Under Neon

Under Neon
Under Neon

We are lost in life’s dream, our centre straying to other realms and extremes. In our attempt to fit within society and acceptance, we compromise most of what we believe and in doing so become lost and eventually, bleed. For sustenance is what the soul needs to aspire betterment, yet we stray too far in our acceptance of normality, something that hinders our very need for originality. With all we have and hoard, with all we are offered as an opportunity, one would think happiness would find us, yet we are starved. As happiness is elusive to a mind intent on acquiring, a path of no reward.

Humanity is disenchanted: the more we earn, the more power we achieve, the more notoriety we gain, the lonelier and further from being happy we become. So we seek solace in delusions with alcohol, drugs and anything to placate the pressure we put upon ourselves, just to survive. Happiness is never won, but decided upon, a choice of our state of mind. All else is a hollow delusion. Love is all that matters in the end…

Under Neon

Neon colours
vex the darkest night,
send stars to bed,
their glittered paths shed
in the backdrop of man’s
kaleidoscope dreams,
when slumbering struggles
to be amid the rainbow flashing.

Voices rumble
and laughter resounds
in low-lit boxes of wood and glass,
inside, booze and fishnets,
pleading souls in silhouettes,
aching for a simple touch
as long-legged joys
and stilettos do taunt.

Barking dogs
and drooling fogs
hazy nights of salacious pleas,
pissed on bar urinal floors,
as alcohol does supersede
the longing, the prodding
of swollen appendages lost control
in burning ember fizzles.

Cold the night
when patrons alight,
none sure-footed, all deluded,
ready for home and slumber’s peace,
to waken with a time-bomb release,
then do it all again:
so desperate and alone,
so lonely under neon.

My Plight

How I wonder,
the vibrant skies so spry
yet beneath such veils in keeping,
beyond my eyes and reluctance
I while away infinity
and attest my complicity,
being narrow-minded
and my eyes short-sighted
within this vast and endless life,
I cannot fathom fully this plight,
just that it is there,
a reflection with no image.

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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

6 thoughts on “Under Neon

  • July 15, 2019 at 10:41 PM
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    My kind of night life is writing, reading, or gazing at the sky and letting my mind wander among the stars. Great work on these poems, Tony. Take care dear friend.

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  • July 15, 2019 at 11:05 PM
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    Incredible use of line break here Tony and your world choice is suburb. Very memorable last line to the first part. Lovely work Tony. Jamie

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  • July 16, 2019 at 12:16 AM
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    Thank you, Jamie, so glad you appreciate the work in progress that is me. lol. Take care.

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