Best Disconnecting Poems
If you can work, or go to school.
You will be allowed to. If not
how can you discover a non
spam or get rich scheme.
Promising to solve all of your
financial problems. "You can
earn $10,00 working from home."
I hung up my cell phone two
times.
Mary C. and I wanted to call
our mutual friend, Starshadow.
Who has self quarantined. But
on three occasions the robot
interrupted my personal my
Cricket cell phone. Because I
did not respond. They promised
to call me back within 42 or 48
hours. I will vote by disconnecting
the scam call.
Success at last! I was able to
call her and Mary dropped
off the sack lunch. Courtesy
of a Seventh Day Adventist
Church. Using the Central
Lutheran church's property.
The people did not know if
they would be back there
two weeks from last Sunday.
My friend Mary C and I will
not be attending any more
community meals in the
cities of Everett and Snohomish.
King and Snohomish Counties
are two of the most impacted
counties in the Evergreen State
of Washington.
Since all of the parks have been
shut down in Snohomish County
Washington. And mayor Cassie
Franklin has ordered Everett under
a lock down. President Donald
Trump is calling out the National
Guard for the State of Washington.
The State of Colorado has dispatched
300 doctors, nurses. and medical
assistants to the State of Washington.
And they have already arrived,
and are working.
The States of California, New York,
and I believe Illinois will also
have National Guards present
in their states as well.
Stay at home, stay safe.
Say your prayers, read your
Bibles and home devotionals
Attend your church's on-line
services if possible.
Air out your dwelling places,
if at all possible.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 12, 2020
Although moon glints, I am inconsolable
This womb, your harbor
Nourished by splendor of days, nights
While we wait in anticipation for life...
Fifteen weeks it is, come evening
As I imagine a baby so pure
Dwindling her toes, chuckling aloud:
Till your pulse beat slips ticks away
As my voice quietly murmurs,
'Rachel, fight the gush,
Your pink cradle waits for you at home.'
I wail through hours, ripped by breaths forlorn
The navel's cord
Disconnecting in the thorn of frozen silence,
When labor pains my body endures
Nothing to gain, everything to lose
Duskfall wakes, new morn vanishes:
Looking at you on gauzy sheets
The ghost of emptiness rears--
Depriving a cradle of laughter unborn
That I cannot imagine an angel winging,
O not now...
Not when I ache and moan unto heaven, aggrieved ~
Contest of john lawless, Let 'Er Rip Part #2
~ Based on my first cousin's experience
12/14/2018
After reading opinions of many PS poets, I'm sick of hearing phrases like,
"it's causing big problems," "making me heartbroken," "it sickens me," and many other negative thoughts that are detrimental to the site. I've given up trying to comprehend why some use it and claim it as their own. It's the same with plagiarizing, so I'll save myself the angst of using similar phrases because this is how I see it...
They come in all sizes, shapes, and each gender
posting poetic words that to them do not belong
and then deny it. To the truth they'll not surrender
AI users and plagiarizers will never admit the wrong
I've grown weary reading about it and I'm disconnecting
from caring if they keep getting away with it on the soup
I've stopped using detectors for those I've been suspecting...
ones who continue to debase themselves; it's low to stoop
Sadly, I've seen "Gotcha" written too often in the last year
Proof's been sent to those who should uphold their claim
Written words in PS established rules are not upheld here
leaving AI users and plagiarists getting away with their game
What drives you to steal poetry of others and call AI your own?
Is it because there's no harsh penalty from the administration?
People, you who call yourselves 'poet,' I cannot condone
those who cheat again and again and face no degradation
My eyes will be blind to those users and their schemes
I'll write what I choose as long as I'm pleased with my lines
Attention to mentioned issues has gone far beyond extremes
It's a legitimate gripe but I'm done with complaints and whines
Do you mind if I use you as a muse
And write a few lines about the conundrum that is you?
Tired and broken you lay in clothes which are worn and torn.
Your heart keeps score as your eyes search for more.
Never revealing too much of yourself. Keeping people at arm's length.
Screaming inside and out as the tides of emotion pull you beneath.
In a panic you forget you can swim.
Disconnecting yourself to a third-party perspective. You has become Him.
Horns out with rage turned up you go about your day.
Chewing up and spitting out all who stand in your way.
I know your heart has a soft spot. At times you act in kind.
