Best Impairs Poems
Pain ~ ~ ~ pain
Invisible swimmer within blood and vein
Barbaric and callous
Dwells within corpuscles
Intrinsic and inescapable
Source of pool of tears
A lunatic clown that impairs muscles
Schizophrenic display when he batters bones
Free from arrests despite his cruelty
He aches with passion; death's sibling
Oh! don't visit me, friends and family
Comfortable one that renders comfortless all who
live
Smile suppressor; hope vaporizer
Rolling in bed and roars like a lion
Diverter of prayer for wealth desire
"Dear God please give me good health and vigor".
She's caught in the black rain, emotions are swimming in darkness, as the
acid rain impairs her vision; within the depth her soul she's unable to find goodness.
The falling black rain has her mind in a state of confusion, murder is no longer
an ill illusion, actions has drawn it's fatal conclusion.
Upon her the black rain fell bringing misery with pain, living life in vain, constantly
seeing loss with no gain, and her mental health is far from being sane.
Few have already seen the devastating effects of falling black rain, it's aftermath
makes the sanest go insane, and those who survive the storm their lives will
never go back to being simple nor plain.
Falling black rain is a storm formed from mental pain, financial strain, loss with
no gain, and living life in vain.
Though, in my theory of goodness lies this conclusion," Things that we see as
being favorable unto living life is nothing more than our ill illusions," and there-
fore it's causing us an in-depth state of confusion.
And her voice is the tingle of upbeat blues,
the winsome rap amid my heavy footsteps, past 2 am...
She holds my hand as I’d never wake up
after twilight, drinking to the end of a broken bottle,
How those arms cuddle me like my hair
isn't filthy , avoiding normal showers that
I can’t put this body to rest, to rest;
howling about a compulsive urge needling within a mind
which impairs an otherwise peaceful life with her :
Disappearing into bars and gaming clubs ,
and more bars to silence my fears
so I can’t hear the jeers of ghosts on the
walls, within each pulse-beat, through her embrace
… through it all,
She smiles calmly ignoring the stench of alcohol
in - out breaths, regardless of my absence
from quality time I am unable to keep.
… Still,
I can’t honor myself the same way that
she does... as though I never yelled, argued,
or told her to go lose herself beneath cold moonlight,
while kicking the door without atonement--
She loves me unequivocably as if I can find the gentleness
of one day when I can CHANGE.
Brainstorm Contest of John Hamilton
10/21/2018
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Compulsive-obsessive behavior is a mental dysfunction including explosive anger , desire for alcohol, gambling, others. The onset of impulsivity can be thought of as seeking a small, short -term gain at the expense of a large, long term loss.
* The author was moved to write this as part of her presentation in a psycho-spiritual workshop she facilitated.
It is perhaps the hurried way I walk,
May be the manner in which I talk,
Or is it the subtle perfume I wear,
That tells a Gynaecologist is near!
When I park my car, head up stairs,
I see patients sat on waiting chairs,
Smiling women with a hope for child,
Seeking from me what nature denied!
Birth of a child is a boon from heaven,
Yet rarely is the fault of these women,
Their husbands blame it all on germs,
When often they are short of sperms!
detailed talk always reveals the truth,
They have been secluded since youth,
they have learnt of babies and stork,
So far there has been no sex talk!
you may think the husbands be wise,
He looks educated, mild and nice,
But he has been to the same school,
He has no idea how to work his tool!
In vitro fertilisation is clinical answer,
Something very easily done by nature,
When they successfully have a baby,
You even have to teach them a lullaby!
Social prejudices, religious shackles,
Is reason for these sorry debacles,
Fear of sex impairs their normal life,
Married, yet he doesn’t know his wife.
Two decades of life as gynaecologist,
Seen more eggs than an ornithologist,
While birds and animals breed so free,
Human breeding needs a medical degree!
They give me flowers, thank you card,
They say my finger tips are like God!
But deep inside I know reason why,
The man is ignorant, the girl is shy!
Date 27/03/2020
Strand poetry contest
Sponsor Brian strand
Ease out of life's sorrow, broken, battled one;
let tears wash, assuage; the hurt is done.
Breathe deeply a higher air
perched on Heaven's stair
free of pain,
fair
soul; no stain
such wonder impairs.
Step out on unclouded air!
Your illness over, victory won,
ease out of life's sorrow, broken, battled one.
Copyright, October 8, 2015
Faye Lanham Gibson
Always felt in my heart, we were in ...........Love
Tried my best to express, but got..............delayed
Wonder, if any chance there......................is
To express my feelings now, for you my......love
I brazenly agree, my love for you, I...........denied
Guilty, I am of this evil called.....................Machismo
More to blame, is my lust to fame...............and
the fury to steady my future.......................career
These materialistic needs clearly.................impairs
The simplistic need of my heart's................vision
Let us put aside the past and stay................Reunited
Never realized, I was always yours, my.........love
Promise, I shall remain true to you...............forever
Fire, our passions, to always brightly............remain
Forever fresh, as, at the start, our love.........sublime
The Phoenix
The phoenix it flew
it arose from the ashes
of lives long past.
