Best Lock Poems
(Spock)
Captain, sensors indicate a power surge
Resonating through their ship's body
I'm sure I don't have to remind you
They have their own Scotty
(the questioning me)
But where has faith brought us?
As I look around I see
A species not asking any questions
About the infinite possibilities
(the faith-based me)
But that's why it's called faith
Trusting in what you cannot see
All things can be yours
If you will just........ believe....
(the questioning me)
I hear what you're saying
Catchy slogans always dazzle me
But once people think they're right
Then there's only eternal stagnancy
(Spock)
And Captain don't forget our mission
The beauty of opening new doors
To go to those forbidden places
Where no man has gone before
With the sadness of lost friendship
And as I look into my own eyes
The damage of my faith-based fears
Struggling as I say the word, "Fire"
Photons rip through the hull
Of this Enterprise of faith
And the exaggerated look of horror
Spreads across both of our face
And now I consider the wreckage
Of a species void of curiosity
Silently content to be powerless
And stare mindlessly at a TV
And I wonder if all new awareness
Must first go through this stage
As we learn that asking questions
Is not indicative to faith
Captain's Personal Log,
There is a sadness that comes from destroying the part of me that wants
so desperately to believe in something. Yet I have found this faith always
leads to a limitation of consciousness, a stagnancy of awareness that
leads to a retraction of my identity, and ultimately to the most unbearable
unhappiness. But now I wish to stop looking to what others want me to
believe, and to look to myself. No fear of the judgments I was taught as
a child. No fear of abandoning always what someone else always told
me. The thrill of the stars is calling me, and I want to go where no man........
has gone before...........
Captains Log Star date 8391.1,
I now face a terrible dilemma. After the bloodiest of battles with a crew from
another dimension, a crew of doppelgangers, in essence a crew of ourselves, we
have finally gained the upper hand, and this other Enterprise, Enterprise of
ourselves, Enterprise of unquestioning faith, is tumbling, helplessly through the
coldness of space. And I, I remain unsure of my next move. Do I destroy this other
Enterprise before it makes me believe in the ideas I hear repeated the most? If I
destroy it, what will the consequences be for me and my crew?
(Status Mr. Chekov?)
Captain, her shields are down
With no anti-matter inducer interface
Basically she's a wounded wessel
Just hurling through space
(Spock)
But her coils are recharging
As is that of her design
You have only a brief window
Before her mains are back on line
Mr. Sulu, arm photon torpedoes
And stay ready with your hand
Lock phasers on target
And then await my next command
(locking phasers)
(Uhura)
Captain, the other Enterprise is hailing
Wishing to express their desire
This faith-based you wants to discuss
The terms of a mutual cease fire
(ON SCREEN)
(the faith-based me}
What's the meaning of this attack?
You have taken this too far
And don't you dare forget
I know how blood thirsty you are
(the questioning me)
You represent the old me
The empty parrot of my faith
But so often you gave me comfort
During the loneliest of days
(the faith-based me)
Then we have an understanding
You can see that you need me
I just want.............. to live.....
To love and ........to breath......
I’m happy we are on lock down
I’m now spending far less money
Sadly I can't visit my elderly mum
So I sent her two jars of honey
I’m happy we are on lock down
We are still able to go for a walk
To communicate with loved ones
we use the internet so we can talk
I’m happy we are on lock down
Our air’s purer we have less pollution
With only essential travel allowed
It’s a now proven pollution solution
I’m happy we are on lock down
If it means we don’t catch the virus
And I love the music my son plays
I hear Queen and not Miley Cyrus!
I’m thankful we are on lock down
If it means that no lives are lost
Many elderly folk are at risk
we must protect lives whatever the cost
Quarantine Poems Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
We have the virus where I live and are on lock down for 21 days, we can shop for provisions (ensuring we keep to the 2 meter rule) and go for a walk but otherwise we are to remain at home unless a journey is absolutely essential. Thankfully at the time of writing no one has died but the number of cases are rising
03/31/20
03/31/20
Unlock my feelings
You have the key for the lock.
They're all yours to keep.
I’m locked inside a place so very small
I do not fit inside it physically.
And yet it somehow is consuming me.
At times, I feel I can’t break loose at all!
My arms and legs were not bound up by rope.
I’m not behind some door with heavy chain.
In fact, I am not forced here to remain.
So why do I stay trapped like some big dope?
And can you guess what has a hold of me
and steals my precious evenings hour by hour?
Whatever could it be that wields such power
to rob me of the time with my TV!!!!
A little progress I’ve begun to make
as less and less I’m trapped here recently!
I’m taking baby steps. It’s up to me
to free myself. Poor habits I must break!
I must stop being such a nincompoop!
set limits on myself; take better care
of me; get sleep, and not just sit and stare
at this small box that drowns me in the Soup!
(note: this is not a slam against Soup, but rather
just my frustration at myself for devoting so much of
my time to it; I honestly love every minute I am here!)
