Best Pull Poems
Today I feel the pull
of gravity
on the depth of my depravity
There within that cavity
resides my anxiety
It seeps out of my porosity
feeding the insanity
I fear the shadowy part
that craves my heart
In the darkness my eyes dart
convinced I’ll be ultimately
ripped apart
The thoughts and images
That reside in me
are the splintered bits
of my history
I can feel my mouth covered
held down in my misery
It’s not the place I wish to be
I’m drowning there unable to see
praying a hand will reach out for me
I don’t want to be lost to eternity
or this tick tock, tick talk insanity
Out of body
Out of mind
Separated from me
what will I find
Can I escape
the bonds and chains that bind
Even when I look ahead
I’m pulled back behind
On my spirit
the demons have dined
My tick talk clock
has begun to unwind
Can there be light
for one who is blind
“Amazing grace how sweet the sound.
That saved a wretch like me.
I once was lost, but now am found.
was blind but now I see.”
A voice in the dark
Summons me
Offering me protection
from my inner enemy
Experiencing true love
cleanses me instantly
I’m not meant to be bound
by mere gravity
As I’m filled with a higher Love
God teaches me
I was born for more
and meant to be free
Percy pig was feeling quite shaken -
He'd heard pigs were slaughtered for bacon
Turning white as a sheet
He then started to bleat
As a sheep could he be mistaken!
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17th June 2016
just an average typical morning within this same old town
avoiding all the neighbors that nosily creep these grounds
while all these other folks keep busy bodying gossiping and all
who has whiter teeth, bigger boobs, or the cutest guy at the mall
i stopped at the library to dodge all these illiterate snots
the only place that's quite enough for me to organize my thoughts
i walked in just to be stopped, breathless, dead in my tracks
a book, not made of paper or even hard back
binding was some type of stitched authenticism
bound with a beautiful articulate collage of pattern to it
I thought
same old stories, same old narrative
can someone tell me where all the good authors went
I just need an outline, no critique or edit
but everything I read, I feel I have already read it
I stood there for a second, which felt like a lifetime
must have been reading stars, because it left my mind blind
if only just once I could hold that masteredpiece written classic
I can't lie it was perfect man, I just had to have it
I gasped for a moment, dead in my body
frozen and stunned hoping nobody saw me
it crossed my mind for a split, then, I thought
nah ****
if I get caught I'd be a goner, but I just couldn't wait any longer
I thought
same old stories, same old narrative
can someone tell me where all the good authors went
I just need an outline, no critique or edit
but everything I read, I feel I have already read it
I darted for that case in a flash and I shattered that glass
busted it open, like I was late for literature class
static shocked a little as the book touched my hand
it was in that moment i knew i was the #1 fan
then it wasn't long I realized it was written for me
initials imprinted so there was no questioning
I thought
same old stories, same old narrative
can someone tell me where all the good authors went
I just need an outline, no critique or edit
but everything I read, I feel I have already read it
I fell deep into the title it really 'hit a line'
bold, italics, with a dedication underlined
I wasn't sure why I needed or wanted to own it
but I would have searched forever if I would have known it
searching every library for a perfect story
all the titles and endings just really seem to bore me
this one was special I just wanted to trace over the print
read. every small detail. no need for suspense
Dear Becca I’d love to pull up a chair
But I don’t have a moment to spare
I’m exhausted, just look I’m deadbeat
I wish god gave me ten pairs of feet
I slave for you all night and day
For a miserly five dollars of pay
I serve food just as fast as I can
But you really just don’t give a damn!
I slop down bowls of lupin juice soup
Its consistency looks like blue poop
I deposit bowls with a wry smile
Because I know that it tastes really vile!
