Best Disruptions Poems
There are people who have not liked my voice,
Basically my words, from the very beginning
I was only young then and easier to silence
Now is different and they still try to silence me the same
- All I can say, it will never work -
They read these poems, they try their tactics
- They fear the truth I have to tell -
Only because, I have a story to be told, they want hidden
It is they, who created that story, not me
Sometimes I speak of it, sometimes I don’t
I face the disruptions in my life, when I do
For I have a right to my voice, and here it is
- As it will continue to be -
Heidi Sands
7/18/18
if tears of the sun were the metaphorical keys
to unlock twisted trinkets of the searing sky
would you feel the festering forest~
homing arctic orchids within these veins?
or am I to remain detached and numb;
caged in a cursed collision
like an evanescent epiphany
of a misled marionette ~
screaming for a cathartic elixir….
tonight my intuition is a passive-aggressive gaslighter
manipulating the inner voice ~ like a pathological liar
freezing the floral clairvoyance…
while curiosity keeps crawling
amidst crestfallen opium
I ponder: do frost and flame, as I breathe in bleakness~
transcribe how the echo
within the fog filters reality
curated in the midst of melted angst
fluctuating like stone-blind blackness~
a drop-dead delirium kissed by the darkness
of a silent sepulcher?
I’m a prisoner of splitting supernovae
caught in polarized pyretic disruptions
for everything feels like exaggerated deceit
when truth seems like a mere dot above~
a hyphen of irrational ratios
carved from calculated confusions,
betrayed by the violent strings
of my violin heart…
Invaded by the tribe
The old station wagon
Pulls to halt in my driveway.
The five children fall out
of its rusted doors
shouting and laughing.
She turns off the noisy engine.
Slips ghostlike from the drivers seat.
Her five hours of driving
In a bedlam of her children’s noise.
Looking so slight and frail.
My heart melts again.
I enfold her in my arms
And whisper thanks for coming.
Even though I have moaned
About her children’s disruptions.
The extra work cooking
And entertaining.
I look into my sisters face
And whisper I love you Sis.
You are always welcome
In my house.
And in my heart
"Passionate Masquerade"
a romantic interlude evolved to torrid love affair
taut triangle, impossible to win,
we played our parts as flimsy as candlelight din
heartache would stain, vicariously, all those unaware.
secret rendezvous excited two bodies, bare,
feelings fulfilled at the expense of sin
whispered words of tender love and passion wearing thin
throwing caution to the wind without thought or care.
selfishly, we fed our lust in secluded hideaway
emotions tend to fool lovers entangled in web of lies,
cracks in tapestry swallow sweet joy like threads that fray
disruptions caused by clumsy alibis,
a happy home, dismantled, by a wanton stray
romance has exited as swiftly as once 'twas wrought with sighs.
*For Black-Eyed Susan's Any Poem Again Contest.
*Sept. 27, 2012.
"Temperance Tarot"
in the mystical ream of tarot card prediction
painted canvas figurines proclaim Future depiction
a magical illusion holding phenomenal accuracy
revealing journeys to follow eluding to great Destiny.
the Major Arcana cards are chosen in sequential reading
the Quotent visualizes a goal or dream heart is feeding
the Temperance Tarot indicates harmony and peace
self-control and balance providing disruptions cease.
an Angel-like female represents this card so cherished
pouring liquid one to one in ancient vessels non-perished
a perfect choice to quell the fates in upright position
but, if reversed, be prepared for domestic admonition.
in the misty aura surrounding elements of Tarot divination
the sign of Sagittarious embraces Temperance in manifestation
spiritual essence gathers to comfort and console
should quarrels and domestic strife be apparent to cajole.
belief in meaning of the Tarot dek is different for each purveyor
occult is a world of truths to experienced medium conveyors
establishing a precedent to understand this method madness
creates a new horizon when all else fails to bring gladness.
dabbling into strange new entities uncover bold extensions
philosophy and psychic crafts invade unique dimensions
but be assured if you decide to dwell beyond the odds
Temperance is a healthy companion and will not anger 'the gods'.
*For Tracie's Tarot Card Contest.
*Nov. 12, 2012.
9/9/17
Don't f*****
Push my buttons
Really, really buzzin
Often high and drunken
Just trying to function
Stand in the way, and your ship will be sunken
No time for interruptions
If it is not about cash, end of discussion
Cold blooded
Leaving others gutted
Especially those that can't be trusted
A bunch of gluttons
And so much corruption
By the hundreds
Not dozens
They've been bluffin'
And frontin'
I wasn't
Really came up from nothin'
Did my own thing, got somethin'
And my name buzzin'
I blame myself for any self-destruction
No time for assumptions
Even after disruptions
And conundrums
Experiments continually conducted
Tools eventually rusted
Volcanoes erupted
Animals got hunted
Areas flooded
What some people just did
Left me disgusted
Which is why they quickly got punished
Since no one else did, I stood up to such rubbish
I was way down in a dungeon
Then clarity, came all of a sudden
Got out of there, and reached the summit
Way above it
With no intention to plummet
Or kick the bucket
While saying "f*** it"
Got strong like Paul Bunyan
Inside and out, no matter the obstruction
I want to escape to some place
For the whole of eternity,
And I know my mind tells me to find
A window by the sea.
