Best Play Back Poems
As I saw you for the first time
Our eyes got locked in an instant
I don’t know what feelings flashed past me then
All I knew, I was gripped by a strange restlessness
Was it a feeling of pleasant ache or rising mirth?
Standing befuddled, I forgot myself and stood lost.
Coming back to the real world, you were gone
Why did my heart miss a beat all of a sudden
As if I was denuded of a beautiful moment.
The next time I met you
The world shrunk into a small ball
Where only you and I existed.
Overwhelmed by the language in your eyes,
A language so fluent in silence, I stood,
Inhaling the sweet scent around you.
Your every expression suggested a love reciprocal.
My eager eyes found their way up scanning you
From foot to crown when you stood close to me.
On looking at you with a possessive glance,
A wild desire unfurled in me like the petals of a rose.
As our meetings grew more frequent,
You arched like a lovely rainbow
In my blank grey sky, once devoid of all color.
You came into my life not with sound,
But with the silence of a dew drop
That sticks to the blade of a leaf, glistening.
When sun sets and the world wraps in darkness,
When everyone withdraws to silent repose,
I remain awake, sometimes the whole night
Dreaming of you trying to decode every expression
That fleets past your sentient face.
I wonder what thoughts play back in your head
When you sit alone in your leisurely hours!
Do you ever dream of me or of our lovely moments together?
How I wish to suck the nectar from your lips,
As a bumble bee that digs deep into the corolla
Of a blood red aster and emerge jubilant
With pollen stuck close to its hairy body!
Now as a tattoo I wear your handwriting
On my palms for all the world to see.
When you are away, I miss you to the very core.
In the silence of the night, when the stars,
Amorously congregate around the waning moon,
I burn with desire that grows unsatiated
And I script my passions of romance
On the heaving chest of a white paper, I hold.
I am not good memories
I am not very kind
I am your history
Stuck in your mind
If you let me break you I must
Turn your life into dust
For I am your past etched into your brain
I will play back again and again
When you are low and cannot really think
I will appear try and make you sink
When I have you in my beastly net
Make it harder for help to get
I know your pride won't let you talk
From me I know you just can't walk
Because if you did you would feel shame
That is why I would win this game
Who am I ? I hear you ask
I'm on your face I am your mask
I've had many names but I can't die
My newest one is PTSI
It's not just military I do this too
It's anybody who let's me even you
Everyone has a visit from me
In times of trauma or catastrophe
If this event hapoens in your time
I will help you now in this rhyme
You must talk about your experience
Then you will grow in confidence
If you are strong I cannot win
All bad thoughts go in the bin
A close network of friends will help with that
Talking laughing having a chat
Try and stay away from the pills
As this could lead to just more bills
Causing more stress and worry
Stay strong seek help their is no hurry
I will always be there to try again
So again stay strong fight your pain
You don't want me in your life
As I said I only cause strife
Signed PTSI/PTSD??
'Play back that sound',she explained with bitterness,
'What's wrong?',I questioned,
I found out that she was severally harrassed at a conference,
"He won't be entertained by any room with his proposal",as she envisioned,
Just sitting on the bed,I jinggled overtone,
Did questioned me for such unpleasant tone,
But my answer comes unfold,
Making her look silly,I broke into laughter,
'So you're happy of yourself not being caring',
she kept on exclaiming my name aswell,
"......alright,please let me know frankly for now if I'm not your class girl,
"After all,I can guess you've gotten a new lover in there",
On aboard,I felt pictures of funny and amusing statement as she said,
Being the focal point,I replied as such to her,
"Kindly make me proud beautiful lady as the day goes by,
...only on the goal of accepting those proposals from that beloved guy" ,
'Thanks to God we're no more as lovers',that was her voice,
"....be in search of me never from anyone now onwards",
she added such a subtle context,
Ever since we met as friends was there a moment I said to her about a precept,
"My love for you is of God's unconditional love,
Don't set on sexual segregation",
Thoughtfully,diligence wasn't tactfully highlighted by her intention,
Beneath the bowl's cover,she grabbed that portion as merely,
In as much as she went ahead throwing jabs at me,
A vital integration against her module of thinking set in,
But her promiscuous attitude never scored her sence of dignity,
Proving my kind,made her go bananas,
"Fool,stupid guy......you!"
Vomited out all these to me with contempt,
Preventing alienation and imperialism,
I gave her a dose of self repent,
'Don't be as a Muppet organism',
Adding this tuned her into a groaning lion,
As time went on from the tick of grumble,
Shame unto you dearly,
....huuuu...our love is inseperable',
she said with densely,
Putting on a tortured garment,
I became less feisty before a firmament,
Grooving within this scope,
she spotted my vibes but never killed a coach,
It was all a dream!
(And why I don't carry a camera)
Lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed pond and dappled water
And right across a splendid bridge
With people leaning over
A dream, a joy; a perfect summer’s day!
