Searches are common.
God knows what they’re looking for!
Mary-Anna? (we are unisex)
£-s-d? (sorry, we’re all broke)
A sharp wit? (every one here has arrested development)
What do they search for so intimately?
They searched me today.
All they found
was this poem.
Tilting windmills, chasing rainbows
I run and run to catch up with the sun
Instead of simply waiting
For it to come around again.
Like a child I build my castles
At the edge of lapping waves
With moats and berms and bailing bucket
Knowing the inevitable awaits.
To cry just the same when it comes
Wave after wave,
Cleansing and removing
All my efforts, all my dreams.
Seasons come and seasons go
In every realm and stage of life
And still the child remains within
Wishing upon a star in vain.
Please give it all to me,
Make it last, make it mine
And never take away
What is nothing but a dream.
(1/10/26)
They came at dawn, no proof in hand,
Just whispers dressed as fact and brand.
A name, a nod, a hunch, a lie—
Enough to cage the passerby.
The cell was cold, the hours slow,
They said, confess, and you may go.
But truth’s no friend to those in chains,
It starves where silence still remains.
No witness stands, no weapon gleams,
Just shattered hope and broken dreams.
The judge—he sees, his eyes are gray,
He knows the truth but looks away.
Without allocution, guilt’s not sealed,
Yet justice bends, the verdict’s wheeled.
You sign the plea—your soul’s receipt,
A deal struck down where law retreats.
Freedom traded for a lie’s deceit.
Chance
accidents
in time&space
float in unreal
swirls
flowing
without restraint
turmoil
in
energetic
explosions
flung
splattered
moments
arrested in space
dripping
drop
by
drop
Chance
accidents
intricate
yet plain
in time&space
counterpoints to
tease
& float in unreal
swirl &mounds
apparent to the eyes
alive
opulent adventures
flowing
without restraint
turmoil released
in
energetic
explosions
of
loops&sprays
flung
splattered
at random
spontaneity
in flowing
motion
arrested in space
in a life
of its own
an easy harmony
dripping
drop
by
drop
short moments
of chance
inside to out
from the
unconscious
mind
When a robber is
Arresting , he feels shame of
Crimes than stop to rob.
June 14th 2023
what we suggested
after he had been arrested
yet still detested
ARRESTED MOMENTS
sometimes vocalised
articulated
&
expressed
in
a happening shaped
by
unseen hands
this state
of fragility
in which the
notion
of fixity
of certitude
is
disquieting
& far ranging
in the
subconscious
&
in the context
of
the rollercoaster
of
physicality
&pleasure
within
a long curve of
modernity
so elevated
to sacred status.
opening up
possibilities
as a
collective
experience
of
utopia
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
I'd heard one day 'about the light'
UK independant paper circulating
By day and night
I'm going to get me; a copy to see
How well it reads.. Is its editor free?
To discuss and discourse?
Now that should par for the course.'
Yet the path has been beaten
By those hell bent on disreason
Moguls of mayhem,
Till some; people are too numb;
To gainsay their dark hum-dum
Maybe I'll read of freedom and living?
Where the hokey cokey; comes easy?
Easier than sunbeams, on rooftops
When you're all fatigued with sad headlines
Turn a page, I'm willing for revelation
To hold the balance of true reason; in nations.'
I am not
me
We are not
us
They are not
them
And here is not
there
(Dreamsleep: March, 2022)
Arrested freedom
Seagulls fill the air with joy
anchored sailboats tugs want to be free
sail around the world alone,
as a Japanese fishing vessel did
end up at the coast of Canada.
Alas, caught by the coast guard as it
prepared to sail for Chile and Peru.
Anchored in a lonely bay
waits for her captain to show up.
This slavey of navigation
had been a year of freedom.
Sea gulls fly, sleek bodies white as snow.
A storm is brewing
the ocean is theirs alone.
mother nature wraps
winter in her tight chokehold...
soon to release it
Date written: 02/12/2022
I love a good threat, Hugo Jepsen,
Will you send the police, and then some?
If my pattern obstructs traffic
For I am demanding a hefty ransom
While tossing diamonds
From yonder throne!
THIRD PLACE BRONZE WINNER
written September 5, 2021
especially for "Word Play #1" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Hugo Jepson
I was arrested by your soothing sounds of the sea.
No need to roam, I felt at home in the arms of your liberty.
My sealed lips will have nothing more I wish to say.
But presently, with these eyes, I will look away.
From my heart, in tears, I will turn away.
With my two ears, without delay, I will tune out.
With certainty, my tangled mind will be tossed about;
Especially when I recall those faithful, nightly summer breezes.
I don't like goodbyes. no matter how hard I try, it's never easy.
I doubt that you will ever be one who binds and holds,
one who refuses to let go, unable to release. Rather, I
sense that it is I who need to release and set me free.
By you I was embraced and captured by your graciousness.
But now, wherever our trees have fallen, we must let them lay.
However, from the depths of my soul I say, I will weep away.
090321PS
When I let one loose in the elevator,
It was a silent killer; I almost fell out.
My friend left my side; she's a traitor,
It smelt terrible without a doubt.
So I said, what's that horrible smell?
Everyone looked at me all in disgust,
I said,“I can't wait for the elevator's bell,
my stomach was about to combust.
Contest: WHEN I LET LOOSE IN THE
ELEVATOR
Sponsor: Charles Messina
07/31/2021
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