Best Internalized Poems
Refrain
You shimmering waves on the ocean blue
Dance not again, he cannot dance with you
You weeping forests where the winds wail too
Let your bright tears fall in the pool of dew
The world of pop will never be the same again
The king is dead, and life is a dream so vain.
Do you ask me why does my sorrow flow so
Endlessly for him? Is he not gone the way
Of men that many went before? O I do know
My time may not be long, and lessons delay.
Who do think was the man in the mirror? did
You see us there, did you know it oppressed him
When like wanton dogs drugged and rabid
Went heedless along the callous way being dim.
Look at the dance videos again, tell me
You see the what he begs to beat it. Off the wall
Are shadows falling like an inner expose
Where he internalized the world, and yet did call
In many songs - his troubled world was us
But now the king's sun set to dust, and we
Remain to heed and weep the vanity of lust
The tangled truths of out tentacled history!
Michael was God's gift to our season, and how I
Wish he would dance for me across the tribal plains
Of Africa again, where warriors ride in the sky
Through the fire make us brothers without chains
A global oneness where dreams deny the child
Nothing again. O death, what oneness beyond this
Can we find? Treat him kindly there, be mild
To him who in this troubled life knew no bliss.
Michael I miss you; O genius, sleep now in peace
The storms of life are over, the lightning ends
And droughts will come again, but I'll never cease
To proclaim your virtues to foes and friends;
Sleep beloved. Your glory stream in summer's eye
And Harlem's street are filled, old men remember
And old women interrupt their planning to cry
Farewell, Michael ... the grandest star is but an ember.
Categories:
internalized, death, dedication, historylife, dance,
Form:
Elegy
The ole diner offers twelve course
conversations salted with unspoken jargon:
one patron withholds the dialect of fed-
up-of-my-job while his buddy barely
nods, too worn-to-the-bone;
a wife texts her friend, i-found-
a-lump-in-my-breast
while her husband swallows , ah-hell-
she’s-having-an-affair.
Hear the internalized vernacular
of hooked-on-painkillers,
the lonely phraseology of my-kids-
never-visit, and the private pang of he-didn’t-
use-a-condom. Misery keeps
its six degrees of vagueness, widens
each tiny rift. It would only take
mindfulness, a willingness to stretch,
but these half-hearted translations
make for such unsound bridges —
take table three, a party of two:
he snaps, get with reality,
which means, Honey-just-listen
while she raises one finger
to her lips, signing, please-just-shut-up-
and-kiss-me.
Categories:
internalized, feelings, language, people,
Form:
Free verse
If facts can be reduced to polynomial information bits
then wisdom might be expanded through polypathic exformation bytes,
double-fractal octave-co-redemptive folding/unfolding
weaving/unweaving stages
of Left-geneticYang with Right-memeticYintegral
co-arising ecopolitically nondual trust
in co-ecologically strictured autonomic-affective
internal climate of health v pathology development.
(0)-sum investments in these biting facts of wisdom,
where we continue healthy-wealthy hunting and finding
no inductive-Right difference of feeling
that could make any possible deductive-Left ecological difference.
CoIntelligent living with others
as we would have others live with us
includes wisely ego-dying with others
as we would have others die as Allies
rather than competing Enemies.
Earth's interior regenerational bliss
is also Ego's degeneratively refining mutually cooperative purging
of monoculturing anthro-willfullness.
LeftBrain cognitive dissonance
yielding to internalized
polypathic-DNA inspired
nature-spirit exegetically ecological messages
with multicultural-becoming wisdom,
in an of and through and for our Golden Left/Right BuddaAge
of Tao-Zen Interdependent(0)Empty Centering Rules
Rhythms of ReSonant ReGenerate ReSolutions.