In all the muted colours of a painter’s pallet!
One blink, and life’s timeless image carried!
But what will I do with all these lovely things I see?
Make them make my mind work… !!
And watch them fit, with expandable ease,
Within the whole bright scheme of things!
And blended there a patchwork blanket, living!
Perfectly aligned, and not overlapping
Not crowding out, nor overshadowing
Referenced in an instant my own memory
Will work greater works than any machine!
Whose sharp edges squared fit in angled shapes
Needing to be stored somewhere
And there take up further space, and clutter
Whether virtual or not!
Far better woven within the fabric of my mind
Where they can play back, at some later date,
In a whole new form: some inner loveliness!
To form a whole new fearless picture, of who I am!
Oh, lily pads and dragonflies
Willowed ponds and dappled light
Engrave your bridge from here to there
Upon this mind’s own twinkling of her eye!
(…not her camera’s!!)
Here we go. Stomach churning, brain burning.
Together mixing up a bit of that cha-os.
Body built up, mind fortified, but resistance is fu-tile.
All that training and that experience, trumped by the infantile.
Mature and rational thoughts interrupted by what's pri-mal.
The urge to survive contrasts the pity if it dies
and my instincts run hay-wire.
Nothing stops it, no explanation will do.
This is the last-straw.
I accept the words but am confused by the actions.
What is going on here?
My minds a blur, filled with reactions.
What's lying underneath here?
I take any fact in stride, I swallow my pride.
But are we really getting stuck here?
Visions creep, my heart begins to weep
but I straighten up my bow tie.
Slap in the face, I can't take this disgrace.
My confidence is so high.
Light up, sit back, recollect and play back
every moment that's gone by.
I give up trying to understand.
It's too complicated and I just let it ride.
These thoughts play back in my head again and again like a sappy love song on the radio...*REPETITION REPETITION*..."CAN WE TALK for a minute"?....so many questions that I need to ask...the when the what and the why....mostly the WHY is WHAT boggles my mind...WHEN will the answers be revealed?...while I continue to propose these questions...never do I fret nor lose focus...instead I'm patient enough to wonder....and while I wander through this forest of great confusion....I find inner peace in the search for knowledge and wisdom....and even with what's already understood I understand that I've not yet reached complete and total understanding....I FEEL a certain sense of rush knowing that my journey is very much still ahead of me....as I walk down the path of what is true SELF DISCOVERY...I marvel at artistry of creation...and appreciate the blessings of being.... "beautifully UNFINISHED"....
CiD *Challenging Industrial Dictators*
4:20
Milk And Bread
I don't know how to react to you anymore,
You will never know my deepest pain,
You confuse me as best as you can,
You gave me mix up emotions,
You are not here with me,
You don't say you love me anymore,
You try to fade away,
You think its easy being far,
I tried to give you,
The space that you need,
All you do is get far and far away,
Why are you so weak?
Why do you hate me?
When I say the truth?
You get me all mix up and confused,
You know that I need you the most,
All you care about,
One selfish mind,
Ever since you moved far away,
You discluded me from your life,
You say one thing,
Yet you do another,
How can I trust your words?
When you play back and forth?
I never felt so lonely before,
When I need help I can't ask my friends,
My one closest friend,
To throw my sorrows and pains,
Out on my chest to type the words away,
Poetry is what I know,
That can help me best.
Aside sitting, looking at these wall,
Wonder when would you realize,
The truth behind my eyes?
Where is my best friend,
When I need him the most?
He bails on me,
Yet closes all the doors,
Can I call you my best friend?
When you walk away?
I wish you would hold me tight,
And stay strong as one,
Instead of walking away and fade off,
You leave me with the deepest pain?
These questions all frustrated me,
Deep inside because I don't know what to say!
Sorrow in my mind,
Yet goes another day with pain,
I don't know how to say.
The most amazing thing about this man,
Is what most of you can't see,
As I stand before his casket and,
Play back every memory...
Thru the tears that gather in my eyes,
That will try and find my cheek,
I can see his spirit pass me by,
In the ones I choose to keep...
You know a father is what we all have ,
By a birth and given right,
But when another man accepts this task,
It's a love you're given twice...
To replace the one you never had,
Or stand by the one you have,
Just in case the one that you called dad,
Isn't near to hear your laugh...
But I know he's in a better place,
So I thanks the Lord above,
For allowing me to see his face,
Through my fathers lasting love...
Terry
WWW.WhiteLionPoetry.com
Looking through the frosted pane I see,
the moonlight,
reflected off the newly fallen white.
There is something tantalizingly beautiful,
about this magical scene,
set before me.
Shadows play back and forth,
chasing each other.
A game of their own choosing
of darkness and light.
Of a sudden,
Winter's breath exhales,
and small Pixies of crystal and light ,
dance in a whirlwind ,
across the winter tableau.
