Best Attaching Poems
Biting into the dead,
he tastes the aftertaste of burnt ashes!
The meal of her emotions,
buried alive within silken strands.
Blood inside sorrow burning,
sweet desire weeping...
Yet, it cannot possibly extinguish his pain.
Bleeding heartbreaks do not expire.
His eternal torment is fortified.
Into two pieces he is equally divided.
One who feels he has his back against the wall!
The other who has not a care.
Free falling teardrops,
salted within life's passionate carnage.
Nails in his mouth for he is iron born,
attaching beauties have felt his plunging sword.
His sanctuary is a dream catcher.
He's stuck inside it's Web,
hanging there above forever,
until she takes his last breath away.
Always now, in this moment was he formed.
Long before time, he was destined to be hers
Until they meet again his heart pauses.
He will not know eternal glory,
until her love courses through his veins!
As he has promised, he will succumb to her
The angels then will sing
Rejoicing bells will ring out grateful notes
Both will finally atone for their sins!
A collaboration with Liam Mcdaid. Thanks for accepting my invitation.
When Liam first sent over his verses I had no idea where we would end up.
I thought you might find the process of interest. Here are the words Liam started us off with.
Biting into the dead remains of ashes burnt
buried alive blood inside sorrow burning
sweet desire weeps bleeding heartbreaks
in two divided one who has had the back against a wall
Freefalling teardrops within life's passion
nails in the mouth attacking beauties sanctuary
a dream catcher stuck inside a Web
hanging there forever
until you take my last breath away
always yours until we meet again
eternal glory as angels will sing
rejoicing bells ring grateful
I hope you enjoy the inside look.
The maple leaf of autumn is now crisp crimson,
shortly ere sun-bronzed skin simmered lumened
I indulge with the saddened left behind to wither,
these not listful ears awaiting beckoning me hither
Hours freeze, minutes in tow, the world halts,
when pains chronic symptoms claim free of faults
Suspended in time lingering in liminal limbo,
indefinite neglect being its sanctified symbol
Decline is a beginning I politely pick up the pieces,
within my confines the endless summer ceases
As a recurring familiarity in the distant breaches
shadows sweep at dusk attaching as leeches,
feeding on a sueded soul, voiding bruised veins,
hallow numbness in my chest is all that remains
Love weeps salt tears brined with both joy and sorrow,
fasting with false hopes macerating raw tomorrows
Ache tests how much weight my heart can hold,
I’d glide into the dolostone matrix, I’d break the mold
What is shared binds two souls along with betrayal,
and only feeds this fervor, savior this is where I fail
Arrows dart freeing these eyes of debited desire,
through a heart, a flame that had once felt fire,
suffering knows that I and I only hold love blame,
at a time when two accomplices felt the same
A brief breeze during a feverish Roman August
foolish pride thwarted lost, what won, writhes lust,
whys are worn, days don’t pass, nights don’t end
Sextilis its name should’ve kept, allotting to transcend,
moods madness ‘neath moon’s tortuous tattletale’s
of September’s blighted face flurrying gust strewn gales
I now stand in a place of my own crowned in pearled onyx,
reborn upon the highest thrown, I drink fortitude’s tonic,
'till September’s sapphire emanates from melancholia,
here you come again, shattered dreams laden with insomnia
I invented something quite peculiar
Last night
In my lucid dream
My neo commanded my allo-cortex
To prepare allusions to be downloaded
Upon returning to my physical presence
Caught in middle-sleep, guardians of satan
Were mocking the death and resurrection
Of Jesus Christ, shouting and laughingly
Pronouncing God The Father and Jesus
The Son as "the two lunatics"
Every direction I faced, the 'alien race'
Of towering blondes blocked my escape
Knowing I had lucidly dreamt a downloadable
File to be recovered once awake, I summarily
Accomplished this by attaching a small device
To the frontal-lobe side of my skull and
Activated the sensory-absorbing module
Instantly slipping back into my lucid dream
Allowing edits to be re-programmed
I was able to disrupt the satanic bonds
Holding me captive and cast out the
Demons that possessed me
Declaring the Lord Jesus Christ as my
Savior and Ruler of the Light that shall
Set man free!
Once again returning to my physical realm
I was even more determined to
Spread
His
Love
Upon
The World!
04.16.22
Staring in the mirror when I'm down with these scissors I found.
With my wrists out and prescription lids littered around.
I've scribbled out a bitter letter in wicked accounts and written down twisted sentences in crimson.