Protected by a solid wall
Of mother-rock from the storm outside.
But I can’t fight curiosity,
Hence the window – so I can know
And yet have a place to hide.
I want to free my mind and soar,
So what if I can’t flee?
Watch the tide and the heavens collide
Through my window by the sea.
Send my eyes out to the sky
Like a gull with a foam-tipped wing.
Glide over curved blue waves.
Return at noon, by the light of the moon
Hear the sleepy old ocean sing.
I want to watch the sun sink into space
In my mind, my territory.
Disruptions are few when I look through
The window by the sea.
Watch the horizon doze in the day,
Turn dark and sinister by night,
Feel the loneliness around
See the stars shine, know that all of it is mine,
Wake up in the brine-soaked light.
I want a boat to take me away
Go back to my identity
Yet come back from the shore, be nobody once more,
By my window by the sea.
Form:
Salty sea breeze
Somnolence comes;
Afternoon nap
~~~~~~~~~
New dessert shoppe
Bees to honey;
Ice cream delights
~~~~~~~~~
Moments linger
Floating feelings;
Buoyant touch
~~~~~~~~~
Words do not flow
Tired with fatigue;
Try again tomorrow
~~~~~~~~~
Morning tryst
Verse scripts hurl;
Kite in the wind
~~~~~~~~~
A good night's sleep
Late morning rising:
Pleasant dreams ease
~~~~~~~~~
Stray solemn wind
Rainy interlude;
Thunder and lightning
~~~~~~~~~
Essay unfinished
Words in withdrawal;
Day slips away
~~~~~~~~~
Broken routine
Change of plans;
Tensile disruption
~~~~~~~~~
Change sets sail
Unknown waters;
Surprise and uncertainty
~~~~~~~~~
Morning whispers
Coffee sensations;
Drowsy disruptions
~~~~~~~~~
Once upon here
Haiku moment insight;
Experience grounds
~~~~~~~~~
Two birds singing
Choral on ledge;
Natural serenade
~~~~~~~~~
Workday parade
People like minions;
Subway intercourse
~~~~~~~~~
Neighbours smile
Strangers in lift trip;
Molest phone devices
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
06 August 2015
Singapore
Let me tell you a story...
It has not happened often in our neck of the woods;
I can remember only one time we've had snow on Easter.
The Ohio River had flooded earlier
that March of 1964
causing many disruptions in our lives.
Our town had a floodwall which protected
its low-lying residences from damage;
but my aging grandmother had to evacuate her area
and come to our home ten miles north.
This flood was second only (in her lifetime)
to the disastrous cost and destruction
triggered by a 1937 deluge.
Her visit was haunted by the memory of
severe damage to their home and business
twenty-seven years earlier
during the worst flood ever on the Ohio.
She worried the whole time - re-telling stories
of how folks had taken sick with scarlet fever and pneumonia.
How they had to stay with higher-ground relatives
and the back-breaking clean-up after the water receded.
They had just bought a new square grand piano.
She told of how they put ropes under the
legs and hoisted up it to the ceiling to
protect it from the water damage.
This was the first time I ever remember
her spending any time away from her home.
She and my grandpa ran a small grocery store
and made their mark in the community
by also selling homemade ice cream.
Just prior to the era of swirling soft-serve,
Tom's Ice Cream was known for miles around.
When grandma finally returned to her home,
the damage was more than her eighty-five years could bear.
My German-immigrant granny died on Good Friday
and was buried on the following Sunday, March 29, 1964.
I remember well, we had a light dusting of snow that Easter,
a kind of heavenly eulogy
marking her entrance
to eternity.
April 22, 2022
Sponsor Constance La France
Contest Name Form N - Narrative - New Poems
I chose a family theme
BodyLove feels like muscular energy,
while MindLove emerges synergies,
mind affluent fertile feelings…
Not in any way dissonant with BodyLove health,
ideally
to grow maturing relational wealth also ecologically balanced
EgoAnthro ReGenerate Positive Psychology
HealthAsWealth EarthTribal MindBodies.
That is,
I feel like we can
and do, sometimes,
grow more athletic in our love capacities,
our cooperatively positive energy.
