Best Move Into Poems
Dear humans, do you read me, I live in space,
Merely a being, sent by God, I'm all over the place.
I circle the world, live among debris,
You leave behind, you ruined your planet,
Now you want to go to Mars, so that you can
Pollute that planet in a few thousand years,
I have shed enough tears,
A millennium has gone by, and yet my fears,
Are much the same, not only the land you destroy,
But what of your beautiful oceans, you have caused
Global destruction, ice is melting, oceans rising
Lands worldwide are drowning, farms are flooding,
Mudslides send houses into never-never land,
We must do something, you all say the same,
Well do it.
Have you absolutely lost your sanity,
Your complete mentality in irreversible totality,
First think of your ocean life, ban plastic bags,
Deforestation must stop, this must be immediate
All trees are life giving, sustaining an all encompassing
Balance, animals lose their forests and move into
Suburbs, confused, looking for food.
You overpopulate,
Why three or four children, be grateful have one
Others so sad, as they have none.
Unemployment on the rise,
The poor have no chance of winning first prize.
You have brought about division between
Colors, creeds and nations, stop it, we are all
Brothers and sisters, please help the poor
Who come to ask for food at your door
Disparity of wealth crazy, billionaires now more
Than before, whilst the poor live under bridges
Or scavenge in garbage, shame on us, shame on us,
Shame on our governments, access to water is
Humanitarian, all should have access.
I therefore beseech you to do the right thing, be kind,
Be mindful, allow love to seep into your heart,
Don't risk becoming an inevitable mortal fatality,
Nurture your planets ozone deficiency, begin,
with healing your unhinged mental capacity
The beginning starts with you,
But of course, that you knew.
Categories:
move into, weather,
Form:
Prose
In the shadows of my mind
There is a memory of you, laughing
Despite the pain that hung like a curtain
Shading the windows of your heart,
Stopping the light who glistened
Just beyond your feelings,
Where doubt told you to disregard
The gentle touch of its shafts,
Promising energies that would silence
All the grief that followed you
In my memory, you are laughing
But it is a sham, filled with false promises,
Forged in pain and counterfeit like the summer
Who can’t last, who will move into autumn’s bleakness
Despite all the flowers who bloom with such joy,
The picnics and barbecues, the reminders
That every moment is a treasure,
Blessing those who know that summer itself
Will not last and is a blessing to be thankful to know
Even though autumn is fast approaching
In the days before your death
You were like a fast approaching autumn,
Dressed in laughter and promising to listen
To my encouragement, the praise and support,
Like tokens of my love on display – yet
You were still dependent on the feeling, kneeling
To the bottle, the pill – abusing your body
And your bogus laugh told the story of doubt
That you would ever find your way out of the habit
Before autumn claimed you and then…
Death whispered your name
Before I had the chance to say I love you – once again
Categories:
move into, addiction, death,
Form:
Free verse
In life’s incessant din
As I search for peace within
Lone spaces I desire
And stillness I adore
Then silence is my mate
And noise is what I hate
Closing my eyes to the outer space
A window opens to my inner space
I begin to find solace in my solitude
And look up to Heaven in gratitude
Enriched with visions pleasurable
I enter into a realm so delectable
The vault of Heaven gemmed and bright
And the Earth and sea overwhelmed in light
The disquiet within me subsides
An unassailable calm slowly descends
I hear a caring voice from somewhere
A faint voice quite reassuring, so near
Then within me the Wider Life emerges
And the lesser life finally submerges
I experience what is true peace and content
And I am so sure it is heaven sent
Oh! What solace is in my solitude!
And how I move into near beatitude!
Jan.31.2023
Finding Peace Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Regina McIntosh
Categories:
move into, beauty, peace, silence, solitude,
Form:
Rhyme
The inn of my Heart
has many rooms;
I thought I knew them all.
They were peopled with
husband, children,
family and friends.