I drown in no bounds it got me tripping out grouchy for outlets.
Now my hound pulls at my trousers.
When I'm face down drowsy with a mouth full of downers.
I'm pale looking clownish.
I ain't clowning around, see my self esteem floundering.
Out for the count as hells demons seen prowling around me proudly twisting and dancing entrancing.
Slipping away fast last vision left glancing enhanced with a mixture of doubt.
Knowing there's no one to laugh with and be found here alone with a sinister frown.
I've got to get out.
Haunted in this mysterious house that time forgot.
A place where damp rises and shrouded in all types of moss and lichen, rotting with the slime from condensation.
A sodden formed Forrest where I'm under sedation.
A clock work decision I watch myself gazing transfixed on my mission across amazing mazes.
As dreams fade into sight I stay silently praying.
Embracing the night watching day light escaping.
Remain in this safe haven I'm taken away safely remaining unshaken, grey and unshaven, eight shades of my aura shadows the ravens.
The creature with talons and the beak of eagle seen clutching a talisman to defeat it's evil.
I see through people. Phycic and tight lipped.
Leaving hindsight to guide you through life is wisest.
Am I dying or buying my time in this crises like I'm finally deep in abyss.
Analysing my past thinking did I even exist.
Forever with bliss since I slipped away tearful
Surviving myself I won't ever be fearfully trapped in this labyrinth with Pan and he knows me ghostly he came close cosey and held me closely through apocalypse start dropping atom bombs not stopping Babylon.
God got him banished like exhiled angels deep into faranheit heat like my minds a scotch bonnet.
The child of the scorch trials in the maze at night.
Was made strict then was bitten by count
Dracula.
Come the blood sucker parasite cancerous spanning round my brain like the legs of a tarantula.
Tendrils gargantuan.
Attaching the canula straight from the ambulance.
Inserting the catheter.
Wired like capacitors.
Body kept alive with 240 volt adaptors.
She wears her kindness,
a full length gown
as if it were a pair of baby blue jeans
soft in color, tough in its fabric.
She is adorned in silk
refracts incoming ideas
produces her own.
Like the shimmer
of this same silk
she is brilliant!
Her embrace is boundless.
Her exuberance unmatched.
She is "music".
Paints with the bold strokes of her guitar,
the perfect pitch of her voice, natures smile.
She is an original,
nothing like you.
She is passionate,
exactly like you.
She offers all this, more.
Chooses you.
"I love her with every fiber..."
Often I wonder.
With so many beautiful words
attaching themselves so easily to women
why would any man ever need to lie...
Sept/26/2014
I don't understand why people kill
That too without feeling bad about it
Why are wars needed?
How does it matter if area of a country is small?
Why expand?
What purpose does it serve?
Common man merely wants to earn and eat
He seeks his happiness.
When an army person shoots many dead
Doesn't he feel for their families
Only breadwinner dead, child orphaned, a widow.
Does government bother?
What will a country gain by attaching another?
No purpose is served!
All money amassed only gives more tension
In the end we all are going to die leaving behind every penny earned.
Why not live happily instead of trying to prove we are the best
For every bad we do, punishment is ordained
We get back what we give
Fear the law of nature, don't sin
How can a tear not move anyone?
How can anyone be bad?
It is beyond my understanding.
If I hurt someone with my words, I feel bad
I have never beat my son. I can't
But many murder, torture mercilessly
Doesn't their conscience prick?
Do they live with peace of mind after that?
Why?Why should anybody do anything bad when it can be easily avoided
What are they trying to prove?
A momentary act, lifelong regret, results of karma's make our life only miserable
Is it worth it?
To be criticized life long
To go down the annals of history as a murderer.
Or to be remembered for your goodness
Choice is ours.
Bit of self-control helps prevent a sin.
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Note : This poem poured out from within after I read Jallianwala Bagh poem written by Tom Cunningham. That poem brought tears in my eyes and then I wrote this.
Approaching life with love
Lived with an open heart,
Irrespective of others differences
Fundamentally shining light,
Everyone welcome to join me,
Oneness and unity on mass
Favouring love over hate,
Lighting a path and a way to
Omniscient love in this world,
Vehemently embracing unity
Everything equal as it ought to be,
Attaching ourselves more to peace,
Negating hate, war and jealousy
Dedicating our time to betterment,
Lifting up the whole of humanity
Irresistibly the light is drawing me
Great fully exposing the love in me
Highlighting just how life can be
Trusting in the love and the light.
attaching my hopes and dreams
to the bees and butterflies in the garden
I watched them disappear into the ether
hoping they will uplift others
You left me to prey on another innocent heart,
and yet, it came as no surprise:
after all, it was your signature move.