Categories:
internalized, community, health, humanity, humor,
Form:
Political Verse
love is coming home
my internalized right wing psychosis
creates the need to explain
And justify
My 21st century poetry
Technology has made us mad
And psychotic
But driven us together
forced into oneness
Technology is blowing down barriers
Blowing down
Blowing down
Something is calling me
Something telling me
I have something to say
Capitalism’s madness
Striking literary chords
Deep inside
Inner poet
Screaming
Neurotic historian
analyzing
Its best when I let go
Let flow
Explain
Release
Allow this crisis
To sing my song
Sing my song
Sing it sing it sing it
Sing it like billie
Sing it like odetta
Lullaby. So desperately needed
Inner childs calm
This is a time when my poetry is most needed
In “the second great depression” madness
loves horizon coming and calling
Vision clearer than ever
Coming home
Coming home
Love is coming home
News tells me
Faces tell me
Ethos tells me
Everyone tells me
Love is coming home.
Categories:
internalized, history, inspirational, love, peace,
Form:
Free verse
Reflecting in my minds defining silence;
It's amazing how loud it can be without violence;
There are so many clever agents; sentient's within
Conducting their works; influencing original sin
Isolating thoughts with precise belligerence
Stifling consciousness; destroying all innocence
Un; and conscious thoughts confound
Is this a nightmare; so profound?
When this internalized backscattering redemption for my soul begins;
I'm more than just a little bit curious; about how to make a true amends;
These angelic thoughts; I feel the halo slipping down to this tightening noose;
The alarm clock tones; a dream lost; I come around, still deeply a recluse
Categories:
internalized, abuse, allusion, betrayal, child
Form:
Couplet
Through locked eyes, I became frozen.
Eyes of love buried under internalized pain.
Pain that crystallized her soul to ice.
I relished to ignite it.
m.n.i.w
Through Your Eyes
6/11/2015
Visual 4
25 words
Categories:
internalized, deep, fire, for her,
Form:
Free verse
This piece is my thought alone. If it upsets anyone good, because we women need to fight the internalized Patriarchy which has colonized our thought for thousands of years.
it has not always been
sisters are you clearing now
with tiny tin type tweezers,
the patriarchy that sits bone deep
among our apple flowers.
until we form our own thoughts
unshadowed by Adam’s folly
until in freedom are our choices made
far from misogyny’s rule
the tide will remain rolling in
a thoughtless flow of misbelief
about our very being
informed by patriarchic lassitude.
it is useless trying to explain,
no matter how fine the language,
the daily life each woman lives
in fear so deep it binds us
to definitions, not our own,
of what it is to be woman.
we have forgotten who we really are
but SHE has not forgotten us.
Categories:
internalized, anger, anxiety, conflict, courage,
Form:
Free verse
There is a bang to our
Personality.
We have accepted our
sexuality.
We are full of
Nervous energy.
No confusion with
Our Identity.
We are of sound mind
And Conscience.
Feel the intensity,
The time is upon us.
We stuff down
Our feelings.
With us there is no
Concealing.
Ready to snap and full
Of anger.
It spreads through us like
Cancer.
Confused about
Being alive.
It's a miracle any of
Us survive.
Feeling guilty, inadequate, and
Shameful.
It makes it difficult to remain
Stable.
Drug and alcohol abuse is a
Common occurrence.
We can go the distance,
We have endurance.
Discrimination is openly
Expected.
We are treated like
Were infected.
So much internalized
Homophobia.
It's not all rainbows and
Utopia.
You're not always going
To be accepted.
The looks, comments,
You feel disconnected.
When you're told that
Your evil.
It makes it hard to
Be civil.
Turbo1904 ?
Categories:
internalized, community, life,
Form:
Rhyme
At the museum, with wall to wall art,
My choices were varied and vast.
I saw an exhibit with works of Matisse
And checked out some statues I passed.
But then I was drawn to a strumming guitar
And a crowd by a video screen,
Transfixed by a slow-motion film of New York,
The ultimate urbanites’ scene.
The footage was shot from inside of a car,
On the move while on various streets.
The people, oblivious, strutted and strolled
To their private internalized beats.
The movie, called “Street,” took some moments in time
And transformed the familiar to strange,
For by slowing things down to a snail-crawling pace,
What was humdrum did magically change.
From most Met* displays, this one surely did seem
Like a separate world, quite apart;
Yet it did what it should, for it helped us transcend
And to me, that’s the purpose of art.
