Best Reflexive Poems
Picture Perfect
Positioning round, global meltdown
Searching for that something not meant to be found
Conditioned we craze, our over populated phase
Why ask questions if the real issue you're scared to raise
Reflexive intuition on which status or position
Freedom to live our lives under certain strict conditions
Egotistically incorrect, assets counted as debt
Proud to be another uneducated intellect
Properly addressed, to crooked to confess
Wondering who is it next that I must impress
Silently ashamed, only false within our fame
Last ones to realize it's all just a game
Shackled in restraint, lies blessed by a Saint
You can't paint a perfect picture...
if there is nothing perfect left to paint...
04/16/17
It happened to me one night – when I was coming home late from work;
The police report said he ran a red light – going 80, some drunken jerk.
I didn’t know just what hit me – I didn’t experience any hurt or pain;
Just a moment of instant recognition – that my life had met its end.
I floated around in darkness – hearing a beeping in my head;
Sensing that you were near me – lying vigil by my bed.
They gave you a medical explanation – for the tears upon my face,
But you knew that I was crying – being stuck in this unconscious place.
My body needed to release me – but my soul didn’t want to go;
I had gone to work that morning – without telling you I loved you so.
They said it was a reflexive action – squeezing your hand at the flat line,
But it was me saying my last good-bye – and, I love you, one more time.
Please don’t you grieve too long – you have plenty of life left to live;
And it really is okay – to find somebody else your love to give.
And when you do, don’t make the mistake – that I made on that fatal day,
Before leaving the house each morning – “I love you”, is what you should say.
Walking under the rain I give up,
I give up with the smell of your worries,
with the way you smile
your completely untrue stories.
I give up with the taste of your two soft, red edges,
which are part of your mouth,
with the unpleasantly sharp taste of your lips.
I give up to let the phoenix
set fire to itself and born again,
raising from its ashes.
I give up with a satisfying meaning.
I will stop trying to guess
whether I'm here or there
I will stop doing my research
before I have completed it.
I will log out before being knocked out.
I will let that great affection
work with the reflexive pronoun "I".
I give up to let the ability to recover
quickly fill me in...body and heart
I give up with a pleasantly meaning
Arched in reflexive flexibility
Steady and taut like a bow
Tension creaking* to extreme limit
The stretched serpent snaps
And bites its tapered tail
Clinical symbolic cyclicality
Leading to self re-creation
A renewal from death to life
Spinning a conceptual image
Of eternal return, reflection
Of a diseased earth in throes of death
Cleansed by utter devastation
Paving the way for a brand new start
Discarding the fetid outward form
Revitalising the immortal inner soul.
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The Ouroboros is a tail-devouring snake.
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1st October 2014
Contest: Designed by Devise
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
Placed: 3rd
repugnant racist republican reviled - rickettsia re:itch ruler.
rapaciously ravaged revered reverential rubric.
radical ruthless renegade rapidly riotously rips rigged ramparts.
refrains retaining remnant redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
riches rudely rupture rooted rectified rights.
ruckus ricochets revenant reign.
ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
rumbustious rapscallions rollick; render ruinous ramifications.
rusty razor razing revenge rents reprisal.
rabid rectal rictus rotten rebrands re-calibrate.
rambunctious revolutionaries rejoice.
ruffians ride roughshod routing reigning royalty.
reiterate revetting robust recidivist rationality.
ride Rolls Royce relentlessly rendering rock ribbing.
riffraff raconteur raise reactionary response.
revisit rancorous restrictive redlined realigned rightward rivets.
robocop ridiculously rubber-stamped reorganization.
recalcitrant reactors release rapture.
rash Russian roulette reconnaissance raconteurs rack rubles.
red room reflects republican RNA.
rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats revoke righteous refulgent repertory.
rapier robed robbers ransack reliquary resounding retaliation.
retaliatory redcoat regnum reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiling rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered rifled relics raffled.
rookie raves ripe rackful rubenesque reliably ranked.
refulgent rotundity requisite requirement re: reappointment.
road-tested, roadworthy redeem reapportion routed role.
reprehensible reassignment rapidly recognizes response.
rife rampage removes respectability - respect.
responsible roused restitution refuted.
risky resultant reconnoitering runaway railroad reverberates rivalry.
reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirms redoubling ridding revitalization.
reconfiguration realpolitik reinstates repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
requisition requires resilient reseeding republic.
regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
rare recount restoring recondite renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives rejoice reclaiming reins
registering retarded romantic remains
re: Rastafarian revered reliquary rests!
How much bloody carnage and rubble
is required to atone for sins of a few?
How many eyes must be gouged
to extract desired justice?
If wronged, is exchanging one eye enough?
What about two eyes for one? Or ten for one?
Is twenty enough?
