Best Continuous Poems
One day we carved into some tree
the initials of our names
and let it bloom like our love
which gradually withered away.
And the tree with that carved letters
fell down for the needs of others
and it was cut to decks.
And they were made into a chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf.
And even if it’s just a memory now
there’s still something inside us
that starts to flicker from time to time.
And we probably have the same chest
or a chair
or a bed
or a shelf
at our homes somewhere.
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Inspired by wonderful writings of Richard Brautigan; may he rest in peace.
Isolation fills you with guilt
Continuing to use the walls that you built
Hiding from reality
You keep running, continuing to flee
Everything you’ve done fills up inside
Till you feel like you have no other choice but to hide
Doing whatever you can to avoid physical consequence
All while your inner struggles are building up a fence
The separation between you and the people you’re closest to
keeps getting bigger, you’re too confined, you have no clue
You keep searching for temporary satisfaction
It’s not working, continuing to feel the traction
It’s like you're stuck in a continuous loop
You can’t stop hiding, it’s like an ongoing hula-hoop
You have the idea that you don’t need to tell anyone
Because you’re not going to do it anymore you’re sure you’re done
But your flesh is too strong, you do it again
You pray to God and finish with an honest amen
Hoping God will help your hidden heart
You’re too stubborn, everything’s once again falling apart
Red lights in the western window
Five hundred feet and counting
The continuous pour
Of 1975 or was it 76
Appearing over the hill top
Like Kilroy
Only still here
The pipes bringith
The pipes taketh away
Gas in exchange for steam
Steam in exchange for power
Power in exchange
For someone else's money
While the left over smoke
In exchange for clean air
Blows up the chimney
Workers voices
Like Bill Baker
(He was our neighbour
In seventy one until he
smoked his last)
Echoed through the pipework
Put together then
Now slowly taken apart
The only noise left
A low hum
Generated
In some other place
I’m asleep, therefore nothing exists.
Just my mind and a hangover from last night being pissed
Existence is only evident from the point I open my eyes
And the pain I feel from the knife in the back and the remembrance of my lies.
Nevertheless, from the point I am aware on my surroundings
Time starts and existence is hand in hand and evident from my wife’s snore soundings
The room is hear from what my mind allows me to apprehend
But existence so far is limited to the room and does not transcend
I walk to the door and pause for a while
A thought crosses my mind and makes me smile
May be existence is what I want it to be
So I thought of a mansion full of beautiful women this is what I wanted to see
Open the bedroom door and, DAM! same old house and what is more
I can still hear the old bag snoring behind the door
Uh! My mind is familiar with this picture and I cannot change
Or it would cause a rift in the time continuum so existence we cannot rearrange
I get ready for work and off I drive
After a stiff coffee I feel alive
Yes! Yes! Now non existence comes in to play
House and the wife don’t exist but a familiar travel path to work in a new day.
So I get to work and everything I left behind does not exist
But something makes me clench my fist
The nonexistent wife is calling me on the phone
This is the rift in time reminding me that there is a wife and a home
Diffident,tentative unsure
As nothing stays the same;
Restless,flowing with the tide,
As nothing stays the same;
Evolving and revolving
As nothing stays the same;
Endless,everlasting age
Does nothing stay the same?
Metanoia says th sage
LIFE GOES ON
IF NOT WRONG
Your emotionless face makes me sick, all these grudges you hold of stories untold.
Your horrible voice and terrible choices torture me to to my innermost core, it is unbearable to endure.
Sometimes you fake a smile, only even for a while. Your heartless demeanor could not be any meaner.
Your lies are no suprize as you compromise for a new devise.
You make me want to scream, even in my dreams. I wish you could take a great tumble, so i can take a big shovle...!
You make me go insane, with all this pain. i can hardly breathe when you think you can succeed!
For the past, the future was never apparent
its dormant projection lay in unformed
no thought ever counted it of concern
Time tripped and dawdled, discovering playful as children do
a continuous today absent of tomorrow
the truancy of sleep the night merely borrowed
Only questions to remember
more important than the befuddled them to answer
a nursery-rhyme of colour designed to wonder
Why,why, why didn’t care to reason
but considered the importance of knowing nothing
and still, and still be in covenant with everything
There was no path to tread, no spirit to seek
no doorway held fast by rusted hinge
no separation between exploring mind
All was held in a delicate of light
those angel hands of every child
so unembellished in their witness never defined
So it is as in the continuous today
until the futures chain to changeable edge
rattles the bars and locks us all away
Such a scarecrow death insinuates
and by contemptible depiction reiterates
damnations end of miracles
The Continuous Ultimate Vacation 4 Me
is The Grand Canyon. Always Was, Always Will Be.
