Best Overloads Poems
"The Wormwood Portfolio"
Reams of stories
riddled with worms
wood for burning
all the children
cover their eyes
tears smoked
into the lungs
gender fluid
propheticising
bitter water
electric brains
chipped like
fine-boned China
downloading
overloads
dumps are
damp
the fuse
sizzles and
stops
green as absinthe
gauche ghosts
gone all grey skinned
scales of merit
charred unweighted
vacant and vacating
like dandelions
scattering over
the barren wombs
of the childless landscape
dreaming of biblical babies
suckling the wanton breasts
of Desdemona’s structural points,
a sharp essay, feeding insouciance
mistaken identities and confusion
side-blinded by the light
of the tempestuous kill shot
burnt and scarred
beeseeching open handed
faces turning like time dials
towards two suns
gold gone all black holed
dead verdant plants
hot feet blistering
make no more demands
skipping, games of patter-cake
powdered ochre yellow
here's the church and here's the steeple
open your hands where are the people
like viruses, germinating
no more prayers to enchant
daughters of eve
sons of man
when the Word finally speaks
there is hearing damage
Reams of stories
riddled with worms
wood for burning
all the children
cover their eyes
;
the ides of march
recant.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"A tear in the brain
allows the voices in
they wanna push you off the path
with their low-frequency wires..."
recant. v.
Wormwood.
Ides of March.
Categories:
overloads, dark, life, light,
Form:
Free verse
Sometimes you feel anger burst through your veins
Sometimes you feel hunger stir and churn your stomach
Sometimes you feel your energy fading away
Don't give give up
Just push on
Sometimes you feel you should have not been born
Sometimes you feel you have no tomorrow
Sometimes you think of no future
Don't give up
Just move on
Sometimes you work hard with no success
sometimes you give what you don't have
Sometimes you give the last you had
Don't give up
Just give everything
Sometimes you feel lonely
Sometimes you feel little loved
Sometimes you feel rejected
Don't give up
just keep loving
Sometimes you get what you don't want
Sometimes you love what you hate
Sometimes you get little when you expect big
Don't give up
Just learn to live with it
Sometimes you life is full of misery
Sometimes problems overloads your efforts
Sometimes trouble keeps coming no matter what you do
Don't give up
Just look for simple solutions
Sometimes you feel like letting it go
Sometimes you cant stand it anymore
Sometimes you feel you are under pressure
Don't give up
Just hold on
Sometimes you feel you should just die
Sometimes you find yourself surviving while others die
Sometimes you live through miracles
Don't give up
God has the answers
Sometimes you feel emptiness in your soul
Sometimes you feel heart broken
Sometimes you feel a hole in your heart
Don't worry
All will be well
Categories:
overloads, depression, feelings,
Form:
List
I wake up to the radio, the cops have this suspect on the run
who dives out of my speaker and is brandishing a gun.
He jumps off of my balcony but before he hits the ground
becomes the victim of a drive by that is going down.
I open up a coffee can, I'm needing some caffeine
when out jumps illegal aliens who run fleeing from the scene.
They dive into a mailbox where agents for the CDC
are investigating some anthrax conspiracy.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
The suicidal mullah and the martyr fission guard
are fencing with the fuel rods of the Babylon Jihad.
All the foam fanged infidels with their bottle rocket brains
start launching their scenarios for a nuclear exchange.
Out on the worried boulevard nervous heads explode
from all the terror elevated pressure overloads.
It starts a circus stampede of the psychotropic hoard
who rush down to the pharmacy for the Prozac smorgasbord.
Welcome to America the all day non-stop culture show
I've been up an hour now, only 23 to go.
Categories:
overloads, america, culture, day, satire,
Form:
Couplet
In many of ways–so too–in many of features
when your former look reached my soul
by first-rate time up a park sit out;
very clear my mind might reminding
then, of the way that dressed rain day gonna!
In the spaces was allowing befogs concrete
touring from the western upon eastern
the breeze litter hotter by the wind gone
in please entertain were butterflied
also seagull gonna flying around us,
thy unlike direction by where stare our self!
I remember found on your tender eyes
the kindness that you felt toward at mine
and glory that my heart dreamed has
always, overloads me found “always so purer”
whatever I’d try, from my lady beau having!
Categories:
overloads, faith
Form:
Narrative
there is no sunshine right now
you are in your world room looking at blankness with the tv blasting
there is no laughter right now
i am in another state of parking lot depression munching on greasy pizza slices while killing time
you are probably thinking about life without me and hating me so much in your quiet moments
i am chugging down a strawberry daiquiri sobe wishing you were just speaking to me period
when the dark is exposed to light, it better be something pretty in view
when the stale smell of 'woman-fed-up' is in the air, a plan b is like a nice butt and a great pair of legs
oftentimes forgotten are the roots of what won a heart and a mind's thought
comfort is overdosed and the brain cells are tainted by altered states of choices
eventually, there is that taste of asphalt or dog poop sometimes feared by a considerable percentage
laughter and sunshine are the least of worries....the work overloads all circuits
however at times, the alarm is cut off too late and the snooze button becomes the mistress of regret
Categories:
overloads, life, pain, sad love,
Form:
Free verse
A Tearful Conclusion
Dr. James E. Martin
A flow of tears crept from my eye
They flowed on a mission of their own.
