"ruing" poems
Never on this side of the grave again,
On this side of the river,
On this side of the garner of the grain,
Never,--
Ever while time flows on and on and on,
That narrow noiseless river,
Ever while corn bows heavy-headed, wan,
Ever,--
Never despairing, often fainting, ruing,
But looking back, ah never!
Faint yet pursuing, faint yet still pursuing
Ever.
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Breathe.
Breathe deep,
and in between
those breaths
bring back
banished beliefs
buried beneath
beyond
broken bonds
and
burnt bliss.
Embers.
Embers everywhere
of emotions
expecting
Elysium’s
elusive embrace.
Roses.
Roses scattering
restlessly;
rarely receiving
reprieve;
reminiscing;
ruing
reproachful ravens
resting
rigidly;
rabidly reaping,
rending
rotten remains,
resenting rainfall
refusing remorse.
Nostalgia.
Nostalgia underneath
neon nightlights;
noticing
nubs,
noises,
nuances;
neither neglecting
nameless
nonbelievers,
nor nurturing
narrow-sighted
naiveté.
Asleep.
Asleep amidst
fleeting azaleas
acknowledging
an abandon
amplifying
already
almighty
affection;
almost
altering
ancient,
ardent,
adamant
air
as an
ageless art.
Loss.
Loss overpowering;
lost love,
lingering longing,
lasting laments.
Lachrymose lovers
left layers
of a
limited life
within
long-forgotten lore;
lest labeled
Loveless;
left
little
longer
living.
Yearning.
Yearning for
the warmth
of home.
Yesterday,
You
were
yelling
‘YES’
at the top
of your lungs,
and
it
was
enough.
Yet
Yggdrasil
yielded
yew
for years
and years;
young,
yellow yeggs
yanked asunder
Yin
from Yang
into the
ever yonder.
Night-time.
Night-time symphonies
nullify
nothingness;
nourishing
Nyx Nightmother’s
need
of newfound
night-thinkers;
napping
nonchalantly
now,
near,
and nevermore.
~D.C.
Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Read my lips
feel my word's
know that I care and life will never be fair
my massage is so simple
loving you was dream
was like chilled playing in the rain
like blood ruing in vain
but not all we dream we can gain so again
read my lips
feel my word's
when I say goodbye , when I love to cry
don't you wonder why
maybe that my Sacrificere
read my lip's
and feel my word's
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 10:02 AM UTC
This morn lazing in the winter sun
He said for us living is no fun
On the weather beaten roof
His voice was ominously aloof!
*Here I’m your unwelcome guest
A nuisance to you your garden’s pest
But one if not for the irony of fate
Would be today your equal primate!*
He spoke uneasy on the rough concrete
*My home is gone I have no retreat
God there played out to a devilish plan
Lifting one up from the other of his clan!*
He paused mournful in contemplative lull
*If only I could have been your equal
Would not have come begging on your door
Held captive in cage suffer agonies galore!*
He curled his lips showing yellowed tooth
*If I’m frank and tell you a bare truth
Right now I feel like slapping your face
To remind it’s for you I made no progress!*
Past his bushy brows I saw mirrored in his eyes
A reflection of me clothed in human guise
The one looking at other both ruing their fate
For being down the rung being the superior primate!
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 7:01 AM UTC
The bittersweet harmonies of
Barber’s song of ruing
carry me back two score years
to that day I sat intent on the bench -
Barber’s accompaniment on the stand.
Ben Walker exploded into the room
“Have you heard about the president? ”
My blankness answered,
“Kennedy's been shot! ”
My stiffened fingers lifted from the keys.
Dread-filled I stammered,
“Will he be all right? ”
Unable to utter the words,
Ben shook his head.
Scenes flicker on our mindscreens
like scratched newsreels -
tears staining Bernstein’s face,
Eroica and Resurrection
weeping our televised agony,
Oswald doubled over Ruby’s bullets,
a toddler's unbearable salute.
Watching motorcade frames
repeat in slow motion,
we careen on rubber legs:
a nation’s heart shattered in Dallas.
The somber song plays on:
Housemans’s words
Joined with Barber’s melodies:
'With Rue my Heart is Laden.'
April, 2007
Jul 30, 2013
Jul 30, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
So difficult to enjoy the pleasures of night
To truly indulge in my midnight vices
When perpetually ruing the rise of the sun
Actively rooting against its arrival
Secretly wishing science betrays me
And the sun never awakens
Oh, if only it could be dark forever
And the governing laws of the universe
Made this one exception for me
So that my emotions could openly flourish
Without ever being judged by harsh stares
If I had one wish, it would be for darkness
Total and utter darkness
So that I could be lost forever
What a beautiful thought indeed
Aug 27, 2016
Aug 27, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC
Without ruing all the lost chance
should I tell her once
or now it's really too late
to say what's unsaid from the first date.
Stopping long at the tongue's tip
they're gone into me hiding deep
breathing in heart as one quiet peace
speaking their voice in the bud of a kiss.
But hasn't died their wish to be told
love's alphabets carved in gold
uttered in silence at the sight of her
till today unsaid till now deferred.
