Best Every Which Way Poems
the mind
flees
any prison
that traps
the body,
for it is
f r e e...
no tether
can keep it
tied down.
it can never be
fenced in
or caged
within four walls.
it has feathers
that can't be plucked
it's free to roam
to soar
with sturdy wings
that can't be clipped;
freer than
any bird that can fly!
it goes places
they can't follow.
it's so free...
like wind
blowing
every which way
A cousin named Chaos have I (he’s not actually my cousin. He’s like my aunt’s stepson, but I guess I can still call him a cousin, right?)
There’s nothing that he will not try (like the day he let all the chickens loose from the coop and they were running like chickens with their heads cut off. Isn’t that an expression or something? Chaos is crazy like those chickens were)
Since he follows no rule (He laughs at me because I try to write perfectly metered limericks and he thinks everyone should just write free and BE free in all they do.)
He got kicked out of school (it was so funny. He set off the fire alarm and all the kids were running every which way, much like those chickens he let loose in his barnyard. Now he is saying he wants to become an anarchist.)
So to anarchy school he’ll apply!
Gosh, he’s right. This limerick sucks. It’s much more fun having no restrictions, just letting my thoughts go anywhere I want them to take me, kind of like stream of consciousness writing or something. Too bad I can’t be all surreal-like, then I might make it into the newfangled modern poetry magazines. Most people don’t even consider limericks to be real poems. DANG it, I feel another one coming on.
Cousin Chaos, I now do hear tell
That you’ve found a new school, so learn well
Your anarchy ways.
In limerick phase
I’ll be stuck while you give people hell.
Crap. Even trying to write like Chaos, I just can’t do it. I just keep conforming to rules of poetry forms like limerick. I just know my cousin will be laughing his chicken head off when he reads this. Yeah, the old chicken motif again. Always relating things together. So much for Chaos! I’m outta here.
Written chaotically last week sometime for contest of same name
A nobody
Scared by the sound of his own voice
Following the girl home from school
In his mind this is normal
Stalking girls
He grabs her jacket
Pulling her backwards unto the ground
Placing a cloth around her nose and mouth
Gagging her until she sleeps for a while
He drags her through the woods
Branches hitting her every which way he turns
Dragging her along until he reaches the cabin
Picking her up over his shoulders opening the door to the cellar
Locking the door behind him he walks down the stairs slowly
He places her on a chair and ties her wrist to the handles
Tying her feet to the legs of the chair
Tightening the rope around her neck to the back of the chair
He undresses her waiting for her to wake up
Several hours pass
She wakes up
Sweating and screaming
Crying and yelling at him
He places duct tape around her mouth
Placing a knife against her stomach
She groans and yelps
He takes the knife away and looks at her
Grabbing her face and telling her shes beautiful
He turns around and stands with his back towards her
As he starts to say
But its the beautiful people that need fixing
He takes the tape off her face and holds her chin tightly
He carves a smile on her face
Cutting her mouth from ear to ear
Telling her
Smile dear it makes you adorable
He grins and sits the knife down
Laughing as she bleeds
She tries to move her mouth
It just drops open
He looks at her smiling
Now that makes you truly beautiful
He leaves her there for a while
Later returning
Placing a needle with a string attached to it
Sticking it into the skin around her mouth that is hanging open
He stitches her back together
Cant make up his mind
He slaps her and leaves her there for another few days
She sits with her eyes peeled wide open
A tear falling as she tries wiggling her hand free from the rope
As she frees her hand she runs her fingers over her stitches
Only to find out her whole mouth has been stitched together
She cant speak
She can only mumble
She frees the rest of her limbs
Trying to stand up and walk but she's to weak and falls
He runs down the stairs
Yelling at her to get up
She doesn't move
He kicks her in the stomach
She doesn't budge
He picks her up and uses her as a puppet
For his own needs
He then buries her beside his other victims
Only to find out shes still alive
Her hand slips through the dirty old mud
5-28-2013
Fear Of The Unknown
That sudden unknown, so unrevealing,
it's the tell-tale trademark of the one in question
as it sets off nerves in every-which-way,
plainly creeping aimlessly neath our epidermis.
