldn't compress on my brain,
Begging to get out, begging to keep me sane.
And I've reluctantly come to notice,
When it comes to life, I'm actually just a novice.
I could pretend to know something about everything,
But in reality, I'm still endeavouring.
To succeed, to achieve,
To figure out what I need.
I struggle in my sea of confusion,
My arms tire as I swim to keep from losing.
How do you know when it’s all done?
When the final fights, fought and the war’s either lost or won.
And you sit there and think of all the things you could've done differently.
“Maybe I could've said something else, or only to a different degree.
The simplest things could change a lot,”
These thoughts always manage to get me distraught.
The mistakes I've made catch me at night,
Where I'm looking for myself, in a room with no light.
It’s hard to say, what I think I'm looking for,
It’s easier to say that I really just don’t know anymore.
Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 4:14 PM UTC
What needs my Shakespear for his honour’d Bones,
The labour of an age in piled Stones,
Or that his hallow’d reliques should be hid
Under a Star-ypointing Pyramid?
Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame,
What need’st thou such weak witnes of thy name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Hast built thy self a live-long Monument.
For whilst to th’sharne of slow-endeavouring art,
Thy easie numbers flow, and that each heart
Hath from the Leaves of thy unvalu’d Book,
Those Delphick lines with deep impression took,
Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving,
Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving;
And so Sepulcher’d in such pomp dost lie,
That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die.
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Replenish the soul in limpid waters,
Shinning radiant from the deep abyss.
Surrounded by nymphs, Zeus’s fine daughters,
A feeling of love, a feeling of bliss.
Supple bodies splash about in the pool,
Limbs elongated, the mind sedated,
Bathing in the shimmering waters cool.
Twang of heart strings, completely elated.
Drenched in the sunshine, drenched in the moonlight.
Playfully frolicking throughout all time.
And drinking down the nectar of delight,
Sampling the citrus fruits, lemon and lime.
The soul is satisfied, the soul is strong.
And justly endeavouring to belong.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 1:16 PM UTC
Ah! wherefore should my weeping maid suppress
Those gentle signs of undissembled woe?
When from soft love proceeds the deep distress,
Ah, why forbid the willing tears to flow?
Since for my sake each dear translucent drop
Breaks forth, best witness of thy truth sincere,
My lips should drink the precious mixture up,
And, ere it falls, receive the trembling tear.
Trust me, these symptoms of thy faithful heart,
In absence shall my dearest hope sustain;
Delia! since such thy sorrow that we part,
Such when we meet thy joy shall be again.
Hard is that heart, and unsubdued by love,
That feels no pain, nor ever heaves a sigh;
Such hearts the fiercest passions only prove,
Or freeze in cold insensibility.
Oh! then indulge thy grief, nor fear to tell
The gentle source from whence thy sorrows flow,
Nor think it weakness when we love to feel,
Nor think it weakness what we feel to show.
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A low frequency
From the depths of the factory
Stirs old memories within the ageing workforce….
In the greenhouse,
Pruning the greenhouse walls—
Producing strawberries and raspberries at a considerable rate—
Noticing the days begin and restart,
Bathed under LED light;
Ever endeavouring to
Move closer and closer towards
Enlisting in repetitive thoughts,
And enlisting in repetitive thoughts,
And enlisting in repetitive thoughts.
Oct 24, 2022
Oct 24, 2022 at 8:10 AM UTC
I struggle to remain indefatigable,
I ravage my mind my for hours on end,
My yearning is insatiable,
Flexuous with the concepts to send.
Laboriously sewn, tentatively spoken,
Nonchalantly cast off devastation because it’s broken.
I will never seek acceptance again,
Emancipated from the shackles of denial,
As long as I live I will regain,
And refrain from a judgemental trial.
Perspicaciously drawn, ultimately deduced,
To the gallows with all of my sins, tightly noosed.
They want blood and pain and agony,
All of which I have to give,
I’d rather than expressions of tragedy,
Show what it means to live.
And ponder the spiritual diadems,
Glistening, repetitive, fractals and gems.
My supplications ever so earnest,
Are outweighed by my insubordination.
It’s myself, my own intentions I must harness,
And live beyond my failings and degradation.
Ecstasy is my fruitful, forgiving friend,
Fear my enemy, unrelenting to the end.
Erumpent rampant vociferation,
Endeavouring to end all thoughts iniquitous,
And reclaim my rumination,
Dare I say nefarious?
