Best Gordian Poems
The Gordian Knot of perpetuity
woven around your heart
is a thick thread of anguish
created by poison fingers from internal pain
Born in a mass of dark muck that drowned innocence
in screams unheard
now feeds on the blood-soaked veins of lovers
like a vampire in ruthless exultation
that revives strength and vigor
to cold calculating eyes of worthless passion
dripping from the hungry sweat for those chosen
to share silk sheets in longing nights of fragile dreams
To leave their hearts an empty husk
that tumbles away in winds of confusion
across a serpentine path of endless footprints
when their pain and torment become insufficient for pleasure
If I only knew what I know now
I would not have entered this chamber
of fragrant scents and sheer elegant veils
where my flesh was torn by fingertip talons
leaving scars upon my naked back of tomorrows
where I emerged from this dung lit realm of fool's love
into a rush of shadows spinning away
from a vengeful mind filled with a reckoning
for an untold pain
covered now by the blank faces of passing lovers
8/25/19
contest If you only knew then
Life is entanglement plus time,
A Gordian knot of opportunities,
Each ravel a riddle to solve
or a battle to be won.
We grab and pull at the gnarls,
Greedy fingers seeking solutions alone.
Though the more we worry them,
the tighter the fibers cling together,
defeating our efforts with every turn.
The working ends unhitched and hidden,
Knots impossible to untie without another;
Desperate, we seek the means to unset
the tightened rounds of coil.
We need only look up from our lonely struggle,
Unhand the ties and trice up munitions,
In favor of a more effective weapon,
for a prize worth more than any puzzle.
Love is the sword that cuts,
The foil to Gordius' grateful gift,
The force that frees us from the knots
that bind us alone in despair.
Love is the lens that exposes the path,
To unraveling the tangled mess,
To bearing witness to the holism of loops
and eyes along the same length of rope.
Love alone is the key that unlocks
The secrets of the tightly-wound tangle,
Revealing the pattern of the overlaps
and the beauty of the intermingled angles.
With love as our scope, we can maneuver
Through the maze of twists and turns,
Unleashing joys and embracing the weight
of the lessons we learn as the bind slowly burns.
Through patience and kindness, we can loosen
The strands that have wound us so tightly,
Embracing the challenge and refusing to choose
the path of ire or slacking down without a fight.
So let us unravel the knot with hearts ablaze
And together minds set on finding the way,
With love as our sword and our site and our hope,
we can unravel the rigging and seize hold of the day.
All our lives we flounder about
untangling intricate ties –
First, with our parents, our siblings,
Our spouses and our kids,
Our in-laws, our relatives;
Later, we squander time away
unraveling our differences
with our peers, our friends,
Our teachers, our bosses,
Our colleagues and associates;
At the end of our lives
we struggle
to come to terms with
Our beliefs, our faith,
Our dreams and aspirations,
Our Gods and our demons;
It’s the good old Death that
finally cuts the Gordian knot!
~Contest: Relationships Poetry
~Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
When it’s designed to bewilder
illusion’s plot gets scowls.
He thinks his tales should have thrilled her
Gordian knot, three fouls.
he’s out; his jokes disintegrate.
But he laughs ‘cause she took the bait.
Illusion’s plot -
Gordian knot.
Embarrassed, her face is scarlet;
His fun, guaranteed to upset.
Next, his emotional vortex -
maintaining hoax is fun,
another ploy from his cortex.
Explaining jokester’s done.
He’d do well to apologize
regret? he doesn’t recognize.
Maintaining hoax,
explaining jokes,
his final plunge into debate
finds her goodbye from this stalemate.
First impression, fallacious, ma’am.
there is no truth within.
Intentional evasion, sham,
a lie, forsooth, lie’s twin.
Victim, often just curious,
falls for that which is spurious,
there is no truth
a lie, forsooth.
Endeavor meant to tantalize
gets a cold shoulder and dies.
written June 26, 2018
July 25th, 1996 tied the Gordian knot,...
(I spent noose cents)
begot deux daughters, the major events
both since flew cuckoo's nest,
the eldest angry at papa for offense
sieve behavior fatherly bond
forever sundered permanent rents
unforgiving progeny vents
bile, explosive vitriol whence...
Aye yen for bachelorhood every
now and again doth mildly abate
after saying "I do...,"
when axed by justice of peace
nearly two dozen years wedded
bull hissing, rest assured
I will abbreviate
encapsulate, fulminate, narrate...
and forthrightly admit,
yours truly oft times
yearned to abdicate
spousal unbridled warfare and injustice
reason enough to abnegate
null and void husbandry role
ex post facto finding thyself
questioning pledging troth even
Frosty the snowman would abominate
to say "screw this -
marriage nut for me"
bolt in a huff boot (dang)
ne'er did absquatulate
altercations that adhere
to rule of physics
and tended to accelerate
as muzzled, neigh saying saddled
former groom did
lament and accentuate
his physical needs,
she did not accommodate,
cuz this solitary soul
(with good n plenti horse sense),
never did fully acculturate
with female species,
one whose blunt cold front
seemed to accumulate growing
gripe list bestowed courtesy this mate
tit for tat wrathful pitiless,
(not so cherry) feedback unmatched
within annotated coupled courtship of fools,
this scrivener with steely
iron maiden breastplate,
nonetheless did rack up and accumulate
battle scars hitting bullseye,
since donned with
corrective vision spectacles
hen pecking, needling termagant
untameable shrew did acerate
(worse fate than death -
validated by grim reaper)
avowed covenant thru torturous years
exponentially punishing innocent soul
(slightly biased) did acervate
popping one after
another over the counter acetylsalicylate,
no ampule adequate
to relieve permanent suffering,
thus lifetime electric shock treatment,
nsync quaffing prescription
kool aid battery acidulate
ineffective to activate
palliative, and restore
liberty (yeah) sense and sensibility
subsequently providing freedom
against further wifely scourges
whereby Doctor Phil Ander
refused to adjudicate,
perhaps understandable why I advocate
selfless mercy killing (euthanasia)
for this urbane country bumpkin.
Roads are all clogged ~ clogged with cars
there's too many too many by far
streets look more like a parking lot
there's no sword for this Gordian Knot
I'm leaving town want to get where I'm going
nothing's slowing me down
leaving town want to get there on time
I'm not dawdling or waiting around
like a hot cup of coffee on a stone-cold morning
or an ice-cold beer on a hot summer's day
it's a new lease on life down the line
leaving nothing behind I'm on my way
I'm taking the train to my next location
no car for me I won't be
driving to a new destination
traveling light making for the station
taking the train I'm taking the train