Best Paralyzes Poems
Up high on our soul’s trapeze
we tire of the bar we hold
but we find it hard to release our known.
Eyeing the free bar of full potential,
we wish to air dive, then faith-catch that swing
so we may fly to where our allure roves.
All crave heights something in us sights.
Here comes, now nears, the free bar
we thoroughly want to grab,
but fear paralyzes all dreams we have.
We tell ourselves what convinces ourselves
to stay put, we count the reasons we should:
"there’s no way it could work out;
not with the balance in my bank account;
I'm too body sorry and old for dating;
I’m so tiny they won’t want me playing;
If I joined, problems would just stack;
Not without good health that I lack;
Trying would just lead to more crying.
Many angels tend God’s blessing warehouse,
some dusting boxes of blessings bearing names
of those who felt they deserved no claim.
When faith lacked so did dust thick stack.
Father stressed pressed,
promised abundance,
yet many clutch less
and name it their best.
Such believing may weave soul regret debt
for our depth knows we were made to love, not fret.
Belladonnic poison seeps from your eyes,
like an electric serum of Venusian alchemy,
one that paralyzes my sense of pride.
My mind oscillating,
alternating,
your gaze,
annihilating.
An infusion,
Uranium radiating me into half life,
as I look up small to thee.
How can you be my painkiller,
stretching rack,
healer,
and a killer clown surgeon
with a knack for stealing autonomy?
Your touch burns with the fires of Purgatory,
a solar cycle casting elemental ghouls,
in a rogues gallery of impish valkyrie.
Propheting in New Moon phases
of alignment's interferon mightocon cell mining,
beaming morse code anecdotally-
You dress me in the dark's fairie mood ring-collar- manacle- you cause me to wear in my captivity.
Endangered in the midst of your wilds,
from your strange type of phi
that echoes from the voids-
enchantress- third eye.
I flop like a fresh caught fish
in your net of silk, patterned telepathy.
You are a siren, a villain- bewitching
the stormy seas- to shipwreck adventurous souls
and harbor them on your oasiatic Isle, Circe?
So why do I feel saved, even in your captivity.
Turn me into a fattened pig, then,
do as you will,
but be the truffle of my descent
as I forage for delicacy.
Medusa’s Love
Medusa is a hideous and vile creature of Grecian yore.
Medusa, once a high priestess in the Temple of Athena,
Suffered Athena’s unforgiving wrath for violating her
Sacred temple as she and Lord Poseidon made love there.
Medusa’s Love entices all of her naive human victims,
Up to that special mesmerizing moment of her icy shock,
As they end up unwittingly gazing into her evil, hellish
Eyes and their bodies harden and turn to stone forever.
You can never trust those Gods who relish in making
The plight of mortal man more challenging on Earth.
Once a perfect paragon of radiant female pulchritude,
Athena transformed Medusa into this mythic monster.
As if this life isn’t frightening enough, with the advent
Of Halloween Eve and the cold, dark nights preceding it;
Medusa’s restless spirit as this grotesque Gorgon can be
Conjured from her lair at the entrance to the Underworld.
From the hissing and viperous serpents adorning her head,
To the ever-present shaking death rattle of her reptilian tail;
Medusa’s sneering and unholy visage paralyzes her victims
As her fiery and demonic eyes bring them a stone-cold death!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved
(October 1, 2015) (Unrhymed Quatrain)
its
as
if
INCUBUS
IS SITTING BACK THERE JUST WAITING TO TORMENT ME
I
MAY
LOOK
WOUNDED
but its an ILLUSION
THE GREAT MAN
what does He want all of a sudden
whats His game
i know His intentions are good but im TIRED of being protected
L
A
T
C
H
I
N
G onto it may distort my memories
i try to let go but the fear paralyzes me
its a mixture of REALITY and FANTASY
i havent REPRESSED any of it
the slate is CLEAR MENTAL STABILITY
PROPERLY PREPARED PATIENT
confirming my preconception that WE ARE ALL USELESS AND WEAK when we sleep
VISCERALLY
IM READY TO BEGIN
THIS NEW JOURNEY
The world spins, confusion in the fog
That refuses to lift, day and night
Not a clear answer can be seen
An obstacle course to get through
One thing at a time, seeking to find
A string of hope here and there
- A touch of breeze -
- A ray of sunlight -
- A pretty flower -
Holding onto any reminder of simplicity
To comfort the restless, lost, soul
Love is at a distance, unreachable
As the walls get higher and higher
Fear clutching every ounce of being
- Trapped by doubt -
Loneliness then paralyzes the soul,
Where spinning stops, in the empty abyss
Heidi Sands
7/18/18
The most beautiful girl in the world.
Have you seen her?
The most beautiful girl in the world!
I have! And she is a wonder to behold
She stops traffic, no need for police
She lights up a room, she's that electric
She shines brighter than the brightest
diamonds and pearls
She's the most beautiful girl in the world
There's nothing that compares to her
nothing else to look upon, to gaze upon
for she is the sole possessor
of all the beauty that exists.
