Best Openness Poems
There is a sudden crowd inside the ribs,
a heavy shifting of weight,
like old furniture dragging across a hardwood floor.
It is the nervous, rhythmic friction
of a thumb tracing the rough seam of your jeans,
over and over,
trying to anchor a body that feels too light.
You stand bare under a noon sun
with nowhere to tuck your hands,
the throat closing up like a dry pipe
around words that refuse to be smooth.
It tastes like the bitter, metallic burn of morning coffee
scalded against the top of your tongue,
the physical evidence of rushing into the day.
Then the floor drops away,
that sudden, terrifying lurch in the gut
when your foot encounters only empty air
on a dark staircase you thought you knew by heart.
The silence follows, heavy as a wet wool coat,
settling into the quiet hallway upstairs
where the floorboards stop creaking,
and you realize the house has gone entirely still.
But the lungs remember how to expand.
A laugh breaks out, unrehearsed, ugly, and loud,
the kind that jolts the shoulders
and leaves you blinking at the sudden light.
It is the cold, sharp shock of air
filling the chest right after the crying stops,
tasting faintly of ozone and salt.
We are of a fragile, clumsy construction.
We bruise against the corners of tables;
we stitch ourselves back up with mismatched thread.
To be alive is just to leave the front door unlatched,
inviting the weather to wreck the kitchen,
and standing there in the debris—
bruised, exposed,
and entirely glad to have felt the storm.
things are going too
well to have anything of
interest to discuss
angel card #21
Kobey is a Diamond, who despite his verbal trials
Got taken to a courthouse, for he baulked at dingos wiles
He lost his rag, he'd grabbed his phone; he swore he'd
Had enough, he rolloked the state premier; said life was
Tough enough, he e-ffed at him and made a din, said
Lockdown was a joke, I think he wished 'old dingo' on
His mandates bill would choke?then he brought his mother
Into things which got the judge quite riled.. So he gave
Kobry a lecture; as one might with a child he'd have to
Write an apology.. Say sorry and other lies, I wouldn't
Worry Kobey, that's just typical courthouse style, dingo's
At it every day, He's just like a machine, much more
Than once in a in a while' till he got that quarrantine
He' d Hold on tight; treat em mean and keep em keen.'
Just like in bdsm, they wear a mask; you set the tasks
And if they're good? they can come up for air a'gin '
So looking on things Kobey, I don't rate you a threat.'
Yet I really the do take issue, with the way that you were treat
You fronted up that liar; you opened up the truth
You,'re found to be an asset, though they were so uncouth..
Another aspect to you, is your discerning streak
You know the score, and damage caused in only two short
Weeks.?? Then as far as freedom goes, I see you're a true lover!
Also it's great news to me; that 'old dingo even, has a mother.?
Venetian strip blinds
Adjustable openness
Bedside window pane
When Truth goes down to the Center,
To the Bottom of all things,
It makes the way for wedding dresses,
And tailored suits, and rings.
If you cannot tell all you’ve ever been,
And done, you may be sure…
That one day the awful truth will out,
And you’ll be on opposite sides
Of the door…
So I must advise (myself above all)
That the way to trust your friends,
Is to sign up for the Truth Detail,
Where nobody possesses hidden ends,
Where nobody exposes what’s already shown,
For nobody has secrets that wait to be blown,
For the Truth is a Healer, who wields cup, or sword,
And the Truth needs no Lawyer, to cut up the hoard.
When Truth goes to the Center,
He cuts out the disease,
And then, people can love
Without secrets to please.
Convictions
susan Q. miller © 2011
Song Lyrics
Maybe our convictions are convictions after all,
They lock us in a prison in our minds.
They keep us from living in this moment.
We’re out of synchronicity---out of present time.
Convicted by convictions, we are prisoners, prisoners.
Living in the past we will never be free
Until we breakout, until we break out,
Open up and live our lives today.
I'm not looking for a pot of gold
At the end of some long road.
Treasures wait around each bend, we can uncover them.