"A breathtaking sight," you've heard that expression before.
By definition, The Grand Canyon is a breathtaking sight for sure.
You never forget your first time with anything
and much like the day when one gives up being a virgin
my first sight of the Grand Canyon was most awe inspiring.
I got exhausted trying to take the entire canyon all in,
so I parked my sorry butt down on a comfortable rock,
it was the best seat in the house, this my most comfortable spot.
I took in the whole landscape that I could possibly see
and with a blink of my eyes, things changed right before my eyes ever so wondrously.
As the sun moved up in the sky, so too did The Grand Canyon come alive,
This immense, super massive, natural, most beautiful world wonder
right before my eyes would appear and reappear in the most miraculous of colors.
I felt my heart pounding. I was hyperventilating.
I was truly experiencing a "breathtaking sight".
as I sat on that rock trying to catch my breath
until the sun turned The Grand Canyon to night.
I've ventured deep into the canyon too and let me tell you
you've never experienced such serene tranquility.
Deep in the canyon in the darkest of night the landscape you can not see.
but all of the stars up in the sky all seem to all move before your eyes
as you star gaze hypnotically
and then the moving stars disappear into the canyons dark walls ever so endlessly.
Whenever I visit the Grand Canyon it's as if I've fed my soul food.
The Continuous Ultimate Vacation 4 Me most definitely
is The Grand Canyon. The Ultimate Vacation Of True Solitude.
I can say that I listen.
I really listen
and I do it in a beautiful simple way...
and always, always know
just what to say,
but for some reason
I don't.
I'm enduring the longest winter's nightfall
that sends shivers to these chilling bones,
I sleep very soundly wandering in the remotest places
of childhood in which I left many traces;
I'm living in the past responding to the call,
stupefied by landscapes beneath a dashing waterfall!
Waking up before sunrise, I stumble upon
the unbright gleams of exuding stars, I inhale the deepest breath,
believing that a radiant light always brings on
an awareness of continuous life often ending in unexpected death!
Night owls' barred sounds still resonate to impose their power
continuing to dominate a constant atmosphere of endless fear,
but crows persist and defy them: they are vicious adversaries;
it's not only humans who fight for the supremacy of the skies!
How hilarious and ironic is the assumption of wild creatures and Man!
They deny the Maker of bodies and souls, the Creator of every universe
yet to be discovered by powerful nations competing in a mad rat race;
yes, we have built great civilizations, but not fully developed our brain.
our life vest expired
yet, young and hopefuls declare
wisdom eternal
Continous rhyming
Misplaced the pennies I saved up to buy me a dream.
Lost all the marbles I tried to keep inside of me,
But nothing tastes like home
And nothing outside can beat my dome.
People in corners tell secrets you don’t want to hear.
Liars and truth sayer's speak words like they are diarrhoea.
Love’s Angels sing at night and I want to smash them with all my might.
Kill all the goodness and split open all of the sores.
Wounds never heal when you are fighting for the wrong cause.
Rivers always flow; the wind it always blows,
But lonely as I am, I’ll never admit to defeat
And happy as I am, you’ll never see me in the street.
A ghost man with no name,
I have no interest in fame.
Just give me the money to buy myself out of this job.
Just send me the freedom I need to write the stories that I want.
The things we dream in dreams,
Are never quite what they seem.
Met me a reader who has never written a thing.
Wannabee singer; I wrote lyrics, but I could not sing.
Losers lose their mojo; don’t ask me where it goes.
Princes in palaces; I want everyone to go!
Princes and paupers are all the same when the end comes.
Death is the eternal entity and the end of all fun.
Everyone wants to live a life without the struggle and doubt,
But life is a razor and we stand on the edge waiting to be taken out.
Love is memory I hope to God I never feel again.
Continuous rhyming…same ol’ same…
(C)2019 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Rain repeates,
turning grasses further:-,
through seasons.
A Continuous Smile
like Summer's rain
gain
pastures are green
grin
in the face so sublime
time
like beautiful silver and golden ring
smile bring
now and then comes is this feeling
smile willing
like a baby smiling to enjoy
its toy
continuously
and
joyously
this is such a lovely grace
a smile
that makes a king to remain in place ;
throne
a smile to own.
Drencho POET Loads.