At those moments I know you are at peace. No wars raging on in your mind.
MY SUN~~~
Like the sun
against the day sky.
Releasing unrestrained light!
Diluting your daily sphere
that repulse
my intellectual needs.
Take Death into my desert
dumping you a side.
Uncrossed boundaries that multiply
concealing your eyes of beauty
from the world.
Never embracing eternity.
Like an atomic emerging
all elements of coincidence
destroying all
forms of life's way.
The nectar that flows
ruining every thing we dream of.
~~~~
Implanted with
dilutions of all the ugliness
that refrains
unmerciful ways
disconnecting
every stop,
conceived in the open.
Slicing through
exposure
that binds devotion
to the negative of dark.
Like the sun
that hits the ground.
Blinding every straight look
with the perception you preach!
By;p.d.
for Nate D. opposite of His (My Moon) poem..
Blood, sweat, tears, sorrows and my soul spray from
my heart onto the canvas of my life. Pulling me down,
baptizing me in quicksand, suffocating, demoralizing,
draining my energy, disconnecting me from any hopes of
happiness. Years are fleeting, wounds still bleading from
the betrayers, the losses, the injuries, the illness, pain
that I have know.
Lonliness my constant companion sucking the life out of me.
I am too tired to fight anymore, I yield letting the vortex pin
me to the bottom where this journey will come to an end.
My words have no meaning, my mind is empty, I haven't made
a difference, no works, no victories. I am nothing, dust in the
wind, an echo, a song never heard, the canvas is black, no
color, no symmetry, nothing for the eye to see. I am nebulous,
a dream that never was, a truth never spoken, a question
never posed.
I’m Desperation
I know how to hurt
How to Isolate
Disconnecting you
Interrogation
This is vile hate
Infecting truth
Down in the dirt
Intimidate
How to hurt
Killing is
Easy now
You bow
To me
Weak.
Dec. 2nd 2014
Between hours from morn to sundown
I drift in a place of nowhere--
and though birdsongs seemingly coo
“It’s alright; you are young"
frailties leave me wanting
each and every move that twines us.
These doleful eyes hide away
behind a cloud of ebon shades,
expressing numbness or
is it vulnerability quite undone
when melancholia seethes, aimless---
our world, our co-owned pledge
disconnecting us from a language
now unknown like torn ampersand.
I press my hand on a montage
and wonder about all possibilities,
yet times flit along zones once alive
only to bury dreams, unless unless...
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Your Best Free Verse 2020 Contest
For John Hamilton
Written 5/19/2020 Re-Submitted 5/24/2020
Lunch with a friend
Conversation flows
A ring of the phone
Our talking froze
She chooses to answer
I look annoyed
Our time together
Has now been destroyed
I stare at my plate
While being ignored
Five minutes pass
I'm getting bored
Was the call business?
No, just idle chatter
Derailing the mood
For an irrelevant matter
Keeping my calm
An impossible task
a little respect
Is all that I ask
Tethered to tech
Disconnecting us all
Harming a friendship
All over a call
This feeling for you is growing
But nothing is worse than knowing
The emotion I may be showing
Is going to give me away
I'm scared that you may be suspecting
The dots you may be connecting
When my emotions are disconnecting
My hearts beats with no second delay
Your attention becomes so addicting
As I should have been predicting
But my heart is very restricting
It knows it gets hurt this way
You know I'm tired.
I'm tired of conforming to societies standards,
I can not fit into such a narrow role as you defined for me,
I'm tired of the choice between being happy with myself and pleasing you,
You defined the scope of my socialisable identity,
A thin mask hiding infinite potential of origional existance,
I'm tired of listening to the same soulless ********
origionating from the same soulless machine
that would put a pricetag on your spirit if it had a chance,
Because if it isn't mainstream it doesn't matter,
I'm tired of the same old tedious chatter,
We recycle phrases so often we lose meaning,
something modern man has long lost,
We are taught to aspire to get the grades,
that will tie us into bondage
for the least shoddy pay we can bargain for
with ever increasing hours and targets getting harder to meet,
All to make some greedy fatcat richer,
Signing your most valuable and energetic hours away for minimum pay,
At least we get to keep the dark, cold exhausted hours to ourselves,
I'm tired of the endless stream of technology that makes it easier to work harder,
That connects us all digitally as we sever the ability to genuinely connect together,
There's got to be more to life than stacking numbers in a digital account that
will lose value with the next bank bailout,
And there's got to be more to life than facebook and texting
Maybe its why we're disconnecting and the status quo is something I'm rejecting
I'm tired of this relentless assault on my soul
Family
Happy, unified
Smiling, laughing, learning
Solid, safe, destroyed, demolished,
Crying, distancing, disconnecting,
Uncomfortable, unsafe
Divorce
A force far deeper than our anger
Elemental as a storm
Annihilating all before it
Terror makes man’s rage perform.
