Best Immobilized Poems
"Black Ice"
Sorrow flows from the first sunrise
Eyes deeper than winter and rainfall
A painful combination never felt before
At core death awaits
- laughing while she begs for clemency!
In her eyes, fault is found in every sunset
- after coming down from cloud nine.
Impossible to move --- her body stiffen
That very moment, a precious Waltz - Expires!
Coldplay and winter mist set in
Ruins of love clinch an endless echo
- taunting the very merry memory.
The auditory sensation of broken trust
- stride across the way.
Icing every thought in a sullen, cold rink.
She fell - She crumbled
- In a world where hope once existed
Today, she will sway alone without a lullaby
In a room with no warmth
One time a sweet symphony, now a sour moon
At last, a different tune begins to fiddle
As she grooms the icicles in her room.
On every mid-moon, she stares and stares
towards the old shriveled lipstick on his pillow
Unseen coldness, unsatisfied, incomplete tears
She can feel the complete braille of hate
--- cascade around the emptiness
Throughout her poise frostbite travels in
Midnight Summer dreams are near an end
Autumn bones covered by winter sleet
A deadly force condemns all because of one
Lost years crumbled like an avalanche
Way deep down inside.......
She paints the rain like no other heartache
Leaving winter residue behind every step
"Black Ice" sits close to the cold canvas on her pale
If you seek closely, she is there
Immobilized in a waltz, in a waltz, in a waltz
Never to linger or trust
The "HE" that spoke of love, then melted away
~*~
Categories:
immobilized, absence, allusion, color, dance,
Form:
Alliteration
Adrift her world no obstacles no dreams to moor, immobilized and still
she sailed through stardust particles then glode into the nil
Into the fire of night she tousled through, by daylight saving time a strew
a scattering of stars appeared leading her inside a flower garden made for two;
The scent of Angel trumpets, gardenias, evening primrose
blended with a fragrant voice, she simply had no choice
as she pressed her little hand against the lunar soil's embroil,
foam flowers, chocolate daisies, and Liliums appeared;
A shift, then suddenly beyond the reach of earth a blessed gift of lift
she flew inside that dwelling place where benevolent souls ignite;
Fawning love plush against the evening breeze
even stars of night choose their light protease
when a small child enters an evening Kingdom,
like a Grandiflorus cactus, falling backwards into time...
Example for my contest
December 20, 2022
Categories:
immobilized, analogy, children, emotions, farewell,
Form:
Free verse
I leap with joy, admit no fears,
Since God above is in my life.
I watch the birds up in the sky
And feel I too am flying.
He has lifted me from all my cares
That left me sad and lonely.
When I was sad and all alone
I was immobilized with fear.
God took away my worldly cares
And now I live a happy life,
Free as the birds that sing and fly
In soaring flocks up in the sky.
The birds had laid claim to the sky
While I was bored and lonesome.
They looked so gleeful in their flight
So light and free without a fear.
They knew that God who gave them life,
Would on his shoulders take their cares.
Now that I’ve no more sins to carry
I watch for rainbows in the sky.
I know that I am loved for life
And never more will feel alone.
I have no reason now to fear
As with the birds I whirl and fly.
I’m surrounded by bright butterflies
No longer burdened down with cares
Unlike the days of total fear.
God places a rainbow in the sky.
Seeing it I know I’m not alone.
I’m living a new and joyous life.
In the changes in my way of living
I’m learning to use my wings to fly.
Unshackled from my loneliness,
My God has proven that he cares
With a bright rainbow in the sky.
It’s there to show I need not fear.
I’m living now in care free way
My soul is flying skyward too..
I’m lonely no more and no fear have I.
