Best Bind Poems
poor puppet dances
to the tune of her master -
he’s pulling her strings!
Jan Allison
9th April 2015
Contest: - Judy Konos Get Your Senryu On
~awarded 1st place~
I Got Scars, Invisible Chains That Tightly Bind
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep
There the darkness came ravaging a broken mind
I got scars, invisible chains that tightly bind
And an epic loss that can any man destroy
When a younger lad, just a poor O' Southern boy!
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep
Doorways bringing bad nightmares into my sleep
Those battles, those moaning cries can be heard each night
Tragedy, a shame, such a sad pitiful fight
There the darkness comes cutting up both heart and soul
And lord don’t ya know, it is such a wicked toll!
I got scars, invisible but O' so, so deep.
Never say never, heart slashed enough to weep!
Robert J. Lindley,
Sonnet ( Sad, dark and once so true )
Note:
I never saw a tie that had a practical use;
And I never knew why a man would want to wear a noose.
There are as many good reasons for wearing ties
As there is for cultivating mosquitos and flies.
To cover up buttons is a use that's named;
I never saw a button of which I'm ashamed.
They're a social tradition, so the in folks swear it.
So is syphilis, but I wouldn't want to wear it.
They are manly attire say the folks straight and narrow;
But my manhood doesn't need designated by an arrow.
So while I am living and after I die
Save me from being strangled by a god damned tie.
Each crescent moon rewinds time’s notes
and sweeps me back to our blessed haven
where long has stayed my peaked presence.
I would love to be back in our cozy cabin
where we grew magical feelings of happy.
All of our shared yesterday seconds
were love expressed while money distressed
and both such ways were my life’s best days.
We could barely afford a potty when on our
first anniversary you wrapped a Scottie puppy
inside an old jalopy that was red bow capped.
A car some might call shoddy mapped our
love in endless feelings of freedom's happy.
Tonight’s moon knows our fiftieth anniversary
soon comes, it poses then my life will be done
and with Scottie, you will greet me in our old jalopy.
I have long prayed to regain our embracing love
within Heaven's divine feelings of happy.
Secrets should always be easily shared.
Interaction rather than causation,
Unbridling the soul of all ties once aired.
No need for vigilant calculation,
Intent on seamless communication.
Just being with others in the moment,
A genuine, life-giving, bestowment.
Universal Bind
"Love is the glue that holds together the Universe...because I’m stuck on you."
Sept.13.2016
ONE QUOTE Any Quote You Want To Create OLD OR NEW - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Rick Parise
YOU'VE GOT TO BE MISTAKEN, YOU MUST BE WRONG!!!
I cried so hard, for so long
Only seven,
I’m too young to be an orphan
I remember it, as if it were like yesterday
When they took me down to the parlor
To identify my parents’ bodies
Here today, gone tomorrow
Less good than bad examples I did follow
No someone in my life to give me unconditional care
Until he came along, such a dear
But like all the others, expectations he had
And as would a horror movie, it all went bad
PUSH!!!
It’s as if I was looking down on my body
Was that my imagination or the nurse screaming at me
More miraculous things have been known to happen
As I slowly drift back to reality
Is that a baby, whose is he?
HAPPY TWENTIETH!!! They shouted
Another birthday another year
Being a single mother has its wear and tear
Days turn into weeks, then into months and years
As I watched my restless juvenile, turn my aspirations into fears
GET OUT OF MY HOUSE, YOU ARROGANT FOOL!!!
The cops were here again today,
I thought you were in school
I’m tired of them always, giving me the third degree
I’ll rather get rid of you
Than you causing the death of me.
So with the trials of passing times
Her health begins to fade
But she could not forget about him
Because he was her child
And he will always be a part of her
Body, soul and mind
Entered in the "TORMENTED - Poetry Contest"
Sponsored by: Nathan D.
Have you ever pondered your existence?
To see what life is really all about?
Let your mind wonder out in the distance.
Think about life and beginning to doubt.
Realize what holds you back and begin to shout.
Break the chains that bind us and go on through.
Knowing the owner of the chains was you.