*Metropolitan Museum of Art
Categories:
internalized, art, urban,
Form:
Rhyme
Apparitions of buried memories exhumed with rash eulogies
Arouse dried up tears that ever fail to cleanse the robe of guilt
Arraigning again before the partial jury of tormenting thoughts
Kaleidoscopic filial relationships hypnotize the mind to dumbness
Kamikaze images on ethereal screen longingly beckoning for a role
Kedging the ship of life’s voyage with sorrowful tugs to damnation
Intentions misjudged rivet spiteful labels reflected by wicked eyes
Impaling arrows of hate perforate the spirit to seep out its essence
Invitation to invasion by dark fiends to fetter the mind’s fragile walls
Neglected on shore as brothers and sisters sail out with patron’s hearse
Neighbors cut out their flesh of revenge measuring with unjust scales
Neutral judges acquiesce with stolid silence as the gavel of authority
Black skin refuses to be cajoled by those richly perfumed emollients
Bronzing came by nature’s quirk and glistening the sweat of its kiln
Brawn cultivated in the gymnasium of hard labor threads the body
Anodynes are moments of laughter with friends that rob sorrow of joy
Allayed fears sucked into the chasm of oblivion by a vortex of pleasure
Annoyance a rare display on a platform erected on the base of candor
Mistakes of the past hurled as fiery pebbles of insult across continents
Mark with contorting bruises turning the face into an offensive mask
Maturity date for restoration of loaned out bond suspended on a caveat
Intermittent pulses race to recesses of cranial bank to withdraw memories
Intractable dramas staged to the roars of disgust banished with entreaties
Internalized are kernels of the fruit of life eaten hurriedly in ignorance
Emeka Akpe
Categories:
internalized, allegory, allusion, analogy, brother,
Form:
Alliteration
As my wife once taught me
Women knew all about trimming
and cleaning
and harvesting the fertile forests of Earth
long before I ever thought to depilate my back
and other parts.
As my wife continues teaching me
I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels important
to more than just our reforesting relationship
and its odds of continuing
into future regenerative climaxes.
As my wife predicted,
I forget to carefully listen
until she culminates with climaxes.
And then she surely owns my belated attention.
The matriarch voice of my life
bewitches,
bothers,
and bewilders me
while we fall in love
we become ecopolitically out to lunch,
indefinitely,
reforesting and ecotherapizing
without fear or anger-marketing
about how to transcend vulnerable boundaries
to mutual empathic nakedness.
This matriarch voice and I
love (0)-sum WinWin reforesting
as health care co-operative wealth management
of mutually accessible climates
for spiraling regenerativity trends
externalized as Yang,
internalized reforesting,
reweaving waves of notnot Yin,
wu-wei,
RealTime 4D Ego/Eco-Balancing
Falling in love with Yin
all over again,
PermaCulturing Operas
sung and danced
while remembering
as my imaginary wife continues teaching me
Thought Experiments
through real fractal double-binary
informating
co-gravitating
bilateral ego/ecosystemic time.
I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels wu-wei important
to more than just our reforesting-deforesting relationship
and its odds of even continuing
into future
through past reweaving
regenerative climaxes
of healthy wealth
optimally sustaining
maintaining EarthLivesMatter.