How about a hundred?
Such revenge might feel like justice,
but it fuels hate’s endless cycle.
Can we exit this interlocked sequence
of oppression and reflexive violence?
Can we struggle toward implementing
a radical, restorative, improbable alternative?
Remember what a crucified carpenter taught
about loving enemies and turning cheeks?
Do such ideals seem impossibly wrong
when gushing anger from our wounds?
Yet, as he stretched on splintery beams
no carpenter would willingly build,
he said, while gushing blood for all our sins,
“Forgive them for they know not what they do.”
Droplets cool with breeze
Remind of life’s cycle swift,
Certain reversing.
The chill of the night,
The freshness of the air wakes,
Ready for snow bright.
Content with your lot,
Summer delights now enjoyed,
Reflexive freedom.
H~ands are the most reflexive of all body parts, often the Front Line for the brain. It
cares for others, gestures directions, comfort ourselves and reaches up to take
God's own. We clap these hands making a joyful noise, when we're happy, glad and
gay; taking care of the earth as Adam did - we plant, Appolo water but God keeps
making them grow!
A~djusting this or that in life as we walk along our unique ways, having journeys all
our own. Our Dreams we endeavor to fulfill as the Lord shows us the ways.
N~ature, inertia, relationships, experiences, travel, give credence to how we become.
We then have experience with those who would learn new ways of doing things.
D~ust is what we are, formed us by the Lord's own Hands, as He shaped and molded
us in and out.
S~ays He to us "Come to me all who are heavy laden, and I will give you rest". So
those who listen raise up their hands and along with angels praise, singing songs in
worship giving glory with girls and talents too.
Alas oh how grave and horrendous misfortune...
Relapse written all over whole
fudge besmirched countenance
American as apple pie garden variety troll
tell tale evidence eats away
at me heart and soul
argh so much for new year's resolution
straight and true healthy eating goal.
Lofty ambition to attain once upon time
coveted, prized, and
treasured toothpick physique,
no not necessarily becoming
thin as anorexic pencil necked geek
scores of years ago,
when yours truly resembled
quiet as mouse phantasmagorical
disembodied prepubescent freak
surreally bobbing long Battle Creek.
Morphological body distortion bid me
to allow, enable, and provide suicidal
grimly reaped tally ho
with feebly uttered see yawl
back in the day circa approximately
my thirteenth circuit round the sun,
I sought to disappear into cellular vacuole
formerly carefree boy
his loose higglety-pigglety
hogtied psyche psychological,
(not in yeast wryly bred) did unroll
severely psychological afflicted son
taxed his mama and papa where
somber appalling death knell
deathly silent lugubriously reverberated
figurative emotional bell toll,
Matthew Scott starved yet hungered
for sustenance of body, mind and soul.
Pact nearly signed, sealed,
and delivered signaling demise
(mine) unwittingly inflicting horrific guise
kickstarting pinteresting repercussions no lies
lifetime developmental delay no surprize
even now this aging baby boomer tries
to shake off pervasive thought process unwise
fending off punishing
self destructive reflexive urge
after experiencing wages
of culinary sin where surge
impossible mission just desserts to purge
thus sink dentures into sweet treat
taste buds relishing joie de vivre emerge
(think chocolate fudge) flashes me memory
prior lovely skull and crossbones
nearly acknowledged funereal dirge.
Reaching For You
I reach out in the darkness...Reaching into empty
space that I know is there...Yet I still reach for it,
for you, because you are my first thought
when I awake, you're a reflexive part of me,
you make all of my incompleteness whole.
All of my fear, safe...My doubts, untrue...
So I reach for it...
The comfort in it... The safety of it...
The want and need for it...
Yes I need you...Your very fabric is intertwined
with mine to make up one beautiful cloth...
We share the same blood...Breathe the same
air, and beat within each others hearts...
So I reach for it...
Even if you are not lying there next to me I
know that I have found it...
So I smile in darkness as my empty arms pull
you close into my chest. So close I swear that I can smell
your hair, feel your hot breath, and the warmth radiating
from your body as if you were lying there next to me,
physically, mentally, spiritually...
I smile again with my arms wrapped around the imagery
of everything that makes you beautiful to me...
Everything that makes you the most amazing part of my life...
My Love...
My Soul...
Quietly I fall back asleep holding you close to me,
eternally...You are here...As I am there...You see
we are always together...Everywhere...Forever...
Your short shaggy stumps
That graze the ground
Of dead leaves and dirt
Your wet, black snout that smothers the soil with smell
Your empty eyes that dart from where your first patch of paw leads,
And the last follows
Your contained existence
From here to there
And back again
What else have you?