I am mesmerized ,
as the face of the moon breaks free,
from the shrouds of mist,
that imprisoned its' radiant glow.
The world springs to life,
shades of blue and gray and white,
thrown together in a snowy prism.
The Pixies dance at a feverish pace ,
of glitter and sparkle and bright.
As I stare,
I am humbled at this magical creation.
Even the elderly oaks , firs and pines ,
with hair dusted white.
Bow their heads in homage,
to the keeper of the night.
I can hear you crying
Calling daddy ! daddy !
But there is no answer.
I can hear you calling
From a million miles away
Urging for the bond we once shared.
You had a home one time
Family and a father
But she took away all that
Saying I was no good for you.
Now you cry
Like these invisible tears that stream.
Your little naughty ways
Your cheeky laughter
And run arounds.
Permanently etched in my mind and heart
Every time you are remembered
When I play back memories I have.
But daddy watches you
In his dreams
You have a future so bright.
The fighting may not stop now
When the dust finally settles
Daddy will take you back home.
And daddy has a life to live too
To move on
Give brothers and sisters
Mama would not give.
Me and her may loose the love we shared
But mine and yours burn on forever.
God be with us all.
I know how it feels to die
For lungs to be emptied of air
Fighting in vain to save myself
Screaming in my mind its not fair
I know what death feels like
Detached and completely surreal
In the final seconds of coherency
Calmly realizing fate in real
When the struggle for life is over
ANd the battle you realize you've failed
Your memories play back like a movie
Replaying every moment, every detail
Of course when you're only 7
Your thoughts are little more
Than mentally reaching for mom and dad
Recalling a crush on the boy next door
I know how it feels to die
I know the silence and the fear
At least I won't get caught off gaurd
The next time death announces he's here
Time spent with you
only seemed to last for a second,
but those moments are savored
and remembered forever.
Your words and actions play back
in my head like past memories,
as I recall on the times I spent by your side.
Some say it takes time to fully understand
the depths and deeps of a relationship.
But have they been through this?
Have they struggled to find the words to say,
a poem escaped from their lips.
Nothing more than a pathetic attempt
to explain how only these few seconds were enough.
To have this shell-shocked boy questioning himself.
She did not do all that much in that past second,
but it was enough to have his world brightened.
Suddenly…
She was gone
He was alone
Love at first sight lost forever,
Until the next girl came along, just for a second
As he was bedridden down, the healer pavement stairs
With his limbs overturned, like hooked butchery meat
And the hands whose stiffness, unimaginable for sight
I recalled the first day, he bought my suit neat
I see truth in my thinking, that his weakening untimely
For his smile is now, covered in his folding face
With an entire head sliced, I still doubt promisingly
What his sin to the suffered?For what to snatch his lace?
Uncle John had once promised, a share of my father’s
My fee and the day he failed, Sacks of maize grains converted
On a tuk tuk he committed, for my school fee luggage
His clouding come by mailed, a signal for good starters
He seems to perish just before, as his tears red of blood
And his crying voice somber, sober he was before sleep
His sunken eyeballs erase the hopes, of my University portion
For in my mother’s funeral, he committed a help
The driver who was not fair, his money best wife
Death to me wasn’t fair, since I thought he would
Make to breath and good, to play back a beautiful life
Uncle left uncle left, having remained but in tatters
Next time so special, as you drive keep watch
For if feet were our wheels, and blood in veins petrol
The best catch god has given, wouldn’t run as such
Shame on you Mr. Death, you sweep even the best.
Our times of laughter will disappear
Like sand in a broken hourglass
Our arguments like ragging waters
Will calm into a steady lake
The times we cried like mid-summer storms
Will subside and soon go dry
The moments we spent acting silly
Will grow old and be forgotten
For we are close to parting
And going our separate ways
Memories will play back in our minds
As we live our lonely days
So like train,you've braided all my hair,
So I pray,you've taken all my faith,
I'm giving away all vain thing,
God is the best,take even my feast day,
Hold unto my trust,
We're trading down,took all my time,
All my first days,oh I'm ready,
Place down a card,Lease a track,
Play back to a stage,Have pleas over a wage,
This time rightly plays it,
Studied the bible,he took a foremost heart,
Reading the truth,God was is best,
Rarely,he leaves fable,Affable if playing roles,
Sip continuous heavy wines,
I'm not kidding, Hope to a planet,
Faith on right line,Get listened!
If my trade is flattened, Hold it and raise,
I'm not denying it,Smokes from quenched fire,
Prayer might ripped a layer,
Evrything is crowned, A drowned maiden is found,
What else could sell?
My heart is healed from cough,
Really ablazed when all things peel off,
Laid down not be distorted,
Another life is erected,
Weird,all other gods are weird,
I'm not the creator,Neither am I greater,
Revelation is on a dot,Tomorrow I'll be on trot,
Precariously,I'm an able child,
This is not sloppy,when I go wild.