Best Delving Poems
A serpent lies writhing on our divan,
we see now how denial might begin.
Hissing at all who would foil his vile plan,
our fatal flaw is not delving right in.
Climate Change is much more a twisty tact:
coiled thoughts like stone turrets in ivy.
If nations can't accept a real fact -
it's hard to turn this round, from what I see.
Setting science so very far aside,
deft doubters like letting sleeping snakes lie.
Skeptics scurry for a safe space to hide,
afraid to give the truth one honest try.
This then, becomes a crippling contrivance:
ever still stronger, steadfast defiance.
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When golden starlight abandons darkened skies
and halcyon silence greets the paling of dawn...
that's when I am able to solemnly contemplate
my awakened sentiments in tranquil solitude.
Before the world awakens as if in a rendezvous,
I linger amidst an interlude, a quiescent tryst.
When darkness fades to aurorean glints,
I witness the painting of a nuanced murk.
There, upon the birth of the sun's horizon
is brushed a blended mural in pastel tints
slowly rising from the gently rippled sea.
On a raft of serenity, I find myself afloat,
eyelids closed but able to see more clearly
than when they unfold to bustling scenes.
I am serene in the placid hush of daybreak,
listening to the truth of life's one true purpose.
Too often we scurry as ants in hurried moments.
In blurred visions my eyes behold the world's
noises pelting my ears like tympany drums
obscuring significant thoughts from my mind
until I could make no pertinent sense of it.
But silence explains everything in vivid detail.
It enlightens me, leading me into a quiet realm
where I am in harmony with peaceful silence
and filled with an overwhelming sense of stillness
that delves deeper than any sound could proffer.
Delving into insanity,
The art of delusion.
It roots back to our deepest desire for validation.
Or maybe I’m looking into it too much,
But it seems the people like you and I, the ones most tormented.
Are the ones who think the most.
Some see it as sin,
And some see it as sensible.
But the true answer; insanity.
Insanity is what creates the most beautiful things.
But at what cost?
Those who we now admire; Van Gogh, Leonardo, Shakespeare…
Were painted as delusional in their lives.
Art, poetry, music, and love is what we most desire,
But most delve into insanity trying to get it.
Our truest desire as living creatures are validation and verification.
The most addictive form being in love.
Burning to cooling,
Painful to soothing,
Unforgivable to sympathetic,
Love.
Love in its most horrific form.
You see,
That’s the terror of love; it makes one know,
If they could go back knowing what they know now; they’d do it the same.
Love is an addiction, an addiction we adore.
But when one’s desire for the drug grows too much,
They’re seen as insane, tormented, and delusional.
Most deserve these titles,
There is a firm line between obsession and love.
But when done right, when respected and nurtured, love can heal.
But love, addictive and living to die; is what we go mad for.
But does that not make the risk far more beautiful?
Who knows, maybe so or maybe not.
Who am I to say?
But I know; the most horrific pain, would be worth the risk.
The comment hurt and I withdrew
My response was brief as I promptly ended our conversation
Thoughts flooded through my mind
"He doesn't need me" "He has her now"
A truth that I sometimes still find difficult to accept
We shared a special, one-of-a-kind connection
A mutual, multi-level intimacy that we both cherished and carefully tended
A bond that neither of us had ever had with anyone else...
Everyday, I am reminded of what I need to do to avoid getting hurt
Honour the boundaries I've put in place
Establish and reestablish those lines
Yes, I have made progress...
And yet, here I am
Dodging strikes and curveballs that life loves to throw
Feeling side-swiped and unsettled by another round of letting go
Knowing that engaging only makes me want to delve in deeper
The way I'm used to
The way WE used to
And that's where my big heart gets me into big trouble
You'd think I would know by now
Because it lures and leads me to the place I've worked so hard to stay away from
The place that always ends up leading me...here
I am thousands of feet below your surface,
you're deep.
Your inner worlds are legendary
lovely to explore with a farseeing mind
but I'm going deeper
the landscape is changing,
hell holes spew a residual purulence
like long popped pimples
now they have become
rugged antediluvian volcanos.
The badlands slowly give way,
I enter alien territory
a spherical spacecraft is sighted,
no i'm mistaken
its a crusty old golf ball
you once hooked into the rough
in a former existence.
Sweet grassland now
but it's not of your earth or mine.
Perhaps it is a mind within a mind
it pulsates.
I am beginning to realize
that the only way out of here
is to be one of your dream lovers
we can share memories
of being worlds within worlds
two inner space beings
and deep
so very deep.
Lost and so entranced.
Can't help but delve into stars.
Deeply enveloped.
She's fallen into her mind.
Lovestruck with all she finds.