Best Constricted Poems
Enroling you a worm (cumbersome and)
hairy, you- scimitar of leaves
Knows the pain ,writhing pupae
Abandoned and convicted
Constricted hanging straightjacket
Squirming like a jackrabbit
Gagged nocturnally - blindfold humility
Rejected by those mocking moths
and jealously believing left the key
Both found our grace on bended knees
..left there dangling from a tree..
Unhinge now those spinakers of glory
Pretty - flaky- flinder
Streaked in splatters paint
Dust of the fairies
Gaze at me with criss-cross eyes
Innocent beauty oh ye butterfly
Spiny antennae, stretching out transmitters
Taking flight so easily
Flitting off with no goodbyes
To a newer afternoon over there
Dashing in the sun
Kneeding and gouging all those zinnias
Joy! Slurping up the nectar
Whisky! Tequila! Brandy and Champagne!
Swops them for a chorus of pansies
Dancing blooming flowers
Crazy blessed colours
Bouncing delight.- erratic in flight
Dodging in between the bees
O enchanted mystic butterfly
Only pausing for a while
Hold me in your spell
For you walked that crooked mile
Linger in this dream
So seldom comes to see
Just as you, my timepiece too
Is coiled in spring
A dustpuff within the wind
Specked all over pollen confetti
Envied now by every moth
Suicidal circle - one kamikaze candle
Seared and singed and slowly fried
Getting what theyre vetted for
But the sun his laughing in his sky
Beseeching all the yet to open flowers
Awake !Awake!
An angel is coming by
As words escaped constricted passage
of time from eons of layered myths,
legends of demi-gods thus linked,
in glowing rendition, with whisk on hand
the Orator with staff, sang the Eel to slumber.
As words from parched lips of orchids, flowed
dispersing sweet juices germinating dense spheres
of time in which history was packed in roots,
armed with psalms in measured cadences,
the Orator soothed kings and chiefs.
As words of our ancestors oiled and pampered
by prophesies of aging oracles, songs of lovers
and monotonous chants of old men...slithered
into hiding while physical wars waged, succinctly
the Orator proclaimed the heroic pursuits of warriors.
As words, precision in recitation of kinship ties
craftily sewn by political machinations of unions
vital for survival of race waltzing in purity of blue
when blood flowed thru veins of aging rocks as
the Orator cemented pacts chanting tribal honorifics.
As words, imageries of sky bursting, moon phasing sunsets pertaining to legends of my village heroes,
sweet nectars that put rhythm in his art of tongues
inspired by fruits from my garden, mine own words
the Orator in action, was he infringing my copyright?
As words, our heritage orally passed down in poetry,
set imageries prohibiting meddling with sources,
set quotations where time absolved breaches of patent,
plagiarism, for traditions dictated that the word be
secured in a cocoon of oratory ferried down the ages
by the dynamics of cultural rites and rituals.
the Orator, blessed not only as the spiritual Vessel
...but now deemed as the Spoken Word incarnate.
Myself, Armed Only With A Dying Flame
Dark travels in such a long life
early days of hungering strife
A child born to fight for it
tasting ton of salt in every spit
Lost on pathways that breathe my aches
Prod me restless as I sever the chase
Between day and night and promises I made
To myself, armed only with a dying flame
Days sinking past like a slow tide
no softness, that one could abide
As years sent life into a dark spin
easy came toughness, pain and sin
I have seen more than I ever could
Branches of bitterness carved deeply in wood
Wandering eyes dismissed them as facades of a man
Who fell victim to the ride as the years fell down
Is there saving grace if I stop at none
I may have foreseen it all but I doubted I’d come
To terms with myself and make me turn around
From the edge of this cliff and fade away void of sound
Then came love trying its very best
softness, weakness in every test
Blade drawn to parry each thrust
to live on never daring to trust
Swiftly gone like a bygone air
I may be nothing more than despair’s heir
Constricted by premises that haunt every corner
Shutting my eyes will mean absolute surrender
A weak moment, hell bore on down
life melted, each day a new frown
Love had been accepted with grace
she left without a path to trace
Sad night , the fight no great cause
clocks stopped, universe hit pause
Time yielded no forgiving reprieve
love lost, nothing , nothing to retrieve
I was again left to remain
I have but myself to blame
When the rain comes to ease the pain
I know I’ll be whispering your name
12-3-2014
Collaboration write, Robert Lindley and my very talented friend, Jake Ponce.
