Best Disabling Poems
Lady Luck ~ (the Nonet)
Tears, shadows that swallow other tears
united and out of control
eyes decompose like soft coal
water, in swimming hole
everglade pistol
celestial toll
river pole
dead soul
pain
~~~~~
All
over
again, pause
deep darken jaws
engraved, digging claws
deteriorating flaws
still alive, eating what was
waste, rain, disabling because
nature lingers, emotional raw
by;~~~
Nonet, 9 lines,
beginning 9 syllables, then 8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 syllable(s) ~ I hope~
for RICK'S contest...
A Collaboration w/Silent One
Flowers you placed on the window
now wilt, crumbling in my palm
Their scent seems to have transcended,
accompanying you to the heavens
Your fragrance still lingers,
sometimes I hear you whispering my name
Shadows in the garden appear ... and disappear,
maybe hiding in an overgrown, decaying garden
Dusty photos filled with memories,
show happy faces full of love
Now this face is engraved with fatigue;
lost in realms of profound sadness,
as constant misery poisons these veins,
disabling the mind into a sombre retreat
Unsweetened taste grace my lips
in the land of the living,
bitter regrets darkly shadow my mind
Feeling your loss deeply,
as the pain gains more barren ground
In this accursed place of perpetual sadness,
I dwell alone in a house of desolate walls
Though they talk sometimes ...
I hear you whispering my name at night:
You say come to bed soon,
put your sorrow away
and lay beside me, my love
untested waters
ripple,
strands of light
flash in the beauty
of my mind
---
the past dwelt
in the corner
debilitating
disabling
untethering,
I was thrown
back in time
(bad happens
to the good
and the good
happens to the
bad)
visiting sins
replayed in my
head
reminding me
shaming me,
the circle went
around
but I remembered
the dashes of hope
the splashes of
love
all that I had
shared
all that I had lost
but going
round and round
the strings of
sanity
were unbound,
the white rabbit
called for me
reality was paper
dolls
burning in the pit
I held fast
as the standard
ripped
falling into delusion
I lay in the mire
for a millennium
clarity returned
with a song
the dance of life
flooded my veins
my being
declared whole
---
the clear
untested waters
of my mind ripple
in wonderment,
today has returned
with no fear of joy
Peace to all of the inhabitants within and without the universe
Respect to all existence both stagnant and dynamic
No desire to understand only to observe and appreciate
Those who’ve sought understanding have greatly misunderstood
They intend to change (upgrade) and will inevitably spike altercation
Disrupting and forever corrupting universal equilibrium
Effort to become God the creator and healer of all is the cause of disruption
Persevering disabling efforts to be God with the determination of correction is the cause of infinite corruption – the effect of cyclical disruption
“____ heals all wounds”
No human is able to fix
We are only able to use
An attempt to restore is abuse
“____ heals all wounds”
Rest
From time immemorial,
Man has been on an audacious quest,
To unravel the mysteries of life!
Like a mirror that sends back the rays,
Falling on it, never letting them pass through,
Disabling us to see what lies at the other end,
We are hindered by a wall obstructing our perception,
Of things beyond our ephemeral existence.
When breaking the mirror, we will have clearer view,
Of truth that which lies at the other side
Don’t we feel restless even amid splendour,
With an overwhelming longing,
For something, we cannot name,
Like one so homesick with an insatiable thirst
For a home that lies beyond, but cannot see?
Does it not point to the Truth that death is not the end,
But the foundation for something new?
When our bodies are laid to rest,
How I like to think, our souls will be escorted,
By the angels of heaven, the messengers of love
Borne on a warm palanquin,
Made of soft wispy clouds,
Gliding through ether
Listening to lilting melodies,
And falling into a peaceful slumber,
To wake into an afterlife
Extending to countless eons
No more pain, no more suffering!
As blessed spirits, with all cravings stilled,
We will enter radiant,
Into the magnificent portals of heaven.
