Best Externally Poems
“You try to be faithful
And sometimes you're cruel.
You are mine. Then, you leave.
Without you, I can't cope."
Rumi
in the kingdom of love,
nothing is simple,
not even musings,
so tell me:
in your annoyance
do you still think of me
or am i just another
common cliché
in Rumi's philosophies
for cosmic connections,
must we be a
contradiction of circumstance
when our story has been sung
beyond the reach of stars,
so despite the dystopian demons,
i keep hope in the invisible
golden harp strings,
yet to compose our swansong
oh mistress of medusa
in splitting seasons,
when serpents spit venom,
your British horizon soul,
coupled with your
climate change heart,
procreate porcelain patience,
where rhythms of rage
lead to breathless silence,
but i never forget you
it can be tiresome
battling against
ebony lashes from
metaphorical daggers
when vertigo eyes
hunt for their prey
and i wonder if i
was at shooting distance
would you pull the
trigger to rip my
heart like shredding
secretive documents
but despite bonfire breaths,
my samurai spirit has
become immune to
momentary flames,
adopting a mermaid mind,
finding sanctuary in
deep waters until
the last ember dies,
as at the end of each storm,
when rainbows reappear,
i resurface upon your
ivory shores,
for what am i,
but a sea urchin and
you the empress of the sea,
so each time you are cruel,
i wait for the return of
tender gestures,
as i know it is your
veil of vulnerability
you hide from the world,
but in the intricacies of conflict,
i am still the moonlight
glowing upon your ripples,
as i know the code to
your handcrafted heart,
floating in wandering waves,
as you still ignite intimate spiritual
sparks of soothing sensuality,
so never abandon me - forever
in the imperfections of love,
in my abundance of flaws
i know you adore me
internally and externally,
for we are refuge and
safe haven for the broken,
like a masterpiece of
alliterative adjectives
glowing like gems
in topaz textures upon
mookaite mosaics
I know I'm no
Leonardo Di Caprio,
I've never been as
romantic as Romeo,
so love me for
what I am today,
I am not your past
of wasted sunsets,
so ascend with me like
tomorrow's sunrise
Categories:
externally, love,
Form:
Carpe Diem
"Sorrow"
Reality cries its tears
of grief and fear
calling out to Love
the song heard
in all of human kind
beseeching Love
in self,
the conscious
collective
Love in One
united mind,
poured deep
from the remaining
cup of Love
held tightly
in the hearts
and minds
of all mankind
the silence unheard
they are not interested
listening to the music of this song
stealthy
Darkness slithers
Darkness comes
babies wrapped in tin foil
swaddled
in place marked
in the sands of Time
babies wrapped in tin foil
placed next to boiling water,
a feast for war-worn tired eyes
the eyes
that are tired
cry and cry, then dry
no mother
nor father holds
their crying infant young
their daughter or son,
no mother arrives
to soothe each little one
each little light
goes out
little light by little light
gaslit all,
there is a battle
with no earthly winners,
to be won
yet, still the war inside
each watcher turns
to stand, or run,
what side of the line wins
when childrens' cries
are no longer heard nor sung?
the song
of Reality's sorrow
in silence heard
the guilt
in all
of human kind
bodies holding tight
families like torches
burning bright
the song returned
through smoke
and shadows
reflecting mirrors
in all the resting
souls of Light
the anthem calls
long long
throughout the
long dark night
to stand and show
the Truth held within
their burning hearts,
to grasp fiercely
the significance
of their unfolding
lives -
lost,
or won,
seen for who and
what they are
in the existing light
of their unfurling wings
eucharista, thanksgiving
courage eternal internal
externally spreading
to capture Reality's
many sorrowful
falling feathers
released victorious
to rest in the arms
of Peace
to live joy
full in the dreams
and heart of One
the only One,
the strong,
safe Home
of all things -
LOVE
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Categories:
externally, love, muse, sorrow,
Form:
Narrative
Devil in the Pullpit
It's Sunday service,
and there you are!
A wolf in sheeps clothing,
stalking your prey from afar.
your lambs are oblivious,
they are being led to the slaughter,
one would never suspect you,
not even your own daughter.
People are charmed,
by your style and charisma.
