"endevours" poems
Dragonfly o Dragonfly
framed against a lazy summer sky,
you'll hover and ponder out yonder,
like an acrobat you fly.
You'll dance and dart, hover and peer,
Touching, stalking, feathered walking.
On pond shadows dark and near,
onto sunbeams sparkling clear.
Casting imaged reflections,
on a mirrored surface of life's crystal pond.
Where ever-diminishing dainty rippled circles,
disappear onto a distant misty shore beyond.
You'll ponder and peep,
through dark secrets your pond might keep,
captured images of animals & bees,
scented flowers & soft young trees.
About political boundary bursts,
and agonizing desert thirsts.
While strife-torn agony song is being sung,
at the scorching heat of the searing Sun.
Witnessing a climate change,
Industrial, Oil, Air & Waste pollution.
With no workable cleanup program in site,
to warrant a solution.
Our planet's resources stretched,
to its limits by human misery & industry untold.
Life's habitats are disappearing,
the beginning of Earth end is nearing.
It is inevitable that soon, to soon,
after million a year, on life's crystal ponds so clear.
You'll too succumb to man's industrious endevours,
and for eternity disappear.
Andreas Strauss.16 June 2007
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
There's that point when you look back
and all you see is the reflection.
I remember when those cliffs flew by in the rear view
where the red dust kicked up on brand new shoes.
Those coastal waters
crystal blue
the evergreens before me....
Those winding roads that changed me once before
changed me again.
The docks were closed off, as was him.
All those promises...
All the innocence, dead.
Because we are older
we grew farther
he grew bigger
and I was leaving.
Saying goodbye.
When before I was already grieving
I knew it was fleeting.
Those moments covered in snow
footprints covered
no one would ever know.
The path in the sand would blow away
the love in his heart would fade .
One day when I'd love myself I found my way.
One day ill forget that love
there is nothing left to say.
Young love under covers
started off with lies and mistakes.
I was a loose canon
my flaws were larger than life.
My innocence and ignorance
gave me no right,
to be the way I was
but our youthful folly and love
is an alluring drug.
Captivates the soul
but soon drains from your veins.
Then your left alone in the cold... broken and old.
Forgive and forget.
Ill walk away one more time...
with tears in my eyes,
as there is anger on your face.
I've doubt you've found inner peace
I cant hate you.
I just pray for your soul...
May 4, 2014
May 4, 2014 at 11:09 PM UTC
**Yes,the same old
The same old,
the same way enthralled,
By a clear mess,
Yes indeed I was enslaved
By a power that did not rest,
But burnt and burnt
Until the quest
was finished and foregone,
Until I bewitched
and captured the maiden,
The maiden in the black dress,
With fiery eyes
And lips succulent,
With deep thoughts
And desires immense,
Who walked like a swan
But inside was a snake,
Who was the reason of my meanness,
The only one who could free me now,
with hands of the devil
I seeked for her now,
I searched and looked
Like a hungry soul,
Hungry for freedom
Freedom to use my body once again,
A deal with demon,
oh! Why did I make?
Regret and despair still on my way,
Depressed spirits going round again,
let the powers start,
Start their journey,
To hit me with strange endevours,
let the spells start the controlling,
let me be free after all the moarning...**
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 1:24 PM UTC
"I'll leave you all the weapons for that",
Pat smiled and perched the two too-tall cinnamon buns
down beside me on the windowsill,
as promised fully armed with knife, fork and serviette
I entered the fray and caught the eye of the postman
as he fought with his cart along the too narrow,
not-quite-cobbled path, slick with rain,
and then he nodded and gave way
to the guy in the slow sports wheelchair
while the young mum on low reserves
wrestled with her twin girls
up past the town hall and gallery,
perhaps with the promise of grandma's cookies
- all this while Jill's coffee brewed patiently alongside the buns
as she and Deb re-ran long laughter of past adventures
and plotted paths to future endevours.
Welcome to the pharmacy, for poetry.
Jun 18, 2022
Jun 18, 2022 at 1:51 PM UTC
Forgotten souls
Lost before it was over
Sat on a meadow's hill
Taught by time.
Heads and hearts are seldom there
Taken aback by a surface
Free from shackles
Nighttime gives us that impression.
Honest in endevours
Genuine in heart.
How tuesday became thursday.
Was meant from the start.
Forcing efforts into front heroes.
