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By gravity said law
linkedin with physics
stating that a body at rest
will remain thus unless otherwise
acted upon by an external force,
hence I cannot wrest motion
from inert human matter
regarding nearly lifeless entity
concerning how aye barely breathe
heavily weighed down
with lugubriousness easily crushing
this seventy two inch
rusty, cowardly, creaky...
complex corporeal edifice,
thus resigning myself
watching flight of bumblebee
hopscotching from one
clover plant to another
wondrous winged warrior
unphased by human "rat race"
higglety pigglety,
pell mell, helter skelter,
how grand living off the grid
venerating native flora and fauna
simply engrossed with daily tasks
solely attending
basic inalienable rights
life, liberty, pursuit of happiness
keeping stereotypical roles intact
males species pact schedule
hunting in tandem
with brotherly comrades
females tending hearth and home
tendering, safeguarding, nesting...
homeschooling offspring
supervising fledgling,
the latter gingerly venturing
tentatively into parts unknown
unfamiliar territory brimming
trained instincts detect danger,
nonetheless plod along
blueprinted genetically
inherent migratory paths
guides where uncertainty looms
within wide whirring web
invoking, feigning camouflage,
or mimicking ("FAKE")
simulating another organism.
As the world around me gets busy disintegrating, my mind happily floats in the firmament. I'm holding on to arrested moments; my eyes filled with childlike wonder surveying my surroundings. The beauty of nature abound. I'm thankful for a sunny day that smiles in blooming flowers! As I bask in the glow of sunshine, I fix my gaze on marshmallow clouds drifting above me, willows swaying in the breeze. I hear birds cheerfully tweeting in rustling trees. To be able to sit lonesome and take a mental vacation, a benediction! Thoughts and quotidian woes that hold me in bondage are set free like butterflies at play in a lush green verdure. I'm blissfully lost in solitude just reflecting about life, and I'm filled with gratitude. It's great to be alive!
mental vacation
lost in arrested moments ~
a benediction.
Submitted for...
Moments of reflections - Haibun Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Malabika Ray Choudhury
Date written: 04/26/2021
The cottage gate now stands ajar
Unbolted by wind and rain
And lonely pink roses growing apart
Reach to touch as in sweet refrain
Crisp silence rules both day and night
Uneasiness settles as my heart slowly sinks
For there's not a creature within sight
Seems, gone forever is the missing link
Although the grass grows lush and green
No man’s feet have beaten a path
No bushy tail squirrels are to be seen
Nor the discarded acorns left after a spat
The seasons flow throughout the years
And the mystery deepens still
I dare not speak to all my fears
Time has arrested this moment at will
~*~
7/30/'13
For: "Glimpses of Epiphany" Contest
By: Annalise
I’ve etched my life in shades of cream,
Colour a luxury found only in dream.
To live my life in black and white
Will choke my soul with endless night.
I’ve dreamt of spicy golden suns
Igniting
radiant fires;
Of silver moons
Hushing
starry choirs.
I’ve dreamt of sweet emerald jungles
Meditating
portraits green;
Of dark violet storms
Thundering
music mean.
I’ve dreamt of sour amber deserts
Burning
coral red skin;
Of tanzanite glaciers
Freezing
diamonds therein.
But colourless passion sequesters my heart,
My lustrous pomegranate crumbles apart.
Classic ivory saturates my eye
Fantasy arrested and charged with a lie.
CAN ONE BE ARRESTED FOR SCREAMING "LIAR" IN A CROWDED CHURCH?
You pious people in your pews
All you reading about the arrival of some wondrously good news
A new horizon can’t you see?
Well imagine you were with my wife, beloved daughter and me
We three had left together but suddenly were four
And I’m not certain about much more
Four in the quietude of dripping rain
No one letting go of the pinching pain
because only the rain deserves such disdain
We picked up a hitchhiker as into rough waters we’d wade
And the gentleman told us to please call him ‘Suade’
A human storm by madness made
And then he made us walk blindly through the wood
Until he told us to stay precisely where we stood
in the wilderness it is a mean and uncertain gamble
As you amble through the briars and the brambles
You need to possess a lot of fortitude
Because the icy winds are oftentimes too rude
Suddenly Suede swung with a swipe and that’s when my hope and strength were to fade
He rose up like an oak in a forest of fear and I opposing Suade
A madman, a maniac, a massacre made
And in that infinitesimal and infinite second, although I am a pacifist, I could have killed Suede
Then suddenly the fighting was done
As Suede arose and I just wanted us all to run
And doth did both men huddle close to his opponent
While adding Suede’s scent akin to camel dung to the troubles of his component
There were three of us and he was only one
But the one who wields the power also wields a gun
His mind was set on our flower of a daughter whom he decided to pluck
Now let’s all go out to find her,
yeah, lots of luck
Suddenly he just stole our baby away
Away I say, and gone perhaps for ever and good
Hidden In a new area, in a brand new neighborhood
All we wanted to do was give a ride and fill a need to help the needy
But some men are seedy and too many of them are greedy
His scowl was darkness, his blackish eyes seemed way too dim
And that’s virtually all we can remember of him
While the police find not the culprit in a world of the gross and the grim
My wife and I were defenseless and both our hearts were horrendously hurt
Oh and that’s what brought about the sorrowful phrase an “Amber Alert”
© 2011...Poefree
They arrested my anger:
my fingertips, they ink painted
These defiant ebony eyes
were given a sideway rearview
racial profile
A police photo shoot,
criminal style
I became a most colorful, unwanted poster child
for the rabid redneck white crowd,
who were firing their burning blue metal barrels
hatefully loud —
Colt-45 liquid anger
white lightning moonshine proud
Waving their patriotic hostility —
raging river flag moving the mob
At their Wild West campfire pow-wow,
they were bomb fuse sparking
a tar baby effigy of me
Putting a viral vex on their personal celly-ies
and cyber telly-ies
Got several death threats from the skin heads
Aryan Nation neo-Nazis
How is it that my anger got arrested,
while their’s got out of jail free?
