Best Ligament Poems
As you know, dear one
I border emotions that perhaps are an enigma to you
You look up to me at times with the highest respect
When you and I both know we are leveled
I dedicate to you a speech above the most precious jewels
My words surely don’t climb among or above the highness of great
But I can tell you straight—I am proud of my feelings
I am proud to have you here on earth with me
You know, when I wrote those words, joyous bells began to ring
I heard them in harmony, for they agreed
Indeed, I had the council of music in meeting
And we all averred that you are a part of me—a rare ligament that I truly cherish
For years you have devoted yourself
Fearing that someday I may leave your side
Oh my sweet, beloved friend—how I have!
I do not wish to degrade you—forgive me!
Allow me to further explain
I have left many times from the comfort of your embraces
Blinded by the enigmatic pangs I so desperately conceal
But these moments of solitude allow me to candidly feel
And as I have said—I am proud of my feelings
For they have led me straight to the epiphanies I shall now reveal:
I saw you amongst the wild horses—amid the paragon of temperament
Their nostrils flared at a presence; like confused soldiers, their eyes darted about
I was crazed into fear that I would be founded out
In meadows near from grasp of humanity
You fled but kept me in eyesight
Wondering and wandering—nearly touching the brink of my world
The bells drew you near—for they were apples to your eye
My laughter reached the highest height
You knew that I was not jeering you
I was delighted by your phantasmagoric magnificence!
The majority grazed on
But your dreams were meant for me to hold
At least only for a little while
For in the bells of laughter and music we were one
Cantering all the more closer to the sun
We felt not the burn, but the warmth of friendship
As life flew on in its graces and disgraces
We drew ever nearer
And soon—as was inevitable—
We felt the sear
As you were familiar with them, you took it like a god
And longed—from me—to take it
Instead I concealed the flame
Because the tame are accustomed
To chastisement, fear and incentive
Muscles locked in agony
Every ligament burning
Pain flooding nerve endings
Labor
Heavy panting of breath
Heart pumping trying to keep up
Behind the canopy of human perception
Life and Death dance
On her knees pushing
Two women holding her
A third with hands out
Down, down . . . blood, sweat
Water – tears
A tearing and a swoosh
A boy, cover in blood
Cries into the wind
Life laughs with delight
Rachel in a panting whisper
Ben-Oni – his n a m
e
Dies
Death – laughs defiantly
Echoes across this luscious valley
Livestock pause from eating
Shepherds watch
Jacob climbs Migal Eder
Grief cries fill the valley
*** 1000 years later ******
A small wiry man from Moresheth
Deeply troubled
Spoke about justice
The coming of doom
But also of hope
Micah climbs – Migal Eder
Watchtower of the flock
Cries -- “Daughter of Zion”
Listen . . .
“Daughter of Jerusalem”
Hear my words
“Bethlehem Ephrathah
Small among the mighty clans of Judah
From within you
A ruler over Israel – a shepherd
From the beginning of days
Of ancient time
The restorer of Peace”
***** 700 years later ******
Too many people
No rooms
Tired, frustrated, worried
The pain . . .
Life and death begin to dance
She yells
J-O-S--E---P---H !!!!!
In the distance
A tower
Fire
“Hang on Mary”
Almost there
Panting prayer- Y a h w e h!!!
Father of this great hurt!
P – L – E – A – S – E
Release your son – NOW!!
Down
Upon her knees
A depression of earth
A pair of hands
Pushing with all her might
Gritted teeth, white lips pressed wide
A tearing of maidenhood
A breaching of flesh – blood burst forth
Within the blood – an infant
Relief
Cool air – Life dances upon the breeze
Death shaken, slinks away
Breast, milk, a swaddling
A mother’s love
Under Migal Eder
Watchtower of the Flock
Resting in a manger
Across the valley
A bright light
Music – “Glory to God in the highest . . .”