For Dane Ann's Contest:
"Being Trapped and Breaking Loose"
Lock me up, hide me away
Shut the door till there is no more
Close my mouth so I can’t speak
Shut my eyes so I can’t see
Break my heart so I can’t feel
Tie me up so I can’t leave
Hold me down so I can’t move
Stomp on me there’s nothing left
Drown me in fear and bitterness
My life is worth nothing now
I think I’m lost, might not ever be found
So just go away there is nothing here
You can be free
I won’t make a sound
Live your life without me here
Go ahead it’s what you need
A life of control and flying free
Yeah it’s good for you so just forget about me
Blackbird sings shrill at night, before day's dawn,
not now drowned by traffic's rumble sound,
nor returning early morning flight from Costa's Benidorm
to Heathrow's duller, grayer ground.
Now all is empty beach, and quieter lock-down street.
This strange unearthly morning still has only just begun,
has only just begun its start, is nowhere near complete.
And blackbird sits on hedge row top, or higher branch,
dark shadowed shape to rising glow.
And does he notice those below no longer make their way to work,
or turn the key where car is parked beside suburban curb?
Has he found this finer voice now humankind has lost its choice
to mask this far sublimer task of glory choral sound?
So sweetly sung, so sweetly hung between each silent pause.
It gains Creator's ear, soft ringing His applause,
while many sit in fear, shut still behind closed doors,
first hearing clear for many years this greater sound composed.
First hearing clear for many years: Creator's sound composed.
It is a business truth
And transformer of lenders into Ruth
Who have been infamous Shylock
Or a hesitant safe with lock ...
A borrower to soften his voice
And watch its magic
By far more helpful than a cobra’s poise
Or Insistent Logic;
A lender’s lost key to his savings booth
Quietly warranting a hammer or Jaguar’s tooth
The voice of the badly broke
When penury has begun to choke
Should be often tender
To the rescuing lender
The broke an unconditional blender
For the service lender has to render.
your intense gaze gave me jitters...
churning the calm ocean of my mind
Date: 05/02/2021
Submitted for: "The Way You Look At Me" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: JCB Brul
Pain so debilitating
draining me of life
It is constant
with no respite
Saps my energy
such pain within
Pain depletes joy
from my face
Leaves strain and hurt
etched on my frown
As slowly and surely
pain grinds me down
Even when I try to sleep
pain keeps me awake
for hours on end
This enemy within
taking over my life
is dragging me down
Pain at every turn
Pain so aging
so exhausting too
Oh dear what can I do
Walking to accommodate
but posture is poor
Exacerbating problem
on walking through my door
Oh please I am begging
no pain anymore
Unwelcome guest
you ring my bell
you truly are
a visitor from hell
I will not let you in
I will lock up my door
Written on 10th January 2019
written after a very painful period so feeling rather fragile
Contest A STRAND (1072)
Sponsor Brian Strand
FIRST PLACE
when infatuation soars
careful who you let in
guard your heart
and lock your doors
for heaven’s sake think twice
throw not caution to the wind
careful who comes close
lest they tear your life apart
AP: 2nd place 2021
Submitted on July 22, 2021 for contest DOORS sponsored by ANTHONY BIAANCO
Originally posted on February 23, 2019
A physical lock down,
Should not cause a breakdown,
If you slow your thoughts down,
And send your mind downtown,
Or to another town,
Maybe even another country to set it down.
I would recommend that you are back by tea time,
Before it is dark time,
As now is not the time,
For your mind to get lost in a dark time,
But a time,
To make light of time,
So we can all have a good time,
Even in this bad time,
When we don't know if it will soon be our time,
To leave this time.
Proof in Lock of Hair and Baby Tooth
‘Love you mama’
Shouts a fairy’s
baby tooth
set long before
in a violet velvet box.
‘Miss you lots’
whispers mama,
eyes fixed as she
fondles the
pearly bit.
This kind of love
so fast, no force
of wind can pry
from a mother’s
heart hammered to pieces
clumsily restored
with loving epoxy
and homemade patches
of friends and
family.
Time’s stitches transform
the gaping wound in
scabby healing
and finally the
scar – another proof.
©Kathryn McL. Collins
I knock at the door of my questioning
Wondering if I should let myself in
Will I be a hospitable guest
Will my questions eviscerate me
I have known myself
to be my greatest nemesis
Therefore I fear
Being alone with myself in the dark
I prepare my room
Open the windows
Allow cold air to permeate my sanctum
For I wish to be alert
I turn on the lights
For I wish to see
I do not wish to be distracted by me
The knocking
Becomes more persistent
With beating heart
I walk across the room
Feeling my breath catch in my throat
As sweaty hands reach for the lock
Opening the door just a crack
Yet I push past myself like a breeze
Wondering why did it take so long
To let myself in.
There in front of me
A table and two chairs
I sat here
And I sat there
The one of me
Was now a pair
We did not need to say a word
We listened intently and we heard
No secrets exist within one mind
The veil lifted
no longer blind
I smiled
And I smiled back at me
Suddenly another appeared
There were three of me
Past me
Present and future me
The one I was
The one I am
The one I am destined to be
So we joined hands
Together I prayed
Fear of myself
It began to fade
Some questions have no answers
So I let them fade away
I've come to accept that's perfectly okay
No reason to reside in yesterday
For both Yesterday and tommorow
live inside of me
Yet it is here and now that I need to be
I am
Yes I am
willing to be
Present and free
< once there was a girl locked in closet
dear old dad said well thats what you get
little did he come know
let out by little bro
but recaptured by moms fishing net
Entry For Leighann Anderson's
Sea Of Words Contest
G.L. All