Best Impasse Poems

I am not ashamed to say it—
I revisit you—perhaps because 
you discarded me and you 
meant something to me.

But do I blame?
No—I should have 
seen...

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I'm near cuckoo
This Monday blue
A day not eas'ly recommended
for making sense
I'm way too tense
And hung-over to comprehend it
 
My mind's on the bend
my imaginary friends
are...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope,...

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I'd bloomed from the warm glow in his eyes.
He had been my sunlight when darkness loomed.
His arms protected me, for he was my safe haven,
but...

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Time and space in deadlock
Time unlike the progression of a clock
Time dependent on interpretation
A linear cessation
Space dependent on mass
Triangulation through impasse
Portals of acquisition
An inner self...

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The Power of One

Computer age impasse...the strength of one;
the fear of stroke of midnight had begun.
One second only, how our lives would change;
our current ways...

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In poetry’s fond verse we save
All matters of the heart,
Our thoughts that may be sweet or grave,
With which we’d hate to part.

Our fears of what...

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Intimations of Immortality (excerpt)

Though nothing can bring back the hour

Of splendor in the grass, glory of the flower

We will grieve not; rather find

Strength in what...

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The sound of harps played by virgin hands,
the falling of sparrows from innocence,

the orchestra of a thousand silhouettes,
the rhapsody of dying (and death),

the high-pitched songs...

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I
Anchored on a sun filtered shore 
Upon rocks which lay the days of yore 
In swirling pristine aquas of alluring calm 
Let it serenade heal...

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Bright Sunny Rays, Sent This Soul Into Glee

I woke that clear morn in dew laden grass,
Still dreaming, of night's paradise before.
Our Love had flown away,...

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Recourse

The old man bends his   
knees- 
to the graveyard of 
speech.
His barren stretched arms  
raise up. 
Orates the last 
of his unpronounced...

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anxiety, intense -
but I am not frightened ...
my heart races ... I want to flee
my blood heats and lies to
my senses ...
'get out! go now!...

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I was a pleasant, conscientious librarian, whose world consisted of books,
As a world of fragrant beauty, can be found in the glossy, honeyed nooks.

Although it...

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Paradox of Recognition


Unknown the impasse of a whisper
She echoes stranger in the darkness
Of her heart
So alone in the glowing flicker
The love she keeps alive there
By...

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