Here is hoping that you may enjoy this humble team effort .
Has been my great honor to write with my friend Jake!
I will never quite grasp the depth of your love and care,
For those around you, and for the world and its constant suffering
You understand more than you express,
You express more than I can understand…
Your sweet and playful spirit leaves an impact on my life and heart,
Uplifting me when I need it most…how can I thank you?
And your meaningful, romantic side,
Your poetry is priceless!
You care about the deep, sad and unusual,
Admiring the sentiments of darkness and light alike,
Inspired by the world around you, your canvas is infinitely painted in detail
Revealing colors that bring relief to the eyes
Despite the unimaginable hardships you have faced,
And of the trials and tests of the present and unknown future,
You remain resilient, good-natured and strong,
Never letting anything break you,
No matter how many demons swarm your beautiful garden of words,
No matter the careless and unkind words from the ignorant and afflicted,
The conflicted and the constricted…
You are aware of the sensitivity of each opposition,
Easily seeing past the nailing and jabs aiming for your mind and heart,
And you humble me with your meek approach of poetry
You must write when inspiration touches truth
Not to mention, when sick abuse yearns for justice,
You grab the evil source by the throat and shame him!
Even when wounded, when the voice can no longer speak,
When the tongue is bit for the better of all,
When emotions plea for more consistency,
You speak the loudest to me
You are The Silent One
And you mean ever so much to me!
My Tribute to the gifted and resilient Silent One
Dark skies fill eyes of despair,
Full of hurt and anger that grows so strong;
A pain-filled child ready to rip out her hair,
All her life never feeling like she belongs.
Dark-bright eyes, rimmed in smeared mayballine,
With moon-colored skin they look haunted.
A tortured wild-girl ready to scream,
Knowing deep inside that she isn't wanted.
Looking out through blood red strands,
At what could be her kill or prey;
Yellow-green cat eyes scan the land,
Ready to take out an enemy and leave it to decay.
So lost inside with not a light;
Showing anger instead of her pain.
Taking out her injuries on the world in spite;
The emotions inside so hard to contain.
One little slice turns to ten,
Before she knows it shes addicted.
She jots down her words in black liquid pen,
Her heart so jumbled, feels constricted.
No one knows the secrets she hides;
She doesn't think anyone would care
She's tossed under the rip-tides,
trapped unable to breath with the tricking suns glare.
On the prey she paces like a cat;
A black panther so smooth, with a wicked saunter.
At any moment ready to strike and go into full combat,
Ready to win front and center.
If you look into her sinful eyes,
Would you see all her lies and truths;
Or get trapped in her promiscuous disguise.
Deep inside shes a sleuth,
Watching how everyone else in the world acts;
Wondering if she can too act like that.
When someone finds out why she' like this, it stops her in her tracks;
She attacks, then hides in the dark like a bat.
She's the Dark Poet; the Little Lost one.
There is no hope for her;
She knows all hope has been lost, the threads come undone;
She's trapped in her own world, with a panthers black purr.
Given up all effort to try and make it better then it is;
She doesn't see the point in trying anymore.
Even her heart screams out "you will never be his",
Left to lay her beautiful corps on the floor.
She's haunted, twisted, evil little one, she's so dark inside,
Finally she'll let it all out, she'll let people see,
There is nothing left to hide,
I promise I've never killed anyone,
But me...
