Best Intangible Poems
There was change, an odd pulse,
a new cadence and tone, in the place I grew up
where my mother had been...
Where white fences stretched out to cradle our home
but where zones, unfamiliar, were on now on the cusp
On a make-shift bed, I was lying awake
Windows cracked open,
a wind coming in, ....
Intangible nights, in the familiar old room,
alone with my thoughts, while sorting out things...
There was a strange, jaundice glow, from the porch light, left on,
and my pillow felt cold, where the moon used to go
The sound of a moth, batting wings against glass,
was begging for warmth, while seeking to ask, a place that made sense
And a place to fit in
My father was sleeping, with his newlywed bride
in the same maple bed, where my mother had died
And a new child was dreaming in the soft yellow room
where I spent all those nights, ... just me and the moon
I was happy for him, and for the child that he gained.
I was there at his side,
when the changes became.. a part of his life, ...... a part of mine too
but was lost in the amber, like a moth batting wings
Eventually, I would grow with a fresh point of view,
but the child that I was, still waits for the moon
I'm older and wiser, maybe stronger than then
but, the moth will look in, escaping the moon
ramming the screen
seeking the flame...
batting its wings,
while resisting the change, ...again, and again
11/3/14
She was with me, untouchable, intangible, and yet
she caressed me with her breath in an intimate way
on a balmy night in April, I shall never forget.
Patiently, I waited for shadowed clouds to fade away.
Then, I watched her gracefully moved among the stars,
a flawless goddess in chiffon, her face alabaster pale.
In resplendent light she was robed, her majesty divined.
As twilight's sapphire haze deepens on the fringe of night,
she captures my gaze with a mesmerizing hold.
At this paradisial moment, and in this Edenic place,
I am loved and loved in return with total devotion.
Able, for the first time to feel this depth of emotion,
this piety that I've never been able to express,
I confess this to the beauty hovering above me,
and in her illuminated celestial glory, she smiles.
To search for her soft glow each evening, I am fated.
This page is intentionally left blank.
It is intentional,
a deliberate attempt act of obscurity.
These are the words you are not reading.
These words do not exist.
Their appearance exists nowhere,
They are ghostly and untouchable.
They are empty invisible vessels,
Voids, absent content.
Your brain is intentionally left blank.
You only think you are thinking.
You are not thinking.
Your thoughts cannot be traced.
The mind on which you rely
cannot be found.
Your passions are intentionally left blank.
You cling to incorporeal beliefs
and judgements.
Your hopes and dreams,
Your loves and hates have no essence.
They are disembodied and intangible.
You create your own meaning
and order.
You impose it on all your blank pages.
Destinies with similar fate intertwine
A road is carved that they may follow.
And for whatever mysteries they may find
Nothing can be worse than the feeling of sorrow.
Their future seems inevitable
But an unworthy man faults their progression
His motives are questionable
But he grasped her heart without regression
One is left in the dark
As the others take their elegant leave
Darkness consumes his heart
And radiates as far as he eye can see
Scarlet roads once paved
Now bare no significant mean
Lonesome nights and hellish days
His mind cant take the punishments its seen
The only place he may find serenity
is deep within his dreams
And any peacefull melody
has faded outside this reality
A taunting dreamers hope
Allows him to stand somewhat tall
And this only provokes
More darkness to fall
She bares a smile full of lies
With him, shes treated like an animal
And with her internal pain on the rise
Shes still a desire thats intangible.
So what single thing makes our writes so charming
If I knew, I'd be driving a Ferrari instead of this jalopy I'm parking
It's intangible they say
Choosing words to convey
Every day a new journey through life we're embarking
Appreciation - Helps us value the loved ones around us.
Balance - Bring beauty to our souls.
Conceptualization - Characterizes our world of complexities and simplicities.
Delightfulness - Delivers diverse sweetness to our world and dreams.
Ecstasy - Excites our inner beings.
Fantasy - Forms our dreams and follies.
Gratitude - Graciously acknowledges blessings from God and man.
Holiness - Brings a soul to happiness, eternally.
Imagination - Leads our dreams to discovery, inspiration, creativity, and success.
Joyfulness – Diminishes sorrows replacing them with merriment.
Kindness – Increases thoughtfulness, compassion and benevolence; improves humanity.
Loveliness – Surrounds our souls with physical and spiritual beauty.
Majesty – Uplifts the soul to a state of awe.
Naivety – Enjoys innocence and teaches opposition.
Obedience – Disciplines id and ego while leading to personal strength.
Passion – Imparts intense feelings that lead to elevated emotions.