The blue devils cuffed me
for non-violently speaking,
not bending a Wounded Knee
Or giving a whipped-dog look slave master bow
This earned me my prison stripes
room-and-board free
Got a felon record for simply
giving the fascist police a ghetto hardship scowl
Now labeled a rebel convict:
I can’t get no cotton-picking union job,
or no southern hospitality northen beans welfare
Living on the cliff ledge is hard, when you can’t blend in
Yellow tin badge hollow justice
gave me a white-hot iron brand hex on my charcoal skin
Then they bum wrapped me in a cement bubble
And an old enamel kangaroo in a long black lynx robe
said I was white rabbit lucky
I didn’t receive a volley of bullets for my trouble
But, I got a swollen-face good break, I was told
Tell my mama this cancer piss pack of hard spit sympathy lies
She died on the inside that awful sentencing day,
and my papa’s fears aged dog years in a bad way
They both knelt stone cold six-feet under,
while I was hell-roasting
in a 20-by-20 windowless solitary bunker
There were no encouraging letters sent from the grave
I’m sure my arrested anger
is gonna get released also, one calm and serene day
But a pardon ain’t forthcoming
any time soon
for these brooding hairs fading in penitentiary gray
We stand prepared for battle, our pikes thrusted toward the gullets of our adversaries.
Hastily we aim to strike down all we oppose.
Our nemeses match us with a fervor that scorches redder than our own flames of rage.
They perceive us a threat to their very ethos.
Slashing of skin underscored by the glitters discharged from steel upon steel exchanges.
Bodies amass as the carmine blanket flows.
Screeching shrieks heard as each soul withdraws from a once confident swain lay slain.
Mighty steed hooves surge the earthy dough.
All shall be gained or gone astray; for no more shall join the savagery of such hostilities.
Victory will govern the fortune of pitiable foes.
Alas, the moment granted by a lamentable contender that punctured my golden cuirass.
My fortune is not to see what will to follow.
Swells of moist blue sigh
Mesmerize arrested eyes
Below silver sky
By Robb A. Kopp
I got in trouble because of my greed.
I was arrested because I sold weed.
I thought I was being smart, I thought that my Grass was well hid.
But the Police found it and I was made to pay the price for what I did.
After I was arrested, my house and land were confiscated.
My family had lived there for generations, I was devastated.
For two centuries, that land was handed down from father to son.
But because of my stupidity, it will no longer be handed to anyone.
When I went to jail, my son went to live with his Aunt.
He no longer looks me in the eyes and I'm ashamed because he can't.
Please don't make the same mistake that I made.
I broke the law and because of what I did, I paid.
(Even though this is a fictional poem, it is a very bad idea to sell Marijuana or other drugs.)
He learnt to fly when he was a child,
Darting throughout the air.
Shooting through crowds, leaving everyone happy,
At the country fair.
Shooting people in their belly, back and their legs,
With his small little love tipped dart.
Leaving them with a crush, a brand new love,
In their beautiful heart.
And then the local fun police arrived,
With insurance to run the carnival.
They saw him, caught him, held him down,
Confiscating his arsenal.
The fair is now safe, no one will be shot,
No loving, no dreams, and no dance.
And today Cupid’s on the airport runway line,
To holiday on the tower in France.
I was a child, naive and care free
A soul of great curiosity
Then strong spirits poured into me
Seeped away with my purity
Siphoned my will so slowly
Drowned my heart in self-pity
...Showed me the way to misery
I was a boy without clarity
With no good sense of identity
Then a burning bush spoke to me
Dazed me aromatically
Consumed my prosperity
Changed me into a zombie
...Perverted my reality
I was a young man growing empty
Searching for some reciprocity
Then a bitter boy seduced me
Caught me with such intensity
Drove me to insanity
Stripped me of all dignity
...Made me my own worst enemy
I was a grown man filled with envy
Loathing my imps of atrocity
Then a black horse slammed into me
Tied me in reigns of sorcery
Drew out my dark fantasy
Taught my flesh true agony
...Put the masochist within me
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.
I made fifteen and then I froze
although I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time,
eradicate the brat!
show him just the hell who's boss
and pin him to the mat!
I made sixteen and then I froze
although I'm fifty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to educate the brat,
show him who the hell is boss,
now what d'ya think of that?
I made sixteen and then I froze
although I'm sixty-five,
my inner child is still right here
it's stuck inside alive,
surviving, there may still be time
to educate the brat,
show him who the hell is boss,
now what d'ya think of that?