Her smile, her kindness, her grace
entrances, mesmerizes, paralyzes
Have you seen her? I have!
To be close to her for a moment
to catch a glimpse of her elegance
is all that is needed to take your
breath away, and once that is done
you can die in peace
as you are breathless anyway.
Have you seen her? I have!
Now there's nothing left to do
but to wait, until she appears again
So ...I'll just stay here...waiting...
contemplating my
vision of loveliness
my wife.
John Derek Hamilton
April 22,2016
Give me heaven's eyes
Instead of these earthly lies
For they paralyzes
The gifts inside.
Give me angel ears
So I can hear
With a clear transmission
Not these tattered incisions.
My lungs are enlarged with an ocean of guilt
Like a flower, I quietly
silently, wilt
After all we only bloom for a moment
I might as well own it.
Break through the barricades
Of the “good old days”
What a deception
Playing on my perception.
What a joke
Trying to suffocate and choke.
There’s nothing good back there
Nothing, nothing, absolutely
Nothing.
Just a another trap
Keeping me looking back
Soldiers move on
So when you remember my name'
remember I’m gone,
On a new mission
Like a spiritual obstetrician
Got a new birth
Found some eternal worth.
On a higher level
Looking down on the devil.
Nothing left to say
I’m done doing it my way.
There’s only one way
I find it every day
When I pray
Every day
One way.
Shackles can’t abide there
Just a holy flare
Lighting the path ahead.
Some say I’m dead
That may be true
I’m dead alright,
dead to you!
You can’t encounter the glory
And continue in the same story
You can’t shower in light
And return to the night.
There is restitution
For all that spiritual prostitution
There is a day of reckoning
Wisdom is… answering his beckoning.
Where can you run in a cage tightly closed?
When you surrender you emerge,
like a rose,
The desolate find waters
The fatherless become daughters
The chosen will shine
In his time,
The chosen shall shine.
BY: Sabina Nicole
Winter wears on my patience.
Dim dreary days – the grey
grinds and grates the spirit.
Sleet slushes the street.
I don’t even ask for spring.
Grant me a blizzard
or a biting freeze with inky skies,
just something
to lift the weariness
that has wormed into my mind
and paralyzes.
2/12/2018
The Ethical Self
by
Rick Folker
If there is evil here, it is complacency, and it is collective.
- Courtney Martin/columnist for On Being
The Moral Arc is bent
but not broken
It can be retrieved and repaired
like a shattered heart
withering in the penumbra
of great grief
If only we take back the responsibility
we have so casually ceded to the loudest, harshest,
and most unforgiving voices
Then we can become caretakers and caregivers
when the moral arc seems to lose the path of justice
and lies discarded and dismissed as so many hopes and dreams
are driven to despair
It is then that we must all the more forcefully stand up and stand by
our ethics, our morals, and refuse to blame 'evil' of some other
'uncontrollable force' when we are ultimately to
be held accountable for the killings, the cruelty, the craven fear
that paralyzes our better selves
and cynically opt for helplessness when these atrocities
could have been prevented.
Ultimately, we will be held accountable for the future we
and only we can make.
The moral arc in long and it does bend
but we need make sure that we bend
with it.
The girl of my dreams, who but she could understand
of that deep desire, as a burning fire, for her hand
her hand in friendship, her hand there always to hold
her hand in mine, our souls as one, smelted as with gold
The girl of my dreams, who but she could understand
always to be by her side, never to run and never to hide
a true soul mate, through thick and thin, oath of a bride
with trust and loyalty that only loving souls could abide
The girl of my dreams, who but she could understand
that growing void in my conscience, is but a reflection of my fear
a fear that paralyzes my ability, preventing me to express my care
but you are my healer and rightfully so, to whom my heart calls dear
You girl of my dreams, were created as perfect as can be
given a mission to help me be complete, and to eventually see
your love and warmth, these qualities how they do provide
this ability for me to overcome, my own shallowness resting inside
You my better half, fashioned for me, by whom else but the One above
my life has new meaning, since you choose to share with me your love
know my dear this truth, even if my love for you could be divided in two
nothing would change, for it could never remove all the love I have for you
Shadows
I walked into a dark shadow of foreboding with fear surrounding me.
I saw people depressed, despondent and stuck because fear absorbed them.
The loss of hope is everywhere in this shadow, cries, sobbing and despair, I feel and hear them.
It starts to squeeze my joyful life, and I realized it.
Then my white Aura starts to glow brilliantly, they turn to me of those who are alive and wonder.
What is this fantastic intrusion of warm and hope?
Who is this person that I must see?
I walk on beckoning for them to come with me.
Those that are not paralyzed with fear start to follow me to the brilliant light at the end of this shadow.
Then the dark workers of the Dominion start to attack the followers to turn back, or harm will come to them.
