Best Anywhere Poems
But wherever you are, I no longer want to be:
for you are thunderstruck moonlight,
and I am a scarred sunset ~ a secret in saffron,
melting into the myth that floats forever,
within silenced dunes of scorpion stones,
where the cryptic coldness of sand feels like~
Cupid’s daggers piercing through
my aching skin and bones.
Frost-kissed vines wrap around
my wintry heart,
screaming for a sacred release
from the tethered torment
of satanic sapphires,
breathing within the haunted caves
of unending nightmares ~
and the twilight that wanes
behind flatlined promises.
Tonight, I feel like arrows of angst,
ricocheting within these woeful walls
of my melancholic mausoleum,
mirroring the heat of a burning breeze ~
like an epitaph lost in the sweltering air.
The clover of golden green glimmers,
like fireflies around my wrists,
luring distant ravens,
croaking above paralyzed dreams,
to untangle the crooked lines of lies,
crawling within clouds of comfort,
oblivious to Lilith’s serpent slithering
around my fragile feet in slow cadence,
pushing me to the darker dusks
drawn above the prying
valley of putrid prunes,
where these wistful musings
will remain as mere voiceless ashes,
cremated in vain,
with flames of forgotten folktales
echoing as faded music within a glass urn.
So, if tomorrow I’m gone, remember me ~
I still breathe silver snippets of hope,
a frozen quiescence,
etched in seven arcs of stardust,
longing to be anywhere but here.
Perhaps as the last verse of your poem,
or could I be the lone rose,
forever thriving in the galactic gardens of love,
where hate and greed, tangled in
jinxed jewels,
dissolve into nothingness ~
like rusted ribbons of the crestfallen lunar.
I hope lilacs and lavenders will bloom
in hypnotic hues, to calm raging rivers flowing
within the arctic arteries of a dark poet,
longing for a home
away from hellish hands,
so I can serenade songs of survival
and rhapsodies of resilience,
while watching every tear I’ve shed
crystallize into pearls and diamonds,
like born-again stars in violet skies.
When ceilings were cast on dreams
air thickened, swelling lungs
with unbreathable mediocrity
pen is clutched
in reluctance of dim witted judgement,
small minded skewed views,
all pushing towards
Oprah Book Club fame
under a midwestern bubble.
That trophy would shine
like the second hand cars surrounding
When ceilings were cast on dreams
a terrified scream evaded me
as lips were bit in the traditional
small town offend-me-not fashion,
my pen faultered and died...
Fear is passion disapating into lonely corners
accepting it's quiet demise
Never realizing sea breeze or sunrise
alive and never living
while calendar pages fly by abandoning
Regret is for mourning souls
past possibilities of redirection
and compromise
I break westward stepping over spilled milk
toward angular man made mountains
Now the pond fish evolution begins
as I swim in bigger waters
insignificant and loving it
feeling anonymity breed inhibition
and onward to infamy
toward my name etched in spines
and altitudes I make my own
**inspired by John Heck's "Edge" contest
The house sits locked and bare;
a derelict car sputtering off
with the last of the possessions
that owned her.
Bellows of dust and sparks
trailing; lingering behind
as busted tail lights disappear
against a burnt sun horizon.
Sitting tall and square
behind the wheel of her old truck,
with bare shoulders, essentials,
and a folk rock playlist.
Windows down, volume up,
a long last look,
releasing her breath;
a slight smile twisting.
Hands, ten and two; pedal down,
heading north to anywhere,
the wind tangling her hair;
stripping away stress; urging on.
No more 40 hour weeks.
No more juggling bills.
No more corporate slavery,
building someone else's dream.
This is the moment
she became free.
*For my dearest friend Anna, who inspires me more than I am able to express.
The bright Christmas lights on my city house are so colorful and traditional,
hopefully when I get my high utility bill I won't become too irrational,
and watching everyone open up their gifts makes me want to sigh,
also hoping that when I get the credit card bills I won't start to cry,
And the Christmas room has edible fumes of the eating variety kind,
with the holiday weight I gain ending up in my butt and thighs,
while getting a white Christmas is something I always wished for,
but not slipping on the slippery steps when walking out the front door,
A different group of Christmas carolers singing out front in my yard,
all of them sounding very off key like a cat getting strangled,
and not having money to give them gave them some pie I baked,
most of them getting sick from it Betty Crocker I aint,
Going Christmas shopping and getting stuck in the holiday traffic,
and trying to find a parking spot at the mall was really quite baffling,
having to sit there and wait till I saw a shopper getting ready to leave,
another car beat me to the spot while I sat there and sneezed,
So I decided to move far away from the hustle and the bustle,
wheres all I have to worry about is what is that woodland noisy rustle,
could be a black bear, coyote, wolf or a moose,
and when I get my mail every day have to run so they don't bite my big caboose,
But thats ok I'm starting to feel at home for the holidays in the hills,
getting used to the 8 foot snow drifts and the night time animal shrills,
while getting into my vehicle can be quite an ordeal,
running like a fugitive till I get inside of it in my camouflage gear,
But I have a plan B just in case living in the hills doesn't all work out,
I'll just move to Florida where the humidity and big bugs will bother me no doubt,
where I'll buy my own little house hopefully sinkhole free and keep it fumigated,
and pretend to have a white Christmas even though its 85 degrees out while getting chased by an alligator.
