Best Control Poems
I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined...
rows of poplar pillars prop
rendezvous canopies beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon
yellow eyes; daffodils watching
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze—
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray
with a stranger I stroll my arranged betrothed
height of his black top hat challenges trees
much like Corinthian columns
guards of an aisle I must walk —dear God! must walk
trepidation trips down my bridal spinal column
tiger eyes; lilies watching wish they were me
dare they dream they could uproot their roots like me
wish they could wedding waltz like I must —like I must
but their envy-leaves remain embrace-less
—I secretly envy lilies’ arms empty of yet unmet love
daffodils; empty-headed —laugh
they try to read my mind to fill their own
what do I care of their curdled thoughts lemon tart
and orange lilies’ with their brocade brimstone
what do I fear of fire-breathers burn of words
undergrowth feels the square heels of my lace-up boots
post impression grows more expressive than first—
beware French tongues of sundew and burdock burr
marriage-carriage rolls in ruts to Versailles
where my coerced corset of hooks and ties lie
rhythm of a winding road dies in minuet strangle-hold
The Devil insists
The Fall is Drafted
Suffering is Scripted—
as Seed
I declare the Seed a Fraud
yet still, I plant it deep
The Garden splits its Jaw
and swallows Autumn whole
The Flowers, Lord, are Feral
They bloom without my Grief
they bloom despite my Watching
Teeth in the soil—they mock
Beauty grinds its Machinery
without Permission
And I, a Cog unconsulted,
must grind in Silence
"The Sky Cracked Open"
One day
the Sky cracked open
the yolk of life
shined through
Splinters shifted
blooded angel quills
flew amongst the
black spots in the iris
20/20 vision
wild joy ensued
imbued clearly
rapturous ambiguity
Don’t look back
this read
coded in the
chivalric Quixote
ridden on a donkey's back
it’s all fried
Prophetic
suspended
in control
of nothing
ah dreams
soft pillows
lots lost
pillars of salt
stasis
genesis
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
"Low Five" Splinter / Sneaker Pimps
https://youtu.be/2IevyK68dgQ
"For still the vision
awaits its appointed time;
it hastens to the end -
it will not lie.
If it seems slow,
wait for it;
it will surely come;
it will not delay."
***
“It's not that you should never
love something so much
that it can control you.
It's that you need to love
something that much
so you can never
be controlled.
It's not a weakness.
It's your best strength.”
***
Control
***
Freedom
LYRICS/ "Low Five" Splinter, Sneaker Pimps
https://genius.com/Sneaker-pimps-low-five-lyrics
1. Prophetic Dreams / You Tube (at Christmas, Home Alone....again, rolls eyes)
2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Don_Quixote
3. Control. Freedom.
enter piano...
These altered states and egos
Potential less than zero
Found God in San Diego
Nothing comes to mind...
I always feel hungry
yet dare not complain
it may set a precedent,
believing I am the fodder
the factory keeps feeding on my
infinite illusions.
The Radio talkback show tells us,
“No one wants insecurity anymore.”
Yet the conglomerates give no guarantee
no “Job for life”
Only a life! For a job.
Perhaps security is with the power
of the poppy or cocoa leaf?
So far, I’ve been lucky
I’ve found my comfort zone
this side of life.
So! Do not weep for me
for I breathe the fragrance of innocence,
my mind remains only
a fragment of intellect,
my musing will never make poem of the day
when my world one of such simplicity.
Yet I see mankind bemused,
multitudes from all walks of life
programmed as corn in the meadow
swaying to a acrimonious breeze,
before being judged within a
clockwork frame, with hearts
that beat in caustic chests.
Frail bodies embraced with wretched minds
tolerance etched upon stark faces,
their promised land dangled upon
the filament of dreams,
while calculated scenarios
bombard their unswerving ambience.
© Harry J Horsman 2020
Oh beautiful birth control, how wonderful you play,
You bring so much joy to my life.
You’re like my religion, I can embrace everyone,
Especially my neighbour’s blonde wife.