The rivers rise, released, unrestrained
Reborn of unrepentant rain
Recalling remnants of rimrock gained
Wrecked residences, drifting rafts, remain
Though dawn's rays reveal ruin and regret
Resolve ran through the returning vets
Of robust wars, whose rigors met
The rate the sliding roadblocks set
The ramparts raised, unrestricted
Remorse, redirected and evicted
Replacing rusty banks, constricted
Rebuilt runs regulated, predicted
They'll ride the restored, irrigated plains
Until the red ridges reclaim the range.
3/26/18
A little light could persuade the darkness
to loosen its grip upon the weary soul,
so long kept in their coffin of dread
of trauma and shame--
constricted in the noise of fears
screaming mutely for relief.
And they do withstand,
grasping the quivering hand to hand--
cold and warmth balancing.
They are lights--simple, true--
brave and mighty,
and best-- kind...gentle...selfless
for moments mattered..
They guess pains before spoken,
the beauty of tireless reconciliation.
The heart needn't struggle to free itself
in their accepting embraces.
Torches Lifted High...
These lights do not rise in our lives for nothing.
Though scarce, they steady our purpose,
and lock strongly into our essence.
They speak truths with grace,
laced with steadfast love.
They fight against the hurt that dares to ensnare you.
They never let you down into the earth
without their light
without a fight.
Dec 28 2019
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Either from constricted throat or hesitated poise,
I find that creepy silence a deafening noise!
Like bees it buzzes in the core of my frazzled mind
Speak up, my dear, if you can be so kind!
See, like a red red rose withering to gray,
I find myself fading day after day
Left out to wonder what your mind may do,
I blush like a virgin nun, but tingle blue
If eyes only had a big, fat mouth
We’d be married with children and a fine, nice house
But love, eyes can only do so much!
If I feel mine water, I will hide it with a punch!
For cat’s sake—snap out of this frustrating state!
Look alive, help us both feel great!
I promise if I wither like that tearful rose
I will spray you with my not-so-silent hose!
Walt Willis had a pain in the crotch.
He vowed to stop drinking so much scotch.
But that wasn't to blame
the cause was clearly plain.
His gut needed a belt with a new notch.
Where the wild waves crashed
I saw you, standing upright
Blond long manes, proud lion
Arms stretched and face lit
by sun
I stopped, couldn't breathe
Constricted, no voice, no sound
Mesmerized, absorbing your
strange beauty, unworldly
attraction
You turned with eyes closed
Wind lifting that silky shirt
You ran and jumped and
I caught you and whirled you
around
What did I do to have you
In my life, where did you
come from, incoherent thinking
while I kiss you, won't let go
Not ever
***
Meme by Mel
Poem by Darren White
January 25, 2017
.
motes
sunbeams
spectral view
exhalation
could blow you away
I choose to breathe you in
travel via my airways
you become intoxicating
I know that you take my breath away
a constricted throat opens my mind
lay dying in imagined arms
astral asphyxiation
paved road to redemption
flickers in and out
radiant light
bathed in silk
imbibed
end
.
Painted in twilight grey, the stars dangle low
over a far vallev where willows bend
in a lone shade, creating lines
of a face disappearing from hazy dew.
Upon stars, a wish holds this sigh
with yearning that you'll be here
to raise my eyes sunny as springtime
through your warmest afterglow...
Now I yearn for those days shimmering,
when fervor's reach
was our ripple of love ...and
how the waves would tremble
while I held the arms that waxed the night.
You never said your heart grew frail
as we ruffled through leaves of byways
mimicking voices on the radio
till lonely tunes stab me...
How I longingly reach out for you.
I relaxed on the couch to feel at ease,
the psychiatrist sat across from me.
This wasn’t any normal physician-
He was my subconscious personified.
A flow of panic surged through my body-
Beads of sweat slowly trailed down my face-
My heart began beating erratically-
My eyes darted in search of an exit-
There wasn’t an exit available!
The sense of fear was running down my spine,
I’m trapped within the walls of my own mind
taunted by the horrors that lie within.
