Best Reliant Poems
I see only dread
in the break of day
if I lie with my thoughts
they'll devour me
all concepts lead
to forked tongues
I trust nothing
as I know of the arrows
shooting left and right
until this dread is swallowed
starts to occupy within, by my own hand
and I cough it up
- examine its contents
mentally swing
from limb to limb
over reliant
on the gait cycle
mistaking stagger
for momentum
I need only step back
join the dots
scan the reference points
mindful
not
to
loop
infinity
predictions may be on the nose
observations kept intense
until curated
should I care to unravel them
I regress
regret
feel sorrow -
that every star-filled sky
becomes a named constellation
Inspired by Morning Star (L'étoile matinale) - Miro
Ah, the fortitude of a circle
the circular wisdom
of spring to summer fall to winter
the spinning wheel’s twist of threads -
at once both self-reliant and reliant
my soul to embryo seed to seedling
the mettle it takes for the genesis;
for my poppy pod to wake and break
a tiny speck of matter a fleck of duality unleashed
I surrender my dormancy to the earth -
roots reach deep like pale squiggly fingers
..for my kernel was laid to rest to bustle to life..
while my headstrong head pushes up through the soil
I come to be.. like a new idea taking shape
a physical being grounded
while seeking the realm of the Sun
the source of spirit as essential
as the dark womb from which I emerge
with a heart budding with the universe from nothing
I sprout as a sprig from a rounded grain
conceived in a gold-dusted flurry of furry buzz..
a bumblebee's dalliance with the center of a whorl
a mote of pollen so mite-like -- but
m i g h t y
in purpose potential and power
woven together in the art of creation
wind-driven autumn rains and sips of melted snow
..mother’s milk during the passage of time..
sweetly feeds the gentle needs for my tender birth
daystar’s dabble-dance with shadows
charm the chill from the cradle of the garden floor -
warm ginger dapples flit to find me between
canopy gaps in swish and sway..
mini-spots mirroring the disk of the Sun reminds me;
the image of what I’ll become
when my solar heart shines in a petal-chalice of flame..
rapture stirs the layers of humus
penetrating my essence with a ripening
stoking my fortitude to fulfill my destiny
to break free of that which holds me down
and reach ever higher inspired by a promise;
the golden circle of solace.. the bull's-eye in the sky
whose glow does kiss and grow my soul -
my inner space of bright sure to blaze
in a blossom cup’s confinement
my soul to embryo seed to seedling
sown to assure my flowering
my earthy ascension fulfills Nature’s cycle of nativity;
above the loam I rise to unfurl
and lift my airy leaves’ uncurl up high
in praise of the light
as the end of a gray season curves
into the festive yellow equinox of resurgence
In the absence of romance,
poetic soul succumbed to slumber,
within an eternal cocoon.
In dreams, heart searched for a place
where love had a meaning.
Where you would love me,
like the words of Rumi.
Eremetic eyes,
gazed through a billion solitary stars,
until you appeared - ravishing and radiant.
From them all, I chose you.
We serenaded within Rumi's spiritual love,
till our lips met like a butterfly's passion for a rose.
Before I met you,
I had lost all desire to speak, to write, to breath.
Pensive pen wrote words in diversified tongues,
softly whistled tunes, I had never known,
breathed with your name on the tip of the tongue.
But, such is my fortune,
your love resembled a shooting star -
here today, gone tomorrow.
Like a thief at night - stole my spirit.
Those who do not know the trials of love,
do not ask the state of my heart,
it has become a silent symphony,
yearning for butterfly kisses.
No longer reliant on Rumi's promises.
You may no longer read my poems,
but you will forever hide in my poetry.
In the absence of romance,
poetic soul succumbed to slumber,
within an eternal cocoon.
Searching once again, for a muse to inspire.
