Poetry


I am not a poet.  Yet, I feel compelled to set out verse to the Universe.  I acknowledge and celebrate. If you read it, it’s all on you.

4/24/2014

Unbridled

scream

laugh

cry

the pendulum’s post swings in wide arcs

manic and unfettered are the points between

conflicted

love

sad

4/18/2014

Paradoxical

living one death

blue on a sunny day

chaos organized

energetic lassitude

paradox

jubilation subdued

Schrödinger

death lives

?

 

4/14/2014

LIVE!

closed windows, curtains drawn

ideas scurry around the cerebrum

pheromones tickle neurons

no rhyme, no raison d’etre

flailing

EPIPHANY

pathways illuminated

reality expanded

impetuous view

exploration exhilarating

inner aboriginal corrupts the exoteric self

exuberant

vital

intrepid

4/11/2014

Jabberwocky’s Victory

My original post was going to be Jabberwocky related, then I realized that I was in a bit of a jam

I could jabber about something or I could break through and jam the words

The taunting monster that jammed my words slain with my vorpel sword

HUZZAH!

Beasties in the shadows trembled fearfully before the vorpel-o-city of my weapon

Words fluttered round my head, whispering as they alighted on my shoulder

Talons pierced my flesh as wings heaved mightily toward the sky.

The Jabberwocky lumbered, whole, to its feet and howled in triumph

No safety in words

No world without

Shadows undulate, adding to the jubilant chorus

Words swirls and dart around

Released from the cruel grasp I tumble and flail

Engulfed by past, present, and future

I succumb to the Jabberwocky’s victory

4/4/2014

Dream a little dream

Frolic in the shadows

Colored by memories, the world composed

Red Rover, Red Rover enticed to comes over

Congregates combine

Phobias illustrated

Joys trumpeted

A fraction

Dreams fly

Hope primed

Encapsulated

Defined

3/21/2014

Agoraphobe

strange, new, different

buried memories disinterred

good, bad, attack, cajole

lightning dances along nerves

agitated, nauseous, sweaty

well-meaning words build or destroy

shove, pull, crowd consensus

DON’T TOUCH

dark corner, crumple, discarded

3/17/2014

Weighty Matters

Love handles, muffin top

How many ways to hate – your body, your self, your life

Restrict, refrain, regret

Joy replaced

Tired, angry

Wishful it didn’t matter

No need for validation of Oz, the master of mundane, to pontificate

Palms slap against the belly, sliding to the hips

Fecundity – lost

Tall, skinny, healthy, sick, short, young

Fire of adversity refine

Birthing hopeful acceptance

 

2/12/2014

Live

anger is pointless

bumps in the road

soar or fall

choices

opportunities hidden

blind

no path untraveled

fear worthless

stride forth

2/11/2014

Haiku 1

twinkle, flare, burst, flash

universal dust

forever connects

Miss you Dad (CEG 1939-2001)

1/10/2014

Stardust

For every star that shines, another dims

A universal dance – spinning, swirling against the black

Sparks flung into the cosmos marking their trajectory

Few landing in the same place

Some become embers, to be coaxed into flame

Some flare into wild creative cacophonies

Skimming an atmospheric shell, the sky bursts into atomic colors

Each light a seed of dreams

The cosmos remembers each atom

Few things live forever

Each end a beginning

Stardust remembers all

1/3/2014 – I just realized it’s been awhile since I sent a verse to the ‘Verse

Fare Thee Well

ambiguous

capricious

spectacular

tragic

a reflection is tomorrow based in now

yesterday a cornerstone

journey well should be the watchword

until the marker is planted there is only the path

skip

run

jump

fare thee well

RIP Shann Palmer – till we meet again

3/22/3013

Seed

voids riddle the lace of life, residue of memories cling at the edges

basic essence lingers, rough early edges show

love/hate blurred in ever darkening dusk

heavy burden of care, a solitary endeavor met with filial rancor

duty binds the languishing seed to root in fallow soil

10/25/2012

Fear Me

I walk, fettered by responsibilities and dreams, among the populace.
At first glance, I am lonely, sad.
I dream expansively, unwilling to accept obstacles.
I work tirelessly, understanding the weight of my responsibilities.
Years have sculpted me and filled my well with insight.
With great whimsy, time has given and taken.
Dreams evolved and devolved as cycles complete.
I meet each challenge with vigor, letting fear fuel my momentum.
I am.
I will be.
Fear me, dreams and goals cloak me in glorious raiment.
Fear me, discouragement is long since shredded in the wind.
Fear me, angels walk with me, devils cavort around me.
Fear me, I live.
Fear me, I die.
Fear me.

4/30/12

secret keeper

can I tell you?

no one else will heed

emotion run in torrents

will you listen?

truths locked

jealousies, loves, and lies

dreams told, fears exposed

the burden weighty

relationships collapsed

no more

tell me no more

3/8/12

apology

powerful, placating, political, personal.

said in earnest.

said with insouciance.

pride stymies action.

conscience demands resolution.

realization equals forward momentum.

memories and actions purged.

the soul healed.

2/20/12

Dionysus

The seductive call taints the natural order.

Spirits, intoxicants – alter perception,

mundanity a distant memory.

Lesions of decay disguised by sly, glittering beauty.

Writhing, twining, seething,

the id liberated.

An elusive apex sought,

its jolt fleeting.

Shadow disguises the excess, dawn threatens the partakers.

Reality terminates the bacchanal.

