Best Connections Poems
I have truly become fond of many poets here on Poetry Soup
And to be quite honest that has completely surprised me
l never believed a human connection could be made via a screen
Yet…. l have proved myself wrong completely
I do have a gullible soft hearted nature
Thus…. l am easily taken for a ride
So , l do question at times if ‘some’ of those connections are mutual
Or coming only just from one side
I hope these poets feel the connection as l do
And our cyber connection is honest and real
I would be sad to think otherwise
Disappointment and mistrust l would feel!
A cobbler may balance his trade, the mending of soles
With that of a mender of souls, exchanging roles
With a man of the cloth, making two Roman officials
Wroth, in the opening scene of Shakespeare's 'Julius Caesar'
Yet when barefoot you walk, on cobblestone streets
It's quite hard to focus on spiritual needs
So there is, indeed, a connection between a man of the cloth and a cobbler
Perhaps more than between an elected official and a squabbler
Dad's youngest brother
is younger
than my brother:
Dad being the eldest
in his family,
my brother being
the eldest in mine.
Mother's sister
wed Dad's cousin.
Their offspring and I
are double cousins.
I crossed county lines
to choose a mate
totally unrelated.
Dream on.
Somewhere back there,
the name Pratt dangles
from both family trees.
I saw a kindly friend in church today--
I say "a friend" because I know her well
Like all the rest, her name, address, the way
She smiles and says, "good morning," takes
Her seat four seats away from mine.
An hour later we chat pleasantly
Exchanging greetings, polite concerns, feeling
Nothing.
I stopped in town to see a relative
We get along, but don't see eye to eye--
A bit of cake, a cup of tea, a word
Or two.."how are the kids?" Answers we
Already know, and I go home.
"I see you're back. How soon till lunch?
Where is the paper? The TV guide? The puppy
Food? Did you forget? You seem upset."
No, I'm fine.
I shut them out, believing they don't really care
So long as clothes are clean and lunch is there
On time. I sign on to the Internet..
American On Line, and see a friend.
Your words on screen, your picture near at hand,
Your voice recalled like music in my mind....
You read a phrase or two and understand
And send your gentle words through fiberoptic
Lines to soothe an empty heart. Our fingers touch
The keys--in unison at times as thoughts
Identical connect our hearts.
I watch for you, and you for me
And breath a small contented sigh that you are here,
And that even distanced as we are
You know and care.
Some acquaintance calls---a mundane thing.
Our physical connection will be lost,
But your voice, your face, your imagined touch,
Your undemanding love, your words
Will give me strength for one more day--will tuck
themselves into the hollow spots--and shield
My heart from those so close they cannot see.
23 December 2010
The Connections
Where are the pharaohs, the pharisees, and the great philosophers
Of their times a holder of prominence, liberal interpreter and rational reasoning
For I am one who wishes to have a royal bloodline and wisdom
I am one innocent and a blind to the truth of the past
In every nook and cranny, there are begging, and the dying
Helpless, unable to crawl to a safe place to hide
Get entangled into the system and find hard to get out
I wish I am many to extend a helping hand to every poor soul
The sadness felt for many loss and failures in life
Happiness dwells for satisfaction and achievements received
Denials for wrongdoings and acceptance for great deeds
I am all in these faces captured in such circumstances
Where in this world of choices and chances
We hurdle to life’s barrier to get in the end line
Many have proved their guts brought them to glory
I am few who joined the race because I am a pacer
As I looked to the horizon
Emotion surged through me.
Connections from some distant past,
A calling from the sea.
Drawn to the rise and fall
Of this rolling entity,
As I watch the waves in motion,
I feel content and free.
Moonbeams danced across the sea
Glinting way afar,
I stood in perfect harmony,
Beneath a million stars.
To stand upon the shore at night
To feel the shifting sea,
I felt the power stir my soul,
We moved in symmetry.
Submersion Connections
The water heaved and sighed with the gathering force of self while
the tug positioned to push, pull, hold.
The mammoth engineering marvel,
rose like the Phoenix with the grace of Shamu,
antenna first
then bridge
finally the deck
The round port hole unwinds.
On the dock are,
two women and a man
The women she,
confuses, flusters and amazes the man,
In a glorious way!
Completing his being and upsetting his,
reality impressions.
The reality he always thought was true and only,
their emotional, physical, spiritual and,
historical selves are dynamic like the name of the ship USS Dynamic.
A composite of every:
• Girl
• Women
• Mother
• Lover
• Goddess
• Witch
• Vamp
• Teacher
• Whore
From brunette to blond.
From redhead to auburn.
From Cindy O to Patty S.
Christine C to Tanya R.