Well if it is so, than I shall make it not be,
For I have lost all and now I must live for me.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
A wave of thought always encircles you,
A wave of yarn link to civic concern always involves you,
A hope for change always enforces you,
A longing for endeavouring cogent living always inspire you,
Your brashness for a transformation yields this long journey,
A journey for reflexion, inquest, elucidation and communication,
Communiqué for an unfailing thinking and for an effort for human wellbeing!
Now it is the time for us to continue this journey,
A journey of unfurling thought for rationality, fairness and equality!
Mar 12, 2018
Mar 12, 2018 at 1:05 PM UTC
In the darkness there is a light,
Where eternal solace could be felt with a sip
The beans reciprocate the ripped soul
More the sour more it perceives itself in my heart
Thee are not the dearest of all
Thee are the dearest of the endeavouring soul
Thee are the addiction
Even the marijuana feels bashful
For not possessing the hallucinating urge
That can seize humankind to the variant sphere
Oh! Thee are beautiful in Black
“My Black Coffee”
Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 3:31 AM UTC
The demons are after me,
Endeavouring to dwindle all my super powers
Enshrined in my soul.
But I,
I reconcile fragmented pinions
Powered with world of words, dreams,love and hope,
Now no malign souls,
Aren't after me,
As I have turned myself into a fire,
My pinions into a universe,
And my soul,
A rebel.
Nov 25, 2020
Nov 25, 2020 at 1:18 PM UTC
The lives we cross unknowing
The green-grass paths they wayfare,
Fables of fays and fiends unspoken
Truths belonging to entities of matter,
Flesh bones a body, rhythmed by breath
A heartbeat, pumps red juices carrying
Cleansing oxygen through tireless veins
To a brain, synapses creating thoughts
Interpreting, nervous sensations only
Tempered by hormonal roller coasters
As we defy, the mystic and attempt
To make sense of our existence beyond
The astonishing complex husk leisurely,
Deteriorating in time as we blow on candles
Grasping indeed there is far more inside,
A microcosm endeavouring to reconcile
With an all-pervasive Universe encompassing
As stars fall before our eyes, chronic sunrise,
Twirling incessantly without ever feeling
Dizzy, dazed by questions sparkling intuitively
As we struggle with the limits of earthly
Confinement, the green-grass paths we wayfare,
Health impediments, mental distortions,
Quarrelling with our fellow adventurers
Our frustrations, neglecting to acknowledge
The fays lifting us up whilst unpredictable
Fiends bid to crush when unexpectedly
Unfathomable interior strength unites
Us through experience a succession
Of collective errors misinterpretations
Aware however that we will endure,
Evolve to reach our highest potentials
For a unique welfare granted to all
Creatures, as we set course into the vastness
Of bewilderment, inexplicable space,
Omnific unfurling home to humanity
And all the breaths within.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 8:21 AM UTC
As an actor on the stage of life,
in the daily flux of time,
continually crossing frontiers
I move from one space to another
endeavouring to fill each one
with some semblance of normality.
Jun 30, 2010
Jun 30, 2010 at 1:44 PM UTC
They tell me in man
lies the source of evils
as weakness surrenders
to ineluctable lures.
That he pursues aims
of personal interest
out of egocentric greed
prompting justice, inequity.
That he turns blind eyes
to the sufferings of others
unable of compassion as he
steals their earthly blessings.
That he imperturbably drains
natural resources to his gain
careless of consequences
apathetic towards environment.
That in the name of telluric power
he does not hesitate to drop
bombs and fire guns
on discriminated innocents.
Watches his fellow beings die rejoices
for the success of his missions,
Yet I know, that for each
malicious creature there is one.
That preaches good and acts
accordingly, finding strength
in the marvel that is
his own existence.
That appals before ignorance
repels individualism
conceives humanity as one race
believes and strives for equality.
That sees the struggles the tragedy
of the less fortunate born
on lands of war sickness and poverty
lending a hand of empathy.
That cares for his surroundings
cherishing the boons granted
to all living creatures
endeavouring to protect, his world.
That is dismayed by injustice
abhors violence and abuse
engages courage to protest
incessantly crying out, for peace.
Delights gifting strangers smiles
tender looks of presence whispering
brotherly, You are not alone.
A kind word, a loving deed, a revolution.