Little could they know,
your intentions are so dismal.
Sinister at best,
to describe your twisted plans.
Seeking out the weak,
who put their trust in your hands.
Externally seen as a "man of God",
internally, you were nothing
more than a modern
day Judas Kiss!
As you prepare your sermon,
no one has a clue;
the man who preaches salvation,
is an evil Pharisee too!
The organ begins to play,
and I feel your cold stare.
Without speaking a word,
the warning is very clear.
Proudly, you once said to me,
"Go ahead and tell if you dare.
You think someone will believe?"
You don't know the power invested in me!
I sit amid the pews,
concealing your secret.
I've held it in for this long,
but I can no longer keep it!
You are a devil in the pullpit,
a serpent among swine.
Ruthlessly carrying out satan's work,
tainting that which is Divine....
Categories:
externally, abuse, betrayal, child abuse,
Form:
The sky, heavy-laden with curdled black clouds,
Burst wide open, and all night long it rained.
It pitter-pattered on the panes,
And rattling on the slanting roofs.
It churned the dry soil to a pulp,
Overflowed the dusty gutters.
It drove the people from the streets,
And moaned amongst the houses.
'Twas but a fluke, a summer storm
Lightning snaked the sky
Thunder rumbled and crashed
Instilling fear and panic in passers-by.
Soon it abated to a drizzle,
A thin mist shrouded the square.
And as the town clock struck the sixth hour
Ghostly figures ventured forth again.
Yet during all this precipitation
He trudged alone along the streets,
Rain dribbled through his matted hair
And wetted stubble on his dirty face.
It cleansed his external demeanour
From the grime of past lazy days,
It could do nothing to eradicate
The heaviness that filled his inner self.
The air was warm, and strange enough
He felt little discomfort from the rain.
The vault of heavy clouds ascended,
The breeze was gentle and fresh.
He went back to his favourite place,
The bakery shop has not yet opened,
From its cellars hot dry air
Surged up, surrounded by his whole being,
Warming him from the wet chill.
He soaked up the fragrant smell
And yearning for freshly baked bread,
A luxury he could ill afford.
And so he continued on his journey,
Alone, atoning for his past.
Hungry and desolate and chained,
Externally cleansed by the drenching rain
Until the day he'd die.
Categories:
externally, lost love,
Form:
Free verse
HERO
Externally I watch the moon
with no reflection in my loft
I lay awake perchance to dream
to ponder while my eyes are closed
to seek a quietude of peace
an atmosphere that it may seem
away from all the revelry
and soon a vivid dream will bloom
a skirmish with my deadly foes
of braving battle till I win
to claim the beauty I adore
my overt thoughts despite the throes
my enemies have been subdued
their strenght abated by my lance
I am the hero of my Dame
my dream is a reality
in context with my sanity
my former dream has been acclaimed
Tri -Con Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Emile Pinet
July 1, 2019
Categories:
externally, hero,
Form:
Verse
My worth is not in what I own -
In real estate, or company,
Big car or boat, prized jewelry,
Investments that have grown.
My worth is not in what I do -
The job I work, or what I’m paid
Awards, promotions, deals I’ve made;
How nice the office view.
My worth is not in art I make -
A poem or melodious line,
A bridge or building I design,
Or photos that I take.
My worth exists externally –
In God, my wife, daughter and sons.
My worth is measured in the ones
I love and who love me.
Categories:
externally, children, family, jobs, love,
Form:
Enclosed Rhyme
Clouds become the sky to see
Gray and white swirling above me
Thoughts change with things externally
In a world gripped by uncertainty
Where are the answers that seem to flee?
In a time we all need them desperately
I walk in familiar calmness to be
Ready for anything beyond each tree
In a nightmare it's hard to be happy
Dealing with deaths increasing daily
Others before us, lived horrific similarity
Maybe, we thought we'd always be free
But now, we wish for life, a simple bumblebee
To visit the yard and buzz around in glee
Something, anything, pieces of beauty
Heal us now, as we pray in unity!
Heidi Sands
3/26/20
Categories:
externally, angst, change, life, prayer,
Form:
Monorhyme
D is for desire, your thoughts do aspire.