And back,
from forth
? Plump
? Skinny
The Anima essence reflections intoxicate him
But consistently calm
A feeling tone of
Peace resolved
With facets like diamonds
The mission is to,
reconnect!
Without a connect all,
Energy is gone
Relationships gone,
Fellowship gone,
The pain of hunger gone,
Anticipation of love gone,
The release of laughter gone,
Mortal reassurance of pain gone,
Knowledge of being gone.
The water is deep and dangerous,
just below,
our fears swim with our own self hatred.
But the wires are severed and that’s where they lie as,
deep in our subconscious,
a dangerous place for anyone to try.
You enter the vessel,
Cleansed and baptized from,
eons of anticipation and preparation and,
the sub supplies safety and comfort,
for the process of healing
Connections are made:
o Soldered
o Tested
o Insulated
The three souls are merged, mixed, consolidated and rectified,
beyond recognition and memory.
One Archetype where,
the power flows,
the meter spins where,
balanced achieved and,
calmness reigns,
once again.
At last!
"Connections Seen"
Tried to write a song on an invisible page…
But the words dropped off and fell off its stage…
Connections that only two can see…
Absorbed in waters floating free…
Feelings scribed like stars behind a cloud…
Anywhere and everywhere even felt in a crowd…
Writing in riddles that only two eyes could understand…
What were left on a plate are dreams from my hand…
Taste a few and memories will outline your lips…
That's the reality of two passing ships…
~MJF~
Visions of dreams from the past open the door to present reality. The universe accepts the prayers of all the faithful. In search of understanding, their cries for help are silenced. Patched disagreements are found in willingness to survive.
The quest for for creation is always accepted. Bearing new realities opens divisive change. Moments of survival seek acceptance... hopeful that winds of change allow their presence.
Love absorbs inflictions formed in ignorance. Criminal movement lives in negativity. Doers of change remain eternally open... sending out invitations at least expected times.
Unhappiness warrants growth, experience yields wisdom. Seek to find and find to keep connections hoped for.
Louis Drago
Chicken Fajita's
Delectable dish of spiciness wrapped in flour blanket.
Written By: Laura Urbaniak
November 5, 2015
2nd Place Winner
traditionalist
stoic
genius:
influence
status
myths:
rhythms
sensations
flashbacks:
legendary
unique
alive:
passionate
procreate
survive
The world,The homes,
The people and their emotions,
Initial contractions of real
expectations, for I have
telepathic connections
The world,The homes
The people, Hiding emotions
of true nature, avoiding the light
of wisdom and interactions,
Its ok for they too have
telepathic connections.
The world,The homes
Hiding people and emotions
Curtains the truth of human
nature. Hidden in homes is their
Telepathic connections.
The world, Hiding homes
people and their emotions,
Affected not by material loss,
Or self infliction of its people.
It is the mother, Thus
Its in fact that telepathic connection.
Udit---
Connections
To the water’s edge for solitude
Life rippling near river’s bed
Prayers lifted now in gratitude
As burdens heavy cloak is shed
See my brothers
See my sisters
Drifting now in foreign lands
See the members
Of my family
In each and every clan
At the water’s edge in solitude
Tears mingling with life’s stream
Visions of connections interlace
As realities overlap the dreams
All Rights Reserved by Debra Squyres 3/12/13
Confront,clash,collide
COMBAT !
Cold shoulder,chill,cool
CUT-OFF !
Cry,crave,collect
CALL-ON !
Constant,compassion,consider
CHARITY !
Confer,commune,converse
COMMUNICATE !
Convene,concert,consensus
CONCORD !
COVENANT ! CHRIST ! CHURCH !
I found a fleeting feeling of joy
In certain material things,
But when i found myself alone-
One day- I felt the nothingness
They bring...
My life's a search for connections
To make with the planet
And all of it's living beings.
There is, you know,
A constant flow
Of energies- into and out of
My soul.
I walk alone, these days-
A smile upon my face-
Always aware that Mother Earth is fair,
As long as we respect her grace.
My mortal form was not yet born,
In the times before,
Humanity tore her to shreds.
Though i was not here in person,
I remember the evil, our path to destruction...
It still gives me chills- the memory of
The notion-
That we can destroy, and harm
To the point,
That we really believe our home is
Without emotion...
Or Earth is our mother, that loves like no other.
We must treat her like something,
So worthy of loving,
Worthy of becoming,
Once again the Eden
Hidden beneath layers of trash and clutter.
We feed much life into our maker,
As to us she does passionately cater;
A beautiful exchange of the waves
From our brains,
That keep us as One with nature.
Continue as One, with all life under the sun,
So you can see how our energies intertwine,
And learn in time that all life is devine.