Some do, but then my warm smile encourages the rest to press on.
The intensity of the Dominion attacks increases, and they fail.
They are seeing that the rest is following me were not affected, and the followers start shedding their fear.
Their satanic symbols and spells have no effect since now my white Aura protects them.
Now the paralyzed ones saw what’s happening to the followers and the paralyzes dissipate.
The new followers are now shedding their fears.
We are now entering this brilliant white light of peace, joy and Love. The followers form a circle with me, and we start the ascension connection with each other, and it’s beautiful.
We all hear and feel who is with us and knowing that the Dominion of shadows cannot prevail.
Suddenly the ascension connection increases the brilliant white light.
It became so bright that all shadows are destroyed along with the dominion workers.
It is now can be said that THIS IS THE GREAT AWAKENING!
Who am I?
Brutally beautiful is this lady before me
Red fox of desires hallows her body
Udder of males she fills with biting milk
Twinkling eyes prick trembling hearts
All who see her are traumatized by her curves
Little oval lips spear cheeks of daring men
Legs on the move paralyzes all imaginations
Yabbering, her shadow bursts in silent sermons
Behind, her mountains speak obscene words
Eye-lashes flog men’s eyes into shyness
Above her, hang swords of romantic doom
“Ugly” flies into hiding once she’s around
Tight attire assaults holiness in any male
Invitation to her side triggers tears of joy
Fire in hell tolerable; her beauty intolerable
Unimaginable are her shy and piercing looks
Lying profile chops any man’s self-control
Desperation creeps stealthily, into a disillusioned mind
Unanswered questions paralyzes, leaving one frozen in time
Tsunami waves of grief pound away, at the sad and troubled heart
Sorrow uniting with pain wrestling, pinning down hope from the start.
But,
A glimmer of hope shines bright, conquering sorrow and grief
Like a lighthouse, a beacon in the dark, to distant sailors relief
A faint response to a distressing SOS, in a time of stormy seas
God answers our great questions, responding to fervent pleas
Truth dissipates the haze of lies, that leave one dazed and confused
Shining through the fog of deception, we see hope, if we so choose
Drawing closer to the light of God's love, that we see in the distance
Hope rises anew, conquers doubt, sorrow then relinquishes resistance.
When we perceive of God's great love, it gives us hope and direction
Living with hope is an anchor sure, to our mental faculties, a protection
Hope now renewed, leads to faith, finally joy can appear on your face
The countenance shines, living in hope, grief now having been replaced.
John Derek Hamilton November 28,2015
Doubt and Fear paralyzes action
What God wants for each of us is to be happy with him in Heaven
He uses the world to shape us and give us qualities that will help us get there untainted by sin
“Indeed like clay in the hand of the potter, so are you in my hand . . .” (Jeremiah 18:6)
Sometimes that means allowing us to undergo trials that cleanse and strengthen us
Welcome suffering
Some virtues, qualities or merits can only be acquired through hardship
Avoiding it will cause you to miss out on experiences God wants you to have
While they may be uncomfortable
God would remove them at once if they were not good for your soul
Live in the present
Many of tomorrow’s troubles exist only in our minds
Prove your trust in God by refusing or rejecting to think
what might happen
Deal with what is happening
Refuse or say no to worry
“Can any of you worrying add a single moment to your life-span (natural life or lifetime)?” (Mathew 6:27).
Accept aid
Don’t let fear blind you to the help God sends
Be open to assistance from other people
Listen to his advice that comes through Church (listen to homily)
Spend time in prayer
Only then will you have the courage to look at suffering simply as a test you are to pass with God’s help
I had a tragic car accident
Best friend passed away
Told to be vegetable in bed
Persevere through the struggles of life
Was in a manual wheelchair
Power wheelchair
Walker
Quad cane
Finally the regular cane
Persevere through the struggles of life
Walked down the street
Tripped then fell
Walked through College buildings
Tripped then fell
Persevere through the struggles of life
The almighty God, over looking
Heard people’s prayer
Told Jesus Christ to assist His people
Persevere through the struggles of life
Sometimes I see people whisper
Sometimes people converse
Sometimes people give inspiration
Persevere through the struggles of life
The almighty God, over looking
Heard people’s prayer
Told Jesus Christ to assist His people
Persevere through the struggles of life
Saw my childhood friend
Ate at Cheese Factory
Felt different
Turned out to be different
We’re all happy, conversing, delighted
Persevered the struggles of life
Almighty God, overlooking
Heard people’s prayer
Told Jesus Christ to assist His people
Persevered the struggles of life
A friend was inspired
Dreams to be an inspiration
For people to have perseverance that requires courage
For courage is the rarest quality of an individual
Persevere through the struggles of life
To have perseverance requires courage
Overcoming doubt and fear
Paralyzes spirituality requires courage Achieve perseverance in human spirit
The almighty God, over looking
Heard people’s prayer
Told Jesus Christ to assist His people
Persevere through the struggles of life