Quirks – Provide individuality and entertainment for mankind to enjoy.
Righteousness – Teaches a man to stand firm, practicing making right choices.
Serenity – Instills quiet calmness to a man’s mind.
Tolerance – Broadens man’s ability to love and live peacefully.
Understanding – Opens the doors to wisdom.
Values – Direct a man’s path to positive morality.
Wisdom – Lives from a heart of love and understanding.
X-perience – Prevents drastic mistakes.
Yearning – Drives a man to crossroad, choices, dreams, and triumph.
Zeal - Supplies enthusiasms for all things.
Unwritten chapters of poetry
hidden mid brick-wall blank
pages 'tween lines of history's
past grievances and faux pas,
relentless whispers of tenuous
echoes chanting unintelligibly
whilst abstruse inky passages
fade further intangible obscurity
Walking past a river there lies the ruins
In the center is a shrine of copper
The guardians are ghosts of future
Made of intangible blues, but then
before you realize that these humans sing
You only hear the sound of admission ring
Ears cannot go a day without madness
unless one hears the song of ghostly hymn
so you travel back to the copper wreck
to understand the song of admission
then looking down to your shoes
which now are made of intangible blues...
Beyond all visible signs
The road to expression reaches thin
With paper maps and plastic engineered thoughts
Specializing in tourism, the cartographer's grin
Reclused to souvenirs and monopoly's pen
Sign posts grifted from lens shape
Speculating from future spreadsheets
The emblem of our unseen mystery creases
The folds of fluent distance traveler
When ideation captures miraculous weather balloons
Synchronicty shapes the tune of events frequency
Human mist covers ground level harvest
As crop circles point toward unseen dimensions
Built blockades of evidence track the echo chamber
Our ears so numb from diffuse advertising
Home of an Intangible Heart
Do you have a heart to hard to touch?
Things keep colliding and very much
Why be out in space like a big asteroid
Or hemorrhoid that you want to avoid.
Why have some people raged and raged?
Yet enjoy and prefer things to be aged
Even if for brief time or a short stint
God is my friend and know what He meant.
I may be humble and also a bumbling fool
All at same time and still lose my cool
But seek others in quiet and not out loud
Of themselves want them to be proud.
On things may find it hard to place a finger
And glad that inside me God likes to linger
Maybe we might be a weakling and inept
People, God is perfectly willing to accept.
So who really cares if I am not well-kept
Take nap for an hour each day and slept
Infinity has no limit and is not range able
Just like happy hearts that are intangible.
James Thomas Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
RiverSea Plantation
Bolivia, NC
Mom
In every memory I have of you,
I hear a smile in your voice.
Even as my soul weeps at its loss.
Still…
After twenty years,
I tremble at the loss of home.
I look over my shoulder
looking for the comfort of you.
I wait for the reassurance of your hope,
and I flounder in
the imbalance of this world.
I never got to live This with you.
The injustice rubs at edges of my reality
Leaving rage in the wake of tragedy.
How can I ever find a balance when my center is gone?
I keep listening to your smile
whispering reassurances and lullabies.
How love is an intangible thing not trapped by time, death, nor even memory.
Your love is weaved inside me,
it blankets me in your grace.
From the soul, comes logic and emotion
Rationale and objectivity, Passion and belief
It's flaws of ego, arrogance, and self interest
All are self-evident dimensions of the soul
To find ground in only one, hinders only yourself
Sweltering tears incinerate gorgeous eyes on the way to drown perfection
Vocal tendons shredded from poignant packed reverberations
Blood-spattered limbs clutch tightly touching the intangible
Beating hope trickles through a gentle heart stroke
Lips leisurely curve and I thank God for letting me grasp life once again
Intangible longing
Of a fullish heart
For things past
That have been lost
To the sands of time
Never to be reborn
Never to be revisited
Gone
Dead
Past away
Never to be resurrected
Whisper to me, in my ear so deep tell me where you are.
Tell me the story of where you did and how you came so far.
I'll breath you in unwillingly and suck the sweetest taste out of you that you can
throw away.
I'll leave you and love you unexpectedly.
Live in my lungs and I'll breath you out piece by piece you'll slowly become whole.
With every breath I expose you more and more.
So beautiful how you are when you whisper to me.
Keep loving every breath exhaled out of me.
I know I will.
For every time I breath, you I'll see and I'll know you'll always love me for giving
you the ability to breath.
There you are, the most beautiful scar ever burned into me.
Touch me and take me away.
So far away to where into space the sky bleeds.
But you won't.
You can't.
You have walked right through me, so with one breath I'll lay you to rest invisible
again.
Forever only to me.