Shock-waves traipse, recruiting ghostly minions to crawl hither,
steeping the fleshy folds with squirming eels marinade,
forever slithering downward and chilling our brittle bones,
while simultaneously causing us to gnash our pearly whites.
Until we came upon the realization,
that what had truly manifested itself,
was a self-induced fear that was so absorbing,
it had overwhelmed the mind in consuming anxiety,
losing control of our mental faculties,
proffering it free-will to buildup theoretical obsessions,
and alternate concessions.
2019 November 25
*1st Place*
Goosebumps
~~Delilah Ventura
Leaping in barefoot abandon
Soaring every which way from Sunday
Laughter effortlessly exhaling cool breezes.
Lounging on nature’s lush carpet
Silhouette illumined by carefree serenity
Lapping up rays and shining them back
Licorice sticks and crackers and brie
Sweet plumpness of kiwi and mango and peach
Licking ripe juices off contented grin
Long luscious showers in waterfall glory
Swirling delightfully playfully pure
Lingering loving caresses of freshness
Last blush of daylight’s electrical charge
Sunset yields gracefully generously kind
Lights flicker syntax where space enfolds meaning
Lay here beside me
Savor my dream
Let my enchantment touch yours
This hurts too much,
Even though at times
Its the best thing ever.
However, the pain I feel right now
Is destroying all that I am.
I feel worthless and dumb.
Vunerable and used.
I also feel loved and special.
Beautiful and wanted.
These feeling are so extreme in every which way possible.
I love how I feel when with you
I hate how I feel guilty when we part
I love looking in your eyes
I hate when mine cry
Your fingers along my face also touches her
Those lips that drive me crazy
Are sleeping against her neck tonight
I love who I am around you
I hate what I have turned into
I love the way you make me feel
I hate that she must feel that as well
No matter how good it feels
This pain is too much to bear
I love you
I truely truely do
But the hurt is not worth
The random few moments of bliss.
Goodbye, my love-hate lover
Goodbye
**Note**
This is a letter/poem I wrote for someone special. But it moves me so much every time i
read it, I thought maybe someone else would enjoy reading it as well. 'To write is to share
with the world, how we all feel but never speak of' Lisa
In a world of opinions and plastic,
answers to questions become bendable ..
Stretching every which way, when elastic
We have Barbie and Ken, that are able
In a world of, all for me, some for you
Stretching in all ways, being elastic ..
Barbie says this, Ken has a point of view
which causes division, so much static
In a world of fairness, wrong verses right
Stretching in ways that is so dramatic,
views being unmatched, the pulling is tight ..
tension exists, in a world of plastic
Barbie and Ken tangle each point of view
In a world of, all for me, some for you
_________________
Just a little Scribble
~ Lingering thoughts ~
Still trying to understand
"I loved her since the day I met her" by _Poet
I miss her much more now each and every day
She was my love in every which way
She walks her own lone path now
Wiped me from her brow
Beating here
Wow
Beating there
Memories do bow
In many ways I know how
So many words I wish to just say
I miss her much more now each and every day
How do I start retirement? With grandsons galore, cooking and cleaning, barrel of fun, and a runway to the twin cities. What’s next, you ask, on this escape from my library duty? Well let’s say it arrived by mail. A timed gift for the week I return. A night out? A rolex chuckle? The grand surprise? A two month jaunt downtown. I will have a seat to listen to arghhhhhh grand jury court. One day I just might begin my life. For now, I do my civic duty and for others with an arthritic limp to boot, and fireworks.
ups and downs, stairwells
leading every which way —
life’s possible house
6/22/2021
in the pursuit of shadows
i found myself lost in darkness,
then you came along
shining your light so I could see
ensnared in a cobweb of despair....
the more I tried to break free;
the more entangled I became,
then you came along
and helped pry me loose
my heart, adrift, floated waywardly
from sea to sea in search of a safe harbor,
then you came along
and made it a home in yours
my faith, at the mercy of the wind;
a leaf blown every which way,
then you came along
and anchored it to the ground
Looking and searching up at the sky,
to find all the things flying so high,
to see the sun's rays shining so bright,
to see the moons face light up the night.
