Best Detaches Poems
Look past
the faded little girl braids and bows
in a polaroid picture
buttery yellow skirt
curtsying a smile
frog prince
imprisoned in her palm
under a creamy pound cake sun
(her grandmother’s recipe
sugar and spice folded carefully
with love and guilt
into a thick summer sky)
daisies like polka dots
piecemeal on her bonnet
seem to stare down
her face with jaundice eyes
slanted above ensnaring weeds
swirls of sorrow linger
in knee-high field
where flowers grew wild like
freedom once felt
Look closer picture fading
She is running
legs bent shouting from the page
stockings peeled off
lanky legs running
through her pain
till her heart detaches
from a barefoot soul
She still feels spiky burs in her heels
drops of blood
zigzag numb
beyond the treeline
memories meld
love and loss
euphoric rush warm winds fuel
an urgency her creation
until lightning strikes
her grief rushing to catch up
through crushed wildflowers
fragmented patterns
under paths at her feet
tears flooded her field overgrown
She remembers to forget
Her mother
buried under
a distant willow
She was taught
by her grandmother
to be composed
poised like other girls
wad up unpleasant feelings
slip them into a corner
of the cedar chest
under layers
of afghans and quilts
she laid them to rest
long ago but
never stopped
her fidgety legs from weaving
through floral tapestries
of field and meadow
wild brush turned emerald green
in mourning
Her daddy passed away
ten years ago today
He was buried with wildflowers
tucked softly
in his lapel and praying hands
he always said windswept blooms
reminded him of his girls
If you look closely at the picture
of that faded little girl
you will see her running
from the graves
as the wildflowers crush
beneath her feet
As I pass through time
in my physical vessel
I connect the rhymes,
balancing them on my mind's trestle.
My consciousness detaches
from emotion and commotion
and intricately latches
onto an outstanding, expanding notion.
At twenty-three and so onward,
with every new midnight,
and every new songbird,
my mind escalates to a new height
brilliantly brightening my eye's light.
The novelty of these audibles
inclines life to be anything but probable.
Voluble are my audibles,
relieving my eye of it's monocle.
I focus and listen
to the cosmic sounds physics has given.
Seeing the sounds, all the compounds
do abound and surround
everywhere amongst these grounds.
Strategy is imperative when dodging the chaos.
Seek those audibles which avoid pathos.
Embrace the novelty, embrace the ambiance
for the moment now is all transience.
"The Green Bruise of Daylight"
A person can die for love
one sees red
the other sees blue
purple bruises
one sees red
alarm lights siren
purple bruises
detach into the grey
alarm lights siren
there is no more singing
detaches into the grey
courts fuelled by pocketsful of lies
rocks and gavels
for the weighting
ocean deep confetti
bottomless drowning
the other sees blue
detaches into the grey
purple bruises
fade away
purple bruises
wrapped in
white paper sentences
stain the mind
words black peppered
crushed mulberry memories
flock like seagulls
their call haunting
hungry scavengers feeding
messages clipped
around their ankles
carrier pigeons in steel cages
jail birds wait the day anticipating
windows watch
windows the colour
of deep forests turn and
walk away
murders of crows
wings rise and fall
towards the green
bruise of daylight
stain the mind mottled
lights along a road
flood the dark spots
driven the long way home
behind straight lines
boundaries marked
contained within fences
broken prisons min min jackets
keys thrown far away
golden chords harpooned
in the heart
of a lost cherub
in safe harbour
another calling see
waves wash the
grave dirt away
windows watch windows
the colour of deep forests turning
towards dark night, the missing
archangel walks away
spilling blood
like poetry
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
A Halloween Story
hints of pantoum
photographic art, Max Dupain/Australian.
Music. "High Above a Green Grey Sea", Colin Stetson.
Royals of Emotions
As a confusing annoyance grew inside my head;
A silent torment stormed and throttled as I lay at night a mist my bed.
The old unforgivable and the new unforgettable;
Not noticing what's in front of you, beautiful, and what's pivotal.
Feeling of barriers and strong holds to ones' certain extents;
No completeness, broadness, and fulfillment, is this really a commitment.
I choose you as my hope, faith, and serenity;
In return, I, my love, you choose as your extremity.
When in the forthcoming, I am all you will have;
By your side as since day one and until time surpass.
The shadows of sorrow drown my willows of happiness;
Oh the irony of this unusual emotional overflow to grasp me so instantaneously.
Concerns of matters that doesn't relate to you;
They are the matter of matters that matter more than what should be of great value.
I am a person of strength and combative will;
The triumph over these mere feelings of indiscretions detaches.
As the breath that I breathe slowly dissipating;
The heart that beats beneath my flesh, is always under God's safekeeping.
So with every prayer I pray, I know and believe;
There's nothing in him that can't be revived and retrieved.
By: Tiffani N Leak
purple stone,
4 purple flashes,
right behind the eyelid lashes,
intuition burning bright,
thoughts acoming pictures bright,
the future seen detaches,
but you will be alright.......
love them purple stones
Don Johnson
gaze upon the ameythist of stones ,
get some flashes all yoir own,
open up the vision door,
see your future maybe more,
the third eye stands alone...
thank you Ann Lise.....xox
My love burns like hot coals.
My eyes burn like hot coals
melting into the back of my head.
My brain is just liquefying in love
I love you. I don't know why I said
I didn't. I was alone in Australia.
I don't know how I ended up crawling
on the moon after a dog. I never know
how I get places. I'm always traveling,
always in a free-fall. My heart just stops
sometimes and there is the most amazing
woman standing in front of me.
I love you. I don't hold your hand
because I’m afraid I won’t let go. What
are you looking for? I'm looking
for somebody to be the skin that covers
my bone. I want to be wrapped so completely
that I would be infected without you.
My organs would show.
I have always been a stray. I am
a space cadet. I don't have to think
happy thoughts to fly I can just fly.
It's all the helium in my blood,
which is why I need an anchor.
My heart detaches like a balloon.
It will float away into the heavens.
My love will pop. My love will disappear.
My love will be torn and caught by a tree
We will forget and we will walk away
though we were magic and we floated
and we kissed in the heavens
because your kiss started to burn my skin
and my skin was you.
The Missing Limb
I was driving a long when I saw half an arm, from
elbow and down to hand, on the verge of the road.
I stopped picked it up with my right hand and it
quickly grabbed my left wrist and wouldn´t let go.
A man came from the bushes: “it is my arm,” he
said and wrestled it off my wrist and connected
the limb to its rightful place, stapled and put it
between his shirt opening looking like Napoleon.
He told me that years ago he lost his own arm,
doctors sewed a new one on; works ok, but there
are tasks it doesn´t like to do like being helpful
when nature calls, I let my right hand do it but
sometimes I forget the left detaches itself tries
to run off. With that he went back to his field
mounted a tractor, his left arm worked fine, and
he disappeared in a blast of dust and diesel fume
Times seems rampant
Your body language an easy to read pamphlet
Heart beats faster quicker the blood transits
Robbery of the heart the approval of this bandit
Revealing feelings that no longer compresses
Making you think, your words are selective
Can’t screw up and chase off what’s precious
But the very thing greater than the queens ransom
Also sings the anthem
Of sadness and ex and internal tantrums
Blocking off companions
Tear down the cheek ramped
It gave you so much ravishment
And then it a tragic end
Brings life as well as ashes to ashes
Greatest sugar rush until crashes
Absolute power once it latches
Stronger when it detaches
It invisible
Some say it’s the first visual
Lonely people say its mythical
Because the arrow was shot but missed the intended soul
Its known to happen multiple times
Creating gullible signs
Real one lies 5 years down the line
Or always been there in disguise
Test of time some stood
As times goes more become Hollywood
But fuk the cons this the greatest emotion never can there be a sub
Rather its happy ever after or released and never recaptured its sincerely LOVE
The Coin
I am a survivor at all costs
I refuse to lay down my life
Living the Good Fight of Faith
Until my steps cease to be
Someone said to me recently
Looking me straight in the eyes
Said, I mourned over your death
When you almost died a few years ago
Frankly, she said I am over it now
You look worse than I have ever seen you
Yet you are always smiling and helping others
Why don’t you just let him take you home?
I was riddled with emotions as tears filled my eyes
I took a deep breath placed her hand in mine
Sweetie don’t you see I have done that already?
He has not called for me yet, I assure you of this
What I endure with all that is failing in me
Is a far greater burden then you carry in grieving
Over your friend here dwindling physically away
I ask for nothing from you except your support
There are no requirements that say you have to
I will understand if it is too hard for you but
Remember I will always love you, I set you free
She fell apart wrapped her arms around me
Then whispered in my ear I am just so worried about you
You are my best friend and I feel helpless all the time
I smiled, It’s ok I’m tired too but until its time I
Am here such as it is for the duration living in Grace
There is a fine line when someone is very ill for
A long time that pushes to protect them from
Anymore sorrow as the mind naturally detaches itself
From the ill to heal and move and Forward
We who are ill need to understand those frailties
Of the human mind that wearies those we love
That is why I am always jovial on the phone and
Smiling when friends come to visit both sides of
The coins in this matter are very hard to endure
I found that mercy for their feelings rose in me
Saturating me with compassion for their fears and sorrow
My walk is inevitable but I must protect their futures
At any cost
This is where
Love will shine the brightest
Forever
Carole Cookie Arnold
To ponder why,
In deep dismay
To Daydreaming in the stream of consciousness
Mixed in mind and heart desires
That detaches from current task and test,
Don’t quit your daydream
Trance aid fantasy
Intervision encapsulates me
Hallucination musing
Don’t quit your daydream
Imagining inattention gathers
Inattentiveness woolgathering preoccupation
Don’t quit your daydream
Emotional brooding
Obliviousness engrossment
absentmindedness Self-absorption
absence of mind
staring into space
abstraction
Don’t quit your daydream
lack of concentration lack of application
figment of the imagination
unrealizable dream Home is castle in the air
Wishful thinking fond hopes Self-absorption
Wishing upon…
Whatever it is Don’t quit your daydream
11/22/2022
For Don't Quit Your Daydream Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
Doctrine detaches your mind,
Away from rational thinking,
Makes you obstinate and rude,
Unable to be understood.