We can grow from loving just one little Ego
into loving ourselves within a quasi-functional family,
emerging more maturely into a kinda screwed up,
but benignly cooperative as originally intended, species
impatiently sometimes
too patiently other times
working through distinctions and tensions within
loving others as ourselves,
and loving and not loving some of our behaviors,
our communications,
our relationships and transactions with our kids,
our spouses but our colleagues too,
our neighbors as global residents do,
our fellow lovers exercising our cooperatively intended behaviors
of would-be perfect mind with body lovers.
I do believe we can train ourselves
and maybe even each other,
how and why to become healthier,
grow mindful,
merge more inclusive of our own,
and other’s negative behaviors,
“enemies” speaking our mutually imperfect tensions,
dissonances of misunderstanding,
misprioritizing capital-centric investments
over our cooperative (0)Riginal Intent.
This dissonance, though
suffering and loss,
anger and fear disruptions into our current love capacities,
expanding out toward a globally extending family
of regeneratively intended health-with-safety lives,
Where PowerFlexing monocultural bodies
are healthy organisms,
so are polycultural outcome stretching minds
wealthy socialisms
breathing and beating and dancing
toward global compassion
of one divinely nondual co-arising mindbody,
evolving our economic health
as politically cooperative YangYin
AgapeMind/ErosBody wealth.
Naked trees whose dilapidated bodies have outgrown the test of time
shoot unseemly into the unaccommodating sky flustering as they walk by
Nude trees laden with deceptive shadows waiting for the morrow
Echoing a somber tune with superficial topsoil eroding from the mad earth
I sat on the top of the exalted mount watching brittle trees swaying doubtfully in the motionless wind and one force would have done them in
Fragile branches stick delicately form their wounded side reaching out
and cracking slowly with a forceful smile while angels lament by their sides
I recall the good old days when there was laughter everywhere
smoke rushing out the chimneys and grandpa with his wooden axe
piling up woods on the side of the stream and dragging them into the fireplace
Drunken men sitting on the side of the street infuriated with exuberant laughter knocking dominoes and shouting at terrified girls parading the streets in short mini skirts.
strong women in tall long skirts knocking their tambourines as the minstrel marched around in circles and unruly men with loud music sticking out their feet in fancy jeeps shouting
Dry grass lay flat on the reproachable ground howling as if winter is still around
As far as the naked eyes could behold green trees are floating in the horizon way beyond me
but close beside me green leaves are barely sprouting on the topless trees
The earth is still casting doubts as it sinks deeper into its devouring throat
drenched by its painful self-inflicted wound spreading misery throughout
I kept sobbing at nature's frequent disruptions and mankind useless inventions
cars sliding and young men gallivanting and swearing under the dark bridge
Shameful faces hang in despair holding onto to a cloud that is not there
And Noah whom they say was a religious freak took one hundred and twenty years to build a ship that spared daylight out of darkness and give rise to a new moon
And what of the black plague that torment millions of bones in their sorrowful graves
And the Spanish flu had its impact too who knows what really brought it about
Nature has sucked the life out of the earth waiting for a miraculous rebirth
while death pounds heavily on fragile doors.
Yuval Noah Harari
suggests that Nationalism's
Big Three Nemeses are fear of
nuclear holocaust,
degenerative climate trends,
and Business As Usual disruptions
of eco-politically salvific technology.
When I first read this list
of his global Three,
the one that stood out
at least for me,
to potentially
break through our tendency
to see through lenses
nationalistically
is Earth's great climate pathology.
Still,
all three are LeftBrain dominant,
StraightWhiteMale privileged,
Patriarchal-Capitalist nationalistic systems
of scientific reductive-rooted secularism
and defensive
extractive-infested
militarism.
Aside from a home habitat
in WholeEarth Crisis,
extinguishing all hope
of future peace health
is our cooperative multicultural wealth
regeneration,
our ability to distinguish
which of these three
is most transparently
exploitive and disempowering
our SunShine EcoSystem,
To dialogically determine
which is most polyculturally vulnerable
to inflaming
already repressive Patriarchal/Capitalism,
Which is most unenlightened
and monotheistically RightWing
StraightWhiteMale
LeftBrain dominant
May also be the unholy Fascist fascinated
demonizing ecowomanist healthy choice
and Earth as sacred Goddess
panentheistically denying,
Holy Nature/Spirit indigenous defying,
climatically degenerative Nationalism, yes,
but also, more fundamentally dualistic,
AnthroSupremacism
over ecofeminist healthy wealth
of fertile sacred Earth
Where monoculturing climate "change"
may become most easily defined
by Yanged out RightWing predation
fueled by a competitive economy
of hierarchical
from-above produced
and massively media marketed scarcity,
rather than from-within
ecological healthy robust wealth integrity.
Then again,
I could also see win/win opportunity
for health as wealthy polycultural activity
in co-immigrating away from global fear
of nuclear nationalistic hostility
Emigrating toward global polypathic thrival
post-secularizing revival
of sacredly uniting cooperativity
principles of Eartherapeutic Energy
as healthy integral international democracy,
NonViolent Communication fueled
by
and for
and with Whole
Holistic
Holy EarthTribal
win/win systemic
authentic
intricate
exquisite sacred global integrity.