Every morning after, I fall, fall from grace off my bed,
Fall right onto my knees and pray.
I pray to you, my birth control friend,
No kids spawned from me, not from this castaway.
Oh my beautiful birth control, I love you so much,
I love how you conquer from her trench.
Now, I need to prepare for tonight’s sexy battle,
I need to clean, and remake, my nightly workbench.
Tonight, we saw the split second
the rush before dying, the twist of good metal
the swerve of the drunkard in a flash of white light
We braced only precious things, my 3 year old daughter
and our own frail adrenaline bodies held tight
Tonight, this man chose
to pour his soul out with liquor to the brim
I'll never know if pain or laughter forced his hand
I'll never know if he saw my daughter crying
with eyes of fear unknown by the young
Tonight, I held back the winds
the rage through my blood, the taste of vengeance
The twisted car was given a name by it's maker
We, by our parents - my daughter, by us.
Tonight, we still breathe, and, thanks to self-control,
so does he.
Flowers bloom ~ with love around
Lead me where you go
In your eyes I see our future
True love speaks in tender tones
From passions ~ dreams and hopes
Gentle starlight twinkles on every step we take
May the warm rays of the sun always fall on our path
I give you my love for forevermore
Listen ~ my heart beats a little faster
07.01.2016
A-L Andresen :)
Nothing frustrates an internet troll more,
than to not get acknowledged, to be ignored.
I'm not really a poet
I've never claimed to be
The only reason I'm even here
Is because I can't my watch tv
My wife hid the remote control
About a year or so ago
So I'm just here killing time
Til I can watch my favorite show
I've been told many things
About something they call "the flow"
I don't even know what that is
Unless i'm typing too slow
Then they say watch "the meter"
Well, I don't even own a car
So if it something to do with parking
I think that's kinda bizzare
They talk about "a syllable count"
But I guess nobody knows
That I can only count to twenty
If I use all my fingers and toes
One more thing they say a lot
Is something about "a rhyme"
Kinda like them bedtime stories
That mama read all the time
I just wanted to tell you this
In case, you didn't know it
I just want my remote control
Cause I'm really not a poet
When you make your wife into a baby machine
You can’t complain there’s not enough food to eat
I mean, what were you thinking with ten kids to feed?
Food would fall from the sky? Rain eggs, bread, or meat?
You had to have known, say by three kids or four,
That you would eventually need MORE food than before
Don’t act like you’re stupid, it’s plain to see
That what you really wanted, was a sex machine
Damn the consequences, the babies that came
Who cares if they starve? Certainly you’re not to blame
10/17/11 - posted 4/4/12
Susan Burch
Fickle Art and control Freaky
Don't play well together
Tolerance was not accepted
'Cause he wore pink shoes
Cross the street each day at the same intersection
Fickle Art and control freaky but the road was not
And never could be big enough for these to share
Time square and Big Ben don't speak the same lingo
Don't hold the same values to be sacred
Dust will blow and dust will go
Huff and puff, back to the dust
Medical examiner: What stopped his heart?
Lack of tidal volume, puffed too long
Collapsed a lung...Fire up the crematory
Is it dusty in here?
***Artist note: Ever get tired of the windbags can't let you live your life and them theirs? I sure do.
we are all just channels
in the grand screen of things
Digital identification
We are puppets of their creation
Such is the twilight zone
Everyone on their phone
Becoming the slaves of each nation.
This poem written by a historic
Thankful to God to have lived
In another generation.
‘Long Live Rock‘n’Roll.’
© Harry J Horsman 2022
Breathe - - you say
craving to capture the air inside my being- to the point of no return
(holding me hostage) to my needs, this ache inside
stimulating the senses, crumbling all of my defenses
Stay - - you say
as breathing becomes rapid, as the yearning within, begins to burn
- does this signify it is the right moment,
(to give in to you) to my desires?
If so,
then take my breath away,
breathe me in,
deeply and more
Before I am completely breathless
I softly say - -
You are in Control
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~ Just a little Scribble ~