Even God had a room,
and I visited them all frequently.
I really didn't think
there were any more rooms;
Until one day,
while walking through my Inn,
I discovered a suite of rooms
unoccupied.
"Who is this for?"
I loudly asked,
"And why have not these rooms
been used?"
No one could tell me who,
and no one could tell me why.
So I stumbled around the rooms
exclaiming over the things
that I found there.
But as surely as day must dawn
the realization slowly came,
and with such a sense of discovery,
I stood there in awe
wondering what I would do.
For I had entered the rooms
filled with the essence of me.
There were all the hopes,
and dreams,
and feelings,
of one human soul.
And when I looked with understanding,
I saw that even the ugly things
had not been forgotten here.
It was a fearful thing
to be confronted with myself,
to see so clearly all the things
I had long ignored.
You see, the things we ignore,
hoping they'll go away,
simply move into our rooms
and wait for rediscovery.
Your turn will come,
if it hasn't already,
to enter your suite of rooms
and be confronted
with all the essence of you.
What will you do?
And, what am I going to do now?
Escape and close the door?
Lock it?
Build a wall in front of it?
Try to forget the things I found
in my suite of rooms?
Put my blinders back on?
Or will I have the courage
to move into my rooms;
to become familiar with those intangibles
that exist in all of us;
To learn to live with
the ugly things,
and not be defeated by them;
To sort out the useable
from all the rest,
and use it with enthusiasm;
To know that what I found here
won't always suit those around me,
But acknowledge it anyway.
I stand now in the doorway,
looking out, looking in,
wondering . . .
Submitted 17 Sept 2016
To Contest: What Might They Find There
Categories:
move into, identity,
Form:
Free verse
My soul is lost
upon ice-blue crevasses so deeply!
help me my blue elephant
that lettuce is brave
like electrons always saying hello
and never goodbyes!
You slip on lice and break your arms
it's all so SCHIZOPHRENIC: tangentiality!
stilted speech and phonemic paraphasia
are mainly broken-minded poets
who use both sides of a pencil
-+95% of black eyes kill 5% of rabbits
and the bird whistles in Japaneses:
"sei shin bun retsu byo"
( mind split disease)
where logic and proportion falls
between the King & Queen
AND ALL ANGELS go to 7-Eleven
in their heavenly garments to buy
hot dogs and slur-pees
and writing is a socially acceptable
form of schizophrenia...hmm....
such is the paradox of delusion
and how are you? When you walk down
a sidewalk to the abuse of verbally
abusive birds chirping loudly how
dull and stupid you are. So you move into
a homeless shelter and make new friends!
:: 10242015 ::
Categories:
move into, imagery, imagination, poems, poetry,
Form:
Free verse
I wore my pretty pink dress; you told me
I looked quite divine. Nervously I walk
through the door, your ma wails like a banshee,
but I clear my dry throat and try to talk.
A spotlight shines brightly over my head -
it's just like an interrogation! Quick
questions fired like bullets fill me with dread;
I want to run from the room and be sick
Your mother is a monster! I pity
you; and loathe the way she silenced your dad!
Please come and live with me in the city
or move into your own bachelor pad
One day she could be my mother in law,
I must zip my lip, or it could be war!
S Form Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
Sonnet – 10 syllables per line, Scary theme chosen
07-22-17
Categories:
move into, boyfriend, humorous, parents, relationship,
Form:
Sonnet
Future dreams- I have put on hold because of dreadful fear,
Until now, I am trapped in a cemetery with the dead, weeping;
To myself so often, I say just let it go, let the pain go-follow dreams.
Until now, my yesterdays were more important than tomorrows,
Ravaged has been my short life and my future out of sight;
Ends of journeys usually mean beginnings of others- but I am stuck.
I have had a dark past, full of death and tragedy. And I am unable to let it go.
And what is odd is that my parents were the happiest people, never full of gloom.