This force saying self is threatened
Runs to rise and to protect,
Most murderous when we’re most alarmed
Rage the enemy detects.
Over-riding other feelings
Deprives us of the power to think
Like a nuclear tsunami
Disconnecting human links.
Reddened vision,focused,narrow;
Eyes locked onto enemy’s
All the wider context losing,
Wipes out our good memories
Like a mother tiger fighting,
And the cornered eagle’s force;
We will destroy what we think other
Without bitter,pained remorse.
Nature made such to protect us;
Yet our perception can be wrong.
Once the flood of feeling takes us
All reflections seems too long
Later, if we see our victims,
Will we know that we have erred?
For hate deceives ourselves and others
When our inmost terror’s bared.
How can we step back and ponder,
See life from a wider view?
How can we become less blinded,
So we see our world anew?
Succumb not to final despond
Succumb not black despair.
Always there are those who see.
Always there are those that care.
Tempered by reflective wisdom
Rage can change when understood.
When we find another being
Who contains our frightful flood.
Forcing his way through a ocean of iniquity and negligence,
As malfeasances and misconducts concoct a deadly storm of uncertainty,
Demons and guilt torment him,
Obstructions and obstacles challenge him,
Misfortune and tragedy overwhelm him,
As he is subconsciously enveloped by an emotional numb,
Standing alone, even as he is surrounded by those he loves,
He a feels shiver-inducing tingle shave his spine,
Severing the last of his connection from the outside world.
Crying himself to sleep every night;
Without pain,
Without sadness,
Without anger,
The numb killing his soul,
Obliterating emotion,
Annihilating self-worth,
Disconnecting into a world of fog,
Where one is never truly awake, but can not find peace in sleep,
The sorrow from solitude forces him out,
The depression from being invisible pushes him back in to confinement,
Anxiety and instability crushing ambition and inspiration,
The silk of motivation, which once rich and lustrous,
Is now tattered and broken,
Once a man, a human,
Now the broken shell of a person, without purpose,
Lacking axiom,
Integrity, broken,
Living a facade,
Wearing a smile, but dead behind the eyes,
Drifting from reality, leaving behind the body and mind,
A soul, free from the trials and constraints,
Without consequence,
Without regret,
He will no longer be forced to suffer through the melancholy that eradicated his life,
He will never again succumb to the desolation of his depression,
Never again, will he have the chance to create,
Never again, will he have the chance to inspire,
Never again, will he have the chance to love.
Never again, will he wonder if he is deceased, dreaming or alive.
He is now more alive than ever,
He is now in a state of eternal dreaming.
Fear of personal
and disconnecting
ego-success
feels reasonable to me
Too much adulating feedback
from old friends vaguely envious
that I would place myself above
and before them
sacrifices integrity
more resonant with us,
immersed in ecosystemic success,
embodied health,
resilient Earth-rooted wealth.
Children
especially straight white physically-privileged adolescents,
have grown self-empowerment rights
to autonomous personal lifestyle differences,
risks of failure alone,
opportunities toward narcissism,
as contested by parents
who often have our own anthropocentric issues
about humane success and climate failure.
Democratically grateful adults
have grown rights to self-determination
responsibility of personal con-science
consciousness authority
over-against God/Gaia,
Completing the circle
of young developing secular ego-systems
competing
rather than cooperatively owning and managing
appreciating immersion within
sacred ecosystemic Earth.
Perhaps LeftBrain's WinLose risk
is also RightBrain's WinWin opportunity
to aspire toward resilient God/Gaianess,
as bicamerally GoldenRuled together,
ego/eco-systemic
polypathic nest,
So we are feathered together,
and fear of personal
and disconnecting
ego-success
continues to feel reasonable to me.