Best Interrupted Poems
Girl, Interrupted-
Deep cuts from within.
She faced bravely the many hardships of womanly life
How did she end up like this?
Severe depression after her first mental breakdown
Sorrow oppressed what was willed
At present in the parallel universe,
Never aware of the world left behind
She will catch a brief glimpse of this world
---where everything is different.
Losing the veil in which includes time,
Aging without caring death awaits!
Her different personality replaces reality
Things appear normal in her eyes.
Although captivate in her own mind,
She feels this is freedom.
Being heavily burdened--
Every day she stares into different mirrors,
Smiling in her bipolar face
Without knowing insanity put her mind at ease.
~*~
7/24/13
SPIRITUALLY INTERRUPTED.
I CAME TO EARTH WITH
EVERYTHING IN TACT.
I was happy curious and
with rapid anxiety.
couldn't wait to bring the
good news from the place
where I had just come from,
To my new home here on earth.
It was just an
overwhelming understanding.
that I had,Wanted badly
to share the joy as I arrived
I studied my mothers face.
She was beautiful !
I saw no father.
As I knew what a
mirror was immediately.
The science of images
and reflections innate.
many secrets held in my D.N.A..
and I was well pleased.
Delight and light
surrounded me then.
Everything was good.
Somehow my
senses were acute;
Bees-Butterflies,dandelions.
praying mantis
even earthworms-
were my playmates.
Mud pies and the smell of dirt.
Everything was intact
when I came to earth.
Seemed like a lovely place.
Riding my tricycle-
was quite like the freedom
I had known in my other home.
Then hooverd a cloud over me.
a dreary cloud,
Tears were streaming
I heard mommy crying.
She was only a child
I tried to make her
smile again. I wanted to know
but, she cried even more.
I tasted anguish for
the first time that day.
I was spiritually interrupted
afraid, insecure, and confused
confounded by the blanks and the
sudden disconnection,
I built up a wall;
The wall protected me
from the cacophony
of loud ,big people shouting.
I retreated into my safe world.
Grown-ups they annoyed me
All of them ( The big People )
They were different,
I vowed to never forget my original self.
I vowed that I would always
hold on to my Spiritual soul.
Years passed and I gathered
more of their distorted truth's
I wanted to enjoy the
body I was placed in.
The body I had
before the distractions of curves..
Before the mind noise.
Before the blood that
caused me distress
I could hardly hear
my inner-voice.
I prayed to my inner God.
Too much to know-
Too much too soon.
My innocence melted
like a snowball in a furnace.
The lust of the big people
no longer allowed
me the freedom childhood.
Now jaded with the
burden of womanhood
and my childhood was arrested..
My spirit was abruptly interrupted.
The day was peaceful
Until the sound of thunder
Lightening is seen
Should I kill myself,
or have a cup of coffee?
-Albert Camus-
Being dead is blunt,
numbing and offensive.
Yet it is life and not death
that grips you
so hard that pain
is a plea for urgent departure
The impromptu of suicide
is interrupted
by an intelligent question
If a tree falls in a forest
and no one is around to hear it,
does it make a sound?"
The Stoic moment
of self destruction
is momentarily lost
The question deserves
an answer.
Sacred beginnings, but my end too soon
I lie helpless in false serenity
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
I am like a flower, ready to bloom
my small frame forms, unborn tranquility
sacred beginnings, but my end too soon.
Her voice, so familiar, screams in that room
my little heart pounds in futility
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
Pain, a new sensation, sharp, coursing through
my frail body, in death's reality
sacred beginnings, but my end too soon.
I cry out in silence, my parts are consumed
stricken and murdered so conveniently
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
My innocent blood spilled unwillingly
unprotected, unheard, why should this be?
sacred beginnings, but my end too soon
preparing for life, her womb is my tomb.
Written on 7/22/2015
Interrupted Solitude
A sentence here, a comment there
Your ponderous thoughts you were forced to share
"Who is this man?" I'm sure you said
As words were drawn from within your head.
‘Twas on the flight, a normal one
Until your thoughts and reminiscences - gone!
Those abstract feelings within your mind
Temporarily suspended - did you really find
The puerile chatter of things like verse
From some pedant, sure to disperse
The many who really understand
The written word of our fair land?
A voluminous poem of no set school
Scrawled by one, who though no fool
Really tried - not to impress
But to get comment from the Bards' mistress.
Comment given, yet little criticism
Of the traveller's cynicism.
Relate you did - or so I thought
Or else these words would come to nought.
The serenity to the world you show
Scarcely hides the turmoil below.
For though your manner is no pretence
Your well thought words seem so intense.
There's something there inside of you;
A pain so deep it's like a screw
Turning deep into your heart
As you search your mind for the words to start.
Because of this these lines did I show
Because of this I felt you'd know
Just what it was I was trying to say
As you read them through, without dismay.
Was it this - a common ground,
That hidden pain without a sound,
Which made you talk, while instead
Your book of poems you could have read?
