Best Encumbrances Poems
(Dedicated to those who have found true love
for the very first time)
Written a ton of poems
Many of them silly, many about love
Have decades of experience
But the love I'm feeling now
Surpasses any I have ever experienced before
In my whole entire life
Free of encumbrances or prejudices
Finally able to just let the love flow
And where it stops, is where it stops
My heart explodes with excitement
The thought that after all these many years
I have finally found the one
That special someone with the heart of an angel
The soul of the most precious being
I have ever had the exquisite pleasure to know
I call her my love, my absolute treasure
I'm on top of love's mountain
Way up high feeling the fresh waves of love
Engulf me with a rapture sublime
Writing poetry brings out my deepest feelings
Feelings I have never ever felt before
Even after all these many years
I am still learning how to love
© Jack Ellison 2014
Oh if i had the wings of an eagle
i would swoon to pick you up
and take you to a place
i call never land
where passion is the beverage
that parched lips taste
where scorching love cascade
never are your desires gratified 100%
they are continually foraged
upon the bed of elation
diminish burdens and be uninhibited
let go of all your encumbrances
let me my love liberate your mind and soul
as i take you on a fervent journey
that will tantalize your very essence
and trigger an excruciating nostalgia
that only can be pacified by I
IN MY HEART THERE’S A MELODY
In my heart there’s a melody
A song that must be sung
That melody is sweeter
Than when it first begun
Each day the joy increases
As that melody persists
That melody is Jesus
A melody, my heart cannot resist.
In my heart there’s a melody
I want all the world to share
This melody’s so sweet
It fills any heart that cares.
Cares for a brother
To help him on his way
Place a touch of heaven’s joy
In another’s heart today.
In my heart there’s a melody
Placed there by my Saviour
To make this life more joyful
Regardless of other’s behaviour.
For this melody transcends
Every single circumstance
Joy reigns supreme
Regardless of encumbrances.
In my heart there’s a melody
It’s not a human thing
But a spiritual blessing
That the Holy Spirit brings.
It is my prayer for you
That you will hear it too
For this melody’s so beautiful
Of this world, it’ll change your view.
Copyright © Maureen LeFanue 2007-2012
www.maureenlefanue.com
Longing for the days gone by
When cares were soon forgotten
Which now linger oppressively
Odorous, like fruit turned rotten.
Carefree were those bygone days
Random notions came and went
Imagination rambling like crazes
I was not afraid to experiment.
Days passed swiftly into years
Encumbrances kept piling atop
My eyes often filled up with tears
Memories became my only sop.
Now, time has come with aging
I remember those by-gone days
My mind will often go foraging
Now I have grown set in my ways.
written June 29, 2021
W as it just yesterday when
I found a vestibule
R ight next to my goals
E lse something is wrong, which brings
D elineation of a moral code!
I would set the world afire with political desire to achieve and to aspire.
I am going to be a political activist on women rights.
I have step-to-the-cause to claim ownership of my rights.
I am a political powerhouse not to deny.
I have Thunderclap and no response transgress.
Now the world I am within is in a doctrinal arrest.
Transmutation has taken place to transpire social injustice.
Transformation becomes work ethics.
The solidification of a soul is a sensation inner cored
Underlying posture of strength positioned to win.
Bearing the cargoes of a ship those encumbrances of conspiracy,
Insofar, I am the scent of my soul.
Therefore, I am a cannon passing through time not afraid to live for what is right.
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Penned on October 12, 2014 @ 12:11 AM EST!
ENTER INTO MY MIND
Enter into my mind an existential maze – a passing phase of distortion
where illusions create beliefs and biographical misapportions.
From start to end chained to memories in cell blocks of time.
Who can know the world above; the world below; the in between
of reflective glow. From our time to no time; from our space to
no space; from living thoughts to spirits in a secret death.
Encumbrances to create meaning limited to the here and now.
What purpose; cries the hopeless mind, wild as the wind
on a snowy day.
The future portends to come from now. The past awry to disavow the illusion,
set up and cross matched to a reality of senses with no known meaning.
It seems I need the diversions from the fibrotic interplay of synapses gone astray.