This moment’s piss,
That last moment’s slumber
The thoughtless then and now dance you do
Without consideration for what the final performance may look like
And it looks like nothing
Except for all your futile nows
That you execute with reflexive precision
Your hind leg in the air
Your hollow pug face stare
Your undiscerning bladder flows
On some beckoning bark
Then you trot off
In circles
Much like me,
Coming and pissing and leaving
From tree to tree
More vacuous verse to the void:
abysmal, of meaning devoid.
A reflexive spasm
sends more to the chasm
where anemic arts are destroyed.
Escaping, strange thoughts from my head
go written but largely unread.
Another deposit
to add to the closet
of words that are better unsaid.
So, in the crevasse this now lurks
with woefully wonderless works:
discursive digressions
regarding obsessions
with muses and quixotic quirks.
No "FAKE" Fire Drill
Residents at high
land manor apartments
(aside from myself)
got rudely awakened -
by what sounded
like a screaming,
seething, and shrieking airplane
early morning hour
'ere september eleventh
two thousand eighteen
with deafening decibel (at
maximum threshold)
ear piercing shrill alarm
rousing atavistic primal
Neanderthal tapping primal brain
if NOT a atheist secular humanist,
I would aver my linkedin match
(com mon lee) attributed
to Abel and/or Cain,
but whether broad
minded or parochial,
that deafening fire alarm
this bloke doth disdain
but to ears of
volunteer fire fighters,
that unbearable audio
warning tone beloved,
aye need not explain
how appreciative, and
reassure ring knowing
rough and ready persons fain
to selflessly risk
life and/or limb,
when trucking
extinguishing arsenal
with genuine gratitude to gain
demonstrating without
pomp and circumstance
the art of being humane
automatic reflexive
instincts second nature
where breathe, eat,
and live for others
a credo, dictum,
ethos deep ingrain
within every cell
of their sturdy bodies,
sans indefatigable as
Tarzan and Jane
on par with prestidigitation skill
visa vis tricks of the trade
discovered via legerdemain,
yet aside from
power house strength,
another salient trait
needed asper physically,
emotionally, and spiritually exhausting,
grueling, and taxing job,
would necessitate one to maintain
composure in the
midst of pandemonium
gamely, gingerly, and
gloriously fighting infernos
(WITHOUT any mon
key business)
while training, learning,
and exacting diligence
non harried styled
tailored swiftness!
Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
indubitably, favorably and certifiably
with minimal pandering soliciting
uber voodoo yawping woos
socially quintessentially obviously markedly
consciousness brakes alignment
defining mine political views
loosely yet not strictly, jerry-rigged,
hidebound Democratic
fealty haltingly pledged ones and twos
to roster of candidates
slated to challenge incumbent Republicans
all to quickly accused,
sans participating sinister ruse
this active voter puzzled at controversial
eye opening ex post facto
fractious, governmental
harmfully injuriously jaw-dropping
suppression within top secret queues
during nasty donkey kong braying p's and q's
(case in point) scurrilous, opprobrious,
and malodorous Clinton administration,
where (based upon my recent perusing
"The Peoples History” –
me strongly endorses
(authored by Howard Zinn news
worthy revelation, (whose recounting
atrocious, calumnious, egregious
glaring ignominious knowledge
jackbooted, mandated, predicated
on blind trust, essentially billeted
charade, facade, inlaid faux Hope loose
bandied cutthroat gratuity legislation
favoring pandering "pork" via
pretentiousness to wealthy gentiles Jews
abandoning average civilians snuffing out
sputtering, grousing, and hoo's
flick erring tapering fuse
whereat this news worthy informed citizen
totally tubularly unaware of any clues
pertaining to antithetical maneuvers,
(loo win ski) shenanigans, and undertakings
today yields genuine boo's
toward Clinton, where I despondently feel
he renegged promises
made to electorate (except top 1 %) got souled
(sold) to remaining 99% cheapest bidders
as-sized thirteen duff heated no nothing
sneezing Schnorrers
spluttering phelgm at me at-chews.
Like childhood's quest, interim's speed
of modesty, the innocence seed
is muddled by contentions need
to dominate, and then recede!
So is the heart, in love's replay
so wanting start in disarray,
the time's advantage only stay
as rules are sandwiched over-play!
. . . now
Left over feeling's crowd relay
that once no buttress could dismay,
now thought out effort stills in fray
'tis not the same, I'm heard to say!
When first we cared, I loved each day,
now only witness, often scorn,
not wholly given, not of yearn
but breaking gray, to truth's adjourn!
Can this be us, our lives array
but kindled to survivor's may
considerate with guessed return
while once before ~ reflexive burn!
. . . now
Assumption's strewing with concern
each one to rueing his parlay,
that separate path, the forefront's stern
deducts its cost, for symbol's pay!
It's just . . again, just so-so weigh,
once wanting love, now . . . over-play!