Best Disconnect Poems
It occurred to me
I think more and more like a poet
Thoughts jumbled with imagery
Off in my own colourful world
Small wonder there’s a disconnect
With dusty musty pencil pushers
People whose minds have shrivelled up
Have trouble seeing art and beauty for what they are
Gifts from above
I can’t relate to people
Bent on upward and forward
People with hardened hearts
Their erected walls with tiny doors
Tightly locked with guarded keys
They look down from lofty towers
Baffled and indignant
At meaningless people like you and me
To them we’re satisfied with so very little
We look at the world
Through poet lenses
Yes we appreciate that subtle dimension
That’s invisible to most
Keeping the pathway to the heart open
The channel clear
Seeing that life’s real treasures
Are being offered only
To the receptive soul
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
While attending a social do
You meet and greet others
It’s more a social norm
Than any ‘real’ connect
As you attend to calls
Or get yourself updated with ‘Updates’
Or simply fiddle with your phone
And mind you
You are not alone
Almost everyone is doing the same
Some listless bites of conversation
While chomping on the fare
And it’s time to take leave
But ironically
The same social do
Which you had so perfunctorily attended
Finds the pride of place
On social sites
And horror of horrors
You too find yourself
Engaged in mindless chatter
With the very same crowd
You didn’t much involve yourself with
Just a couple of hours before
In that crowded venue
The story is the same
Whether you are with friends, family or neighbours
The present moments are sacrificed
With ‘smart’ phones smartly severing you
From your surroundings
Ironically when face to face
No one has much to say
But there’s frenzied socialization
Every day
In the ‘virtual’ world
Leading to tch, tch
A 24/7 disconnect in the ‘real’ world.
A high school reunion on Zoom;
Alumni all home in a room.
Each face that I’ll see
Like a stranger to me
As I will be to them, I assume.
I haven’t seen most now for years.
We’ve traveled in different spheres.
So then why should I care
What I look like or wear
To this jury of long-ago peers?
Yet, preparing before it will start
I get dressed and make-up for the part,
Though my face on the screen
Will look less like a teen
Than an image no lens can outsmart.
In the mirror, I see what I know
But the camera makes each wrinkle grow.
Still, I’m living my life –
Nana, friend, mom and wife
So my aging is quite apropos.
Watch me walk through the sadsands of stupored time
trading youth for aged ashes, suredness for shyness
knowledge for retirement, candor for cowardice,
diligence for dunceness, eagerness for
edginess, fairness for flakiness, goodness for gonadness,
healing for hurting, idealism for idiocracy,
judgement for jealously, kandor for killing,
loving for lamenting, mentoring for miserating,
needing for neausating, optimizing for obliterating,
penetrating for pilfering, quieting for quaking,
resolving for rioting, soothing for stabing,
tramping for turmoiling, ultilizing for ultimating,
victory for victimization,
yearning for yelling, zeal for zone.
All the best concealed decisions edited for global hypnohypocratic
nil idea of future impress of evolution but merely a nether
juxtapose of keenly luminated momentous nothings
optimizing precarious quantum ridicules sanctioning
tantalizing ugly utilitiy post variant varicose wanes wantnot
noid xoids xenous yeast yearnings zillant aberants aplenty.
Go Fish.
zonality zeros.
Climb the dumb death grill gradiant with false feet
intrepid toe jam steps what is where i am going not going in a pre post past present
ghost future life emo impotenet fracture fried non sequetor séance
liquid lavid languish unloved resolved irrevernet motion milkmaid
sociomatrial screwstewed rejectional noncoitial negligant nilneo
nonconstriction deconstruction r u fing kidding me? ??
Let's be uni unfilterfied in our ugly uncorrupt incorporeal craddle of domesticoignoramous
social dysfuntionture aplenty assure. Pills pills my kingdom for some piss pills to ***** die
the ass sociative remenants that psuedo pusssurrounds my exo it unfulfills.
Dial don't dilenates of wailing wanting mommy masses of momentary
milkcents mammary malaise.
Get lost little ones, my device calls to me in its idio elloquence.
Love u though, don't tell your__________________r_.
I’m sick of the disconnect between me and you,
Complacency, fear, and the pettiness too.
Long gone are the times when we’d help, not complain,
And not for the reason of personal gain.