And so I thank you in my small way
For your time shared with me that day.
And I hope that soon you'll find
That so elusive peace of mind!
Clay saucer
clay pot
potting soil
striped triangular stone
tiny green bud
tall bamboo stalk
fleshy green leaves
held in place by
patio umbrella crank
sits on latticed
black round wrought iron
table at Bart’s Books
Ojai, California,
quiet, peaceful,
so serene
till a bookstore-hating baby
screams.
You are the Carolina in my
mind
The place I have always longed
to be
You are the sultry guitar licks
The rhythm and the melody.
You are the compass of my life
My non stop carousel
My longed for childhood dream
My Wall Street opening bell
You are my what a wonderful
world
The dream I love to tell
I had a dream and you are it
My own private wishing well
You turn down the voices in
my head
And make me do what's right
You know that part of me that
I
Protect from others sight.
You are the single shining star
for those with eyes to see
Of those who have loved you
in this world
You have chosen me.
Something in the you that's
you
Draws me like a moth to the
light
But I have no fear of being
burned
With you it just seems right.
When you can't relate any more
Your thoughts are out the door
No sympathy, no empathy
Stuck in a foreign embassy
Of a thought process strange
Clever shots are out of range
The drugs, the grog, the women
The warped sense of dominion
Are you stuck in my head
She said or are you dead?
She asked.
My mind is constantly spinning in a
24 hour torture chamber, featuring
unsettling displays of erratic
behavior. Death at this point would
be a reward, please do me this one
favor.
Alone again to no surprise,
restricted to a code of silence.
Harboring a lifetime of regrets and
grudges, now confined within the
dark red walls of violence.
Masking the pain, hiding the truth
with a painted on face. I've buried
the secrets so deep in the ground,
only time can erase.
Pushed into uncontrollable
situations, my soul consumed with
rage. Tangled in a web spun just
for me and sentenced to a life
locked inside a cage.
I enjoy playing the villain, the only
roll that comes naturally. Pressing
every button I can, sit back to enjoy
the show, why won't anyone set me
free.
Rock bottom has finally come, I am
damaged beyond repair. Trapped
in my own personal dungeon, to try
an escape I won't even dare.
A constant stampede of jumbled
thoughts are pounding in my head.
Tripping over the hurdles searching
for the right words, to all that
needs to be said.
I can't finish a thought before a
new one.begins, they are literally
colliding on the track. I have lost so
much of myself inches.ruble and
debris, non of which I'll ever get
back.
My.theory on life to most don't
make sense, is.to emotionally cut cut
off all ties. Its to hard to function
in a world full of weakness, that
was built upon a foundation of lies.
Im barracaded behind a wall of
steel, my flaws are protected and
secure. I've locked myself away
from traffic and the noise, Im a
lifer, no recovery, no cure.
Ambivalence, Am I sane? Am I
crazy? Will I stay or will I go? The
one answer I would like to know.
Form:
Raw moon
Lips swoon
Rooms locked
Shirts dropped
Flesh beams
Love steams
•
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Kids cry
Hots...bye!
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Make Me Laugh Contest
For Heather Ober
3 July 2013
You picked a path when met with fork
And trod it bare so oft you walked
Into a tunnel so wretched and corrupted
You slipped away, Jeffrey interrupted
Wednesday’s child is full of woe
But my May child has far to go
A decade times two your sacrifice
Fool’s gold for that roll of dice
Your values anorexic, almost starved to death
In the winter of your soul I cannot see your breath
Countless earnest declarations to all that you are well
But still you keep on walking through the raging gates of hell
Mephistopheles offered you a bargain so appealing
It mattered not to you to know that he’d be double-dealing
His sly smile belied the fingers crossed behind his crooked tail
You’re at a losing table, out of chips, and you’re no whale
Your dreams were long forgotten, and sadly never stoked
If I hadn’t watched this happen I would have thought it a sick joke
Something else seduced you and it surely did beguile
Enough to make you believe that your life was not worthwhile
You saw yourself in visions, amber glass contained your poison
False idols tempt with silent gestures - like a sailor lured by sirens
You go through good intentions like a sieve, like sand through glass
Earnest promises, years gone by, crises survived, but more forecast
For years I have done so many things to save you from yourself, my Jeff
I’ve run out of ideas to keep you whole, I’ve really nothing left
Like any loving mother I do not wish to see you in a tomb
And if I could, I would place you back into the safety of my womb
Tabby watching birds;
Sharp-eyed, poufy-tailed, statue;
Until squirrel arrives.
The weeping willow mocks my tears,
as the fog torments my body.
Frozen fragments of imagination
brings condensation to my eyes.
At the beginning things were great,
until the day I betrayed.
My mind taunts my heart,
my spirit and soul;
Like a fire burning wildly
through a dry field.
Consequences get caught
with circumstance,
As it is time for
the forbidden dance,
Love Interuppted.
Form:
INTERRUPTED REVERIE
hanging droplets
sparkle
threaten the lake