There is no end to the wealth to be discovered
When we break out, break out of our delusions,
Break out, break out of all our past conclusions.
Then we can be free, yes we can be free to live today, today
Let’s live for today.
Maybe our convictions are convictions after all.
They lock us in a prison in our minds.
Each of us are wardens and we hold the key.
There is no one else who can set the prisoner free.
So if we breakout, if we’re willing to breakout
Of past conclusions, our delusions,
Then we can be free
Free to live today
Free to find a better way
No time to waste on blame.
It’s time to break out.
We’ve got to break out.
Written: January 30, 2024
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Amidst the darkness,
a tunic of silence looms high
mentioned in a muttered manner
spying via disguised apertures
rooting remorse-ridden radiance
Upon a glimmering
A blue-toned backdrop
under a celestial canopy
with mesmerizing shimmer
A stillness wraps the earth
entangled in unfathomable peace.
An opus devoted to stillness
saturates this space
winter wonderland
breathing beauty blue
anodyne snowy utopia.
Winter dreary nights
prolonged and chilly,
glows with a suave weave
mesmerizing gray foliage
The exquisite grace
unparalleled in magnitude,
with bright sunrays bouncing off,
a pure, lovely layer of snow
Embrace a serene moment
where harmony rules supreme,
an enormous sensation of delight
as the euphoria wears off
The light was shimmering
In an icy realm devoid of any conflict,
But the bitter northern winter
Winds are as sharp as knives.
Suddenly, that time ended
As it slowly slips away,
A gift of blissfulness
remains in an unspoken way
akin to an infant sleeping
with calmness all around,
A place where time stood still
and tranquility was found
Sunlight and shadows
disappear, for it is meant to be,
In the seasons, finding hope
and the spirit soars free.
We're both ugly and gorgeous
We can love, but we may also hate
We breached the rules while playing
I wonder what our fate will be
Multifaceted, we love and detest
elegance and vulgarity
Healing our emotions requires action
and understand our ability to shift,
Support me in spreading love and peace
Inspire beauty in whatever we do,
We can accomplish this together
But the future is unknowable,
A single idea could alter the world,
I hope it's an idea that you have
A remedy for shattered emotions,
Another view I've been having
I believe there is promise,
Most people grasp the basics
Even my silly pride may leave a mark
I might be known for it in the future
Reminding others of the concept
I could also join them
Who is initiating this act?
Be involved in the entity
Simply by accepting love
When we realize we need peace,
That alone may be sufficient
We recall several eponyms,
One thing must be remembered,
This beauty is our goal.
Over ugly, we must convey beauty.
L-ovely
A-ppearance
I-s
B-rought
A-s
R-adiant
C-larity
E-agerly
L-ets
O-penness
N-icely
A-bound
Topic: Birthday of Lai G. Barcelona (August 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
lotus flower
quiet shower
sun open
R-ain
H-as
E-xited
A-gain
A-s
N-ew
G-low
U-ses
L-ovely
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Rhea Angulo (June 17)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-s
N-ewness
N-egates
L-onely
O-ld
S-hadow
I-n
T-he
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Ann M. Losito (June 15)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
Z-enith
A-rea
C-hooses
E-levation
Z-one
E-agerly
K-eeping
I-ts
E-ternal
L-ight
E-rasing
C-loudy
H-ighway
A-t
N-oontime
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Zac Ezekiel L. Echano (June 08)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
E-arly
D-awn
E-rases
N-ight
C-hill
A-s
M-orning
P-ink
O-penness
S-hines
Topic: Birthday of Eden Campos (June 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
A-fter
R-ainy
N-ight
E-arly
L-ight
B-egins
A-s
S-un
I-s
L-ooking
I-nto
O-penness
Topic: Birthday of Arnel Basilio (June 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
B-ehold
H-ow
E-arly
B-eacon
Z-ealously
D-elights
O-nce
R-adiant
O-penness
J-ust
A-ppears
Topic: Birthday of Bhebz Doroja (October 19)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic