Best Distorts Poems
Somber is the color of the day...
Window glass distorts the view, of the dreary afternoon
Prisms of light cavorting outside, are reflected from the dew
and rainbows are splashed, from an old pewter lamp
as if to divert me of my mood
While quietly, I sit, and ponder it all, my pen is close, my chin in hand
Pinned back, my strands, a sweater, old, is pulled around the chill
woven in colors, of various yarns, as varied as thoughts that take me away
My mind is lost in a wakened dream
While trees are tossed about in winter wind,
and leaves lay dead beneath the snowy mounds
a fire glows, and a storm now keeps me bound
One shard of light from a neighbor's home
across the hill, a distant mile
The dimness in a room from winter sighs...
then something sparks a word ...a line, .. a verse, ... a lullaby ...
The day is sadder than the words I had found...
so somber is the day that keeps me bound
I hide away this moment....a cup of tea, a Golden Lab for company..
One peek beyond the distant hill, a touch of sun
A glimpse of mountain, pastures deep, my dog that sleeps...
A momentary chance to free my soul
In just a brief, but deep departure from the ordinary...
I explore my thoughts, search my heart, wonder what this day will bring...
I watched old memories, long kept cold, ...unfold as if a dream
Unsort, relive, those worlds untold....
Exploring new words, I now have found
Stumbling through my mind, unintended
Watching the words tumble as if unattended...
Unfolding, exploding, and falling in chaos
Paying no mind to the reader's conception
Cleansing, pleasing, as my soul fits the pieces...
Beneficial.... to the reader...will it matter? Who knows?...
But a satisfying journey traveled and found
by myself....and for myself, ....as the one who's creating...
Looking out from blurry windows...a dark day continues ...
on a somber colored day, that kept me bound.....
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A wet mist wraps itself around my shoulders
like a damp bath towel:
while my spine shudders at its touch.
A skim-milk sky retains a bluish tinge
as a yellow sun swims behind a reef of clouds
absorbing its light like a thirsty sponge.
And I see my world through a grey lens
that distorts my vision;
like I'm wearing the wrong prescription glasses.
Both sky and land don sullied shades of grey:
as if Autumn's heart were pierced,
and its vibrant colors, all bled away.
Winter winds, laden with flakes of snow,
scatter scarlet, gold, orange, and crimson leaves:
sweeping them under a carpet of white on white,
seemingly overnight.
And so it goes. Seated, contemplative. A sudden cacophony abiding. Many floods ebb then flow; good/bad. Memories distilled, truth distorts. Folly found fair ‘gainst fear flames fanned. Shame ignorance opened, book bound veracity logged. Guardrails bent, bowed, betray. Step, then step again, mindlessly tumbling ‘cross lifescape willy, tilting nilly. Ramble shambles consequences unvetted. Year strategy unfolds unscripted. And then once more. The chronological avalanche swift recall swipes quickly to next. Where I have been, never again, yet reminiscent, always. Trails erased and failed anew. Aging days no longer brighter, burning coals dim to ash till heat demise.
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erosion attitude
season’s grind edges away
saves stack each upon each
Quote No.1
“As you live deeper in the heart~
The mirror gets clearer and cleaner.”
_Quote by Rumi
Oh God,
You have created me
In your image and likeness-
The mirror of your love.
What do you see
When you gaze upon me?
Your image and likeness?
Or just a hazy semblance
Dulled by the sticky film that forms
On a mirror left unattended?
Your image is surely there, Lord.
Teach me, I pray,
To faithfully cleanse away that film
Which obscures the clarity of you-
Those everyday pollutants
That distorts your reflection-
So that, what you are
And what you see in me,
Are clearly, one.
There was a time when
pleasure came on the tip of a tongue.
When fear fled and the senses
did indulge.
Though visions dim and
sound distorts, dismays…
the tang of sweet and sour stay
abides within the aged form
in figureless grace.
Released are we aged crones and cronies
no longer the baited traps, the pollen
for the laden prongs
of progeny.
I wonder if your children rise at night
And haunt the shadows with your name
I wonder if memory would take flight
Were you now as then the cuddled same
How did you come to me the first time
What did we say to start the flame
Our romance fell apart in its sweet prime
But O I love you then, just the same
Not deep enough to fast for food or sleep
Not strong enough to yield a diamond tear
Not angry enough to find a cliff and leap
You were special, but not to me most dear
So what then this feeling I cannot shake
Since your sudden death to me was told
No guilt could make me as stars keep wake
For that which was nobody's gold
Yet, my dear, you were always something
Much better than the best of us, a gem
We did not know the value of, no king
Was finish in rule ... no rose without a stem
You were the silent part that value brought
To longing, weary, harried hearts
The butterfly in death's destroying net caught
The light that pious prism distorts
Farewell, Royna, I pray your quest for happiness
Will make us meet again ... beyond this vale
Of callousness ... in brighter verdant plain. Rest
In your little while ... God's meries never fail.