_______________________________
March. 11.2023
~ PLACED SECOND~
Break the Mirror Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
Self reliancy stimulates political independence,
pragmatic critical thinking spurs revocation of spurious Partisan information,
vigilanteism guards against the Juntas,
systematic interdiction of peoples' ability to to procure food, self educate,
self medicate, and to self defense is a vital instrument in disabling citizens' morale,
it is true that several Companies provide 'civil rights' that are subject to repeal,
but these liberties must conform to security & production for the State,
the more detached we become from the land the more immense our collective ignorance,
Will to struggle recedes like red from the dying rose, spirit is sterile,
sciences are employed to subvert the passion of men, to mire the maternity of women,
to emasculate the youth, to assault the temperance of ladies,
as the bison were decimated so to fascilitate the conquest of the feral Indian,
the Anglo-Saxon farmer & tradesman were displaced by manipulated Markets,
corporations rabid with greed, fawning to increase world trade
and to blowt stock exchanges, enlarging theaters of war & dictating foriegn policies,
an arsenal & circus of judges, lawyers, politicians, academics, entertainers,
elastic options such as Inflation, minting money, loans, and criminal dockets,
Abraham Lincolon & John Kennedy desired to reestablish democratic banking
and were both slain as dangerous heros,
cartel suzerainity always wins,
an agrian ethos is too intractable an opponent for oligarchial commerce,
as laws are ineffectual to dissuade a starving man, leaves don't stop the rains,
there is no need for insatiable government when one can grow crops, build homes & and micro manufacturies, where trade is honest& equitable, no swindles,
division of labor for maximum productivity at the expense of individual health,
eradication of heritage to ease trade, passivity in exchange for integrity,
can libertarianism be retrieved from the vice of the mold maker,
will we deliver this odious model into the depths of the galaxy,
will there always be captivity,
regulated life is controlled life, and that is enslaved living,
words ' make the world go round ',
we are subjects of international law codes,
Freedom dwindles -
J.A.B. Copyright 2012
This Composition Is Entered For Skat's " Democrat Vs. Republican " Contest -
Pain, excruciating pain
Gripping spine, disabling
Till vigor and strength drain
Prayers you chant and Hymns sing
Hospital, Doctors, MRI’s and X-rays
Cash, Debit Cards, depleting bank account
Money vanishes, but pain stays
Nothing could misery surmount
Calves stiff, nerves sore
Walking with stick, still in pain
Whoever said, whoever swore
“Pleasure and pain are links of a chain”
Sad poems, heart-wrenching news
Failed love, desertions, betrayals
Pain intrudes with or without excuse
No distinction in paupers and royals
Pain is the destiny of man
It is a heartache or pain in spine
Man's birth is through pain and death from pain
Gripping like fog the life's sunshine
You wish and pray it goes
It cures, soothes nor heals
With time it grows and grows
Till death your life steals
A. W. Nutter
The sun slowly setting, time to rest
Praying constantly to find peace
For just one night I would be blest
Please God, put my mind at ease
Darkness feeds my apprehension
Wondering if the Succubus will appear
One night without her resurrection
To sleep unbridled from my fear
The curtains sway without a breeze
As a shadow approaches my bed
Petrified with a disabling disease
Her ice cold hand strokes my head
The clothing, she begins to remove
From her paralyzed sexual slave
Laying transfixed unable to move
A corpse being raped in his grave
Infusing my mind with erotic scenes
Devouring my soul as I reach ecstasy
Lips eagerly swallowing my screams
Mentally destroyed by her intimacy
CANDY CANE STICKS
bent little crooks
red and white
stripes
help us swallow
Christmascrass
hype
succor sugar comforts
stuffed stocking taboo
peppermint sticks
disabling treats
bow to licking
lips
spry little hooks that
stoop to bingecringe
stick sickly sweet
decaying teeth
succor sugar comforts
stuffed stocking taboo
tastebuds tingle
sleighbells jingle
cell-o-feigns
freed
Candy Cane
Christmascrass
creed
© Kim van Breda—1 December 2015
There is no completeness.
Just a conjoined two-parter,
both morose and merry,
poured in equal measure.
Doubled and divided.
A personality duel
both losing and winning.
Enjoyed and loathed the same.
The stars eke this chasm,
disabling self-belief,
turning my happy soul
toward the drear darkness.
Life had teached me that the lessons that are not learned in a class room.
1. Every body that laugh with your is not your friend.
2. A shaped body or a pretty face is not guarantee of success.
3. Singlehood is not a condemn, specially for women, in a society
when marriage is over rated as a symbol of triumph, and if you
do not fulfill the parameter, directly or undirectly, is implied that
you are a misfit.
4. Health conditions is not an excuse to give up to your dreams,
unless is disabling.
5. Share time of quality with family and friends. You never know
when is the last day on Earth for them or for you.
6. Contemplate a sunset and twilight. Magnific creations of nature.
7. Do not fear the future. Expect the best
8. Dwelling in the past is a waste of time. You cannot change it. Pass
the page.
9. Take care of yourself. Is part of self love.
10. Love you in an unselfish way. You cannot love any body, without love you
first.
7-20-2016
His love
was above
the pain
from the
stained glass
and aftermath
of abuse
he cradled me
while disabling
reasons
he'd say
shhhhhhhh
the animals love you.
and if you stop crying
they'll come
and sing to us
I
inhaled his breath
and believed that
if I breathe invitation
i'd hear
the wild wolves
howl while they prowled
around us..
He said..
it's not us they hunger
they seek the thunder
under the same sins and stars..
I
felt special
and for just a few minutes
felt the devils arms around me..