It proceeds your choices,
Causes insecurity and disgust,
About your normal feelings,
As it brings very low ceilings.
It does not free you to ponder,
On life's detours and skiffs,
On the real batters and drivers,
On real occurrences and odours.
It is never a positive theology,
But turns to a personality stern,
For life's precepts, principles,
For prison's rules and oracles.
Doctrine doesn’t listen to you,
But places you as insidious,
Because dogma is just dogma,
Without a beauteous panorama.
So don't ever listen to doctrine,
But place it as, that’s insidious,
Call it for what it is, dogma,
And see the whole panorama.
In the garden of silence, where shadows weave stories on the canvas of time,
The flower detaches from the branch of life, a silent tear of destiny,
Without tears and without resistance, lost in the ocean of misunderstood love,
A silent witness of a feeling that remains a hidden mystery in the soul.
Wrapped in the mantle of words of love, uprooted from its roots,
It embarks on a journey from one foreign hand to another, a wandering star,
Without finding a place to rest its dark dreams,
A soil of its own in which to anchor the desires that stir its heart.
In the desire to melt into the immortal fragrance of your love,
It leaves the warm embrace of the soil that gave it life and hope,
Dreaming of an eternity in your arms, calm, without fears,
But the treacherous winds steal its breath, thieves of dreams hidden in shadows.
When the night lays its dark velvet mantle over the world,
The flower remains just a withered tale, a whisper lost in time,
An echo of promised love but never fulfilled, a shattered dream,
At the edge of dawn that brings a new day, without the memory of its fragrance.
Strolling through the dark woods
night approaching as the sun sets
the shadows were now lengthening
casting weird shapes on the floor
Birds pass on their way to roost
all are now settling for the night
squabbles from the rooks over perches
rabbits emerging from burrows to eat
This pause between daytime and night
soon the rabbits will be joined by
badgers coming out to forage and play
night jar starts to sing a real din
Later there will be such sweet sounds
as the nightingales songs ring out
for now this twilight stands in between
a world of half light neither day or night
Sweet scent of night stocks fill the air
as I sit on an old log drinking it in
a shadow detaches from the beech trees
a fallow deer on her way to the river
Now the daylight has completely gone
the moon has yet to show its face
a hoot carries through the dark
the owls glide past searching for prey
I sigh as the stars appear above
each one twinkling pinpicks of light
the sky a canvas on which they shine
at last the moon glides into view
Another day is finally over and done
it is time for me too to head off home
carrying with me memories of this time
closing the door I shut out the darkness
Suspended Transcendental Meditative State...
Temporarily relieves, loosens,
and detaches worldly weight,
albeit bearing heavily straight
away upon well balanced,
awk credited miniature oblate
spheroid, sans cranial
dome to help alleviate
this principled capital one citizen banker,
whose penurious plight
seeks to make lightweight
oppressive burden clawing
(with razor sharp talons)
tete a tete upon pate
never to abate
pennilessness, which oppressive monetary
crisis could abbreviate
livingsocial, and spur me to abdicate
charade, facade minted "FAKE"
dog and pony Truman
kaput show, doth accelerate
velocity at which body
electric will demonstrate
how basket of deplorable
pauperism existence I abominate
past the tipping point to relish,
where being in the red
financially doth accentuate
swiftness yours truly will acclimate,
where among grave
mausoleums will accommodate
finding yours truly to acculturate
adjusting being housed
with grateful dead help facilitate
mine written posthumous decomposition
once Hades will activate
leverage - haggling with ferryman,
which latter might equivocate
par for the course, especially demise,
asper cessation circumlocution prone
fella never to tubby a freight
of becoming deceased
signifying no more flapping gums
asthma lovely bones disintegrate
into basic constituent matter
repurposed into essence, I cannot intimate.
Whoever exults himself will be humbled
but whoever humbles himself will be exalted
Matthew 23:12
I’ve heard it said that the top three virtues needed to live the Christian life are humility
Humility
Humility
I hope that made you smile
Everyone can use more humility
the foundation of all virtues
Our society tends to exalt excessive selfishness and personal power
as well as pleasure
wealth
fame
fortune
No one is immune from such attractions
Yet humility’s power detaches us from what fails to satisfy
While humility sheds light on our vanities
mistakes-things God might be calling us to reform
Or repent of during Lent
It also empowers us with the good
The true and the beautiful
Only by ridding the excesses
Our sins
Our vices
Can we be empowered to do the things that bring God’s love
Redemption to our fallen world