The flame burst out
crying truths
Calling out
“Gin melathon an-uir”
The gift of life
said crashed through death
As many had fallen
this single had prevailed
Calling out
“Gin melathon an-uir”
The grief of few
Impairs not this one
the fire of joy and love
Had not heed of terror
The phoenix calling out
“Gin melathon an-uir”
sleeplessness appears
to increase stress
short-term, chronic
inflame the worsening
overstimulation in mindfulness
or
laughter
the emotional factor
wound healing
optimists
selves as our
physical
bodies rigorous in trial
contrast principles but seeking
circulation
impairs the wise choice
Resignation
R ejecting meaningful dialogue renders accedance Refuse Resignation
E xpunges active participation results in Resist Repel
S ubmissive surrender and timid compliance Recognize Reconsider
I nternalizes external power introjects Reject Repudiate
G rants power impairs self-actualization Revolve Reorganize
N eglects free will and freedom Resolve Reform
A cceptance on the other hand Activate Acceptance
T ranscribes approval into acknowledgement Advocate Advance
I nstitutes choosing arguments carefully Address Adjust
O ccupies engagement reflection self-control Appreciate Assemble
N ever give up therefore and negotiate acceptance Appropriate And Awaken
Acceptance
Tragedy in Black
Come,
Feel it.
Can you sense
Human unrest?
Perhaps jealousy
Creates blurred perception,
Brings unhealthy obsession~
Impairs cerebral functioning
Isolates one and carves out a void.
Trapped in shadows purple black tones avail.
Sunshine williams
8/27/2015
They said that love was for creepers.
People who spend too much on booze
and praise saxophone blues.
Bodies aching for a warm touch-
waltzing alone in a room filled with people.
And love impairs your senses
makes you see the best in people.
It makes assholes look like heroes.
And love lessens your concentration
or intensifies it.
She only noticed his limp
after their fifth date.
And he was infatuated by her lisp
from the first day they met.
And I'm not a poet, when it comes to expressing myself.
So these words have stacked themselves
to the ceiling of my mouth
and I want to kiss you-
gently and sweetly
before they all burst out.
I'm love drunk.
and I slur and er at all the witnesses in this bar.
And they said that love was overrated-
and those three words were overstated.
But here I am serenading you,
my tears are bubbling in my champagne glass
this New Year's eve.
I now wear my heart on my sleeve
A new cuff-link that beats
and aches
and bleeds
whenever our hands meet.
I've forgotten the burden of being alone
and the pain of being stoned at home
when it's two in the morning and no one calls.
These words are all I can give you
so kiss me slow and kiss me smooth
before these words find a way to elude
this crazy mind of mine.
vision impairs truth
see clearer with compassion
just
faith will be revealed
Today 6 of my haiku were selected and translated on Haiku Column.
Thank you Mine Sensei and Chiaki Sensei. (4th February 2021)
spring rain -
the blessing of forgiveness
hazed in tears -
the poignant moment of departure
spring rain -
the soothing tears of relief
spring storm -
a child cowers under his bed
the first spring wind -
a sprite plays the flute
heat haze -
anger impairs his judgement
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Not everyone’s prolific;
Being so might be a curse.
To some, it’s quite terrific
But to others, the reverse.
For those who mass produce their wares
Perhaps are just obsessed;
And holding back a bit impairs
Their mojo, so they’re stressed.
A poet or a painter
Churning endless words or scenes
May find talent growing fainter,
‘Til incentive intervenes.
But the converse may transpire,
For the adage clearly states
Practice often takes us higher
Than a blue moon generates.
So to those who are prolific
(I’m included in that bunch),
I conclude (not scientific)
We should all be pleased as punch!
The urge
For we been equipped fellow citizens of
Motherland, Africa she sang of, Poetic is
It justice? just ice frosting dreams, hopes
Parliament a breeding citadel of perverse
Codes that terms us labourers in our land.
Gazetted reforms that impairs our virtues
And moralistic principles of being, rejected
By those with all the mighty through veto,
How lame I voted him in for betterment
Of the kin, weary leaving in the cold street.
My ails heals from their white precipitates,
Inscribed by a solo individual, dual turns a
Taboo yet granny always had crushed roots
The ails would shy... Boots, books, and tie
Paper wetting from the drips of enslavement
Hunting modernized but the parliaments left
In great chaos, adaptation of the scripts left
Us this urge, The urge to revolt, yearning...
Codified practices that are never followed by
The sire, a new mutant foe in make, Change.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist
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Vultures
No wonder why I have this naked head
These weak claws, Neither have I ever
Wondered why I feed chiefly on carrion
Rotting carcass dressed by fellow humane
Ages past starving, preying, pitying shame.
Carrion bird been termed, so wary I envy
The keen and noble eagle whose social unit
Portray efficiency and tranquility in plays
How he is gifted in soaring up highs spred
He preys on fresh flesh, he hustles nothing.
Vultures we been cased by mother nature
For we toil yet others birds emblems might
We long for the deprived freedoms, denied
And fed on their remains. Avarice being no
Shame for no honor is related to my name.
Black birds whom seize by violence, preys
Like us, feeds greedily stood forth our Sire.
Corrupt ravens whom disperse parliaments
Owls on the watch, waiting to grace thier
Chance too, damned birds of disgust, cursed.
5 January 19
Lowlifediarist