Best Allegoryheart Poems
Worlds collide in my throat
as the galaxy of my heart is
torn asunder. Desperation lives
in my eyes, sweet salty sweat
pours down the avenging slippery
slopes of my brow.
Never knowing, always searching
Never finding, always lost
Lost among friends
Lost among family
Lost among myself
How I wish I could escape.
The doorbell rings
the wind chimes jingle
their dancing song against
the soothing wind.
I listen, I hear, I obey
I smell the fragrance
of the incense of my heart
burning, yearning to rise to
the highest potential, the ceiling
fan at least. To be caught
up with the current of the
arms outstretched, to over-
throw all other senses
I lift and spin
losing all of my consciousness
in a looping track of
ecstasy.
The most joyful dance, the
most joyful longing. To be
set free amongst
green fields, golden beaches,
red bricks, white snow
clear blue sky. The Red-
Bird of my heart is crying
to be set free. It's longing
to be separated from that
Iron Cage, The Iron Curtain
against the soul of freedom
It wants to fly higher and
higher, to soar and spin
to stretch its wings with
the other birds. It knows
Externally it is the same
as the others and yet
Internally it is different
from the others. He has
that slight spark of
a reality that is completely
him. That is unique from
the others. It wants to
share, to experience this
freedom, all the time. It
yearns to be free to be
itself no matter where
it flies, not having to
choose its pecking ground.
To laugh and to live with
the other birds, with
the Crows, Bluejays and
Pigeons and be seen
as an equal. But alas
they will never accept
his song nor its
flight pattern. Internal
spark has to be concealed.
Back to the Cage it
goes, back to limitation
and longing. Back to
the feelings of false-
security. It wants to
be free, so it has collisions
in the throat and galaxies
of heart torn asunder. Desperation
in the eye and sweet salty sweat
pouring down avenging slippery
slopes of brows.
~~Does my twenty five thousands worthless paper bills,
~~~express twenty five thousand ways of charity,
~~~~doth my eye have evil’s way of lustful thrills,
~~~~~or an evil way that makes for vulgarity…
~~~~~My gift of twenty five thousand I now hold in hand,
~~~~halted between two opinions in evil concepts of mind,
~~~now will my heart of gold aptly unfold to the poor man,
~~or shall serpent reveal illusion's affine…(relative)
~~I contemplate, my soul the heart’s mate begins relate,
~~~serpent mind perplexed as moral of core love vortex,
~~~~releases love’s potion, mercy of will, love’s first mate.
~~~~~Heaven smiles rich uncle’s approval not abate…
~~~~~Uncle’s mission at St Peter’s request, reinvest,
~~~~worthless paper bills, through pure heart his soul reborn.
~~~Uncle’s choice, successful rejoice in nephew invests,
~~his soul is thus reborn, by works of nephew not scorn…
~~So rich man worldly sell that you have, give to the poor.
~~~Tis the moral of this story, you shan’t have glory,
~~~~worthless paper bills you must convert to heaven’s store,
~~~~~worthless paper turns to vapor, moral of story…
~~~~~Love, the truth verily, paper of the earth worldly.
~~~~Love is power, truth it’s kingdom, infinite Forth Knox,
~~~exchange your paper for heaven‘s true gold, verily,
~~Spirit’s stock exchange sets free soul out of the mind’s box...
~~Gift of worldly mother load, I exchanged and bestow,
~~~uncle’s request, converted to love best, gives me chills,
~~~~twenty five thousand bills, the cause of a soul to grow,
~~~~~I bequeath to all needy humans I meet of world’s ills!!!
For contest: I helped the Needy
For and in honor Carol Brown
Someone's words had reached me,
a word I've heard so far away,
a word I've seen a mile away,
a word whose presence hides away;
but no one is listening;
thus it knocked 'pon my door.
Someone's thoughts had reached me,
a thought whose mind had died away,
a thought whose message twas thrown away,
a thought whose vision had lost it's way;
but no one was thinking;
thus it knocked 'pon my door.
Someone's heart had reached me,
a heart whose tears had long since dried,
a heart whose chest still beats alive,
a heart whose love had never stopped trying;
but no one would love it;
thus it knocked 'pon my door.
Oh how I long to be free
Absent of the demons within
Voices of evil compelling me
Doing things that I know better than
Absent of the demons within
My heart can love again
Doing things that I know better than
Will never haunt me again
My heart can love again
Voices of evil compelling me
Will never haunt me again
Oh how I long to be free
Entry in the Pantuom contest
“Sacred Heart and Soul”
My garden my spouse,
speaks heart wisdom's sweet honey,
to my soul, her spouse.
Note: Our Sacred Heart is the female Spouse,
While our Soul is the male spouse.
For the Senryu contest
In honor of: Sweetheart of PoetrySoup
Placed #2
to mend a broken heart is
telling an artist to forget his art
telling a writer to give up his pen
telling a musician never play again
such demands can not be told
love can not just be sold
feelings so strong can not be placed on hold
to mend a broken heart seems impossible
it's a war one can not defeat
it's rhythem without beat
a home without heat
some things in life just don't make sense
even the greatest climber in the world can't challenge an infinite fence
to mend a broken heart is to
stop waves from crashing
stop the rising sun from shining
stop the new day from coming
like love, these things are worth far more than gold
such powerful acts of nature can not be controlled
they are the masterpeices of life; they'll never grow old
Let time unwind beneath your robe so that you may live
Question the gods you pray to, for ignorance will be proclaimed law
Open your windows that a fresh scent may come thy way
I see not the good nor the evil, yet I stand to my defense on my own feet
I glee for the sun burns still
Will it be in my life-time that the sun will burn a sore dwarf?
With in my blood flows the ink of the prophets that spoke for God my Lord
I His pen, my hair his curly feather and my eyes His vision of His creation
I fade into dust with passing time, and all I can say is love
For tomorrow may be different but my heart grows weak
I see in tthe sky the very hour that in which I will die
Will the world cry?
I plea guilty to sin, as a perfect man I not am
Smile yee says, but how can a sobbing heart even look up
It drags on to safety, and still it gets stepped on
With blood flowing, tracing the path in which my shattered vessel landed
It whispered once, and I held my peace
Now it dies and I hold still to my fragile mind
I see not an option, and I cry
Hold me Padre that in Your arms I wish to regain my sight
Its getting cold, and I see the wonderful spoken light
Its sings Padre, should I follow
My dreams near me not, and my body already began to rot
Over all I see my spirit leaving my flesh, alas I find my peace
I sleep in death
Amen.