Categories:
immobilized, happinessgod, god, me, rainbow,
Form:
Sestina
I lay here lost inside my mind
Trapped within my shell
Hearing all the world around
Can't talk or even yell
My wife tells me she loves me
She strokes me with her hand
I feel her tears roll down my cheek
She tries to understand
My mother and my father both
Stand beside my bed
Sorrow fills their mind and heart
And makes them bow their head
Immobilized, I'm set adrift
Upon a sea of dreams
Connected by a slew of wires
Attached to some machines
If only I could blink an eye
To show that I'm alive
Or squeeze a hand that's holding mine
In hopes that I'll survive
I'm reaching out. I'm trying to shout
But muscles won't obey
I lay here like the bed I'm in
As moments drift away
Somewhere in the darkness
I can hear the spoken words
"Come my son. It's time to go
We'll soar just like the birds"
But how can I just fly away
And leave my life behind
There's so much more I need to do
So much I need to find
My soul is in a quandry
With turmoil in my brain
Inferno rages through me
Like a plague I can't explain
Suddenly I hear the words
Like powder in the mist
"I think that we should let him go
You know we've done our best"
A plug is pulled. A flash of light
Then everything is clear
I'm standing in the room among
The people I endear
They all gather round me now
In silence and in prayer
I look upon their sorrow
And I see how much they care
I wish that I could hug them
With a loving warm embrace
And use my thumb to wipe the tears
From each and every face
But that will never, ever be
Until their time has come
And we can stand together
In the glory of the sun
Rockman :-)
Categories:
immobilized, death, life,
Form:
Rhyme
World abandonment
vanity infests
greed escalates
charity nullified
Competitive paradise
prices uncontrollable
hunger staggering
debt maximized
Honest lost
integrity futile
words misconstrued
greed rapid
Equality vanished
pensions minute
labor intensified
jobs down sized
World absorbed
humans consumed
profits soar
mortgages abandoned
World immobilized
composure lost
hope desperate
destruction eminent.
Categories:
immobilized, on work and working
Form:
Free verse
The Turkey’s Revenge
The lights went out…..slowly
…….at first
then
…….they dropped like flies
…………in a sudden frost.
Immobilized
…..succumbing
……to the inexorable end.
Slowing movements
…..lowered respiration rates
…Soft sighs of satiation
Building….in a muted rumble
….rising to a roaring
…..Snore….
Parades went by
…….games were played
….taunting texts unanswered
Pictures..
……..will be posted
……..of the Turkey’s Revenge
..the bane of Tryptophan’s
Napping victims
………..dreaming
……of uncut pies
…………awaiting their fate.
John G. Lawless
11/28/2015
Categories:
immobilized, recovery from, thanksgiving,
Form:
Free verse
The parched sycamore leaf
Walked across the patio
Past the portal of my dwelling
The alder slab was immobilized
By a decorative door stopper
Arranged to let the warm
November day work its way in
I snapped out of the life I was leading
Amongst the absorbing pages
Of a well written book
With my space saved and novel snapped shut
I arose to meet the weary traveler
At the threshold of my hut
There before me was an empty meadow
It's vastness leading to my oppressor's home
I live here
I am my own oppressor
I burden myself with
Great weights of unjustified restraints
I use unused corners
To keep my quiet complaints
I am well aware of my inabilities
To cut myself some slack
I speak poorly of myself
Behind my own back
Never the less I yell
Demanding a presence to be shown
After several minutes filled with
Absolutely nothing at all
A second weary traveler crinkles
As it somersaults by my feet
Tricked by a tumbling leaf
There is no one out here for me to meet
The melted basil plants
Have returned to the ground
From which they have came
Once formidable weeds
Are now all laying lame
Once fruitful tomato vines
Are now blackened with
Nobody but the frost to blame
The land is ripe for winter to claim
There is no one out here
Nobody but my oppressor
Who demands I retreat inside
I revisit the position
I held in my large armed chair
Easily returning to where I left off
With no acknowledgment
To the bookmarks job well done
No appreciation to it's
Silent steadfast work
Trapped through the ages
A life pressed between the pages
It is here I will remain
Free from the steady glare
Of my all consuming oppressor
Free from time restraints
Free from reality
Free from idiosyncrasies
Free from the world
In which my position is unclear
It is here I will remain
Till my eyes fall heavy
The last page is turned
Or I'm disturbed by my next imaginary guest
3/5/18
Categories:
immobilized, allusion, books, how i
Form:
Free verse
Last words spoken
Last will broken
Last love token
Last words spoken
Last soul shredded
Last imprint embedded
Last trauma threaded
Last soul shredded
Last fear realized
Last life immobilized
Last dream immortalized
Last fear realized
Last answers revealed
Last kiss sealed
Last fate unveiled
Last answers revealed
Last words mattered
Last dreams shattered
Last reserves scattered
Last words mattered
Last tears cried
Last years tried
Last empty pride
Last tears cried
Last battle fought
Last solace sought
Last fading thought
Last battle fought
Last love made
Last attempt played
Last memory fade
Last love made
Last words said
Last love fled
Last heart bled
Last words said
Categories:
immobilized, absence, dark, depression, goodbye,
Form:
Rhyme
For five long days I've been snowbound.
