Best Recollection Poems
I met a Hippie walking down the street.
She had long hair, big eyes.
Wide-bottomed trousers, orange-red,
Covered in an intricate pattern
Of strange designs, flapped round her feet
And from her shoulders over a flowered blouse
Hung a black satin something
With bright green frills on the edges.
From her neck dangled to her breast an emblem
In a circle – a unity of Love and Peace.
I passed by her and she glanced up.
I smiled...she smiled...and we moved on.
A smile can work wonders.
The couch and chairs were empty
And we sat comfortably on the carpet.
The candle threw an eerie light
Which came to nought in the depths
Of the room’s shadowy corners.
An odour of incense drifted around us
And a distorted candle flame
Was reflected in my cup of coffee.
We spoke of art, painting and poetry
Treading on the romantic,
Passing through hazes of religion:
A mixture of love, knowledge and mystery,
Probing into the eluding outlets of LSD,
The restful release of meditation,
The yearning of youth, disillusions of life,
The roots of joy and depression,
The understanding of oneself.
Smoke rose in bluish transparency.
The ring on her finger was big and it glimmered;
She opened a poetry book at random
And began reading from Tagore.
I was silent. Her voice was soft.
And when she stopped we said not a word.
There was no need – we both understood.
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Contest: Any Poem#22
Sponsor: Poet Destroyer A
Placing: 4th
The excuses fell from her mouth like raindrops,
Saying, “No thank you, I’ve already eaten”
Meaning, “I haven’t eaten in three days”
And nobody noticed when the light in her eyes died out,
She poured empty into her rib cage,
Prayed she would soon be able to count them,
Traded snacks for hipbones,
Sold her soul to her disease,
Gave up healthy for skinny,
Between calories and exercise,
She hadn’t smiled in months,
Constantly counting,
Only seeing the work she would put in later if she dared indulge in breakfast,
Only being happy if the scale brought good news,
Each pound bringing her closer to the life she envisioned,
Hunger pains became her only friends,
As she evaporated,
She became a success story,
When the people asked her how she did it,
She just smiled and thanked them,
Nobody seemed to notice how her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
Two (Form)
Ends Passing
Meeting through..."
(form a circle) A circle meeting
Passing On
On Two.
Through Ends
They heard the shrillness of my cry,
So they ran to the door with tear stained cheeks.
No knowledge of the blood stained wall,
No knowledge of what happened at all.
And I with my loss of recollection,
in the pool of red where my fingers bled.
Now the white wall is crimson,
and the blood flows from my twisted nose
free out the window my assaulter goes.
Still the mirror is in its place
a reminder that I survived, we nod.
A reminder that we're alive,
preserved by God.
Recollection
Building memories for the last
Saying sorry in a minute is just too fast.
Wish I have plenty of time to be with you.
Thank you is not enough to express I love you.
Candles are not enough to light up my life.
Back those memories that were once part of my life
Confess everything and I’ll say the truth.
This sincerity is simply just like a root.
Yarns are played to unite us as one.
Our faces in blue are just obviously one.
Forget the bad things that we had.
Erase the foolishness of past that made you so mad.
Go home with joyful tears of your heart.
Our memories will never ever do us apart.
We ended by saying sweet nothings from our mouth.
This best day of us will never be considered as “OUT”.
A role I’ve become with no recollection
Of when
Or why it became me
But it has
And I look at your eyelashes when we’re lying beside each other
And I understand a little deeper
How a woman can mold herself to be another
How a woman is when she’s thinking about breathing
How a woman can pretend that the mold feels natural
Even trick herself into breathing
Steady steadier
With a hole in her heart, always throbbing, wondering when this became her nature.
Trying to gather up your senses,
to make the faint memory better.
render the logical to illogical,
winds up totally bitter to the last taste.
shattered thoughts of mirror expressions;
imprinted suggestion,
with a long lasting impression,
dulls your wits about,
intoxicates your blood clot!
purely leaves you questioning,
is this the right kind of reasoning?
like a distant faint total recall,
you wind up with the struggling toll,
The unreal fascade of recollection.
RECOLLECTION OF THE LONELY HEART...14 years ago
Side by side we walked
To each other we talked
Chit-chat in the corridors
While others mocked
Friendship nurtured
Companionship treasured
Hope invested
A future under one roof imagined
A glance at you...admiration
A smile at me...sensational
A bond formed
"Do you know him?"...others asked
...in earnest?...I doubted
Suspicion sown
In a heart so tender
At the epitome of rare intimacy
A bond weakened
Your desires
Your wishes
Your aspirations
Their expectations
My ambitions
Competition...
Frustrations
Heart break...tears
A gulf between us...
I was there yesterday
Where all this happened
For real... l thought...