A new shepherd
A paschal lamb
J E S U S
Live and Love Generously
David Meade
12/19/2016
Walkin around head down
Praying I'll soon be casket bed bound
Whether it's from a gun when it spreads rounds
Or catch a disease that causes me to shed
pounds
And I pass away alone no tear drop sounds
Come to my funeral if you knew me I predict I
vacant crowd
Satin welcomes me with open arms son your
finally found
Maybe my death comes from self infliction
Take the rope put it around my throat hang myself my
own lynchin
If I had 5 horses I'd use the rope and tie it my
body every segment
Have all run in different directions to separate
every ligament
The inhuman intense images
Is inconceivable to the human senses
The pain is relentless
Starts at the head makes it goes through your
legs then shoots back to shatter your appendix
It's the reason I invoke my final breath comes
soon
Especially if I'm forever foredoomed
Every where I go misfortune looms
Hope is striped
Compare my life to my penmanship
Sloppy hard to read and find it far-fetched
anyone would wanna claim ownership
So why would I subsist
Put in a sub I quit
So if I die at this moment remember this
I'm sorry to the ones I threw stones at and forgive
the ones who threw bricks
Mama I was suppose to be a success but destiny
didn't like the script
Grandpa sorry I'm not strong enough to fight
through the hardships
I started as a soldier and became a seasoned vet
And after all these battles all was left
Gruesome images I can't seem to forget
And a perpetuating battle with the devils green
beret
Brings depression and ignite rage
No assistance from god to have the demons
slayed
Till tick tick tick then explode like the pellet I pray
to catch that's stray
Unspoken obstacles
As I decide to self loathe
And let ill fortune rot in my soul
Make no sense to be a living being
I get discredited for carry boulders that makes
me Herculean
Eyes closed in a black hearse as I exit oblivion
FIRE OPERATIE. (operatie is Dutch word for operation in English)
F ine matter in combustion with oxygen too luculent,
I ncandescent fire's poise flares up its ligament.
R esourceful if used with a well crafted stroke,
E nds up in its originality into a smoke.
Barbeque pomfret dances on the hot grill plate,
Fella operant is harum scarum,focus drifts to marr,
Fish a dish untowardly gets blackish straight,
Penchant of the palate now becomes a scar.
Water cycle disturbed,soil has furious fire,
Ex improviso calamities,lava,firestorms dig deep,
Diseases new to skin pop up,scorching rays conspire,
Greed of us if controlled,time again will reap.
Flambeau flickers soothing fire,inner heart purges,
So many wants wanted,this is what one urges.
Contest:Elements Part 4.
Sponsor:Brian Davey.
01/05/2016
Having taught GCSE’s, A-level’s and degrees,
Sue switched to primary teaching with a PGCE,
And won the Yorkshire/Lincs Sportsperson twice,
Was given the MBE for her services to charity.
She’s a patron of Rainbow House, disabled kids,
Which offers them conducive education, trying,
And she organises fundraisers for cancer research,
Along with encouraging sports games by coaching.
Sue has attended every Paralympics since 2000,
And at the Commonwealth Games in 2002, 2006,
Won two gold medals in the Women’s EAD Singles,
Where she did not panic, tense up or get into a fix.
Originally as a child, she played as able-bodied,
But her Ehlers Danlos muscle, ligament disease,
Meant that Sue used a wheelchair from age 17,
And her debut was the Euros in 1998, a release.
By 2005 she was the European Champion, gold -
Sue had won silver in 2003 as a pregnant lady,
Gold in 2013 at the Bayreuth Open in Germany,
And she took a bronze in the Europeans heady.
At Vejle in Denmark, 2015, she won the bronze,
In the team class 4-5, and at Lignano’s Master,
She won a bronze for the same event, the team,
But Sue won another bronze for the singes caster.
She just missed out on a podium finish in Rio,
She comes from Dodworth, Barnsley, S Yorkshire,
She was born on the 19th day of August in 1972,
And trains in Barnsley. She’s a mum of two, on fire.