My home with blanket pulled around
is quiet as the distant hill
that nestles in its white surround.
My world is still.
No small birds trill to break the spell,
all vanished with the flakes that fell.
Electric voice immobilized,
marooned in solitary cell
my world's disguised.
The morning sun sending his rays
to sparkle up the frosty days
in glowing opalescence,
so bright I must avert my gaze
in awed defense.
No noisome creature to intrude
on beauty of the quietude.
No foot on yielding snow has trod,
suspended in rare interlude,
alone with God.
Written for Deborah's "Beauty" contest
Categories:
immobilized, nature
Form:
Rhyme
THE UNHOLY TERROR OF LITTLE TOM
The bashing sounds of thunder echo in reverberation
to the electrifying bolts of lightning that illuminated
every single room from dark to light just seconds earlier.
Sheets of rabid rain torpedo upon a leaky roof.
Broken limbs of trees tossed away by raucous sheets of sleet
ram hard against the battered frame of the small cottage.
Little Tom holds close in a fetal position
immobilized in fear and bowed down as a non person
waiting stupefied quivering and frozen in spaceless
timeless obedience to all his emotions.
The vibrations of the shaken windows
push and pull in harmonic rhythms
accelerating into a persistent succession
of unrelenting pounding pistons
upon the naked wooden structure.
Little Tom awaits in terror for the moment
when the storm gates will crash in
allowing the blizzard to surge the void
and tear obliquely at his tender
weakened shivering flesh.
He ties to hide by pressing deeper into the blackness of the night.
But the sparks of the fireplace dancing in rapid cadence
against the wall reveal the shadow of his huddled form.
Wet and convulsing in unbecoming behavior
Little Tom yells out DADDY, DADDY!
.
His father, lays dormant and unconscious
in a drunken stupor passed out and vacant
on an unmade bed.
Worn and withered forlorn and terrified Little Tom
in one last whimper, cries himself to sleep
CAK 5-16-2013
Categories:
immobilized, abuse, fear,
Form:
Blank verse
Suspended, caught in spider webs and flailing helplessly.
Immobilized, locked down within a matrix I can’t see.
Destroyed, my panicked thoughts are fading to a subtle throb.
Annoyed, I cannot see which dial to turn. Which switch? Which knob?
I choose this—why do I choose this? Freedom seems so very sweet.
Yet my actions bind my limbs and throw my body at your feet.
My guts are wrenching, my heart is clenching, and I cannot sleep.
If I didn’t have all day to swoon, who knows how much I’d weep?
You knew me when my intellect and confidence were true.
Take pride, and know that both of them were broken due to you.
You knew me when my eyes drifted o’er you at first pass.
Now I dream about you even as I pray at Mass.
Can I pretend to stand erect and independent now?
If I am to tell the truth, then I cannot see how.