Silent One
Simple Musing
14 July 2019.
Foxy ponytail got a sharp tongue,
her pretty jade eyes blink-blink lashes
really cut to the chase
Keep the skirt hounds on the run,
obsession scent spur their mad dashes
Her pause give ‘em all a digital trail erase
She cracks the estrogen whip ...
let cheeky fools taste the pointed quip,
if they don’t mane macho lying back down
Amelia Earhart flygirl cool attitude,
soaring pioneer spirit air-to-ground
Indie Anna Jones' outback boots
love kicking the salty sea dogs around
Never yet met a man to meet her match;
to strike her fire
with a sincere, fingertip touch
Self-reliant souls are the hardest catch,
free space desire
oxygenate a bonding kiss rush
Indie Anna Jones
is looking for the next archeology dig site
to soul carbon date
So dust off the adventurous bones,
have a hopeful heart that’s gonna do right
And you just Dr. Feelgood might
be her perfect mate
Like a leaf in the wind
Floating through this realm of time
Whither I go, this knowledge eludes
And 'though I know who bloweth the wind
At times my troubled heart does quake
Over rugged mountains, through raging storms
Tossed and battered against lofty walls
Too high to scale or infiltrate
When strength is wane and hope is dim
Questions abound as to why here and now?
All left unanswered, without a clue
So best to withdraw and heart be stilled
Live reliant upon His will divine
With prayer a constant upon my lips
In solitude and peace, my spirit blends
Carried here like a leaf in the wind
~*~
©2010 Audrey Carey
#pen
"ADHD"
In the still of the night,
my thoughts are racing
and need erasing.
All I have to do is use my pen,
then the art of writing begins,
the thoughts become silent.
Flowing words onto paper is reliant!
It helps me hide from ADHD for awhile,
It shows in my face with a sincere smile.
#SacredInkedBlood
We live today in a world of great tumult
And of rising uncertainty and anxiety
Which pervade the world stage like a cancer
Despite soaring technological advances
Our environment and our home Earth
Are bearing an unimaginable burden
People are wondering what must be done
To right these wrongs and adjust our course
Before we turn the corner to “No Return”
Tyranny, Poverty, Disease, and War
Are still with us today since the beginning
Of time and are mankind’s greatest shame
God may be with us intellectually
But mankind must be self-reliant
To survive an inattentive, distant deity
People see answers to these enigmas
Sounds are made, echoes are heard
But nothing comes back in response
Frustration reigns supreme for many
Fear and anxiety multiple all concerns
There can never be easy answers
*******
Tyranny still reigns alive in many countries
As the actions of tin-eared dictators abound
And are on ample display for all to see
Poverty is still a shameful, terrible curse
Which afflicts the most unfortunate
And is paid lip service by the wealthy
Disease is a scourge still in our world
And still felt by those most in need
And never enough is done to change this
War is the ultimate insult to mankind
And its wide-felt swath and affliction
Plagues yet our modern, enlightened world
What to make of all these challenges
Is not easy for any of us to digest
And let alone understand why
Yet understand, comprehend we must
If we want a better world for all to live in
A Sisyphean task at its very best
Man still holds the key to make change
Positive and real for our troubled Earth
But can it ever be really so in the end
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
Schoeningen, Germany (October 16, 2014)
(Tercet unrhymed poetic format)
Yesterday I was oblivious and carefree,
looking forward to seeing you,
talking with you on the phone -
your teasing voice glimmering with laughter . . .
Today my heart is a deep abyss
that knows no bottom;
I cannot find you in the darkness
for you have slipped beyond my reach.
No one can share my pain and loss;
only I carried you within me,
nestled just below my heart,
your forming body responsive to my voice and emotions.
Others may be familiar with this grief;
but mine has its own individual, bitter taste.
You are one of a kind,
no one just like you in all the universe.
My heart swells with aching sorrow;
you passed in the deep of night
with no one by your side,
alone,
except for the angel who came
to escort you from my world to His.
Waves of loneliness sweep over me;
I am capsized!
My baby boy you will always remain
although you grew to be six feet tall,
an independent, self reliant man.
There is a loneliness I know very well . . .
each birthday,
every holiday,
it stands beside my bed
waiting for my eyes to open.
It is my companion through every day,
raising its head at unexpected moments
to remind me that you are dead.
I could not bear this loneliness
if One did not walk with me
who knows it better than even I do,
God who gave His Son for the world.
Copyright, November 16, 2014
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Heartbreak and Loss Topic
Life giving womb, silent and sacred
mystical, blood red embryo connected
cords from umbilicus, abstract limbo
unborn life, undiscovered, now growing.
Enclosed in the confines of limited space
haven from the world, as yet unknown
unborn life, feeding moment by moment
living lines and altering shapes, ever reliant.
Cover the little child, unborn, in love
keep it protected, now undisturbed
freedom in birth, to live and to breathe
hope for the future, this new life, to live.
Written on 5/20/2015
Be Still.......