Why cannot I be more like them? They were always looking to the future, they had
plans and dreams, and they never dwelled in the past. They could have, but did not.
My Dad used to say that life is like chapters in a book, you finish one, begin another.
I know that it will be impossible to live my dreams until I accept the sad of my past.
Accepting the past will allow me to move into the future. Yesterday is history and
tomorrow is a mystery, as the saying goes. I want to make new memories, happy
ones, but first I must find the happiness that dwells within. And move on because
I have beautiful dreams full of peace and tranquility and awesome new adventures.
I will take the past
lessons and bring them with me-
amazing are my dreams
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Written May 7, 2016
Poetry/Acrostic/Haibun/Senyru/"Amazing Are My Dreams"
Copyright Protected, ID 16- 787-517-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, First Place Only II
sponsor, Laura Loo (June 18, 2016)
Second Place
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Written for the contest, Future
sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron
First Place (Judged 5/11/2016)
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Poem of the Day, May 9, 2016
Categories:
move into, future,
Form:
Free verse
Walk everywhere. Go on long sea voyages;
Ask for days like symphonies of slow music,
banks of blue flowers to wrap you in the moment.
Become immersed in watching clouds
spiders building their webs.
Travel by the slowest modes of transport.
Ride a camel, camp out in the desert.
Move into a museum and declare it real time.
Dress in a crinoline. Decorate your room with
fossils. Read endless books- make your own wine .
Churn your own butter. Grow a garden.
When all else fails,
pull the hands off clocks. Declare it a crime to tell
time.
Hang curtains on the daylight. Hold back the sea.
Ruin the sun and cycles that turn,
annihilate the moon - close the doors on eternity.
Suzanne Delaney
Categories:
move into, analogy, imagination, time,
Form:
Free verse
A beautiful landscape all clustered with trees
Among the bright flowers the buzzing of bees
A babbling brook and warm summer breeze
The frolic of beavers on the cool beach sand
The air that they breathe unscented by man
No human hands have touched this land
Look in the distance, what’s that bright gleam
Sun glinting off new shovels and axes of a ditch digging team
Man is coming to clear; then erect steel beam
Work is done at a feverish pace
The buyers are anxious to move into the place
The work now done has left on the site
A skyscraper shinning like a star in the night
But, the truth of this building is devastation widespread
Can’t find the brook; as it is now a dry bed
Old growth trees are cut down and dead
Birds have nowhere to give birth
Flowers are crushed under earth
Bees are unable to find pollen of worth
The beach is now a slab of concrete
Never again to bear the beavers feet
Categories:
move into, betrayal, nature,
Form:
Rhyme
I'm curious about my shadow
in the sun it follows me around,
but if I move into the shade
my shadow's nowhere to be found.
Did light create something dark
or is this a part of me,
maybe it's just my negative
something I don't often see.
I suppose it could be my dark side
being separated by the sun,
in the sunshine I do feel much happier
and I do tend to have more fun.
It follows my every movement
just can't make a move alone,
but if I stand still long enough
my shadow will move on it's own.
Categories:
move into, fantasy, funny, imagination,
Form:
Rhyme
I only want a heart that is free.
To be content with life and me.
I want the space and room to grow.
To reap the harvest of seeds I sow.
To live, work, and take care of mine.
And at the end of the day, bask in the sunshine.
To put forth my hand in an endeavor.
To fearlessly move into forever.
To not be held back by hesitation or fear.
To chase down more than just what is here.
To get up and taste what I am made of.
To jump in both feet, into life, happiness, and love.
To build my dreams with my own hand.
And to have the freedom to do and be, as much as I can,
For as long as time and space will allow me.
Sarah Comstock
9-19-2010
Categories:
move into, happiness, inspirational, uplifting, space,
Form:
Even the walls have ears,
And gnarly gnashing of worn out teeth.
Waiting, just waiting with bated breath
For what will surely never come.
Whisper...
Just whisper.