I'm begging you with every inch of my sanity,
The sky is painted by the lights in your eyes tonight,
I tremble in frustration, as I will myself not to kiss you,
And for the first time I donêt want to win this fight,
Let me surrender, captured by your love,
Let me fall into sweet solace as I pretend I'm all right,
Off-guard and out of hand, you caught me where I stand,
Eye-opening, soul-wrenching passion I thought Iêd never know,
I was battered and broken, tattered and torn,
Damaged beyond repair and yet there you were,
Willing to be the one to pick me up, healing more than skin will show,
But fear fills my heart as I feel myself falling deeper,
Into a situation where vulnerable is all I could be,
I see myself losing strength, lost in your arms reality disappears,
I can't help but imagine I'm dreaming,
Such happiness has never found me before,
Through the haze of heat and kisses this feeling distorts my logic,
I know I should be guarded, protecting that which matters most,
But I hunger for you to figure me out and unravel my secrets,
And I thirst for you to throw your feelings on me, never holding back,
Despite my better judgment I can't help but be beaten,
Lost in a whirlwind of lust and love it's hard to tell what's real,
You stop me spinning and point the way and lead me to salvation,
You fill my lungs with breath so sweet and leave me feeling healed,
And so I'm begging you with every inch of my sanity,
Hold me close and tight;
I've tripped on that kiss,
And stumbled into Love tonight.
Society has exactly no bounds.
Now many of you males and females judge yourself by the pound.
Scared to be your own person because society expects you to look a way, act a way, and be a way.
"Every look you take in the mirror distorts your vision and it gets less clearer"
Look in the mirror look again, take a long Look... This is you, now all you have to do is figure out who that person is on the inside.
You are your own person, you have your own style, you have your own walk, you have your own talk.
My plea to you is to never let society tell you what's beautiful and what's not, what you should wear.
Trust me it takes time but just know its all worth it just like you.
In Heaven
You're in a better home.
There are no vicious attacks there
but beautiful angels sing.
Assured by the florist.
Roses have no thorns,
sorrow is always banished,
discomfort exists not more.
The weather is always mild
and butterflies abound,
flowers produce perfume,
pollen clogs no lungs.
Down here the thunder rumbles
the storm distorts the roads.
Birds hide in their wobbly nests,
fog oppresses our chests.
Still we leave some flowers
beside your cold memorial stone.
Then we tramp back home
across the snowy moor.
Sad but consoled.
Let it go..
A stream of thoughts ..
Of which some are negative..
Flows inside you.
Through you..
Thoughts a constant battle .
Hauntingly disrupts your own clarity..
Distorts you .
Erodes you..
Subjected to it..
Wrapped in the stream of worries
Negativity arrives at your own finish line..
A race ..
A battle..
Cease fighting..
Succumb to what is..
Existence it is..
Let it go..
Let it be..
For the only power it had..
Was indeed the power you had given it..
Acknowledge..
Accept..
Wave goodbye to the steam of those thoughts..
Let it go..
Let it be .
Distortions shall diminish..
Your own finish line will receive clarity..
A crystal clear awakening had begun..
Your beautiful energy flows inside you..
Though you..
Peacefully ..
Gracefully..
Lovingly..
Embrace the flow..
In the looking glass, a reflection pained,
A self-portrait, a visage marred and strained,
Unrecognizable, sight hard to bear,
Time-stamped emotions etched, lines of despair.
Pain and loneliness, from the eyes do peep,
A mirror's truth, emotions buried deep,
Over times, I seek my personal gaze,
Expecting joy, yet dust distorts the maze.
Compassion and kindness, I dream to find,
Yet the mirror reflects a world unkind,
The time's toll, a transformation untold,
Once admired, now a story of the old.
In mirrored self, I find both truth and art,
A portrait painted by the soul's own heart.
To love your country,
you must commit yourself indefinetly;
there are no doubts, or fears
when it comes to defend it fervently..
do it for the sake of your family,
or your countrymen who wish for peace!
They will send you to distant lands,
away from your loved ones...
to uphold freedom and its sanctity,
and you'll shine with bravery!
Anytime peace is threatened,
you'll retaliate and engage in combat,
true soldiers always fight with self-confidence,
never retreat in any circumstance!
There'll be days of fright , of darkness and despair,
and nights to shed tears on cold pillows;
no tender eyes to glance into or arms to embrace,
but surrendering distorts your honor!
As the mission comes to its end suddenly,
and you are one of the surviivors to declare victory,
although you'll also grieve for the fallen ones:
you'll wave your flag to the calmest skies!
To love your country,
you must avail yourself of dignity
and protect its borders vigilantly;
be aware of its tremendous cost:
risk your own life,or allow
the enemy to toast!
Racism kills
Outlaw racism
Racism deprives
Outlaw racism
Racism deceives
Outlaw racism
Racism steals
Outlaw racism
Racism manipulates
Outlaw racism
Racism distorts
Outlaw racism
Racism ultimately denies someone else's rights and entire existence
Outlaw racism
"A Moment Before the Kiss"
vision distorts
the shadows blend
hypnotic entrance
eyes close the darkness
next level up
transforms golden
as the eyes open
channels switch
tongues not
used for talking
words no longer
necessary
we walk through
the door to a place
of mystery
elemental
closed until that
singular moment
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
The curvature of the eye,
marred by irregularity, distorts.
Rain falling through the aqueous orb
of eye or earth prisms,
propelling points of light skyward,
producing rainbows.
Sunlight following by the curve
curls rising ever skyward
from the steaming surface
of earth and sea to joining
on the wind.
The curvature of the eye
marred by irregularity distorts.
The child looks out and up
into the parental face, through the lashes
of this imperfect form and settles, smiling.
knowing no norm, only accepting the is.
The adult: cut, crisp, dried, and molded,
cries; mourning the loss of perfection
denying the value of imperfection
with a stubbornness born of naming.
Name nothing, for in not naming,
the eye can accept all things as beautiful.
First Published in Dual Coast Magazine Issue 1 2014