My heart was willing to overlook the obvious,
attaching genuine feelings to love's fake facade.
Confused and lonely,
I allowed you to breach the walls
of my heart with your whispered, witty words.
But when we cuddled close,
you always seemed so distant.
Your mettle started showing signs of corrosion,
and I tried buffing it, with trust and love:
but to no avail.
I realized that our goals would never align:
I had to contort the truth to make it fit your lies.
And I got tired of hanging on to a lost cause:
so I let go!
spooning atmosphere
dust off you, lilac
eyes with you again
and the water's tight
urges in your hair
rain's attaching
us cheek to cheek
we are the same
tears as flowers
forever
drops; though a
christened fall,
raincoat,
scented
song
There once was a Leo from St. Paul.
Who attended a masquerade ball.
My friend thought he would risk it
and came dressed as a biscuit.
An Aries Lab chomped him up in the hall!
Was unsuccessful attaching the Zodiac sign.
The neighborhood has been going, to every variety of dogs.
But I simply can’t believe it… We now have Gutter Frogs!
They climb upon my windowsills, and also among the trees.
They climb up my patio screen, is there nothing, they don’t see!
Nightly nestling in my window gutter, where they have safely gone.
My hubby says that he can’t sleep, with so much racket going on!
Shiny, and oh so sleek, unlike any other toad, are these little blokes.
Perhaps I have been hasty. Their voices are only a cricket, not a croak.
Unlike my Hubby’s snores, they are way more soothing, yes, by far!
Perhaps there is no reason, for us, that we must now, declare a war.
But no! I must revise, as the gutters surely do need, to be cleaned.
So up the ladder Hubby did climb, as he now, had a full head of steam.
But, yes, life is never simple, and that seems to be… our very own lot.
They had watched our environmentalist son, as he studies and he plots.
‘Save the Gutter frogs!’ Became their banner song, which truly did evolve!
Alas! What’s worse! They are asking, an environmental study, to be done!
They quoted conservationists, and several even chained themselves to our home.
I’ve heard of save the Whales and trees, but now will it be… the gutter frogs?
This is their habitat! What will be next… a nest of new age lawyer gutter frogs?
Evolution has come quite far, as they mentioned a protest, to visit city hall!
We finally did concede! We could share this house and land, which we do own.
As Hubby descended the ladder… Yes! He was covered in jubilant gutter frogs.
Then to make things right, we made for each, an adorable wattle and stick home.
Attaching them along the top, of the gutters, that they could now, play upon.
The gutter frogs agreed to keep the gutters clean, in return, we will let them be.
The moral is: No matter who is right! We can live together, if we only try, you see!
Written by CSEastman 12-18-2013
In Contest for Honerable Mention
"Regeneration 7"
The stories
like leaves
flew fast from
the Tree of Life
on each leaf
seeds dispersed
like memories
detaching, attaching
to others’ stories
breathing empathy
to walking dreams
the frisson shined
to still life
new life,
arrived;
regeneration
7
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Pet Sit"
When one is involved in “Pet-Sit Panic,”
And all goes wrong you become quite frantic.
Bull dog mated Pekinese,
The union contacted fleas.
Simple mistakes, but problems gigantic.
Just no way to hid all the evidence.
Pekinese scratching while climbing a fence.
The bull dog has swooned,
Barking at the moon,
Homesteading the front door, bolting against.
The only thing left in this race of mine,
Getting passed a swooning bull dog’s front line.
Female gnawing and scratching,
As embryos attaching,
Make haste to the vet. for a pill in time.
For: Pet-Sit Panic
In Honor of: Sharon Tideswell
I have never thought of death.
Well, that's not true. Everyone
does at a time. A peopled perishing
if you will. We constitute it
with sickles or in a carriage
or call him soft names. Man
versus death; man conquers
this nothing by attaching arms,
ears, heart so it may feel its indifference
resonating like fingernails on fiberglass.
The great human figure, now
cyclical of its mortal fragility.
Were our endeavors false,
these simulacra, these apparitions
beset gaily on their creator?
Like a cement plant, are we
indebted to the dust made
by our hands, and fills our lungs?
All I know is
it's an inconceivable sadness to think
I have never thought of death.