I will walk with God
In the beauty of the morning
While the dew still lies upon the ground
While the birds still sing their morning song
And while the evening sky still twinkles like neon lights
And the sun still rises with its golden glow bathing everything in glorious light
And in The evenings quiet where I live has entered its time of rest at calling dusk
He still holds me tight in His warmth under downy wings soft like clouds that puff and blow across a horizon that only God could grow to water and shelter a land dependant on His goodness-
Yes I still walk with God in great expectations- reliant on His promises of always being with me- And He- even amidst the horrors of war famine and disease and evil atrocities born from the darkness of evil- His promises are still new every morning that I wake- and He still bears me through the trials and carries my burdens and makes them light- He is still my Father- And He is still My Lord and- He still- Knows my name.
© Brenda V Northeast 16th march 2012
Trump Shields The US From Becoming A Carcass Full With Ants
Trumps draws a line in the sand
He's shaken all the trees in the land
Call him whatever, okay an ass
Yet keep in mind his motto USA first
From the civil war to now
No other's brought out the plow
Like how Trump has outlined in his model
In stomping his foot down full throttle
In Trump's twelve days in office
He's raining on the bureaucratic chorus
Telling big business to fear
Of outsourcing jobs from here
He's taken on the pharmaceutical giants
To lower their prices, and be more compliant
He set a visa moratorium on 7 Muslim countries
Prompting protester's chastises, so bluntly
He's opened dialogue for domestic oil exploration
Setting the country's future more self reliant of oil importation
He's befriended the Brits, and hired a cabinet of friends
Some of which are the richest, so one hopes it pays dividends
To this he silences his, what, ... critics?
By calling them, okay, ... idiots !
Trump's IQ some say it's one of the tops
One hope pressure doesn't make it pop
Trump also seen as grandstanding his wall
For the Mexican President to take the fall
Yet he may be right on all of this
For it's a lot of walkovers from the border
That's soaking up the jobs, social and welfare
Taking up space for the ones already here
Trump may be xenophobic and not a tulip or rose
But he can't be accused of tiptoeing in
He needed to stem the colony of ants
Instead of letting them bred and expanse
connie pachecho
2/1/17
The Lady of Liberty looks me in the eye.
I am tempest-tost, and welcome reliant.
I pass at her feet, yet gaze at torch high:
Soon to be standing on the shoulders of giants.
Green spray paint splattering is all I see on the wall
It’s not art that I see, it’s vandalism! they scream to all
They can’t or they won’t let themselves imagine what truly is presage
Beautiful and unique and of greater importance, graffiti with a message
Sprayed on the concrete walls, is the vibrant green verdant artwork
Campaigning for humanity and natures creatures,
unshrouding harsh realities covered in murk
Mural’s paint disheveled meanders along itselfs esteem
Yet reliant dearly on a lifeless tree standing dormant unseen
You see it looks sadly leafless, branches dry and its greenery gone
A passerby felt Banksy’s vision left an impression is clear, strong
"d e s t r o y i n g the f o r e s t s, d e s t r o y i n g the g r e e n e r y"
And I feel certain that her words bare truth, it’s in the scenery
Provoke Joke That We Were Broke
others did provoke
and have become a big joke
they would end up broke
hard times in making
each breath we have been taking
while hearts are breaking
how bad we all feel
did discover dirty deal
poor so had to steel
God had told us so
with support spirit will grow
party in church throw
could be a client
who on God is reliant
so we shall repent
soon we all shall snap
and could never fill in gap
then was in a trap
Four F's
fanatic we found
frustrating and full of fear
tired with fatigue
Does any of this sound
familiar.
Jim Horn
I’m curves with a backbone, perfume with a bite
I’m soft when I want but I’m fire on sight
Wisdom hit different when you earned every scar
and still I will always reach for the stars
I’m a woman in full now, petals and flame
I learned my own worth before learning your name
I don’t need rescuing, lifts, or a crown
I rise on my own when the world knocks me down
See, the woman who’s walked through her shadows alone
But I’m open to love if it matches my tone
I’m tender by choice now, not by default
I can melt in your hands but stand firm in my faults
I’m seasoned not salty, flavored just right
Wisdom in my stride, got my own damn light
I stopped askin’ for space in somebody’s life
I built my own peace… cut clean like a knife
I’m grown… and it feels divine to admit
that I finally love the woman I’ve grown into bit by bit
Self-reliant, aligned, with my boundaries tight
a mature woman shining in her own fight