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 11:04 AM UTC
*I took you in when you were stuck in the rain
Eroded by a downpour, your fragrance ornamenting the drain
Lost in tumultuous thoughts that caused you a pain
which threatened to totally drive you insane
unable to remember that the world was once beautiful and sunny
I took you in when you were giving up your journey
far from your purpose, deadbeat and completely out of money
I took you in when no joke in this world could be funny
you were a withered rose drenched by a torrent of tears
distrusting, odious and cloaked in crimson fears
In quest of comfort from draining bottles of beers
endeavouring to wash off reminiscences of futile years
You supposed none noted no matter how loud you’d shout
and were a violent wind that salutes a storm, a cyclone up and about
I took you in when you were overflowing with doubt,
When everyone had kicked you out, I took you in
I took you in, when you were a caving void within
but the instant the world took you back you kicked me out.*
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:12 PM UTC
I lay there dying
With my mind wrapped in agonizing knots
Endeavouring to unravel the ardous mysteries of life
Resounding bangs wrecked my temple
With soul confined in fabric mesh of guilt wallowing in a limbo painted with slimes of failures
my third eye could glimpse spewed papers spilled ink and broken pens all baying for a piece of my inner being
The mission i had forsaken was baring it fangs ready to devour me
As i lay there dying it dawned to me the the race was over i was hanging in a ravine with judgement at the finish line awaiting my selfish soul
rivulet of ink soaked my **** skin sizzling and corroding my flesh the pain was unwritable misty wraith shrouded my eyes snatching away my last moment sight of the beautiful sun
I lay there with no sense of time laboured breath managed to escape my nasal cavity heartbeat drummed skimply giving me a last chance to make peace with my fate
Inside my restless heart my soul was dying
A cold heat was drying my old *****
My final dying wish tried to escape through my clenched
Teeth
I lay there trying to push the smell of death through my cracked throat
As i chocked with foul air of all the wrongs i had commited
My mask and guise that had obscured my face peeled away seething away my melalin baring my true identity to world masses
Numbed thoughts clogged my mind soaking the reality and waterlogging my six sense
I lay there with needles of truth jabbing every inch of my flesh
In hell demons remixed a dirge with my name reminding me i belonged in abyss
As i lay there dying a wraith of mist shrouded my whole being reminding me of all the darkness inside me weighing me down remindind me i had to die n e ever rise again
I lay there dying
Wondering how many will be left crying
May 30, 2016
May 30, 2016 at 12:59 PM UTC
It was 10:30 p.m.
She was returning home.
She was walking through the streets all alone,
when she felt being stalked by someone unknown.
She tried her best to be brave enough,
she tried her best to stand tough,
she was endeavouring to be bolder,
when she felt someone touching her shoulder.
Now it's 7 in the morning.
News and radios are filled with warnings.
It's 3 days post she was walking through the streets,
And she lies in the ICU, numb and traumatized, counting her heartbeats...
She was ***** and handled brutally...
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 1:42 PM UTC
In this unversal world, each shall have their place.
There's small and big, close and distant people. Ones are solid and hard, while others gaseous and malleable.
Some have enough energy to shine and give warmth to those who orbit them.
Others, are fugitives: the endeavouring errants.
There's those which will fill their surroundings of colourful dust, as well as those which will brightly shine for just a night waiting to be seen by the awake ones.
Blinding with a flash is a way to go, however, getting lost in the dark or dying in the lonely company of the ring is equally valid.
When in groups, stellar bodies behave on a particular manner.
We' ll find closed clusters, whose members are slowly turning off unnoticed.
On the other hand of infinity, there are open clusters, populated with the youngest and most brilliant generations.
As a galaxy we have a shared destiny.
Regardless of our spacial fauna, we all come from the same chaos and death remainings.
Even more mutual will be our entropic ending.
These bodies atract and orbit each other in order to always have their backs. On couples, the exchange energy, warmth and light.
It will be one day when a human finally sees them aligned.
Jan 29, 2020
Jan 29, 2020 at 1:12 AM UTC
Poem . The places where we used to go. Ref 021
Written 1/10/2018. Nelson Park Alex Headland
The places where we used to go.
Hello my Darling I walked with you today
Every bench seat reminds me where we sat
Perchance to make contact with you again
Lingering thoughts of how we lived and loved
And how Nelson Park was our target walk
Circuit of just two Kilometres with a lake
Every step a memory of my darling girl.
So today I walked with you , my eyes not dry
Wind light and breezy in dappled sunlight
Happy people walk their dogs not knowing
Endeavouring to hold back the tears a while
Reaching solitudes I cry. As I recognise
Every vista you and I enjoyed can I reconcile
We had those six years together in a paradise
Eventually I guess one of us may die ?
Unless we’d manage to live forever oh we tried
So now I walk the park alone the ducks know
Each one sends a greeting asking how you are
Dutifully I tell them Barbies now in heaven
Today and every day my babies out of Pain.
Oh Barbara I miss you so. Send me your sign
Glory be the day we met n made me so happy
Of promises made daily. Our love will never die
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Written by Philip. 1/10/2018.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 4:36 AM UTC