The psychiatrist peered through my file
his eyes scrutinized every incident.
I coughed to break the silence in the room,
but it still constricted the atmosphere.
He initiated conversation:
a trivial attempt to gain rapport.
We discussed my past and current events.
Each story was surgically dissected;
it was torture being under the knife.
I was wide awake through the incisions;
helpless against the tools of a madman.
I grimaced through the pain of memories-
I opened old wounds then they were sown shut-
I’m plagued by a beast that lingers inside-
I need to run before I’m devoured!
My inner turmoil came to a close;
he arrived at a clear diagnosis.
He noted the cycling mood changes:
a constant battle between highs and lows.
The faulty sense of attachment issues
bred in from a childhood beginning.
Sporadic moments of self-destruction;
accompanied by parties and drinking.
The guilt from burning bridges to loved ones
constructed my imposed wall to the world.
He told me he understands my poems
and the theme behind each one I wrote.
From the introspection, private musings
love, temptations and whimsical humor;
it’s a way to channel my redemption
to add a purpose to this unhinged life.
The meeting was officially over.
I unraveled a new revelation:
I’m a continual work in progress
finding my road to a recovery.
I walk amongst them but nobody sees
I blend unnoticed
As I inhale my disease
The air is constricted causing me to fall
All the things which once mattered
Now seem not to matter at all
Going nowhere just standing still
Trapped inside of loneliness
Since the day I grew ill
Clocks keep spinning around me so fast
I grow dizzy
As I look back onto my past
I see faint memories of who I used to be
I see myself before I was infected
And remembered what it felt like to be me
I breath in the disease and then hold in my breath
Again & again
Causing me to walk one step closer to death
Given a battle to fight without a chance
I stood there with no weapon
like a dancer without music to dance
The disease has stolen my dreams
I walk beside you unnoticed
unraveling at the seams
After inhaling my disease I’m trapped in one spot
I vanish into a cloud of empty time
Whether I want to or not
I hold out my hands but no one is there for me
I walk beside you
Why can’t u see?
I call your name but am not heard
I try to scream
But I’m unable to utter a word
My body is tired and my mind is awake
I am numb
I can’t feel yet I continue to ache
Shadows surround me without any signs of light
I walk amongst u
Simply pretending to be alright
The disease has planted its roots deep inside
The day I had been infected
Was the day that I died
I walk beside you smiling as if nothing is wrong
Pretending to be like you
Although I haven’t been for so long
Blending into the crowd until I fade
Vanishing into a realm of sorrow
Inside the lonely life I made
Knowing soon I will meet my end and have to say goodbye
I no longer am afraid
And I no longer cry
The disease made me numb and is all that I feel
I stopped crying
My hopes and dreams no longer have appeal
I take a deep breath but still gasp for air
The disease surrounds me
I can’t find an escape but no longer care
Infected with an illness which has become my only friend
Will anyone remember me
Will anyone be there in the end?
I close my eyes yet no longer dream
The world around me vanishes
Nobody hears me frantically scream
A male frog was playing near the swamp, being watched by a hungry chameleon. The frog sensed someone is watching him, but cannot clearly see where what he senses stands.
From the bent bark of a tree near the swamp, the chameleon with constricted eyes slowly moves close to the frog.
The frog saw the chameleon and said, "Why are you watching me?"
The chameleon said, "I am fascinated by your glossy green skin."
"Thank you," said the frog, "but you are more fascinating because you can change colors -- camouflaging anywhere without being noticed!"
"I may be, but I look ugly and nasty to everyone." replied the chameleon.
The frog said, "Everything on earth is fascinating and everybody is beautiful."
"What made you say that?" asked the chameleon.
"When I was born, I was ugly too. While growing up, many of my kind didn't play with me because of my appearance."
"Can we be friends?" the chameleon asked.
"Right now, we already are. Just think beautiful about yourself and forever to everybody you will always be!"