No reason was known for why I wept
Neither fear nor sorrow was shown.
“There should be a reason”, I thought within,
It seemed odd to thus surmise.
To come to a conclusion such as this
Is neither always right nor wise.
Laughter that once had filled my soul
Now changed to a new exhibit of joy.
The moisture on my cheek I could not disguise,
There really was no reason to destroy.
Observers soon began to implore,
They worried that something was wrong.
Their worry soon amazingly fled
When suddenly I burst into a song.
The message of the song that I sang this day
Explained to the observant ear,
While resting securely in God’s loving hand
There’s never reason to fear.
Yes, tears do not always sorrow indicate.
Sometimes they say much more.
When joy overloads ones “tickle box”
There’s more than sorrow to explore.
Categories:
overloads, joy,
Form:
Rhyme
So you wanna annihilate me…
Perform your version of genocide on me
You wanna silence me….
Deny me freedom
From my birthright of royalty
Like Malcolm you wanna assassinate
My very existence from your cerebral cortex
Damaging your membrane with
Overloads of insane cruel intentions
Plotting my demise
Setting Snares Traps
Hoping I will DIE
But as a famous poet once stated
STILL I RISE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Categories:
overloads, angst,
Form:
Prose Poetry
(1.)
Dare I Compose, This Heartfelt Poem For Thee
Dare I reveal, dare to my soul expose
No longer hide behind life's hidden pose
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans
Remember her, life's most beautiful rose
She the sweet goddess, that this poor man chose.
Dare I compose, this heartfelt poem for thee
Pray to Heaven to one day again see
Together walk those streets paved in gold
Hold each other always, never grow old
Wake each dawn, with Heaven 's love all around
With you darling, forever by my side
In divine paradise wading love's tide.
Dare I ink the words, darling I love you
Just to hear you say, yes, I love you too
Return to Southern roots, a simple man
Forget this dark world's constant wicked plans.
Robert J. Lindley,
Romanticism,
Dedicated To Blessing Of And Precious Memory Of-
( My Most Beloved Wife Clarisa, She That Saved Me )
*****
(2.)
As Length'ning Shadows, Filter Thru These Aching Hours
As length'ning shadows, filter thru these aching hours
Seeing flowers bloom, I lower both sword and shield
Yet in the black-distance still loom angry towers
For this world its angry powers refuse to yield
Dare I, beg this cursed world for a peaceful sign
As if this moment, Karma and golden moon align
Nay! To do such, what a great knave fool would be I
For Karma rang no bell and day holds no moon sky!
Standing alone, this soul seeks happiness again
As a wasted form, worn down by epic grief
Here walking through life, with overloads of pain
Crying out and at moment devoid of belief
Dare I, in such a state, again raise this sharp sword
Wade into battlefield, a brave soldier to be
Cutting and slashing the dark-cast and evil hordes
Tho' knowing, more will arise from a hellish sea?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling
And darkness its turmoil dances into my head
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling
Do I, do I thus choose to run away instead
Dare I, fail my raising, deny my Southern roots
Speed ever onward past grief, fears and bitter years
Absorb the poison arrows the enemy shoots
As they whizz on through this volley of falling tears?
Here wherein twilight shades are forever falling.
I cannot help but hear heartache and loss calling.
Robert J. Lindley,
Rhyme, ( Looking inward, Hoping to Life again Find )
Categories:
overloads, art, hope, how i
Form:
Rhyme
Sending a boulder size clue with your name on it
specially marked package to the nincompoop
coming down fast from above
it's falling from the sky
gonna squish you like a bug
your silent treatment and attitude
opinionated, authoritative, ridiculous fool
everyone can see that all you are is rude
retract and coil up the power chords
unplug that man before he overloads
maybe puts a glitch in the circuit board
sending out this boulder size clue
be on the look out
this one's for you
Categories:
overloads, bullying, farewell, for him,
Form:
Free verse
multiplex parameter panaromas
interdimensional overloads
conglomerate ambient understandings
coherent conscious callings
Awareness 'R' Us
Categories:
overloads, age, america, eulogy, spoken
Form:
Free verse
ANOTHER DAY IN THIS CRAZY PLACE,PLENTY OF TIME AND SPACE AND ROOM TO PACE.
TO RETRACE THE STEPS THAT LANDED ME IN THIS ROOM, FULL OF UNCHAINED
MELODIES, PETTY THOUGHTS AND COLD FOOD.
RUDE ATTITUDES, CIGARETTE BUTTS, IF AND WHATS.