A is for attractive, internally and externally reactive
T is for tough, not hard but ten ply enough
S is for sincere, a pillar of truth to all you hold dear
O is for orderly, a lifelong passion you are extraordinary
N is for normal, step outside of the box that is so formal
Categories:
externally, inspiration, inspirational, muse,
Form:
Acrostic
How I wish I was a flute
Keep Spreading new notes in the air
Pleasing people with their sweet sounds
Making them happy and out of despair
With my sound I would heal the wounds
Soothe the heart, soothe the ears
Cure not only externally, but also internally
Bring them out of sadness and wipe their tears
Also, help people communicate to their dears
Be a mode of communication
Language of love would flow out of me
Helping people to come out of hibernation
When I am old I would become one with nature
Recycle back and become a flute again
What is life if I am not useful to someone
I would like to be a flute again and again
Categories:
externally, fantasy,
Form:
Free verse
King of the animales!
This is the easiest way to describe a lion
It likes to bask in their brilliance
Lions are big cats with a short tawny coat
which is lighter on the underside
White lions occur - but they are not albinos
Lions are outgoing and everybody's favorites
All lions have claws retractable
Mine is decorated with nail polish
Lion's element is fire
Energy - intuition - power
The typical lion is creative - strong-willed
temperamental and dramatic
The weight of a lion is considered normal 160-275 kg
I try to stay under 60 kg
The average age 17-18 years among lionesses
but there are examples where they can be closer to 21 years old
Males are often around 16 years old
Die young and beautiful
The best hunters in a lion pride is the lionesses
Yes, I feel like a hunter every time I go in the store
An adult male lion can eat up to 43 kg of meat in one day
My male lion must get by with much less
... Imagine if my male lion was 275 kg
The male lion is polite and patient externally
but arrogant and vain inside
He is impulsive and good at repairing things
Can you roar like a lion
The lions are among the best roar holders
An adult lion's roar can be heard up to 8 km distance
Dinner .... finished ..... come and eat!!!
We as humans makes sure that the children receive food
But in the world of lions the adults eat before the kids
Stability and stubbornness - scratch and dent in the trees
marks their area - putting the wedding ring on the finger
My fate planet is the sun -
My luck stone is the diamond
I have a great temperament and a huge demand for attention
But I am among many well known and famous LIONS:
Crown Princess Mette-Marit (Norway), Mick Jagger, Napoleon Bonaparte
Fidel Castro, Bill Clinton, Moussolini, Jacquelin Kennedy
Carl Jung, Alfred Hitchcock and Arnold Schwarzenegger
08.07.2014
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Categories:
externally, animal, planet,
Form:
Free verse
A kid goes from
lower kindergarten to
upper kindergarten...
but he's still a cute li'l
kid...
a student finishes
first year of high school
and moves on to the next
but he's still a student
with academic pressures only
again, in college
there isn't much difference between
sophomores and seniors
why is it that once you
finish college
and move on to further
qualify yourself academically
the world suddenly looks at you
as a 'grown-up' individual...
and expects you to be a
block of stone
of infinite stability
and responsibility levels ?
why are we 'old' ?
does it seem stupid
if I now want to stop to
stare at lovely looking
flowers or colourful
candies in a supermarket ?
why does it seem intolerable
if I throw tantrums for
eating and sleeping ?
why should i do
only the right thing ?
has life decided to give me
no more chances ?
no more wrong steps now ?
why is the word 'decisive'
killing me ?
i want to walk the path of life
as it comes
why is there this thought
"its time now..to decide
where you want to go...
what you want to do...
who you want to
be with..."
why should i
not behave like a
new student to
a foreign school
who's unable to
forget her old friends
and doesn't want to make
new friends ?
what is so 'sinful' about this ?
why can't i NOT 'not listen to'
"everyone manages fine...
your seniors did
your peers are
and most of your juniors will..."
there are times when i myself
wonder
why i can't seem to move on
there are other times when i
do make conscious efforts to move on
succeed, externally
but the heart can't be deluded...
can it ?
mine can't be..its too smart...
to make up for that soft head...!
Categories:
externally, life, people, philosophy, student,
Form:
Free verse
At the end of Mercy Street
lies a forgotten wharf.
