Best Overlaps Poems
there are times
when my heart
remains silent
when its pulse is
steady and slow
there are times
when i am
right with the world
fitting in like a piece
to an irregular puzzle
there are times
when the sounds
of the life that surrounds me
blend in infinite splendor
with the music that plays
within.
and then,
there are times
when my heart explodes
and its rapid beating
becomes too much
for the confines of my chest
there are times
when i seem to be
a square block
struggling to escape
this round hole
of an existance
there are times
when the cacophonous symphony
invading my mind
overlaps with what
i hear outside
and the resulting noise
is disarmingly similar
to my inner chaos.
and then,
there are times
when i wonder
when this
nauseating see-saw
will stop its
strange rhythm
when the boundaries
that dictate
the shape of my life
will stop their
shape-shifting
when i can be left
in peace.
and then,
each time
this wondering arrives
it is followed by a certainty
that the answer is
never.
My fellow pilgrims on life’s path,
I greet you here today
To share a tale of gratitude
For help along our way.
Our best route is the straightest path,
And narrow from the gate.
But most of us went crashing through
As though we couldn’t wait
To see the things in store for us,
The sights that life would bring,
Not knowing that the track is steep
And dangers wait to sting.
A plethora of vistas wait
For those with eyes to see
But fog can sometimes block our view
As daylight starts to flee.
It’s in these dark and tricky parts
Where angels come to play,
With lanterns born above their gaze
To light the hidden way.
And when we pass beyond their light,
Another’s overlaps,
Until we’ve reached the sun again
And crossed the risky gaps.
These angels are but humble souls;
A neighbor down the road
Who walks their path with righteous steps,
And shoulders others’ load.
God bless these lantern bearers!
Without them I’d be lost
And never find my way back home
Despite the distance crossed.
In this day of widespread obesity
THE TALE OF TOM
no!
but why?
he was kind
and so thoughtful
didn’t strut around
like so many I know
all the little ones loved him
i must say though he was so fat
he should have watched himself at mealtimes
just see how he overlaps the platter
The Rope
"You must be tired by now,
go home and undo your hopes.."
the cracked pen and conscience, spill
dark clouds into the background
of the mind, pathetic fallacy...
The Rope: Pathos,
covers the skin in ink
until the illness overlaps the man,
until emotions overlap reason,
until he disappears into the night,
unbeknownst to the stars,
and even to himself.
For he
"who makes a beast of himself,
gets rid of the pain of being a man".
A Powerful Tree I know
Outstanding in All its Growth
Great and Mighty Fortress
Overlaps and Grinds
Weighs Upon Greater Gazes
Surrender To No One
Shines Upon All My Troubles
Stands Firm on Sinking Grounds
Washes All the Past, and
Present Worries
What a Hero!
What a Friend!
This person I will Call
Is my One And Only Dad!
Life is entanglement plus time,
A Gordian knot of opportunities,
Each ravel a riddle to solve
or a battle to be won.
We grab and pull at the gnarls,
Greedy fingers seeking solutions alone.
Though the more we worry them,
the tighter the fibers cling together,
defeating our efforts with every turn.
The working ends unhitched and hidden,
Knots impossible to untie without another;
Desperate, we seek the means to unset
the tightened rounds of coil.
We need only look up from our lonely struggle,
Unhand the ties and trice up munitions,
In favor of a more effective weapon,
for a prize worth more than any puzzle.
Love is the sword that cuts,
The foil to Gordius' grateful gift,
The force that frees us from the knots
that bind us alone in despair.
Love is the lens that exposes the path,
To unraveling the tangled mess,
To bearing witness to the holism of loops
and eyes along the same length of rope.
Love alone is the key that unlocks
The secrets of the tightly-wound tangle,
Revealing the pattern of the overlaps
and the beauty of the intermingled angles.
With love as our scope, we can maneuver
Through the maze of twists and turns,
Unleashing joys and embracing the weight
of the lessons we learn as the bind slowly burns.
Through patience and kindness, we can loosen
The strands that have wound us so tightly,
Embracing the challenge and refusing to choose
the path of ire or slacking down without a fight.
So let us unravel the knot with hearts ablaze
And together minds set on finding the way,
With love as our sword and our site and our hope,
we can unravel the rigging and seize hold of the day.
Turning to face reality
a mirror tells no lie,
with no way to hide it
how can one even try
The image of myself
not one of perfection,
and still I can see you
in that gray reflection
Every inch of yourself
was not meant to be seen,
the wise woman knows
what is hidden in between
Every inch it overlaps
what matters most to me,
holds more importance
than what a mirror can see
Inner beauty and passion
the heart and the brain,
never facing rejection
though feeling the pain
The blind leave the scars
though cuts cannot deflate,
nor jokes that may crush
will not hold any weight
So if when alone one day
you still find yourself blue,
promise you'll remember
I love every inch of you.
