Best Relinquishing Poems
POTD 6 Mar 2020
Oh, where are those waves
of bygone days
that caressed and rocked
on hearing you cry?
‘Sleep little ship’ I'd murmur low
while ocean crooned her soft lullaby
Turbulent change wrought by tempestuous winds
Fresh cravings to taste the salted breeze
In foam and spray twixt the now lashing waves
Illusions waft to tempt and tease
Resounding thunder heralds a storm
Streaks of lightning split the skies
Your torch burning bright to take the helm
for selfish reasons my love denies
Indecisions vacillate crucial visions
cavernous chasms far withdrawn
The deeper I think the lower I sink
The wind howls forth a cry forlorn
No delusion with love ~ high the price
In this icy realm my resistance will take
a solicitous change of a Mother’s heart
Look not the shattered glass in your wake
The impulses of the over protective mother and keeping her child sheltered in a bubble away from the real world is just not feasible anymore. The ‘Breaking Point’ is, when she must weigh up her own feelings - either relinquishing her relationship with her offspring by forcing it to stay, or breaking her heart if she lets it go.
Ultimately, as in the ‘Story of Life’…. Love conquers all.
~Happy International Women's Day to those celebrating on Sunday 8th ~
POTD 6 Mar 2020
Malevolent imploded uncontrollably,
twisting wildly maniacal posies
amid diabolically toasted brainstem,
angst uncompromisingly yanked tresses
purging stinging speech patterned rhymes
amuck iniquitous poetic verses hung
upside down to tormentingly dry,
facing other inimically knotted borders of
antagonistic galleries in deranged snapshots
razing warped poetical tapestries,
tripping on tunes of whiskey rushes' savoy truffles
and greenish tangerines whilst Led Zeppelin's
Sick Again danced upon reflective ceiling tiles,
time written sideways 'round alleged autonomy
hidden furthermost immune masked mirror images,
debauching Greek braille calligraphy's vindication
on walls of graffito scripted physicality
calling out 'tween hysterical compulsions,
naught one heeded the sounds of synapses
about ill-fated half moon's arresting arc,
synthetic doomsday's clocks aptly chimed
quarter to analytical cuckoo's nest repudiation,
still awaiting on serendipity to surrender
furthermost rabbit hole's curiouser rants,
relinquishing unwell-languaged compilations' sabotage - -
circumventing rhythmically subversive escaped detonation
Tears fall gently
Tears fall gently, like the rain
quietly refreshing my soul
relinquishing all of my pain
Tears fall gently, like the dew
rejuvenating my spirit
with lingering memories of you
Tears fall gently, like a watery mist
releasing all of hearts sorrow
your blessed presence will be missed
Tears fall gently, without any warning
cleansing my mind of despair
from a troubled heart in mourning
Tears spurt quickly, like drops of fruit juice
freshly squeezed necter from my eyes
my fractured heart is clearly of no use
Tears pour down, like a raging storm
washing away disillusioned thoughts
while blankets of hope keep me warm
Tears fall blown away, like in a typhoon
my life hangs on by a thread
darkness covers this heart with gloom
Tears no longer fall, as bright daylight suddenly appears
God comforts me with his love, wiping away all of my tears.
John Derek Hamilton
June 30,2016
The Fountain
Where have you been my love
Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts
To go wandering heights in vacant skies
Did they capture their images on high
As you floated through the siphoned mist of your dreams
I stood on the golden rim
Where comes this shimmer quiet in your eyes
Did the blessed heavens kiss away your sadness
Flushed you seem with a new coy brilliance
Coquette by your demeanour disregards my question
I drank from a sacred stream
This sleeping softness sensual pressed to warmth
Pervades the corners of your mouth; teasing brigands
Have those loose moments retaliated their freedom
And gathered the snippets of lust once again into ragged ball of passion
I lay naked in the dust
The tip of your finger is playing upon a pharyngeal string; my love
Purring cat you are stretched bare skinned on a Persian rug
Your playful whispers intone in those exquisite curves
Flexing white porcelain opening of slow swan wings
And I held the source spring of my heart
Impatient now edges the tangled slides of your auburn curls
This gesture turns your shoulder; from behind lowered lashes you look
A predator’s toy in scratching claws lays its throat willingly bare
Ready to be devoured by a single word; of love
I stepped from the golden rim
Your palms carry the visions you have seen entranced
Coursing through your touch with eclectic imagery
There is a moment of succumb, of slavery, in you, my love
Relinquishing all but dignity, proud, honest, capitulation and senses devastation
I drink from the eternal fountain
In times of plight I seek for you,
When rivers freeze and left are few,
While sorrow strikes, among the meek,
O’er the winds, and under the creeks,
It's you who then I wish to seek.