2/11/12

Threndoy

Your candle burned bright,

right until the end.

Family ties bound us, confounded us,

filled our cups overflowing.

Time robbed us of a future,

your progeny bereft of your presence.

Memory, anger, grief, painted the landscape.

Only the remnants of moments remain,

jagged edges softened with the passing of time.

Damn you for passing early.

Love you for what you gave.

I miss you,

the ‘Good Scout’ until the end (CEG 1939-2001).

1/24/12

Boing…

Boing…

Experience drives me up,

touching the sky.

Boing…

Hope launches me,

legs bent, next step.

Boing…

Dreams add bouyancy,

stars within reach.

SPLAT!

Time to start over.

Boing…

1/16/12

Lost

etched with cracks, every breath breaches the core.

fissures shift, glimpses of universes lost.

pain incises slowly.

survival demanded, reality harsh.

no respite.

jagged pieces litter the ground.

decay wafts toward the sky.

hope abandoned.

1/5/12

Defined

right words,

wrong words,

BIG WORDS,

small words.

Enflame us, Calm us,

entice & offend.

Scar us, Heal us.

Worlds woven,

worlds destroyed.

12/19/11

Ataraxis

Thronged spaces, too jolly to bear.

Frenzied draw to sparkling novelty.

Good will and cheer, wadded fleetingly in moments.

Harmony eludes, while pressures rises.

Gifts lack, while hearts groan.

Rumination ruined in bustling furor.

The comfort of kin soothes all.

The crowning gift – heartsease.

12/12/11

Vessel

dented, chipped, cracked

time recorded

no dent unremarkable

every chip a badge

repaired or not, each crack evolutive

a life well utilized

12/7/11

thump

thump, thumpity, thumpity, thump

flash – immobile – blurry

never free

clouding processes

always lurking

preying on doubts

weighing down hopes

no spiritual or physical panacea

new motto – maintain, rise and overcome

11/29/11

Marked

An end point, a breath.

A stitch that binds ideas.

Emphasis.

Delineating a voice, a concept, the irony of it all.

Misplaced, the meaning misconstrued.

Time, space and the past,

marked by symbols that define.

11/16/11

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Swaying,

Fluttering,

Flying,

Whipped through the air with gusty abandon.

Browns, reds and oranges blanket the verdancy.

Non-containable,

Ever multiplying,

Unabating.

11/20/11

Wretch

Expectations, miscommunications, projection & rejection,

saturate the air with poisonous molecules.

The Victim, a fixed point, refusing to take accountability.

Constantly attacked by perceived & imaginary threats.

Professional martyrs grease the wheels of discord,

keeping fear and hatred alive.

Ever ungrateful, always in the right,

the unfortunate never understands why they are bereft.

11/10/11

A lull

Running with scissors, scampering from the future,

nightmares plot the course, dreams soothe the rough edges.

Very little has solidity, yet the way is fraught with implacability.

Right side up and upside down, sidewise and around.

Nothing really matters, everything impacts.

Cords of binding, contract.

10/22/2011

Prospects

energy rejuvenates & reveals the road ahead,

the way is fraught with perils and rewards.

yet the quest draws me forward.

dread chases me, hope lures me.

possibilities are exponential – triumph or failure,

both tantalize on the journey ahead.

9/20/11

Lone

Empty are the shelves, devoid of staples.

Draped only in the gossamer silk of the arachnid.

Futilely I search for sustenance.

Dust motes float lazily in the air.

The illusion of grace, a mummified breath,

unclaimed in the twilight.

Exhalation terminal.

9/7/11

Unfettered

trapped in the sticky web of expectation,

i dream of friendly kinship.

rancor fills the void, leaving no resolution.

i weep for the death of possibility,

steadfastly looking to the future

-unfettered.

8/16/11

First Step

Curled toes cling to the edge,

vertigo swirls the world into a kaleidoscopic fugue.

Wavering, I cling to the old.

Endless opportunities entice yet terrify.

Avarice claws my soul, desire tempts me.

Buffeted on this precipice, I struggle.

The cost of risk?

The first step tells all.

8/10/11

(no title)

hazy thoughts float on the river of my mind,

rising and sinking in a rhythm without time.

colors bleed into darkness, a descent into the void.

the current sweeps away the detritus of illusions.

dawn brings a cognizance lacking in the deep.

7/18/11

Too…

The chair isn’t quite right -

too big, too tall, too something.

fidgeting — antsy — squirming — jumpy

Maybe I’m too small for the space,

too short for the ride,  or not defined yet.

An indefensible position – No

It’s not me, I’m just right – the chair must go!

7/16/11

rue

a continuity rules the game

end to beginning – constructs are engaged

in a sea of alternatives

only the obverse is evident

determinations are quondam

i stand guardant – free

7/14/11

all seeing eye

surrounded by the detritus of others judgments

my treasures radiating in the field of destruction

i scramble to salvage the rubble before me

is merit based in the eyes of those who judge

or in the inner eye of censure

6/22/2011

An Orphic View

I am the conductor of a symphony of secrets.

First, second and third chairs chosen with care for their complexity and depth.

Each section a different timbre and tempo.

I stand, the arcanum head, of seeming chaos.

Completely in my element of orphic grace.

2 comments

  • I don’t think this is bad poetry at all! I loved them, especially ‘Vessel’ and ‘Too..’. Keep up the good work.

    • Thank you ever so much for taking the time to visit. Maybe I’ll rename the section, when I have a little more poetical confidence. :)