Manic shadows struggling to move into the light,
Upon the walls of their own wrong judgments.
See how they run.
A bloody murder of crows
Swiftly fleeting , searching out the cracked plaster
That will land them in the now.
Now...I begin again.
Now I begin again.
Oops! Wrong thought.
NOW, I begin again.
Categories:
move into, introspection,
Form:
Free verse
TO PRESERVE YOUR HEALTH
YOU MUST RESERVE YOUR DATE AND TIME
TO ENTER THE EMPIRE OF DEATH
“Arrête, c'est ici l'empire de la mort!"
Sign in Paris Catacombs
SKELETON OF PARIS
i dared each dank step
into the catacombs of Paris
thank the Lord
each step was not
creaking bone
i’d descend, of course
my choice, my feet
move into the nether
the deep dark secret tomb
a heavy door
surreality adorned
below the stinking streets
the foul history
of death
dredged up
from six feet deep
dusted and cleansed
the mandibles,
joints, heartless
bones
the boneyard quarry
accentuated death
having a new spin
on “putting our heads together,”
a collaboration of dust
the bleak hallway, I dare
not touch, i cross myself
ashes to ashes, dust to dust
attempting to stay in the center
of the narrow way
O the clink and clank
the synergy
that will fuse these bodies together
at the end of time
who will be the first to awaken?
will he or she faint away
as they discover
their dissected bones?
The artful remains of Robespierre, Lavoisier,
Danton - the dearly beheaded come to life,
guests of downtown…way downtown Paris.
Upwards of seven million squeezed together.
The leap of disease…the health crisis relieved.
1/13/2022
Categories:
move into, death, paris,
Form:
Free verse
I have lost my track, all around I see only darkness.
Is it because my eyes are blind folded or my sight impaired?
I grope and stagger, not knowing where my next step leads.
This miserable plight leaves me greatly despaired.
A thick veil has been drawn all about me,
Hindering my sight. What I see is ink blackness.
I wish to move into a world of light and life,
A blissful state of better awareness and gladness.
I know there’s a light at a distance, so bright and blinding.
It's more powerful than the light from all lamps.
I plead God to direct me to that light hidden from my view.
Allowing it to penetrate my being, filling up all empty blanks.
* * * *
He whispered- “Why search for light when it is inside,
Tear off the shroud and you’ll see the self-existent light”.
Rising to a new awakening, I looked inside, saw my ego,
Hung as a curtain over my eyes, veiling my sight.
The very moment I fell on my knees and ardently prayed,
“Let the waves of light pass through every sinew and bone,
Of my being and tear off the veil obstructing my view,
And lead me to light, never making me stumble in a dark zone”.
God graciously heard my prayer and beams of light fell on my way.
Felt I was floating on the crest of the waves of delight.
Along with this new insight, colours and tunes poured in endless cascade,
And my whole being got soaked in the lustrous beams of light.
May. 9. 2023
Placed Second in Unseeking Seeker's Poetry Contest
Categories:
move into, dark, life, light,
Form:
Rhyme
Christmas is the one time when we can safely dig deep into our memories,
Looking for pearls instead of lemons,
The one time we dare to hope for a different outcome this year,
Where children actually come first,
And tears more often come from a place of joy,
It is a time where online searches are for digging up friends from the past,
And finding bad memories to delete.
It is a time when we spend more time seeking fellowship,
And less on trying to sink the ship,
It is a time when we move into the light,
But are careful not to hog the limelight.
Christmas is the one time when we look to the past,
For the good deeds of others,
So we can tell their mothers,
It is a time when Open homes replace the for sale sign,
With a bottle of the best wine.
Remembering the past at Christmas could make life divine,
Give you a Dickens of a time,
And thoughts mostly sublime,
You may even find an extra line,
To add to this rhyme,
As on your past you dine.
Categories:
move into, addiction, angel, assonance, beauty,
Form:
Epic