Fears are not quenched.
Demeaning, aggravates.
Tears pristine.
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 2:47 PM UTC
Curled up into a ball in the corner of the room,
Surrounded with nothing but bleak walls and the echoes of my breathe,
Staring out from behind the bars as I ignore the flickering light,
Hoping that a moment would come I could finally taste the freedom.
I couldn't remember how I got in this prison,
But the counts of my failed escapes are scarred on my body,
Every whisper is my shout, every tears are my untold wishes,
And every tick of the clock madness is feasting my mind.
Every move I make synchronizes with the sound of my chain,
Reminding me that my steps are counted as the walls around me,
Reaching out the bars, struggling to pass through them,
Yet all my endevours always go in vain.
The ghost of courage remains unseen and unheard,
Eyes on the laughing bars while I'm slowly shrinking,
As every strength fades into oblivion, this place turns into something worse,
For without a single sanity ever survived in a solitary confinement.
I am words left unspoken, unwillingly trapped in this place,
I am ashamed of how will I sound like to their ears,
Will I be accepted? Will I be rejected?
Will I be a curse or a blessing to the world?
I always try to blame others but it's me who trapped myself within these walls,
With no possible escapes I am willing to discover,
Loneliness is hunting me, holding the bow and arrow of despair,
But why? I'm just a voice longing to be heard.
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 10:39 AM UTC
Where does this boredom end?
On what steep hill must I bend?
To feel a sense of excitement again
To feel life rush through my veins once more
If my life was like a heart monitor
Me, myself, the utter wanderer
Would have flat lined many moons ago
For I have lived a colorless life up till now
As grey as it may seem
Tints of color sometimes do spring
But always I find myself back where I started
Wishing for another exciting thing
Apr 15, 2013
Apr 15, 2013 at 10:42 AM UTC
wind raucous in it's endevours tonight
circling the house in a macabre yet joyous song
and dance routine, the tree's applaud
and the small cat curls tighter in on itself
rain falls with intense passion
scrubbing the grime away
and the moon is lost in the clouds
most things tuck themselves up
and wish for a sunny day
but the old green treefrog
is singing lovesongs
and his rival too
bass profundo
at just past two
serenading the ladies
as the wind croons along
Sep 15, 2018
Sep 15, 2018 at 12:46 PM UTC
In the vastness and void
I am just a grain
A particle
The grand opera plays
Through comedy and tragedy
The world applauds
While the speck observes
While the sands of time wash over me
Ignoring me
For I am minute
Solitary
Brief
All my endevours
All my labours
Are fleeting and insignificant
While time resumes
And power waxes and wanes
The glorious bedazzle the stones
The audacious stand, for a short while
Then fade
Just like me
Yet
In my moment
I know
I feel
I love
No grain could have such passion as I
Could ask the questions I dare to ask
Could seek beyond the familiar
To embrace the unthinkable
And taste the unknown
This grain lays upon a hazardous shore
Where tides and fauna hold sway
And the grain does not deride or decide
But acquiesces
With quiet assuredness
This grain does not struggle to be known
Does not beseech the approval of the universe
For in me are all the majesties and mysteries of life
And for me
This tapestry dances
And I rejoice
And I sing
For one brief second
A song
A melody of life
Such as can never be heard from the rock mass
Upon the waves of oblivion, of uncertainty
I flounder
One grain
On the vast shore of existence
Awaiting the builder's loving craft
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:36 PM UTC
Trepadation stares its way
as the cage doors are raised
people like ants
on the sweet taste
of the sugar of consumerism
lost in the highs it brings
smiles return to once long faces
it was but a distant memory
to be cut from humanity
relationships chord cut
when a virus awakens
an emptiness that dwells within
easy for some to return
as if sliding into a new pair of shoes
for others it will be squirming
and squeezing
into too many sizes small
do we forget the pain of others
admist our own selfish endevours
Aug 30, 2021
Aug 30, 2021 at 2:25 PM UTC
When I settle in your mind
your breathing on a rapid incline
you sound the alarm, to your defenses
to surrender, a prisoner of your senses
but I am what you dream
streaming thoughts of what you need
fluttering eyelids, mouth agape
fingers glide , slowly to your lap
legs agonizing spread
to your hips, were your fingers lead
that shuddering seems to last forever
the after touches, follow you
though your daily endevours
you can thank me after dinner
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 10:00 PM UTC