Now that you have passed,
the days are mostly a crescent memory,
eclipsed by the night illuminating
what daylight darkens.
And me...
sitting upon the edge of my bed,
I look down,
down in consternation...
down to where the stars fall,
down to where heaven overlaps emptiness,
slipping through the floorboards
like ribbons of gravity that can
not escape my insolvent darkness;
the thought that you,
you in your celestial light of death,
you no longer will tender my embrace.
I am afraid that now
if I saw you
I could no longer wrap
my arms around you,
arms that have been clutched
as they have all of these nights
around the shadow of you
upon the frame of my heart...
that they could no longer open,
and with love being just moments away
I would die within my own dream.
(March 27 2016)
Your smile like razors
your kiss like knives
im drowning in your love
as i struggle to stay alive
i promised not to slice
and i still continue to do my part
but the cutts arnt on my arm
the cutts are on my heart
i didnt put them there
my hearts painted black from
the darkness that it drains
it overlaps my loving heart
as your love becomes my pain
as i bleed the pain in blood
my heart begins to flood
its all gone with the sin
it leaked out through the scars
that are reopened once again.
-Spencer Coggsdale dedicated to Luis Arizpe
Humid
canopy of
butterfly filled July
overlaps those sultry days of
idle bliss.
Wings shadowing below...
Ever following yet never quite meeting,
Gliding smoothly over lakes and valleys,
Distorted and misshapen by crevices and rock;
Yet, beginning at once, as each stroke simultaneously blends.
Like eternity this powerful flight,
As we strive to shadow the ones who soar before us.
Never quite with them, yet close enough to mirror their efforts.
Distorted at times by life’s inconsistencies.
We find ourselves stretching and releasing as they.
As we rise ever higher,
Wings overlap wings and time overlaps time.
Transformed,we become the wings for the shadows that follow.
The ocean. The ocean is beautiful; a perfect harmony for anybody to desire. Glistening with sand, as the water calmly overlaps one another, causing waves. Soothing yet flowing, soft, as they gently touch the sand and bring up objects long lost in the sea. The ocean is a cool yet soothing place that everybody falls in love with. The ocean is one of the most beautiful places all around the world, yet is all around the world. Pick up a seashell for when you’re not near, and place it gently to your ear and soon you’ll hear the magnificent paradise of harmony that everyone truly does enjoy.
A Cimmerian hue overlaps
The thoughts encroaching my psyche
They seem to harvest labyrinthine symmetries
Of which I covet
It matters not the appositeness
The unidentified may bear
For by passages of valor I transcend
Pending next droplet, drip mirror spherical
Rolls speedily down leaf spine, drops sluggish
Earth splatter tsunami sends ants hysterical
Stunned dusk undergrowth inherits lush nourish
Urge pink ibis mini flamingoes fossick forage
Monstera nod, almond gaps dim heliotrope
Panther threads trunks, slinky seeker of prey
Teeming technicolor butterfly kaleidoscope
Ulysses sheen self propelled pages paraded
Overtly elated to give and receive nil sage
Umbrella edges bend, rotund umbra worms
Squirm in church of curving purple steeples
Polished olive flags flap, dancefloor foliage
Rune scribes in immaculate symbiotic terms
Accord overlaps then parts, calm sequence
Your forest of frolic pays hedonism homage
Excused from the mantra of hot fate frighten
Rain redeems rotted logs in soft moss christen
Scintillating hinterland halcyon happy village
Twenty Second of October
Two Sides to every Story
Well today I find myself stretching again
Passed tests trials and wicked heart men
Playing games on courts
Who me no door
Shuts close with no reason
Freedom comes in season
Time gains its now
Hope despair somehow
Catches up with lost time
Almost lost the mind
Sandy winds in eyes
Differently to cry
Tears of joy to die
Old life renewed
All the reason to choose
Team won without rules
This dude thought slick was slick memo
Producer with no demo
Riding tires without a limo
Stage with out bingo
Won with out a song
Hidden revealed who won
Sitting in the audience tables have crumbs
Snatcher and catchers
ballplayers flipped done
First place without a stump
Hills with no humps
Helicopters blades with days
News casters who lie trilogy
Rain passed storms windy chilly
Seasons have reasons
Maps have overlaps
But people insecure run miles with no crap
Tell tales and stories with lies
Promises made with goodbyes
Pimping Easy prostitute pushed down made to cry
Die deaths streets with beats
Undercover paid service with creeps
Heep down with locks too
Blurred Lines tell lies too
Who wrote Gaye lines paid lines have paid too