Best Keyless Poems
I remember now. Something was heavy, a winged
dragon that refused to fly from my chest
My eyes were secret mirrors, or a doomsday judge.
I remember morning as a flighty horse,
or like a new school year,
that first careful sentence written on a page.
Time became a sequel. Roads were rootless trees
racing by - Fog an x-ray – the night, annoying as a fly.
I had a misconception and her assumptions followed
every stray dog. I quivered hollow with a frantic yellow zest.
I ate from a dish of nutmeg.
I woke to the sound of dying frogs, impossible spiders
trapping rainbows in their webs, the nebulous orbit
of knick knacks in the room, my reach
too small for a mother’s heart.
Her seeds had such an element of surprise, her
plum lipstick, the zing of frayed nerves
she mocked death with a cup of sunshine
she kept an artist’s palette - adding
color to existence
Too late, the impossible demand on angels
Each bitter thought the baroque decomposing
of an empty optimism
My keyless lock - emotion
Premiere Contest number 12
Contest Judged: 9/24/2016 12:01:00 AM
Sponsored by: SKAT A
Placed 9out of 10
Entered in the Best Poem worthy of a Trophy
I have entered this poem because it came from
out of the ether. Some poems just do.
Deeply felt almost not understood but felt on a visceral level.
N/A’d
Categories:
keyless, abuse, child, sorrow,
Form:
Free verse
Dream Keys
by Odin Roark
A NY mantra
Rent the rentable
Move the movable
Key the keyable
Apartments
Four-wall-guardian of yesterday’s youth
Vacuous cellmates of old age loneliness
All part of a cyclic maze
All having a key
Urban life’s Rubik’s Cube turnover
Today’s the day
“Two rooms”
“New paint”
“Clean window”
“No-squeaky floorboards”
Superintendent loves to present
Move in
Keys
Entrance door
Mailbox
Apartment
Laundry room
All yours
A windowsill vase of plastic roses
Your welcome of faded memories
The window to the people below
Your traveled city as roommate
Through another glass darkly
Gotta love it
Pea green layering
Over cracked and peeling bygones
Your very own chipped-paint scrapbook
A giant shoebox of ghostly images
Once possessing your castle-keys
Settle in
Struggle
Dream
Survive
Stand at your window
Watch canyon updrafts
Swirl your make-believe snowflakes
Carrying them skyward
Mixing with sparkling darkness
Where every star is yours
Count the days
Where light to see
Will be owned by neighboring towers
Where former tenants came young
Left old
Where thrown cups and china
Christened walls
And confinement’s anger and tears
Found solace in an ever inviting empty bathtub
Where pounding fists
Rattled bathroom door hinges
While a child hid beneath a bed
Smiling tearful thanks
A wanderlust roach
His ever-faithful friend
All yours
Here
Where a Sammy Glick got started
And an undergrad
An engineer
A Radical leftist
A piano teacher
All touched
All turned
All once secured your keys
So
Add your imprint
Become tomorrow’s remembered page
The scrapbook knows no end
This is Manhattan
Scenes will erupt
Hysterics will rebirth
Life will live
Maybe live some more
Then
Your turn to pass the keys
Your turn to pile worn memories at the curb
Mattresses always appreciated
Stand across the street
Watch the ever-smiling Super
Hand the keys to the next habitant
And then…
Go
Never to forget your contribution
Leaving behind another preparatory memory
Allowing the coming year
Your next season of imaginings
To dream of another home
Somewhere
Waiting…
Gifted with keyless entry?
Loneliness gone?
Categories:
keyless, dream,
Form:
Prose Poetry
"Hey kids! have you seen the keys for the door
I'm sure I put them down there before
I'm thinking this place is haunted
Or is your mother being taunted
Own up, or your backsides are gonna be sore"
Why cant I find my keys?
Categories:
keyless, funny
Form:
Limerick
This new age technology
Have me confuse I must confess
Cause while I spending more money
Everything else is getting less
I will give you some example
Hope you don’t get depress
But if I’m telling the truth
Just answer and tell me yes
Our telephones now
Are all wire wireless
And them new stoves
Now are completely fireless
A woman in Trinidad washing cloths
On the tree she throws her dress
I ask her why not use a line
She say she going wireless
Google making new cars now
That is driverless
And you just press a button to start
Its is also keyless
They even changing fast food also
To make them completely fatless
So you can eat all you want
While your wallet become cashless
A woman in Malaysia
Have to children who are jobless
And she quarrelling with her husband
Because them wives today are fearless
So while the cost of living rising
Our value become less
The world is in recession
Those leaders are directionless
Today you see young couples
Some of them cheat so heartless
Because to them relationships
Are completely meaningless
Some today have bad attitudes
And live life so careless
And when you tell them good morning
They say mind your own business
My friend the romantic dude
With then women he has success
But if he don’t marry one
Then he will be living wifeless
The fees in universities are expensive
While education are become valueless
And everywhere in the world today
You will meet people who are manner less
A man buys his wife a perfume
They call it timeless
Then he trying to lose some weight
so he drink is completely sugarless
My girlfriend gives me lunch in a bowl
It was completely soup less
Them ask me if my belly full
Saying today we going foodless
So I tell her yes darling
It was so delicious
Because if I hurt her feeling
She might leave me loveless
Yes the 21 st century
Has everything is getting less
But still am and optimist
And will keep my hope endless
Categories:
keyless, education, funny, imagination, inspirational,
Form:
Light Verse
There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.
There is no Path
but there are promises.
There is no Path
despite the signs.
There is no Path
despite the flagstones.
There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.
I may only truly
come to've earned the word
'path' at all
if after walking,
if after blazing,
if after course-correcting,
if after wearing thin the souls,
if after pollinating the soil;
step-by-step;
as a bee,
as a bird,
as the wind...
If I should spin
on heels
and cast a gaze
from whence I came
I may then call that
...a path.
But it is locked in the
keyless prison of representation
and, if it weren't,
it'd only then
be my path
not yours;
and even not mine
for I've walked
and changed
so, no.
Despite some sort of arrival
and having walked-ness
the 'path' seized
in quiet desperation by my mind
must one day be loosed
and seen for
all its never-there-before
'twasn't true-ness.
There is no Path
but there is where I have trod.
Categories:
keyless, philosophy,
Form:
Free verse
Behind The Curtain Door
There's one in front,
there's one in back,
Both keyless doors,
with wooden latch,
All else there hangs,
the curtained door,
A simple sheet,
and nothing more,
Be the thirties,
ere Pearl Harbor,
Her dad was a
country farmer,
Mom just a girl,
preteen to be,
A wealth of growth,
a life carefree,
Her known siblings,
decade that's next,
For it was best,
be so complex,
As mom had lived,
during hard times,
People lived off,
nickels and dimes,
Her mom and dad,
gave her great cares,
For just be quite,
the child of theirs,
You see mom knew,
when told to wait,
Back of curtain,
door, yon lies fate,
Behind the
curtain door she saw,
Siblings crated,
by ma and pa,
She saw ma weep,
and pa steadfast,
For another,
sibling had passed,
Soda crate box,
aligned with sheets,
Adorned flowers,
on top completes,
Her mom then called
my mom by name,
From yonder curtain
door she came,
Grandma had,
*kukui-hele-po,
Grandpa had,
her sis. or a bro.,
Slowly she walked,
respectfully,
All offered
prayers, thankfully,
Mom was the
eldest of thirteen,
Outlived them all,
be piety,
Five she did share,
a life and more,
Nay, seven seen,
yon curtain door.
2020 February 26
*Hawaiian word for 'kerosene lamp', "kukui" is the oil from the candlenut, "hele" is to go, "po" is light
Howmanysyllables;
32 lines x 8 syllables per = 256 syllables total
Categories:
keyless, bereavement, death, life, memorial,
Form:
Rhyme
oh, the world out there....
I can see***daylight,
a thread* *of light
emerging gradually,
creeping* *indoors;
moonbeam* *piercing
through* * the dark.
a keyless*********keyhole
Categories:
keyless, art, imagery,
Form:
Shape
My heart is in pieces, shattered and bruised
The hardest part of being used
I'm picking up what is left, locking it away
A keyless lock, combination unknown
A fragile heart without a home
Shake the box, foundation undone
A tiny piece given here or there
Not easily done, scared to be broken once more
Categories:
keyless, abuse, bullying, emotions, goodbye,
Form:
Free verse
the lilac lake lulls me
touches my hair and pats me gently
letting me doze into a comfort
reminiscent of a womb of irretrievable memory
i fall asleep
the moon, like hope
shining serene through darkness
mother nature's nightlight
beckons me into the renowned repeating dream
i fall asleep
and somewhere within
you were calling
the nightmare now
all too much to bear
behold, i say
and stand asunder
my composure waning
half putty
the other fully congealed
behold, i repeat
and hold your arm
knowing you no longer
care to be witness
to a darkness unknown
but so familiar
where do the willows weep
in this embankment
of stark black unreality?
not on either side
or even hidden by
the shadows' shadows
there is no life among us
only we, only us
solemn, revealed
mortified
the room was satisfyingly tepid
the crackle of the fireplace hummed
with an ambience like that which was
beckoned from the garden of the gods
i fell asleep
and never woke up
Categories:
keyless, imagination, mystery, natureme, me,
Form:
Free verse
Keyless Entry
Lengthy corridors that lead to shrinking doors
surrounded by the closing in of walls
narrowing of purpose seeking escape
Windowless views of endlessness
masquerade as madness
fueling the fire of the madman
Scanning non-existent horizons
for silhouetted ghost ships
adrift on a troubled mind
Keyless, claw marked doors
unsure of what resides
on either side
3/30/2017
submitted to – Doors – Poetry Contest
Categories:
keyless, addiction,
Form:
Free verse
You expect me to come you
To ask to talk
Like I normally do
Even if I'm not at fault
I still seem to always be the one the wants to talk
But now my heart is a keyless vault
If you want to be friends come talk to me
I doubt you will
But lets wait and see
I wish you would
I truly do
I don't think you could
You choose not to confront
You hide behind glares
Unless it helps you to get what you want
Categories:
keyless, friendship
Form:
Free verse
Phones, wireless.
Cooking, fireless.
Cars, keyless.
Food, fatless.
Tires, tubeless.
Youth, jobless.
Leaders, shameless.
Relationships, meaningless.
Attitudes, careless.
Babies, fatherless.
Feelings, heartless.
Children, manner less.
We are speechless.
Government is clueless.
Politicians are worthless,
and I am scared ****less.
Categories:
keyless, perspective,
Form:
Rhyme
The inner resources of our being
attacked to it's very inward core
you think this is stealing my identity
devastated looking dead on the floor
No matter much you try to lift
nothing works from your present state
it seems you're locked in keyless state
you don't even feel any purposeless hate
Such lifeless unreality feels so true
but don't give up for there's hope
you've a voice to make your cry
utter a prayer cling to a rope
For God will be your one great deliverer
all your enemies the Lord will surely defeat
no fear will truly eternally overcome you
fear Him alone bowing at His feet
The Lord your God reigns supreme
no matter what we actually feel
this we can say utterly confident
for our eternal security He does seal!
(some thoughts on fear and the devastating effect they can have upon us remembering there's always hope, praise God!)
Categories:
keyless, fear, feelings, life,
Form:
Rhyme
We're born keyless
then given our first key to play with
we earn our first key of responsibility
to mobilize-to enter things
to cage things-to abuse things
like a warden with a cluster of keys
letting the good in- keeping the bad out
or is it the other way around
a steady stream of keys.
Like a bird-every key sings
only a few keep your secrets
eventually there is a chorus of keys
secrets chirp chirping merrily
Most of mine(secrets) are silver or gold
some are dirty some are clean
only one of them are king
but none of them are green
none of them are green.
We often lose them
a mad search commences
like a red eye druggie rooting for a quick fix
we smile and sigh when we find them
hugging them as if they were our children
Keys grow old become battered and bent
some wriggle off the ring
the years deepen we have fewer keys
keys are a lot like friends
what a relief it must be to be keyless again
Categories:
keyless, repetition,
Form:
Free verse
Though I knew the coming storm
House keys I carelessly kept
Look, storm attacks me
Arrived home keyless
Now I'm in trouble
Stupid I am
Oh, stupid.
Drencho POET Loads
Categories:
keyless, fear,
Form:
Narrative