Mirth adorned in your silhouette,
In times of war, all when stale and vain,
The picture of you, is tainted coaled,
Relinquishing my soul, from the cold,
I seek to weld, our belted bond.
While the willow, in her bow'r sleeps,
drooping to the sunset steep,
like silver pellets along my chest;
they pierce through and caress,
At times like these, you seek for me.
Forward, Unfazed;
Not a moment to waste!
I long to bask in your estate,
Of short and glorious, evanescence!
I've come to seek, your essence!
18/8/19
Edward Ibeh
I Believe- Era
Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic
falling behind mountains spell binding
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words
while she ran deeper into her bright future
Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony
The little lights knew it couldn't last
because evil drifts in
as the shadows of the past
Making way for the stars winking silver
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon
an eclipsing marriage
when the sun kisses the moon
golden silvery beautiful
This is how we are going to be;
so holy, magic and so great
we carry experience
with the soul and heart to create
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and
Anne-Lise Andresen :) - 02.01.2015 -
Copyright © All Rights Reserved
T~he minds eye closes and envisages the overflowing of true love from one's
H~eart, gravitating to thy One and Only;
E~scaping in conjunction with
B~rackish water adjoining to thy feet; taking note of the wind whispering
E~ver so seamlessly through thine ears while striding upon the seashore.
A~ccompanied by incessant love; keeping hold of hands on no
U~nearthly occasion of relinquishing. Kissing til nightfall loses its color
T~o the openings of daybreak; swimming amongst the creatures of sea
Y~earning to never part, til the extent life ventures to vanish...yet...
O~ftentimes the minds eye reopens to reality; though
F~or the time being
L~et's live every moment as
O~ur last, tracing God first and
V~ersifying our lives to that of the world as such...
E~veryone shall witness and behold The Beauty of L~O~V~E.
Pace, G.
INK-U-SCRIPT
08-06-2012
I tried my best
To show you part of me.
The side of me
You've never seen.
I'm more than a daughter;
I'm an artist, a writer,
A sister, a friend
And now to you a stranger.
I have a question,
Have you ever realized
That I have my own voice
And I have my own life?
I'm not relinquishing my soul--
I won't sell it to anyone.
If I can't be myself
Then who will I become?
I have a mind of my own,
A heart and gifts.
I have a life of my own
And it's mine to live.
Yes, you gave me life,
But it's not yours to give.
You gave me this life
So I can learn to live.
Tell me, have we met?
Have you ever seen me?
Or did you just see my music,
My tee shirts and jeans?
It's not what I look like,
It's how I look at myself.
I'm embarrassed to show you it.
Only you and no one else.
Don't be disappointed,
Mad or upset.
Be happy I have morals,
A mind and self-respect.
I'm the person I want to be.
I stay true to myself,
Meaning I'm me.
I'm me for no one else.
I'm smart and independent
Because you made me this way.
I'm no longer fearful and afraid,
That's not how I wanted to stay.
Now do you know me?
Or should I continue?
I'm making you realize,
I'm not being rude.
So make your decision.
Please, I just want an answer.
Not to be disrespectful,
But are you my mom or my mother?
Golden enchanting warm beautiful magic
falling behind mountains spell binding
A setting sun bows down relinquishing her throne
paints glowing amber clouds faraway in a distant horizon dreams
She smiled while whispering the few very freeing words
while she ran deeper into her bright future
Darkening skies breathing daylights lastly sighs
her last breath glistening gold dancing with the shadows
rippling waves call out inside one thousand echoes
Darkness slowly swallowing light silk satin ebony
The little lights knew it couldn't last
because evil drifts in
as the shadows of the past
Making way for the stars winking silver
Rocked gently side to side on a smiling moon
an eclipsing marriage when the sun kisses the moon
golden silvery beautiful
This is how we are going to be
so holy, magic and so great
we carry experience
with the soul and heart to create
A co write written by Liam Mcdaid and Anne-Lise Andresen
Gripped by transgressions in life of destitute
Withdrawn she lived in deviant troubled youth
Orphaned long ago by her own living parents
When in substance abuse she buried her soul
Distancing benevolence as church-bells tolled.
Abdicating love, she traded for buzz of lust
Forsaking trust to bolster deceptive purpose
Relinquishing sapience to forces of insanity
Finding her pleasures in discarded emotions
Someone volunteered on disgruntled streets
At midnight hour agog in tumultuous alleys.