JERKS OF JEALOUSY
Two thick n' lovely friends, friends forever type
Ugly poverty had its brutal curse on both of them
Thick n' thin of life, equally did they share...
Both good at sports, budding athletes of their locality
New contest announced, In prize-trophy, sports shoe !
Both took up challenge, preparation on in full-swing...
Motivation n' moral boost-up, coach and the trainee, both were for both!
Arrived the D- day - One lost , One won!!
This is the point where story takes a U-turn..
One who lost got jealous, best moments till date
dissolved and diluted.
Wicked jealousy corroded his mind like sulphuric acid...
In fit of jealousy burnt he the shoes won by his own dear friend...
Another contest declared in neighbouring town, winner friend said,
I won't partake due to ligament tear.. but buddy you have to win this time
The new shoes I won, you wear and keep it as my gift all yours!
Good luck my friend he patted and left, still unaware
about shoes' fate which he had kept safe in chest.
© Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015
FOR YOU
This is for you, because I cannot reach you
For you because my heart is filled with you
You overflow me, every corner
Of me, every fragile bone
every elastic ligament
All of me is you
I write for you because you are so far away
That I can only talk to you in words
My hands can never touch your skin
My lips would like to kiss yours
I want your hands to push my chair
To touch my every longing
My brittle bones
This is for you, because with eyes closed
I hear your voice dancing around
I see your eyes smiling with mischief
I feel your kisses featherlight
And I cry, in painful knowledge
That this perhaps will never be
That you'll only be a memory
***
3d place in: Long Distance Love Poetry contest
Sponsor: Nicola Byrne
Time slips away
In a brisk flow,
Ooze of nine days
Where writes don't show.
A spinal pain
From a wound old,
Comes yet again
As hurt unfolds.
A pain so deep
As backache sheers,
To disturb sleep
In moments clear.
A fatal step
In awkward turn,
Can set pain trap
In jerky churn.
So much pain hurls
In spinal cord,
A stabbing curl
In sure record.
TCM touch
Has brought healing,
Body as such
With heart willing.
The cure is slow
As trunk repairs,
Day by day grow
A health gains flair.
Time wears a poise
Where mind finds peace,
By profound choice
A new-found ease.
Words now come round
To tell most brief,
Healing now grounds
A silent grief.
Pain travels well
In body whole,
For hurts can tell
Of spacious soul.
Here by this chair
In posture firm,
I sit with flair
As words affirm.
Leon Enriquez
14 October 2018
Singapore
(Note: TCM means Traditional Chinese Medicine
which includes acupuncture, heat treatment, and
bone-setting alignment, as well as herbal medicine
and herbal plaster to alleviate pain and enhance
healing of body injury such as spinal bone and
muscle or ligament injury or misalignment.)
The light, this enlighten definition of facing thyself
As a warm aura floating on your skin
The light of your mind.
Suddenly, there is a voice leading you
To an inner path, forgotten yet carved
The voice of dominance.
Like an angel from the sky touches your name
With her winds of glory
As a blaze, a spark, a fire this realization appears
In front of your eyes
In front of your soul.
This epiphany is nothing more than you.
Your spirit needs to overhang, your hands want to atone
For this blood they carry
From centuries of stone, where trees were brown
Where life was just a runnel.
A mirror stands in front of you
This is your curse, this is your price
To know your eyes color, the shape of your nose
The lines carved on your palms
Your knees ligament, your toes steps.
The acceptance of these is the Apocalypse!
You touch your breaths and you can count them
Along with your choices and your mistakes.
Now you can Appear as Epiphany to you.
What does it take to stop a beating heart?
To freeze the blood circling each organ?
To stop the music a steady rhythm makes?
What does it take to stop the changeless process of one’s lungs?
To cause their lips to spread and never let out another exhale?
To never allow oxygen to travel through their system again?
What does it take to take someone’s father?