A single row boat is
moss covered.
The battered vessel is
moored and unwanted
like leprosy -
conducive to an invisible cancer.
Two splintered oars imitate antennae -
receiving distress signals
from no one.
The dinghy will not row towards God.
The boat will not sail past
Bergen-Belsen or Dachow
nor will it glide 'gainst Newton.
Mother wouldn't allow such a spectacle.
Tommy doesn't sleep on bottle caps anymore.
Tommy and Mother are content now.
(Tommy is dying)
Tommy's back is not broken
like a scarecrow -
(for he is good).
His leg is not twisted like a licorice stick -
(for he is cloaked in servile flattery).
Tommy doesn't skip like a river
nor shine like a sapphire.
Kevorkian wise and Barabbas blamed;
he grimaces -
he swallows Mother's red roses;
knowing when he sweats -
(in the afternoon funeral festivities)
he'll smell just like her.
The darkened sunlight -
(which Tommy cannot see)
throws itself between two clouds
marking a dramatic entrance!
Tommy's knees are broken yet
he still dances -
obviously dumb-founded
and matriarch approved.
Tommy hyperventilates and chokes.
Tommy eschews Mother's American beauties
and externally regurgitates the
memories he can't
(internally)
understand.
A single groove migrates
the needle into ambient static as
Tommy washes his hands.
Tommy simply washes his hands
and whistles.
(He simply washes his hands)
and whistles...
Categories:
externally, recovery from...boat,
Form:
Free verse
I decided to stop fighting mankind.
When I realized they were fighting against their own healths.
Internally and externally at war with themselves.
And I came to terms, with a heart I only imagined I ever had…
That I wasn’t angry, I wasn’t bewildered, I wasn’t even sad.
Bud sad to see, the essence that was beating on the inside.
A free thinking, feeling, God forgive, a human being.
A bleeding ulcer that wouldn’t subside.
I decided not to tend to a wound,
That is not yet ready to be dressed.
It is only for the soul of the living,
That in time, those demons are addressed.
So I found myself in a peculiar light,
One I would never have conceived of, but none the less.
I found myself a child again,
Without judgment, without peril,
With a heart incredibly and immensely open.
I confess.
Categories:
externally, beauty, caregiving, giving, health,
Form:
Rhyme
It's a piece ripped from myself.
Truth brutally extracted for their musing.
They plead for me to bleed often.
Because they might find it soothing.
They delight when we suffer.
Nepotistic sadistic circle of acceptance.
They worship ruin expecting perfection.
Cheering you with a muted indifference.
I see your twisted game.
A sad view that's excruciating to feel.
Greedy survivors of inward starvation.
Stripping us and tossing away the peel.
We don't pander to the pawing.
Those who do find the abyss.
Truth remains externally unfound.
To the narrow mind, an impossible gyst.
I will gush blood until I'm dust.
But I will never sacrifice for them.
I do what I do because I must;
refusing their footing to effect or condemn.
My struggle to evolve is written.
Wounds laid bare for all to see.
You think it's for you.
It's how I get a better look at me.
-Angel Fatale-
Categories:
externally, america, analogy, culture, slam,
Form:
Rhyme
Different worlds and different races
Sometime many years ago, a catastrophe began
wiping out most civilized, the ones that we call man
Cities were abandoned, inhabitants left the earth
trying hard to save their clans and start a new rebirth
Thousands not so fortunate, the earth had sealed their fate
no where to go, no where to hide, for them it was to late
The cities they abandoned, were marvels of their time
would be unearthed ten thousand past, when earth is in its prime
Scientists, archaeologists, and amateurs combined
all try their best to understand, from what was left behind
Carbon dating, "guesstimates" they still do not agree
that different life from other worlds began externally
They'd been here twenty thousand years as visitors now gone
an oasis, island, resting place for journeys very long
Something happened this we know, they left before we came
the lifetimes did not overlap, we never knew their name
We all grow up enchanted by the stories people tell
does that mean that tunnel vision is alive and well?
Some speculate our ancestors, migrated near and far
and maybe they just could have lived, beyond a distant star?.....
Categories:
externally, earth, imagination, planet, science
Form:
Rhyme