I
believe that
the rain washes us clean.
then one day
early
too early
jesse was alone
the animals were sleeping..
as it rained
he blamed himself
for the health
of a sick earth...
got the bible
and his gun
closed his eyes and sung
to god.
as we scurried the floor
to gather his brains
and tried piecing his head
back together
i
sat back against the wall
and tasted the blood
of an angel...
my finger still lingers
the scent...
Living within this one body
is a person able to speak
but also one who is not
stammering making one so weak
Many a disability is plain to see
but this one is not so clear
be silent and nobody notices
thinking you're able not a tear
There within emotions tangled
but later an other person's there
one looking confident and cool
other battling to remain it's not fair
People so unfriendly to one of you
the other one they think you're top
not able to be completely one
one's caged within the other not
But remember think of others
indeed worse off than you
unable maybe to walk see or talk at all
at least your one half is able to do
Stammering is a monster
disabling you from within
but fighting back you are able
as divine strength helps you win
AUTHOR NOTES:
Having had a stammer all my life of 60 years but in recent years have came to
realise there's two persons in this body, one who stammers and the other who
speaks normal , at least some of the time so this poem is written from my
perspective of being two persons living within the one body, one disabled the
other able.
I created you
the angelic, and the impish
with my proud and selfless
love for you.
I enthusiastically ate for two
the sweet, the sour,
the salty, ravenous cravings.
I carried you
inside me, everywhere;
goodbye figure and posture
hello nausea and inexplicable dreams.
Laboring for hours
endless pain, draining my energy
to bring forth you
into this unforgiving
yet inhabitable world.
You had the audacity
with your very first breath
to make demands,
your wails echoing
to clothe, to nourish,
soothe and diaper.
Ensuing endless days
of changings, lingering guests,
photo ops, engorged breasts;
exhausting nights
with the sleep-deprived
DNA benefactor
who cannot truly believe
he has the privilege
to growl about any misery
he encounters.
He is able, when he awakes
to go about his day
without having to consider
anyone’s urgencies but his own.
“But I bring home the bacon”
he assuages.…blah blah blah.
Your physical abilities
I guided, while offering
spiritual awareness,
lavishing you with gifts;
all your needs addressed.
Later you believed
you were granted the right
to walk away from me
at any given time,
while enouncing the notion
that I did not “know” anything!
I gave, gave, and gave some more
enabling you
to take, take, and take it all
disabling me
of my parental right
to unconditionally love you;
my most ungrateful
successor to the throne
of unconventional parenting.
Despite the rebel proclivity,
you ultimately discerned
my essential longing
for your reverence and
long awaited mature interpretation
of my maternal matrix of
noble nurturing.
If I may be so brash
to foretell of your own
inevitable parental destiny,
may your own
proverbial crimson piece of produce
similarly hit-the-dirt in close proximity
to your woodsy perennial.
As I conclude each day
and year
and life,
conclude that life with death
refers only to LeftBrain ego's Past toward Future
ionic-ironic languaged consciousness,
too often angry about life
and therefore fear-filled about an untimely
and clearly inappropriate
not to mention unfair,
death.
Earth's Time memory
is stored in natural-systemic DNA/RNA regenerative folding
and unfolding egoclocks,
sequence,
rhythmic function,
a recycling journey of time traveling identities,
memory strings transcending generations
by transposing across the eisegetical communications
of any one ego-identified entity
Learning to harmonize in
on
with
within
a too strident humanizing nature
trying to invite more resilient
humane kindness and justice
To gift EcoTribal nature with humane nature
as a blessing for Earth,
from Earth,
with Earth,
for Earth's Advent,
inclusive of all species
and all natural economies,
and all RNA/DNA cellular cultures
of universal co-arising intelligence.
When divine love
and win/win neurosystemic kindness say
"I have nothing but time with you"
fear and anger are also saying
"I regret not having enough time
for my own anthrocentric agenda
right now,
between past's neglected anger
and future-fear depression
anticipating further repression
of this integral body
authentic mind
moment."
EcoLove and Ego's Kindness
only speak with present-tense consciousness,
which is all remaining communication
when neither future nor past tensions
tyrannies
terrors
win/lose dominate preverbal anxiety
Post-traumatic tension
and trauma-informed intension
of ego's fear and anger experience
Anger about past leads toward further fear
about repeating
and repeating
ego's degenerative abuse
and neglect
in Earth healthy life future.
To dissipate fear,
we have evolved curious Adventure
to co-empathically embrace Anger's
non-violent communication
About not repeating a negative judgy,
too Left-brain dominant,
toxic nontrauma-informed past
mono-culturation
Perpetuating anthro-privilege
playing a Win-Lose political game
toward ego-centric political economies
disabling RightBrain ecological pilgrimage
to AdventTransition Ego Away
Toward further
LoseMind/LoseBody
cosmological
devolutionary
deadly conclusions
And not not cobinary
positive health
Win/Win revolutions.