Staying in the present path along a familiar highway helps when the
lights turn green and I am allowed to go.
My existential morass in poetic form plays upon insistent themes.
Emotes from an invisible person have rendered me upon the page
as having lived between two bridges one analytical, the other emotional.
Where the river meets, down stream another bridge stands as I look in wonder
whims may become a blessing or a curse
pushing one toward certain ruin or worse
drinking from the deep well of evasion
well versed in dark practices of persuasion
fixating on dreams of what ought to be
avoiding what mirrors reality
totally free of social encumbrances
in spite of what the best assumption is
wandering through this life oblivious
hiding from anything too obvious
urge to be free of all expectation
jumped right into without hesitation
do not question need to swallow it whole
subtle art of self-induced mind control
****'s Wool *
Written: By Tom Wright
1/21/03
Deep thoughts often dormant lie,
In un-swept corners of my mind.
Unless God, awakens by and by,
"Dust Bunnies" are all I find.
I seek today thoughts not oppressed,
Not simply enticing words or frill.
Nor as ****'s wool to be expressed,
But thoughts worthy of ink and quill.
*Dusty encumbrances to domestic cleanliness
to wend through golden grasses of my past
with chill winds at my back from o'er the hill
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
thus far behind me stands that boy, miscast
while just a jester, much too bright and shrill
to wend through golden grasses of my past
the latter lad, thus pressed to love too fast
so saved his heart to burnish, soft and still
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
he stumbled into manhood, loves amassed
with wisdom gained from tragedy and thrill
to wend through golden grasses of my past
encumbrances and burdens grew too vast
while finding warmth in darkness and a pill
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last
so now I cross the fields of time, steadfast
renewed with all the love one heart can will
to wend through golden grasses of my past
oh how I wish the glow of spring would last.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Brian's Choice 10, Any Form, Any Theme" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 3rd Place ~ in the "Your Best 2019-2020 Villanelle" Poetry Contest, William Kekaula, Judge & Sponsor.
GOODLUCK
Gutless muffled monarch wooed millions to the poll,
Our feeble lord enforced by pathetic speech of poverty (I once had no shoes)
On congruent grounds of pain we forced him, though we hated his coterie.
Disappointed, we wail waiting surrogate to lead to unending journey of relief
Lackluster, jejune as pervading rot lingers
Unvaried captain rocks our boat, gagged around by plunderers.
Circles of death, twinge, pauperdom and miseries mocks the reign of naivety.
Kleptocrat adorn self in regalia, loved the honor. lacks duty
EBELE
Embezzlers of collective trust bequeathed in hope,
Bandits as conniving ministers besmirched our obtuse scamp
Egregious, craven, shrieked at the sound of war (I am not a lion)
Laggard lumper loon left fanatical murderers at our doorsteps
Encumbrances from his delinquent clan divide the love for mother land
DAME
Damp squib's duchess of indecent tongue, never feels a vestige of restraint
Academic 'double misnomer' with licence to libel,
Merriment and intrigue feigned as obligations,
Edgy. encumbrance though ceaselessness forms their amity.