Yet, her vacant heart was soon transformed
When jettisoned chorus found her repertoire,
As she spent nights singing hymns of joy
And read stories aloud in her mother’s voice
Cherishing how she swayed in her father’s arms
As the song of her own womb sung of a new life.
From place to place she went scouting spots
Where kind-hearted people lived downtown
And there she went when the church bells rang
As she said a prayer after a very long time
Asking for blessings as her newborn baby cried
On a stranger’s porch near a posh high-rise
Hiding long enough till someone took notice,
Swiftly thereafter from the town she vanished.
June 17, 2020
Placed 2nd: Thesaurus – Abandon or Abandoned Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Based on true stories in the United States
I wore fear
like a winding sheet,
leaving behind trails
of dead dreams
I held hope in my hands
and weeping, it slid
through my fingers
evaporating to naught
I undulated to music
praying for redemption
within the passage,
I was left bereft, still, taciturn
but by relinquishing velleity
into the firmament,
and smashing my glass heart
for the loves' of my life
I've begun to believe
in miracles again,
I am finding the way
that comforts my soul
A shimmering
lavender light,
shines with serenity
burns out the fear
and builds a blaze of hope,
by loving without doubt
the whips of regret
are now unmoving
fires have been stoked,
this mystery now has élan
I am flesh, reborn out
and into this life, once again.
Veritas Vincit
the elusive goddess of the mind and soul couplet
a revelation of who we are, what we believe,
all that we imagine is or should be conceived;
born on the rising of the sun
holding moon glow in its captivity run
a complex menagerie of starlight within the cosmos dominion,
universal relinquishing of fictionalized wordings and opinions,
a hope, desirous dream, endless entity of fact from fiction
formalized false narratives of time and space interval diction;
it struggles, writhes in the turning and tossing window
foaming ocean waves of misinformation, lie, innuendo
there is no escape of twist or twitch spoof
squirming, wriggling the pathways of lie and truth
obsessive view in the eye of the beholder's solidarity,
is there hope, is there the possibility of a new reality
it truly is, as it really exists in a hidden state?
in the end, history will write what we dictate
someone's vision, another's reality
the hope and dreams of a future giving life and liberty
and freedom will take sail
only if
the truth prevails.
Sparked by Margarita Lilico's Latin Lessons
1/10/2022
Earth element
Driven by instincts feral
Self-centred stance
An animal in human form
Gravity pulled me down
Material possessions
I seized by any means
Territorial behavior
In an imaginary cage
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Water element
Lust and domination
Testosterone oversupply
Insatiable hunger
Danse Macabre
Brutal savagery
Plunder, rape, violence
Sadism at it's peak
I dwelt in the darkness
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Fire element
Head and heart discord
Chaos and uncertainty
Conflict and self-doubt
Desire entwined with fear
Anger and remorse
Striving for balance
I was blown like a leaf
Powerless but in denial
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Air element
A subtler realm
Of vanity and pride
Jealousy and dark envy
I was a black magician
Flickers of recognition
Appeared and disappeared
Whispers of conscience
Were sometimes audible
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Ether element
Art and poetry
Grazing the vibrant void
Flirted with the ethereal
Breath by breath thus
Right brain oriented
Selective empathy surfaced
In but not of the world
I had lost my bearings
Yet in this density
In moments of silence
Love within stirred
Signalling God's presence
Epilogue
From gross to the subtle
As yet chained to form
The dance of polarities
Clouded heart and mind
Upon reaching exhaustion
There being no option
I plunged into the void
Relinquishing identity
Here within the bardo
Vaporised as a bliss mist
I became love's elixir
As a witness to myself
10-January-2023
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disappears relinquishing the night; n
Before the storm of rosy cheeks awake
all ready to play: A fleeting moment
of enchanting calmness blissfully
dawns my day. A smile. A tear.
A silent prayer.
melding with the shifting hues of a scarlet sunset
dissolving ego identity while playing with a child
taking in the breeze wafting through pine trees
invoking grace by making heart soft and mild
relinquishing cravings with nonchalant ease
oh worthy hermit, what is that awareness
innate vibrancy that does not come and go
immediate and intimate, closer than our skin
the pulse of life cognised in staid stillness slow
bliss ignition that constantly reverberates within
befriending silence by shifting from head to heart
allowing soul stirrings to rise and in time subside
as attention ceases to sway, our ego falls away
consciousness expands and we wingless glide
beholding our luminous essence, clear as day