Categories:
internalized, earth, health, humor, integrity,
Form:
Political Verse
Opposing standards is one of Tim’s favourite past times
Not for the sake of difference but to cherish critique
to brush away his take on ignorance searching for his truth
Internalized self-evident and for the sake of future revelation
Creating creativity is far too laborious its
stifling not impulsive enough and stale for it
resembles conscious attempts of spontaneity
Contorting to conformity defeats Tim’s objective
togetherness is fine and so is shaping the world
but pluralism beats boredom and to follow a crowd
Oxymorons in tautological proportions repeated again and
once more affirm vulnerable souls who never put a wrong step in
front of the other as they move happily backward just the same
Conforming consecrating concreting confirming the evens
win far too often when odds are on blowing the norm
Cremating corrupt cretinous crap creates cohesive credentials
Timessa interjects that once every one shapes novel ideas and
follows a different tune in perfect synchronous ‘harmony’ what then
and thereafter but paradigms shift and diversions re-enter the stage
Archetypes polar opposites contradictions disagreements
compliment complementation fashion intricate concoctions
inaugurate new designs and refuse to create devious disarray
Tim decides that Timessa has a linear point yet would rather be a
lonely clairvoyant in the desert than to drown in quick-sands of time
Still he asks his feminine namesake to take a holy vow of communion
Two lovers with their own points of convictions are a miraculous convention
When they come together its everyone’s guess what circumstance and their
genes may result in with the magic flow of a near perfect union bubbling with joy
29th October 2016
Categories:
internalized, creation,
Form:
Free verse
PROSE of late may, rainy day
I am internalized, with shallow breath, thin oxygen, not much left. INTERNALIZE, all these self-fed lies. A Hollow death and the air so thick thoughts can be touched again. I have a gift to glamorize, make it easy, make it cool, sensationalize. My deadly stealth muted assassin. My sacred connections, family and friends, their ghosts arise. In front of my eyes, they materialize. These apparitions look at me funny and kill my fearless attitude inside. My vision warped unnaturally bends. My determination to not die. My resolve to do more than try. To change the external from within. To reach out and seize the day, from a soul hopelessly trapped again. An introvert incarcerated in himself, surrounded and haunted in draped memory. A hermit tortured into indefinite future. A blitzkrieg attack, a brutally backbone breaking battery. Another addition, uncomfortable fact. The carnage, the savagery. The life of a man who has been ravaged, in a perpetual cycle.
end
Categories:
internalized, art, destiny, devotion, fear,
Form:
Prose
My narrow hands made minarets
Of castles in the sky
The phantom figures that I traced
Were but for just my eyes
I did not draw upon the sand
For fear the rising tide
Would devastate the effort
And then – what left – have I?
I did not sketch in quarters
The public would review
For fear their introspection
Would taint my simple view
And what my slender finger drew
Upon the canvas blank
With such utmost authority
Took just my breath away –
Alone I viewed my handiwork
Took stock of every line
Internalized the ephemeral
Nature of the rhyme
Which set the spirit of the thought
Which grasped the shades of earth
And shaped my castles in the air
In minarets of verse –
Categories:
internalized, art, earth, poetry, symbolism,
Form:
Quatrain
With a middle name as "Flag this Scapegoat,"
I best not be surprised bullied from cutthroat
villains (supposedly kind hearted facilitators/
moderators, sans Facebook administrators, but
woe whiz me hyperbole 4 lite dramatic affect),
mine psyche stung, when months after months
no incidents of lamentable discrimination did
I experience until...early this last week in Feb.
rue weary - BAM, many poems dispatched to
various and sundry Facebook poetry groups in
das scrim min hit lee suddenly generated host
till lit tee (within me every fiber and sinew) re-
guarding justifiable explanation necessitating
why (albeit vaguely worded electronic message),
yours truly did not comply with stipulations,
when no objectionable outburst could be linked
in with contents mainly implicating myself as
this doubting Thomas (foolhardy fella) rarely
loosed, lobbed, launched brickbats against no
one within madding crowd, hence exert at tent
heaven esse, when choosing my words, a shock
sparked anger upon a deluge of unexpected (the
equivalent of slap on the face) without warning
to address any unacceptable issue, which ready
corrections this mindful scribe would attend, no
questions asked, then methought an opportunity
presented itself to express displeasure, whether
warm reception ala royal carpet treatment took
place even if I brought a ratty old Scottish mat),
thus the mere exercise to expunge pent up anger
(electronically) automatically, excellently, and
immediately reduced agitation, an opportunity
to modify my behavior since pathetic unhealthy
modus operandi earlier during mein kampf, the
necessity to free emotions as a youngster beak
came internalized, whereat cumulative instances
when browbeaten, effectively - indiscriminately
needled, taunted, et cetera found me to swallow
indignities against mine person to communicate
without resorting to violent threat, which would
ratchet up a minor fracas into a major altercation.
Categories:
internalized, 11th grade, 12th grade,
Form:
Dramatic Monologue