2 May 2016
Categories:
immobilized, confidence, slavery, truth,
Form:
Sonnet
my agent grew nervous
when he discovered
like the rising sun
on a sea of shark fins
that one must gauge and become the gauge
what is it that heralds an improved model
claiming to have superior knowledge
my hospital masturbates immobilized patients
the cure rate is astounding
it’s all in how we conceive ourselves
the oil and tincture panaceas
were giving me intestinal upheaval
but my inner cephalopod still had
a couple of pots of ink in him
and swore by his mother's nipples
when info comes a-knocking
best let it find a seat unaided by grief
everyone rigs the game
we are all defiled by propaganda
here let me wipe you off
we all want to be authentic
so gimme the straight story for once
the sigh of the wind for once
must have been the stoning squad's day off
tarred and feathered instead
the world may not owe us a living
but it does owe us an explanation
I think it all has to do with
branching cascades and nested infinities
is it rain on the roof or radio static
I'm pretty sure it's a comedy show
there's a lady in the front row
bearing her breasts at me
I am quickly hypnotized
turns out she’s KGB
I hope I'm the lucky stud
that gets to climb her stairway
in an experimental courtship ritual
we rubbed pudenda for an hour
before I heard her secret name
it's still secret
her guillotine blade warm and wet
cut through me like a 3 dollar car wash
through fresh dung
OK why 3
for you double meaning compulsives
I'll tell you
but you must obey my commands
they are buried throughout this message
because 3 is like the fingernail relics of saints
and he'd rather be thundering back at Zeus
which got him everything he wanted
not so much money clothes cars women
since he didn't set out to establish
an empire of invisible influence
but he was a free man
free to disintegrate periodically
my advice is to keep
something for yourself no matter what
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
Categories:
immobilized, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Behind your earlobe there was a birthmark that had the shape of palestine
But they taught you in there that it was called israel
In the hearth of your chest lied a heart full of vitriol
Out of your choice they altered your pulse, degraded your work
they treated your sixty beats as the clock ticking away sixty seconds
They manifested you as a clockwork
You sought the sabbath like a reaper
sought the harvest
All of your zest was sucked out
To fuel their comedown machine with it
They enforced you to live behind the doors
To love a country that was never yours
Ought to learn the rules of a game you loathe
Ought to learn crescendo and decrescendo , both
On a monday , i peered through my window and found you burning your paintings , your art
The art that made me fall for you like the snow fell on everest , didnt they teach you that too?
Snow fell on the havocked cielings of the kids of indochina too ,yet you never knew
The next week you were hypnotised by your mother's gramaphone's blues
Immobilized in your second prison awaiting divine intervention or cues
On wednesday clamor rose in your cell and into your cells
Both of your parents , ignited coals but luckily cathedral bells
Covered your yelps
I saw you from a nigh distance
As the one between helsinki and tallin you knew from the geography book you were blandly eyeing
You had a globe but your thoughts were never airborne
You had a soul but you deemed it way fainter than the infamous coals you stared at
Thursday morning i resumed my ritual but you changed your entire course , mine aswell
Your books towered beneath your feet
Which hung limply in the air
Your birthmark was covered with the noose you tied around your head
The geography book became your execution platform
The thing was , i had the exact same book
And im about to ensue you but first let me burn my poems.
Categories:
immobilized, anxiety, books, child abuse,
Form:
ABC
For five long days I’ve been snowbound.
My home with blanket pulled around
Is quiet as the distant hill
That nestles in its white surround.
My world so very still.
No small birds trill to break the spell.
All vanquished with the flakes that fell.
Electric voice immobilized,
Marooned in solitary cell,
My world strangely disguised.
No noisome birdsong to intrude
On absolute of quietude.
No foot on yielding snow has trod.
Suspended in rare interlude
Alone, alone with God.
The snow remover coming through,
The telephone and power crew.
Although their efforts I applaud
I miss the peaceful time I knew
Alone, alone with God.
By: Joyce 12/30/02 We all won first in this one.
Categories:
immobilized, faith, natureworld, snow, snow,
Form:
Rhyme
Through her eyes-
a vision she seeks;
Over and over-
Her thoughts repeat;
Analyzing a future,
That may already be bleak.
Fearing the peak- So very often, She does not sleep; Her restless eyes grow weak.
A women so fierce and strong-
Though now she weeps;
Not aware that I'm watching-
So out it seeps.
The pain that she harbors inside- Intensified, By what her thoughts had verified.
I watch her giving heart-
And observe her habit of self sacrifice;
And I know on her its hard,
And I see that she's immobilized-
As the loneliness rots her insides.
A certain depth that lives within her;
An undiscovered truth;
I watch, as she pleads adventure-
Escape from a painful youth.
Categories:
immobilized, change, character, courage, desire,
Form:
Prose Poetry