But today it is all about what you can get back,
Some don’t care who they hurt, it’s compassion they lack.
Too few speak out against the horrors they see,
We might as well cut out our tongues willingly.
There are those who have something they do want to share,
But those with the voices can't be found anywhere,
Though society's ears have been deafened too long,
There are no conversations, no meaning in song.
And our feet have forgotten just how they could dance,
Even when music plays we don't give it a chance,
Since we're preoccupied with the things we collect,
All the stuff, we don't even know why, we regret.
And so yes, I am angry at your disrespect,
Sometimes I wish I could just make you reflect,
On the ripples of actions you make in great haste,
In the meantime our humanity is being laid to waste.
Grim grabs hold the spring
strangling with a fervor
as I grasp for another breath
drugged and dragged
six feet deep below
Infected, I'm connected
to the disconnect
the treacherous and mundane
a world's gone insane
Astray, I wander in the wonders
of an ever deciphering mind
running out of time
and patience
Never at ease, thoughts freeze
as pieces of me
crack and crumble
in this dismay called hell
All my senses yell but I can tell
nothing matters in this scheme
running in a quick sand dream
as the grains slip quickly by
Trumpets call out under a grey sky
solemnly veiled, another mother cries
I inhale vapors spiced by Aurora’s deep tang and her sweet, rose kiss,
on such nameless mornings all my ghosts combine,
folding into neatly pressed layers of gossamer sheets
offering the refuge of a cocoon before a world that stares.
I stare back…
Deep within the ruins of my crumbling synapses
sleeps a once magnificent theatre, a retired smile generator.
but now on this nameless morning it awakens and starts rolling
a classical favorite, my sacred memories distorted on the big screen:
it was a mosaic yet an orchestra,
honey soaked melodies, the sweetest notes sparkled like gems embedded
in the stained glass wings of butterflies drifting up and down in the wind
like staircase symbols on classical sheet music
And I chased after the music,
pursued the butterflies to the end of the field
only to grasp the remnants of a dissolving symphony.
I inhale the vapors of a nameless morning,
wrapped in the robes of all my ghosts combined,
reflecting on how long until those ghosts leave me
to cross the grave disconnect between me and tinkling butterflies
to stand unblinkingly alongside a world that stares.
I stare back.
EYE DISCONNECT
i’ve always been drawn
to eyes — a smorgasbord of colors
but that’s not what i see
i drift beyond what most can tap into
the shroud of evidence
the red rivers
a canal lock
bulging, ready to burst
the big bang
the upsurge of rage
shocking severance
the world in ethereal mist
the feel of goosebumps —
a spirit throws a sodden blanket,
arctic cold around shoulders
shuddering teeth like ice picks
wincing of pinched nerve ending
but she’s like a statue of Mother Teresa
They whisper...whissss…
“She’s so calm.”
“So strong.”
“A saint in her circumstance.”
But the Spirit tells me, “See… Feel...her.”
Through her eyelids, I wander, not for myself
but for the gift of God,
I touch her arm, I ask
with godly inflection
“How are you?”
and her heart stirs…
...the high and low pressure mixes
...quite like a cold engine whirring to start
elephantine tears, wrinkled and gray,
splatter...her trunk collapses
and God collects the sudden stream into a cloud
for no bottle can hold this torrent of weeping
others walk away, afraid, embarrassed, imposters
a dove turns into pure comfort
a solid hand of flesh
a form strong enough to hold her up
she rests in the Spirit of the love of God
i see a smorgasbord of colors
she smiles
12/28/2018
Soft Red hair decorates skin so fair
Sad brown eyes never tell lies
Secret smiles linger for a while
Kisses and pearls from oriental girls and little brown curls
Peaches and passion never out of fashion
Midnight dreams soft with cherries and cream
Windless kites sailing through bright starry nights
Floating on wings watching them sing
Hidden in the mists of time ,lay our woes
Behind the clouds concealing the rainbows
The living room,
Laughter clinging like a warm embrace,
Yet silence wraps us in a shroud.
Faces aglow from screens,
Eyes reflecting curated lives,
Fingers dancing over glass,
As warmth slips through our grasp.
We scroll, searching for connection,
Moments polished and perfect.