The customers, oh they can be SO rude
They say hurry up Frank with our food
They’ll order plates of pink slimy frogs
(I have to prise frogs off blue moldy logs)
Pink frogs are a specialty of the house
Served on rice with a head of a mouse
Folks demand jugs of curlique beer
It starts cloudy and then it turns clear
For dessert diners love snail cream pie
It’s served with live snails piled high
The snails crawl all over the table
I retrieve them if customers aren't unable
BUT I’m your husband you treat me like dirt
You stand smiling whilst I do the hard work
So I really don’t have time to sit
In fact stuff your job honey - I QUIT!
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05~01~17
pull the cloth from your eyes
look no further
gently turn your attention
towards its plaid patterns
its glimmering splendor
dwarfed by the dawn of day
Wow—is the word!
You are something most surprising
I can feel you boiling in my blood
Waiting, trusting in that torrent
Of psychic union and revelation
You lock eyes with me—
They are blue, love-stricken, wild
I am pleasantly frightened
And comforted all at once!
Somewhere in your stare
You have managed to caress my soul
You have masterfully,
Grabbed hold…
Of all that is me—
This red force of obduration
This imprisoned fool I am…
Fretting at every given moment
In my vulnerability - how is it?
How is it that you know,
That you know our future is strong?
You just know,
This fiery….greed,
These flaws that shame me
Somehow you know this fear in me!
And everything you know,
You will see
You will acceptingly see
You first doused me with glittery lust
Steam and gleam in your keen pupils
In your gaping lips,
In your smooth-trodden truths,
I weaken in your words
You flow me out of my element,
As you pin me to the bed of dreams
You are an opulent ocean
Deep depths I know not!
I am merely a sliver of light
Becoming something solid in your grasp
Crystalline nerves melting in your knowing hands
Where is your surrender?
You ask me, in silence
I am your ball of glowing fervor
About to burst in your psychedelic waves
You are turning and turning
You are feeling me
You are feeling all my feelings!
That I try so desperately to conceal
Dissatisfaction and longing you recognize
In my volcanic hindrance
Your waters heave patience
You calm—you tear up
My fears hold me back,
And you want me to free them
This struggle is our beauty—
Is part of our art
And in you, in your rest
You salvage all the love we can muster
You remember all our moments
Fueling your empathic currents
Holding me close to your heaving tides
In a heartfelt flood of understanding
Do you ever just feel,
Like you don't belong,
This planet just crushing you,
Into its own shape.
Do you ever just feel,
Like you don't fit in this world,
Society overwhelming your senses.
Like somewhere else,
Far out there,
Beyond the clouds,
And the sky,
Beyond the brightly lit moon,
And the glimmering star-lights,
Something, something is calling your name.
And you whisper,
Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight,
Take me home, show me home,
My soul aches to see its home.
Your eyes watering,
the rosiness of your cold cheeks,
Salting the seas of your eyes.
You breath, and the air does not feel right,
You see, And the colors,
They don't seem bright enough,
Your eyes don't see far enough,
Everything just feels off.
Take me home,
You whisper till you sleep,
And the night carries you,
Deep into dreams.
Move me into the light
Pull me away from these ghosts
Fill me with something I can feel
Awaken every inch of me with your touch
It's like waking from a nightmare
Your hands keep me burning inside
Longing for more
Your mouth electrifies me
Needing you deeper and deeper
Pushing,pulling,screaming,awakening to something primal
Everything fades as you sink your teeth into my skin
Nothing left but desire
Move in me
Harder and harder
Until everything explodes
And all that is left is peace
In the fire that surrounds us
An escape to a place I can lose myself
If only for a moment that feels like eternity
Tasting you
Touching you
Feeling you as I come undone
Unhinged from this world
The deeper you go
The harder you move
The more you shake me to my core
A pls only you can find
I long to be your slave
Pull Your Blade From My Bleeding Back
Pull your blade from my bleeding back
the cut can thus bleed all the more
Your deceit so deep I've lost all track
your love is, crap water on a dirty shore!
Stand back and watch me hurt and bleed
can you destroy my lost life any deeper
Such sickness feeds your twisted need
I the fool, thought you great and a keeper!