You could have been my first and only love
WISHING YOU ALL THE BEST ALWAYS
Echoes from the past
Still my thoughts, color me
In hues of melancholy,
Abiding, gentling, forgetting
There are moments
When hope was lost in the ancient
Feelings, bleeding
Through the silence, preventing
The quiet to rest on the prayers
Pleading for the light to shimmer
Into the present, where
Promise fades and grace, so amazing…
Reflections of my spirit
Breathing joy, heartening
Laughter, caresses
In the beauty of a kind word,
A soft memory unfolding
Like dandelion seeds, dancing
Haphazardly –
On the morning breeze,
Winds releasing the mysteries
Awakening poetry
In hues of passionate emotions,
Restoring the yearning
Stirring darkness
With stardust hopes, dreams
Kissing away the shadows,
Dimming the doubts, believing
In the serenity, sincerity
Breathless music in notes of grace,
Intimate strokes of grief,
Yet the light falls over the graves
Those who feed on antiques,
Blessings, archaic wisps
Forever touching the soul,
Growing honesty and glowing
Like the glistening wisdoms
Felt in the voice of light,
Rays raining down dewy moments –
Praising forever – feeling
Letdown by the past,
But sure that there is where –
Light meets faith and merges
With intimacy, so the bruising
Sympathies comfort – heal
Blessings, like a prayer
Fading into the past, the echoes
Screaming through the skies,
Letting forever know why –
Memories cannot die
Another poem that I wrote alone,
Another one that blossomed from woe.
Will this be the last poem I'll writ?
The gift from the Goddess thrown in a pit?
Have I deicided the Moon's tallow dreams;
A divulged matricide to noose bind gleams.
Why is it suicide I clearly heed,
Carpe Diem, Alas I bleed.
Mother Moon have I annulled you,
or do You feel each mourning too?
One were You weren't pulled to plunder,
And vulgar glooms ain't our thunder...
Our flagrent gospel played on the violin,
Like my veins we cut the strings!
Maybe it was only more attention I required?
Ply it with the girl I vast desired...
Now frisson will our final chords,
Through the bleeding of silver swords.
The Moon hung severed and bloated high.
Hope outlast... By my inevitable nigh...
I wanted love, even if it would be paper thin,
So it wasn't only the blade to swim within!
there's no time to be afraid of fear;
'Cause I'll be hung like graveyard tears...
Death my Dark Messiah!
Above green pastures I fell into a recollection
Beyond the shore side I made a connection
Concisely I wrote in a tiny flowered journal
Determined to be a strong woman so maternal
Everyone craves desires to work on themselves
Find freedom from books on our dusty shelves
Growing in fantasy of being better than we are
Hoping our wishes come true from our special star
Internal revelations fear nothing but great loss
Jurisdiction for true answers no matter the cost
Kicking and screaming we search in front of our eyes
Learning nonetheless we must remove our disguise
Maybe I’ll find my beliefs are enough reasons to live
Never giving up on passion I need to freely give
Open my heart to my honest soul-saving wonder
Pray if I’m in life’s earthquake I shall never fall under
Quietly I sit and ponder why life brings such sorrow
Remember the sun sets in west for a brighter tomorrow
Selfishly I crave more riches than I have received
Truth be told God has given me more than I’ll ever need
Uniquely I write prose for the one true lover of my life
Vicariously I am forever blessed to be his eternal wife
When the snow falls I shall see beauty in mother nature
Xerox my memories of the importance of the manger
Youth came and now I am an adult free to choose
Zig-zagged and healthy free from yesterday’s blues
Date Written: July 7, 2016
They’ll take it away they’ll take it away
See them talk much of freedom
Just to take it Aa-way…
There’s talk of disruption; there was talk
Of great fear, rumour and murmur
It’s been never real clear
They’ve played in emotion on the health service too…
Elevated to a point; that whatever they’d
Do, would just go unquestioned by the
Many or few.
They’ll take it away they’ll take it away
To protect your dear freedom they’ll take it away?
Even though there are medics who have
Been really brave. Who walked from a
Service that has become a slave
Yes they’d take it away ohh they’d take it away
Your desires inner fire; they’d take it away
But the people aren’t stupid they have
Learned on the way, now they will march in
Their millions, the horizons will sway
There is talk at the bus stop; there is
Talk in the morgues; conjecture on golf
Greens in land and sea ports
The resentment is building as the Knowledge is too, we are not
Medieval
Or illiterate fools
We know there’s a sickness that has
Got out of hand
It’s just plain coercion
We have the following plan
We’ll take it way we’ll take it way, we will
Dance on your evil delusions as we take them
Aa-waay.
©Joe Maverick 22/06/2021
Sever all connection
Strip down every word
And deeper into nothing
The questions are prepared
A violence in forgiving
A desperation in our flow
With damaged, lost opinions
We decided not to grow
But sever this sedated
Mimicry of life
Understand the search for reason
Before we die within our strife
A season of redemption
A dying forest for our mind
But through it we find meadows
That bare the fruits of our design
Severed from our fears
Stripped of every thought
And deeper in our questions
We find the answers we had sought
Memories come rushing back
of the friends once forgot
in the mists of living angst
behind the veil of private death
the exclamations that surprise
distant echoes of the past
breaking walls built with lies
that no one cares for this life
one or another is enough
the darkness broke by a light
lit from above to reveal
what came before the misery
a recollection that does not care
for the darkness left behind
asking for a smile to spring
when reminded what life brings.
Swift and sweet, how memories rise
diamond- strung in a room of silver
Slick and sleek from a stormy world
solid tree trunks on a bell- clear morning.
Liberum Divisa 4 Poetry Contest
Gregory R Braden
February 27th. 2021
Nevernore
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