Watching the clouds that float and sail,
watching the stars twinkle never fail,
seeing the wind blow gently each day,
seeing the rain pour and rush every which way.
The tops of trees growing so tall,
the leaves from its branches always to fall,
the oxygen we need is found in this air,
in the sky it is held to breathe everywhere.
Flying and soaring, airplanes and birds,
to describe the sky needs so many words,
but finding the things flying so high,
means looking and searching up at the sky.
Dearest love,
I hope this letter finds you in a well form.
You are constantly what I dream of,
Your flawless image loving and warm.
It’s been too long since I’ve seen your face,
Since I’ve held your hand and kissed your dimpled cheeks.
I’m no longer comfortable in this place,
These last calamitous weeks.
I’ve not heard your laughter or voice,
I’ve not held you or rubbed your back.
But essentially it’s your choice,
And I understand the necessities I lack.
I long for the times of happiness and joy,
Missing you every second of every day.
Joking and teasing oh so coy,
Enjoying each other in every which way.
I miss hearing you talk about anything at all,
I sit longingly and alone waiting for a call.
But the time slows down and begins to erase.
How long until you forget my face?
I’m left with memories and endless pictures.
How long until I can see you and kiss you like times long ago?
A plan of hope and healing ensures,
What we both crave to know.
How long will you wait for me and linger?
How long until I wait to put the ring on your finger?
We’ve battled the hardest part,
A long distance between us meant nothing before.
A forever longing heart,
Stifled out because I cannot have more.
When does the healing start,
How long until I’m done with this war.
But my love, I do digress,
I just miss you so much.
I’m making the progress,
The yearning of your touch.
I’ll await your reply and hope it is well.
With a heavy sigh, I can never tell.
So I sign this letter with hugs and kisses,
Hoping for success and fulfilling wishes.
Xoxo, forever yours my love.
I look forward to the future, my sparkling dove.
To just wake precious one day,
And see our heavens filled with ribbons in God's sky.
Flying in patterns, every which way.
Satiny and soft~ swishing, as the winds may.
A beautiful, ribbony relief for all of humankind to see.
To uplift not only me, but more significantly...thee!
10/5/2020
3pm PST
Not all my faults were mine
See, if you follow every line,
Cracked yearly by life's quakes
After every turn she takes
What did not fall apart
Was recycled, to restart,
Not knowing now or then
She'd fractured, yet again
Basking on bone and skin
A wrinkle forms, o, so thin,
A crevice I cannot erase
From neither body or face
Find me as I am today
Scattered, every which way,
Debris making up my shell
Altogether, a story do tell
From their beginnings humble
To ending all a jumble,
I, not smooth nor fine
Not all my faults were mine.
He unexpectedly lost the other half
of his soul. Now he's merely
an empty shell, crushed under
the elephantine encumbrance
of unimaginable grief.
The hours are miserably long;
nights are infinitely longer.
He's a thousand shards of glass;
crushed coarse and fine
in equal measure.
The coarse pieces of himself
he's picked up from the asphalt.
The fine remnants remain
perpetually scattered
every which way.
He'll never be the same
Crushed by grief yet he still
soldiers on with life. Slowly, a smile
is returning to his face and eyes.
His wife's memory, his consolation.
CRUSHED Poetry Contest (Winner: 4th Place)
Sponsored by Anthony Biaanco
Date written: 06/16/2020