Happy Holidays Everyone!
12-24-16
i'm not lonely or lost . .
. . but when days are long,
maybe too long for me,
my thoughts begin to trace
- anywhere you might be -
there are no rest stops,
only quick glances,
light touches
and tiny kisses
i am lingering in the fragrance of forever
moments so divine,
a slow song
longing to caress its magic
your love sends me,
through tunnels of beauty
over bridges of pure ecstasy,
to a place of sweet delight
i want to go, anywhere you might be
__________________
just a little scribble
~ thoughts from the heart ~
I am empty of empathy
come sympathise with me
Cue the violins,
or just fiddle
like a bad-tempered Roman
Offer me hope:
bring flamboyant symbols,
cheap gold pendants with wings
Maybe a big gaudy
unflappable albatross
nothing too flash,
mind you!
Take my hand,
lead me towards the edge
it’s time to fledge
Sidle me onward,
watch as I waver
Try not be over-critical
of the albatross
He’s become a hanger-on,
too far gone
and addicted to flattery
If I drag you down
or appear inhumane,
it’s all secondary
I’m merely feeling depressed
by a pouch in my brain
A séance sensed
it was next of kin,
X-rays revealed tiny pleats,
masses of tissue within folds of skin
An exorcist said it’s
my vestigial twin
Google diagnosed
(Visual agnosia)
taking shape from within
Oh! And the indifferent
chatbot I confided in,
has begun self-harming!
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
A few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
On the contrary, the glory awaits you
Any failure can hail a more determined individual
So don’t give up
It’s time to Get Up
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
The day will come
When you will erupt with joy again!
Promise, Problem, Provision
Get Up because a few bad chapters do not mean your story is over
No person is too small for God’s attention
God the Father is able to do anything, anytime, anywhere
I feel most at home
When I am beside you.
I am able to breathe freely & abundantly.
You speak kindly to my soul,
& nurture the points of direction
Which I grow.
My sanctuary of peace,
My birds eye view of serenity.
I feel most at home
When I am in view of your garden.
Offering the utmost
Of warmth & affection.
Make no mistake,
I am not there to simply pass time
Nor am I there out of the convenience
Of you.
Being around you takes me
to another world
& I am glad to share in the experience
Of you.
I am in awe at how you transform me
Into a moth, in terms of light.
I’ll follow you anywhere
You were there....anytime..
I needed you..
you were there..every time..
anywhere...
And you were there...
even when I mistreated you..
and I'll always bear, being so unfair..
when you cared...
So anytime..anywhere..
you are needing me..
I'll be there..
anytime...anywhere...
Yes, you were there...
every time...I needed you..
yes, you've been fair.....
and every time..you've showed you care...
So anytime...anywhere....
you're needing me...
I'll be there...
anytime..anywhere...
You know I care...and I'll be there...
anytime....anywhere...
to show I care...I'll be there...
anytime.....anywhere.
A Parisian storm
Romantic aromas, wine
Cool rain, intoxicating
An interesting place, paradise
It can be anywhere
You are
I wish I could just disappear.
Unzip my skin and leave it here.
I'd just float around until I
Found a place where I belonged.
No one understands me,
And everything just keeps going wrong.
I want to run away,
But there's nowhere to go.
North or South,
East or West.
It doesn't matter.
Anywhere but here would
Probably be best.
Why does everything have
To be so messed up?
I wish I could just give up.
Someday I'll come to peace
With everything.
I just hope that everything will
Come to peace with me.
Anywhere if I’m with you
She asked me where I’d like to go
If money didn’t matter
I said I didn’t really know
My mind began to scatter
Toronto, Athens, maybe France
Aruba sounded fine
Casablanca, such romance
Though Italy has wine
London, Dublin, Amsterdam
Malta, New York City
Acapulco, Nottingham
All of them are pretty
But then I said my answer true
It’s anywhere if I’m with you
2/21/17
Written for the: Where I want to go poetry contest
Sponsored by: Nicola Byrne
I am eternal, immortal like the above Divine
I shall never run out of flavor like wine
I am the sun that stays in space forever burning
I am the Earth that stays in space forever turning
I'm a volcano that has eruption after eruption
I'm like the gov't that swallows our country with corruption
I forever stand tall like Mt. Everest the mountain
I will always run like the water from Niagra Falls, a giant fountain
My heart forever rings for you like the Liberty Bell
My love for you is a fire you can't put out like the kind in Hell
We are meant to be together like Adam and Eve
We run the show together like Springer and Steve
I will never leave you for anything, so don't feel fear
I know your love is real, I know it when you shed a tear
The liars and backstabbers around us: Devils and Demons
They are something to be ejected from me like semen
Pretty soon our love will be popular like the World Wide Web
You will soon feel what I feel when I put you to bed
I am an ocean liner that sails the Pacific & Atlantic I think
Built like the Titantic, but can never sink
When will you get it in your head not to be scared
The point of this poem is to assure you I'm not going anywhere........
Bring a touch of sunshine
Love
Lord
It’s the land of the free and the home of corrupt politicians
State: Louisiana
For Silent One's contest