But intimacy dims,
Lost in the sterile glow of notifications,
?Voices mere echoes,
Fading like whispers in the night.
Conversations drift like dust,
Words replaced by empty emojis,
Expressions trapped in pixels,
The art of connection fraying,
Seeking validation from strangers,
as our stories gather dust.
That once alive now puts on a veil,
The silence builds, like fog in the night.
A paradox of closeness,
Miles apart, the heart yearning to connect,
Like ships adrift in a sea without an end.
Outside, the world rolls out in grey hues -
The rustle of the leaves in memory afar,
The sun sets unseen,
As we scroll through lives lived online,
Missed the pulse beating inside life,
And the beauty in these mundane things.
The connection was lost,
The warmth of hands replaced with cold glass,
the sum of us drowning in distraction,
While nature whispers our name,
Calling us back to what we've forsaken,
The thrill of unfiltered moments,
Where laughter can dance free,
We find our way back to each other,
Every breath a new discovery,
Each heartbeat a reminder to live,
Reclaim joy in the being,
Whole and alive, rooted in this present time.
There was a tear in the laughter,
Unwelcome and intruding,
Muffled under the big booming sound,
As she laughed her way through the tears.
The clouds were all white,
Like a bed of soft cotton in her sky,
She felt she could lay up there and fall asleep.
But at the fringes of it all,
Hidden in plain sight was the grey,
That peeped and blew icy kisses her way.
Small arms inside her big ones ,
Little eyes that screamed I TRUST YOU,
Looking up at her from way down there,
Nothing could rock her boat with mama beside her,
Her warrior with Samsonic strength.
Joy and pain played tug of war,
In her heart where her secrets lived,
Her memories choked her like a vice,
Till she felt her breath slip away,
But those little hands kept her centered,
She had survived, she was alive,
And from the pain a little angel had been born.
She had won, she had prevailed,
The connection to her pain,
The memories that tightened like a noose,
Threatening her love and joy would not prevail,
Forgive and forget is what she had to do,
Lesson learned, it was time to forgive, to live
time to disconnect the connection.
when
scientology has
deemed you an
enemy for being
antisocial, for
being a POTENTIAL
TROUBLE
SOURCE (PTS), for
getting in the way
of the
BRIDGE TO TOTAL
FREEDOM for
others---you are now
a suppressive person (SP),
you bring the whole
bloody cult down, don’t
ya know you got to
stop making all those
that drop their gold coins
in the coffer feel like they
have wasted their lives &
money on something just
as fictional & ridiculous
as moses, christ or
muhammad, but you have
shelled out some major dough
to do so---a committee of
evidence has a file on you &
they are going to bring you
before the High Court! you
will be forbidden to have
any contact with those
designated SP’s if you are
not found to be one yourself &
you will be followed & you
will wading in the dung of the
jehovah’s witness whose been
dis-fellowshipped, you will be
withering in the dark with
the excommunicated mormons,
you will be cast out like the
proverbial leper & you will be
alone with no one that you
once knew by your side---but,
you will be free to breathe a
rational breath once again.
Suddenly auto-disconnect entered
- Like a mechanical mal-function
All too soon, I felt smothered
- System shut down at this junction
This train is moving too fast
- I keep applying the brakes
But I know this can’t last
- I don’t have what it takes
Though I’m feeling slightly derailed
- Tied to previous emotions
My heart left the trail
- Lost in all the commotion
***********What is a disconnect?********
- When -
We spend....
More Money defending
Our people,
Than We do feeding
Them, then....
------
Your chances' for success
There-by.....and by
Are very Slim.....
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That is the disconnect
What do you expect!
GF
There's a big disconnect
one that we can't seem to perfect
It ain't gotta be perfect
I just want this to have purpose
they say whatever you want to grow
make sure you keep it watered
but I gotta say, these issues we have
still seem unreal at times
it's like being at a restaurant
and they keep messing up your order
This ain't about pointing the finger
because I know we both have our issues
we tiptoe around this lingering problem
thinking as the days pass we can just
we sweep it under the rug
but this isn't the way you deal with things
especially when you in love
Maybe it's because of the disconnect
with our love languages
I know arguments is something
you rather abstain from
but a relationship without the tough convo's
isn't a real one not by far
understanding and loving each other
is still that star I been shooting for