Pull your blade from my bleeding back
the cut can thus bleed all the more
Your deceit so deep I've lost all track
your love is, crap water on a dirty shore!
Recover I shall, from your vicious deeds
hope now invades my sick, bleeding heart
Someday you'll cry and send me lying pleads
such will be your lies so dead from the start!
Pull your blade from my bleeding back
the cut can thus bleed all the more
Your deceit so deep I've lost all track
your love is, crap water on a dirty shore!
Life returned my mind to think this out
pain gone, sanity gives to me this thought
Expose your evil with a just and high shout
on the hatred your selfishness dearly bought!
Pull your blade from my bleeding back
the cut can not bleed at all any more
I survived to live and love to now track
sweet justice now invading your sad shore!
R.J. Lindley
Oct. 20,1976
Pull up a chair for grief right now and let her sit beside you
She’s come around to hold your hand so let her in, she’ll guide you.
She’ll be with you throughout your loss
She’ll be your only comfort.
She’ll wipe your tears and hold your heart while all things fall apart around you.
This empty, hollow. silent pain
will also be her burden
Allow her in to share your pain allow her all the sorrow
For it is grief who helps us all to get through this day so we can face tomorrow
Grieve as much as often every day and she will be beside you.
The snake coils in the sun,
spectacles sheathing her eyes,
trunk warming against the earth.
They say she feels nothing,
only the hiss of hunger,
the strike of instinct.
But watch—
how she lingers where the light is softest,
how she curves herself into the shape of what she trusts,
how she returns, again, to nest in the mesquite.
The crow does not speak in ways we understand,
only leaves the glint of something small,
a silver coin at your feet.
He waits on the wire,
head tilted,
as if listening for an answer most cannot hear.
The oak does not hold,
but their roots tangle deep with another’s,
sharing water in the dark—
sharing nerves—
sharing networks.
Even the river does not let the stone go—
not yet.
Perhaps Love is beyond what we define it—
something older, quieter…the
macrocosmic marrow of all things—
a pull, a return, a reaching toward.
When I sit atop enchanted hills
draped in green silk,
I feel your presence so fiercely;
our distance waning,
feeling it's gravitational pull, as
our souls are entwined in
iridescent bliss, amidst this
phantasmagoric love story.
Swirling amidst the clouds, that
blanket our hearts, with
everlasting emotions—
I cover myself in your
honey-glazed scent,
pirouetting beneath
glimmering astral showers,
drizzled throughout our
cosmic haven of resplendency.
Cradled in the ballad of
your sempiternal devotion and love,
I’m addicted to your alchemy, as
I feel wisps of our intimacy,
sparkling in alabaster beams of
a virescent destiny,
layered across aureate tales
of our chasmic ever after.
Inflate the ego at your own risk
lest the air go to the head
with results that few pursue
when doom arrives at the end
the race is run against the wind
lifting those who seek to fly
the balloon rising high
before falling to the ground
pushed by storms that twirl within
a gravity spun from the soul
the black hole light can’t escape
when assumptions consume grace
the detonation comes at last
between the pull and the push
more a whimper than a blast
a fitting end that few admit.
Nervous
Erratic
Unstable
Responses
Obliterate
The
Intellect
Completely
In that September early evening
The waves came strolling in
From far beyond my line of sight.
The horizon was nothing
But a fading glimpse of yesterday
As the day turned into night.
Water lapped up on the sand
Completing its titanic, oceanic journey
Before turning back once more;
Flooding my mind
With thoughts, emotions and memories
At the edge of the ocean floor.
As I watched the water swirl into eddies
And tide pools attract everything
From sea urchins to cephalopods
Reminding me that we’re all in-different
Phases of tidal pull until returning
Back to God.
The colors in the sky were brilliant
As if Michelangelo and Da Vinci
Had been hired to paint the scene.
And sitting there watching the sun disappear
I was struck by the idea that as the old song sings:
Life is but a dream.