SNITCHING ON EACHOTHER TO THE COPS, LIKE A BUNNY RABBIT SHE HOPS.
REMEMBERING THE GOOD OLD DAYS WHEN WE LOOKED TO THE FUTUTRE NOW IS THE PAST.
HOT AIR FILLS YOUR LUNGS, STRESS OVERLOADS YOUR MIND. IF YOU FALL OFF POINT YOU'LL
END UP BEING HARD TO FIND.
FORGET THE GAME ITS SO DAMN LAME, NO MATTER WHO'S THE PLAYER IT ALL ENDS THE
SAME.
FORTUNE OR FAME, FORGOT MY OWN NAME, WIFE TODAY, TONIGHT SO DUMB DAME.
I SEE IT WELL I SEE IT CLEAR NO TIME FOR FEARS NO TIME FOR TEARS.
IT ISNT FAIR BUT WHO REALLY CARES, WE FIGHT FOR OUR RIGHT TO ONLY BE WRONG.
A BRUSH OF WARMTH, THE TASTE OF DEATH, REALLY WHATS LEFT?
I AM SO LOST SENDING OUT AN S.O.S WHY CANT NO ONE FIND ME WILL THEY EVEN TRY?
NEVER WAS SCARED OR SO I THOUGHT NOTHING EVER STOPPED ME EVEN WHEN I WAS
CAUGHT.
INTRODUCED MYSELF TO A WORLD I’D OF OTHERWISE NEVER MET, FELL IN LOVE WITH THE
DEVIL WHO TURNED ME INTO A VET.
I HAVE TO BE REAL AND TELL YOU THE DEAL I LIVE BY THE SECOND EACH MOMENT TOO
REAL. I CHOOSE TO DEAL AND PLAY MY CARDS MAKING IT SO EASY ITS HARD.
OUT ON MY OWN THE WORLD TO OWN ONE MINUTE TOO YOUGH THE NEXT FULL GROWN.
ITS A SELFISH WORLD BUT MEANT TO SHARE WHATS YOURS IS THERES AND THAT ISN’T
FAIR!
THE FLAME BURNS HIGH THE RAIN POURS DOWN LITTLE GIRL LOST IN A GROWN MANS TOWN.
Categories:
overloads, lost, me, time, world,
Form:
with every breath the jagged edges fit neatly into the same wounds
I try to stop it but the silky pain melts down my center
As the steel drags across my tongue it forms a wake of metallic spurs dancing in my mouth
my lips form his name and I have a moment's reprieve
heat forms like a fireball exploding through my mind
I beg for a quick kiss to quell my misery
My thoughts run as fast as the air from my lungs
I search for that quiet, warm, careful womb
Instead, I am pushed back to the harshness of birth
fighting for survival in this world that overloads my senses
Categories:
overloads, lost love,
Form:
The Lord is my shepherd and Iam his sheep
I strayed and he left ninety nine to find me
I shan't want desires, but things that I need
he's knowledgeable of in due time I receive
He maketh me lie in the pastures of green
and beside the still waters it is I who he leads
he restoreth my soul as he shows me the way
to righteousness for his exalted names sake
though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil for I am wise in my steps
thy rod and thy staff they do comfort my soul
as weapons to devour that serpent of old
you prepare a table before me in the presence of my foe
and anoint me with oil 'till my cup overloads
surely goodness and mercy shall stay with me through life
and I'll dwell in Gods' kingdom where there is no night.
Categories:
overloads, devotion, inspirational, philosophy, song-lyricme,
Form:
Short deciding what to write
To think another way begins
Red alert to stop the madness
Ringing in the seasons sins
Falling empty promise weighs
Landfill groans from holidays
Wake of refuse piling high
Overloads a different sty
Decades after dinner done
Still the remnants linger on
Stop a moment find a way
Recycle well this holiday
Categories:
overloads, earth,
Form:
Rhyme
Times the world overloads me
All I see
Close my ears
Cover their tears
Seek some peace of my own
To protect me from all I've been shown
Since I don't know when
I've always picked up my pen
Away I would ride lost in some word
Only way I could be heard
I write some rhyme
To escape for a short time
Lost to me was the world around
My own world I have found
Nothing could hurt me
While in this world I be
Finally free
Away I could fly
Nothing could touch me ,up there so high
So real
The wind I could feel
The cool air
Not a care
Safe inside my mind
People were so kind
But there is a cost
In this world you could get lost
But the freedom it did give
For once to really live
Lost in a world of no pain
Nor rain
There where your lifes not a stain
No fears
But I feel your tears
Untangle myself from from this dream
Not as easy as it may seem
Finding your way back to you
When staying would be so easy to do
So true
But I need my soul back inside
Have to carry on I can't hide
Thank you words set me free for awhile
Have back my smile
See you next time
I need to get lost in some rhyme
Categories:
overloads, baseball, bible,
Form:
Rhyme