There were elephants and bees... wild salmon, slugs, and trees
The Lord had blessed with Mother Nature as their nurse.
Along with flowers, birds and bats... jelly fish and tiger cats
To make this planet more ominifarious and diverse.
The Lord had algorithms to equate and ecosystems to create
All done at quite the hectic pace.
But all ruined when he stumbled and spectacularly fumbled
When against his better judgement... he made the Human race.
The Lord's embarrassment was such... he didn't visit much
But was later compelled to take a peek... he saw
The weather getting warmer with a MacDonald's on every corner...
It was enough to make a Deity want to freak.
The place in need of some repair... with pollution everywhere
With the forests and meadows now in deep decline.
But the thing that got his goat and really rocked his boat...
There was a Starbucks in the Church of the Divine.
The Lord in some revulsion considered our expulsion
But brought forth Salvation to improve our cosmic brand.
However... we compounded his frustration by flirting with damnation
Embracing vile habits sure to force his hand.
The Lord unleashed pandemics and eruptions.. epidemics and disruptions
As the Human Race in all its glory remained perverse.
But nothing seemed to work... against our oddities and quirks
Making us the cockroaches of the known Universe.
The Lord bent on elimination of our unseemly infestation
Pondered many years before he gave a shout.
The solution right before his eyes... prepared to say goodbye
As Monkey Pox was sure to wipe us out.
Yes... Monkey Pox was sure to wipe us out.
Now to those who doubt the Lord his gender as a Male
Should not prevail and give their head a twist.
For it the Lord was something other... or something quite another...
There'd be more flowers and the Human race would not exist.
When they pleasure powered down to rest,
their twin-engine heart was beating still
at the arterial warp speed of galactic love
With the endorphin catalyst fuel shutdown,
the rocket passion blast
was nearing impulse horizontal inertia
The space mariner woman at the bed starboard helm,
told her right-hand man navigating
to turn the hip thrusters off
They were entering the nebulous
mind-meld zone
A mysterious space-time place,
where the soul pulsar gravitational curvature
formed a time slip-knot:
A bonding phenomenon where time slip not
The captain of this supernova class starship,
guided the navigator’s empath thoughts
with her sparkling, ruby-coated lips
Giving moaning, non-verbal commands telepathically
Alerting him where the next neutrino ******
micro-particles would hit at multiple vulnerable spots
Opening ecstasy fissures in the epidermal hull skin
As other asteroidal pelvic disruptions
made the body-shaped ship merge force-field shudder
The time slip-knot
was a quantum quirk realm of hot
dilithium electromagnetic loving
They were caught in the invisible force
of two strong gender poles of attraction ...
causing time to slip not
The stars were frozen into place
like a crystalline solar plasma lake,
due to the time slip-knot
The dimension where perfunctory
social thermodynamic physics were forgot
The fastest stream of consciousness
slowed to a virtual excitation phase shift halt ...
Reversing the anticipated climax ecliptic slingshot,
lovemaking vibrations moved with stilled thought velocity —
Reaching the outer limits where time slip not
The starship enters into a centripetal vortex of sweat,
plunging into the black hole of no biochemical regret
Coming out on the other side
of the molecular maelstrom kinetic frenzy
Solar sailing thru the null pain void,
on serene serotonin waves of the deep-space emotional sea
Charting the light-years of joy ahead,
flight destination: twin planets X’ura and N’gora,
the charming, AI computer voice said
Retreating into their co-joined cushioned pod,
they rode the erotic cosmic journey out
in suspended romantic animation —
Face to face
IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS
I am demanding my own star in the sky when I die
I’ve handled all the hardships no judge can deny
I survived the obstacles nature placed in my path
Withstood the inanity from my fellow man’s wrath
I’ve survived droughts, earthquakes and eruptions
Tsunamis, typhoons, monsoons, solar flare disruptions
Windstorms, snowstorms, blizzards ,freezing rains
Fires, landslides, mud slides, avalanches , hurricanes
I survived famines, plagues, wildfires, epidemics
Deforestation, comets, meteors, pandemics
That’s not enough my fellow man added a few
Here are some inane things that I’m forced to do
Obey signs as they come into view, bump, go slo
Turns only, no turns, detour, tow away, no go
No exit, no passing, no horn, must turn right
Left turn only, tow away zone, delayed light
Exit, yield, no parking, enter, do not enter
Bus, school zone, hospital zone, civic center
Deer crossing, school crossing, soft shoulders
Subject to flooding, watch out for boulders
These are the instructions I follow each time
Every weekday morning from eight to nine
The rest of my time of sophisticated existence
Is evading compliance to mundane persistence