To take someone’s husband?
To take someone’s son?
To not allow another glance to pass through from a loved one?
To not allow the arrival back home, after a simple “see you later”?
What does it take to watch someone relive their whole life
before their eyes observe daylight for the last time?
To fall to their end?
For every ligament and muscle to give out?
To be helpless and turn to dust?
What does it take to live after that?
To have a conscious mind?
To be conscious, period?
To begin again after ordering someone’s end?
Does it take away?
This is the making This is the
the making of something,
the basement of something,
the foundation of something,
something grand the re doing of
a young poet named Robert c
Bessel Jr., everything new,
as i sit back and start to build
this huge imp ire im restarting
from the basement,
the first step is placed with
granet finishing isn't even in my
mindset but
stamping checks now were
talking ligament business, so
getting the next is history what
history in the making is.
Remote from the equator, remote from all light
Lie victims in the hands of an angry man
Who sees law as wet clay, who sees the will of the people not at all
And the spring rainshower of life’s bounties as crowbars
The glory of one man erected like a pyramid upon bullet-riddled bodies and graves
An infidel, casting a midnight fog over the landscape
A black-magic sorcerer, spouting ancient wickedness and spells of confusion
Commanding an army patriotically blinded to all but the dark light
Immolating their countrymen for a moment of warmth
Raping their wives for a moment of pleasure
Sacrificing their country so he might be their king in the moment before its fall
History will set them on Libra’s ethereal scale next to devils and hobgoblins
And other fantastical beings of evil
They will be cursed in the name of a holier authority
Mountaintall bears will rend every ligament of their being
To the smallest indivisible jots
In this life or another
There,
the blush upon my cheek
brilliant red
evading my lips from speak
but sensations throughout my body rise
and love unsaid
is only delusion and lies
and every heartbeat,
breath, ligament and sinew
embraces the heart's obsession
over you.
Capture That Emtion
Nina Parmenter's contest
2/11/19
Zenith from a telescope
Chose this device at times to view the slightest hope
Fractured elements of my past seem to have their grip
For a brief time to reflect on struggle as rain starts to drip
Having faith that a single memory would significantly improve you
Captivating true affection for somebody special because I don't want to lose you
Proving that my worthiness is not minuscule, I approach with warm intentions
In the same field I'm fading desperately in need for attention
Not to mention I have Dysthymia, a ligament to severe depression
Regardless of my atmosphere, I remain strong
So when I finally meet a girl, she can say I was the right one all along
Usually I'm up before dawn thinking of her future presence
Been riding solo for 20 years, digging myself out of the hole I fell in
I made negative choices that brought me near a closed door
All the pain I go through speaks to the ones already in storage
Collected notes and journals locked away when my tears start to pour
Difficult for me to accept the fact I'm distant from the girl I adore
Broken artificially due to the chemicals that consumed me during birth
Thanks to Mom I'm cursed with lack of blood flow when I'm trying to learn
Aggravation reached it's climax while I roast and burn
At work their explanations are never clear and firm
Only answer is God until I eternally yearn
When I was in high school,
I had a fall,
It was from a cycle,
but changed my all;
I had ligament tear
in my right foot,
Could not go to school, got
typhoid to boot;
Weak in my body and
stressed in my mind,
When I did go back, I
fell way behind;
I lost my life's purpose,
Despair set in,
I failed in my exam
to my chagrin;
Had a nervous breakdown,
Redid one year,
Mind full of sad questions,
Heart lost all cheer;
Today, when I look back,
I wonder why
such a thing was allowed
by God on high;
To teach me a lesson
about setbacks,
To increase my small faith,
In God relax;
I learnt to lean on Him,
when troubles come,
He taught me to stand strong,
not to succumb;
All things happened for good,
This I know now,
Eighteen years have gone by,
I've grown and how;
That phase transformed my life,
It was a test,
In hindsight, I perceive
God knows what's best.