Do they need to be told anymore
what's embedded within fondly secured
or is it so from her first date
she's dying to hear those alphabets!
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 1:02 PM UTC
I find myself speaking with God
In the company of my solitude;
As though he is present in the long walks
along paths lined with trees
Where the only noises are those of leaves of trees
rustled by the wind
And the only voices are those of birds
Who lend their beaks to the wind
As though I was another Adam
Searching for God’s footstep
As I walk over the garden
Muttering the litanies of my sins and imperfections
Ruing all that I have done which I should not have
And all I didn’t do which I should have done
Wondering what became of the little boy I once was
And how I seem like a sea
Where fragments of a sank ship floats
And the remnant of his innocence is scattered about
Like flotsam, impossible to reassemble
I let God listen to the pains in my voice
Of being a failed sailor
Drowning the sojourners who gave me trust
Yet my second journey remains uncertain
And not-in-tandem with the wind
There is no healing for me in the world
I already added iodine to her wounds
In her pains, she screams at my conscience
And I recoil into my solitude on this solitary path
And I find myself speaking to God in my heart,
Where I find him
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 2:42 PM UTC
Friends! Remember my camel,
that loafer with a permanent grin?
he's been a-chewing a-ruing, ruminating,
upon the yonder and beyond a-pondering
His reins hang loose, his saddle's dusty
his bit is chewn his blanket's musty
his coat's crusted with the scars of Time
he's forlorn for no real reason or rhyme
he's footloose as ever, he just has to wander
in search of all the oases of the yonder
You should see his gait as he kicks up the clods
when he plods, he plods and plods and plods
and when he saunters, it's quite a canter
he and I, we argue, disagree and banter
I think I'm his master but he thinks otherwise
I wish i could rein him in but i know it's unwise
and so i let him have his wayward ways,
together we tread this crazy maze.
(Just last week I tightened his saddle
and he took me to a land
all-green-and-no-sand
where it rained and sploshed
and we both got sloshed...
when the clouds parted and clear was the sky
he was much younger and so was I
he sprang in the air like a kid newborn
there was spring in the air, I too was airborne
the grass was washed, so was the moss
gone from his hair was all the dross
he stopped grunting, he sang instead,
full of Malayalam thoughts in his head
we went to gaze at elephants
(loved their finery but not their chained legs)
we heard drums in their elements
well into the nights we pranced
in ******** raptures we tranced
and woke up lazy by mid-afternoons
with heads so hazy and postpartum blues)
He and I, we've had many a fight
o'er who's the one wrong and who's right
he's been calling every oasis a mirage
I say none of them's a camouflage
he's adamant that it's all an illusion
that I'm tripping and under a delusion
I say I hear him bleat like a goat,
I touch his rain-washed mangy coat
I see him, like a ship, heave and sway
I smell him from quite a mile away
yet I ask myself if all this is not Maya,
if even mirages weren't of realms higher.
Feb 27, 2023
Feb 27, 2023 at 8:51 PM UTC
Frequencies frequently screeching in my ear
Causing me to miss things i should obviously hear
Ill never learn my leason if the worlds blocked about by this noise
But i can't stop it from playing it just over poise
Frequencies frequently create to
much sound
Causing me to freak out and fall to the ground
Panic out all the adreniline
Or you can take this pill and make it all calm down
Freequency frequentky ruing my life stab in the heart like a knife
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 7:14 AM UTC
His marriage imploded; smoke and insinuations. It was a shock that he always knew was coming. His conscience sent him North; a man and his bags. He was 38 and had gained weight. A once handsome face melting away into middle-aged near-obesity. Ruing over what he was not proud of, every human interaction was endlessly scrutinised. He felt that he had a true essence that he had not yet uncovered. If he could discover it then he would build a new story around it, one that would get his life back on track. His meals were no hopers; microwaved, industrial and sodium filled. His meals and his days did not nourish him. Feeling lonely, he had started to go to the pub. Although he stuck out, he found the locals rough but friendly enough. They, the 3 lads, were going to come around for a smoke. A little bit of companionship might stop the walls from eating him up. They were all in their mid-twenties, he'd guess, so younger than him but not oddly so. He flipped between politics today and sky sports news; chain smoking like it was a vital function. He drank a can of san pelligrino blood orange, slowly, his mouth overwhelmed by the sugary taste. He sighed from the tip of his toes to the crown of his head. Within an hour, like his marriage he would no longer exist.
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 8:10 AM UTC
she left and never said goodbye
it made me want to cry
as i rode my horse into the sunsets
ruing the day she and i ever met
once she had pledged true love
cooed just like a turtle dove
oh i fell real hard
penned more lines than that shakespeare bard
even slipped her a ring
to prove this was no fling
watched it dazzle her eyes
heard all those lovey-dovey sighs
what a farce! she never said goodbye
it made me want to cry
until that day i saw her struttin with another guy
and thought there but for the grace of God go i!
Nov 17, 2016
Nov 17, 2016 at 8:56 AM UTC