***For Dr. Mehta's contest "Rhyme Royal"***
By Chris Matt
Let The Music Play On
When I am melancholy
And feeling, all alone
I place my violin
On my shoulder, like a phone
Then start a conversation
In melodic overtones
and every string that speaks to me
Brings me closer back to home
I can smell the coffee brewing
There're hotcakes on the griddle
And Gram-pa in the corner
Strumming lightly on His fiddle
And now that fiddle's mine
He passed it on to me
So I could find my way back home
Wherever I may be
One day I’ll have a child
May be, a He or She
I hope they'll learn its language
And treat it patiently
And take it safely with them
Wherever they may roam
‘Cause all they have to do is play
To find there way back home
.
Attached by small stem
Sustainability...free
Floating on wind land
The chains that bind me are soft as silk,
Gossamer to the touch, so thin you wouldn’t think they could hurt...
They seem no more than mere bangles,
Jewelled manacles adorning throat and wrists and ankles
They don’t grate on my skin, barely fray the edges of my nerves
Most of the time I don’t even realise they are there
You must be so proud of yourself my love;
You were the weaver of these restraints,
The arbiter of this subtle asphyxiation
You ensnared me with ropes of words, with sweet nothings
And declarations of impassioned love,
Spoken in the name of God, the Merciful, the Ever Watchful
If only I possessed even a fragment of such omnipotence –
I would not be here now, tangled in this soft silver stranglehold,
In these necklaces and girdles and garters of a lover’s laws
When was the moment where you stopped being gentle
And became, instead, a gentle-eyed tyrant?
I must have blinked and missed it, or been blinded by your beguiling smile
Anyway it does not matter now, because here I am,
Dying a slow perfumed death in your ghostly arms,
Reduced to a bewildered puppet on the ends of your serrated steel strings
The secrets of my being stuffed deep down inside of my soul,
Where you cannot find them – where only God can see
Because you seem to have lost sight of what I am baby
And only God will be the one to show you the real, wild and untamed me
The person I am supposed to be...
The Ties That Bind Sever Time
This time and that time and more then once our blood was a code and not it lost the times have changed the earth reshape the hearts redone and the minds have escaped.The love we shared the time we had together where has it lead where has it gone and can it be rebuilt? Life is a bridge you must build yourself no one can help you and must have the tool for the things you need you must have the food to keep your strength up and you must have your mind set on where you want to go.If you built a bridge your going straight if your digging a hold your grave if you built a skyscraper your going up.But what happen when the ones we held dear no longer are close the ones who opinions hurt the most .I can't even explain this pain it is when our love can't help but be red and no more then blood.These times have turned from truth to lies and this bond was so thick not even oil could pass through,but now the only thing holding it together is this fine strip of grass that connects to the earth this earth the last thing were connect to that keep our lasting bond together be us dead or alive it there and will never fade oh this tale of brought and lost is more then what anyone could have thought maybe if everything was as the old times would we be together without a heart break without losing those close to us or even breaking our ties breaking our minds and breaking the bond that shield our young ones eyes.Oh how I wish for the ties that bind us wouldn't be sever by time greatest of evils of our lives.May the 10 deadly sins never reach your heart before it destroy it may it never take over your minds may they not steal your soul and may your family become what important to you instead of just yourself.
glad
in crux
near the gloom
that light nudge me
when it gets anxious
concerns that might leak out
my burrows are firmly couched
not a fiend nor a darling star
they thrust as the night sky gained their sight.
yet, both sorts score their way to my shoulder.
I burned a bridge yesterday,
the tie that bound was cut.
You once were my brother
but never my friend;
too much space between us,
I guess.
Through the years
the exchanges were modest
at best; two siblings in
separate worlds.
Too many words
left unspoken,
too many chances
were lost.
You drove a wedge and
created the rift
that grew deeper
with each passing year.
No longer a way to
mend or repair so
I cut the last tie. Tell me
how did it feel? Unexpected,
or did you care?
You once were my brother
but never my friend;
nothing left between us now,
just space….
Copyright by Anita Lewis Longino
September 2, 2010
zip ties what a wondrous thing
to think how much closer they bring
that joyful noise gleeful clicks
heard as you with your hands affix
swift to use they are a cinch
till things can't move a single inch
organizing so much shorter
all's well now all's in order
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The Zip, an American haiku form with 15 syllables in two lines of 7 or 8, and a caesura on each line in the form of an extra space. There is no requirement for rhyming, it just seemed appropriate here...