PATIENCE
Punk pretending and purloining to private vaults
Adventurous nerve for futile globe trot
Twitchy at the affairs of state, though Unemployed by sensible Poll
Intoxicated by serendipity, shaming all with activity
Euphemistic drama Usurps Scrappy literacy on cultured observers
Crude verbiages to amuse myriad of eggheads (my Fellow widows)
Encomium of Yesterday's approval turned sour and Tsar inept mode prevails
Jokers jostled in enthusiasm to rule, (politicking for 2015)
Onslaught from 'Boko-Haram' drove sleep from wearied countrymen
Numbed as "hoipolloi" echoed NO to mistimed removal,
Alas, the fraud, rapscallion looted the poor to a blindfold
Tyrannic cloaked his garb in power busted on the streets with the troop
Higgledy-piggledy bugled the travesty of Democracy
Amidst the rubble of a crumbling amalgam
Nigerian Lords watched the drama secured among a troop we die helpless
I wish I could fly
I would fly into the inner recesses
Of wicked men's hearts
And plant tenderly flowers of love
I wish I could fly
I would fly from boredom to freedom
And from life's encumbrances
But they are the stuff life is made of
I wish I could fly
I would fly to all troubled spots in the world
And sow seeds of peace and harmony
Thereby enthroning equity and Justice
I wish I could fly
I would fly into the heart of Dictator Trump
And replace stupidity with wisdom
To acknowledge that election has been lost and won
Writing is a way to speak
when minds are strong
but bodies weak
to battle very long
When no one seems to want to hear
thoughts overpowering your heart
writing can express what's dear
with honour, truth and art
It lifts your soul when feeling sad
and satisfies a hungry crave
It brings awareness never had
and makes a coward brave
It can relieve encumbrances
have freedom from all ties
Writing brings remembrances
lost and forgotten cries
It's a place where one can vent
hidden and unspoken moods
a sanctuary where the time is spent
within life's interlude
Writings brings forth revelations
and you wonder at the creator of your mind
You look upon each new creation
fulfilled in what you find
It seems that there is nothing greater
when all thoughts need setting free
than when you put the pen to paper
and can breathe .. and love .. and be ..
Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy
quilts rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin
MineCraft nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction,
sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby,
credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch,
leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters,
readied shutterfly trap, uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun,
cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin,
labored maternal newborn,
one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously,
voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates
the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey
(initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source
secures survivor against pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend
encumbrances triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls
along the space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
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Biological copulation draws Easter egg,
fecund gooey glommed gametes
heralding zygote
(adroit bitcoin currency)
describing extemporaneous fusion
generate hormonal influx
juices kickstarting life manifold
natural occurrence pregnancy quilts
rudimentary secrete tapestry
until vicar wizard yields
zealous adorable biological concatenation,
derivative extrapolated filigreed
Gonads heft, induce jointly knotted linkedin MineCraft
nascent occurrence
presaging quintessential reproduction, sharing third trimester,
umbilical venerated womb
yawping zee amazing baby, credit deoxyribonucleic acid,
enigma fantastically grand
husband injected jetted klatch, leaving microscopic nothings,
opportunistically pierced quarters, readied shutterfly trap,
uterus vibrantly welded
* * * * * * * * *
yoked zappa bun, cooked definitive enchilada,
formula generations hardy
induced jimmied kin, labored maternal newborn, one pricked queue,
randiness spurred testes ubiquitously, voyaged whimpering yelper
thence subjected to the royal treatment
whence reality inundates the full term offspring
upon a lifelong journey (initially as a foreigner sans in utero),
but willfulness viz life source secures survivor
against the pinging peccadilloes
learning by trial and error to iron out kinks
as one among the human league
since the modus operandi to transcend encumbrances
triggers built in impetus
to traverse poet tent shill pitfalls along
space/time continuum trajectory
which adversity only serves to net greater strength
since that instantaneous and spontaneous bitmap
encoded upon conception.
THE GREATEST PERFORMANCE OF MY LIFE
Ahhh… I had performed so many characters in my life.
A mother, then a single mother with all its encumbrances
of being a breadwinner, a homemaker and sometimes
a substitute father, a grandmother and now a retiree.
I worked in so many different positions, doing my all
in each of them, receiving awards and acknowledgements
for a work well done or for my contributions, inputs for
better procedures in improving the workflow and productivity.
Most of all, I made sure of being financially independent
before retiring for I want to be comfortable without thinking
of finances and I do not want to be a burden to my children.
To me, these were not performances, they were responsibilities.
Responsibilities to myself, to my children and to my work.
And now, I am having the greatest performance of my life.
Living the moment, doing the things I want to do, sharing
my blessings, my gifts to my loved ones and close friends.
Reinventing myself, learning, exploring, changing every day
the best possible way, not making a big deal of little things,
accepting what I cannot change, being grateful for what
I have and appreciating my loved ones and close friends.
Most of all being thankful to Him and trusting Him more
each day, living for today with no cares, worries and fear.
6/5/22 The Greatest Performance Of My Life Poetry
JCB Brul