Best Resurfaces Poems
Warnings are given
School schedules on hold
Evacuation notice
Echoes of years ago
Rushing to Jounieh port
Under cover of night
The harbor being shelled
“NO lights
NO lights!!!!
Not even a cigarette
Get on the speed boat
Hurry…HURRY!"
Cyprus…a blessed few hours away
If only we can speed away
On this fastest speed boat in the world
Sent to rescue
I’m going to be sick
Waves hitting the windows
As we listen for the sound of whistling bombs
Listening
Waiting to be blown out of the water
Will we make it?
Will we make it????
Palpable tension in the suffocating darkness
Now…TODAY
Memories struggling to gain attention
"Restrict movement
No again unnecessary trips
War is around the corner
Be careful!"
I’m scared
But mostly....
I’m tired
The sounds of war…
have not yet died out from my ears
The sights of devastation…
have not yet left my vision
The fear of death
has not yet left my heart
And now….
It resurfaces
Pulling out of the tomb
The ghost of war passed
NOW…new threats
New dreams on hold
Lives again on HOLD
ON HOLD
We were not meant to dream
We were not meant to live
Free
I’m sick
I’m sick of hearing about it
I’m sick of the world being silent
I’m sick of worrying about where to go…
I’m sick of thinking of those who will die
And the country that will be left
In utter anarchy and chaos
As the others in the region
This region of bloodshed and strife…
“There shall be wars and rumors of wars
Nation shall rise against nation
Because iniquity shall abound
The love of many shall wax cold
There shall be earthquake
Pestilence
Distress of Nations
Famine
Signs in the sun, moon, and stars
When these things begin to come to pass
LOOK UP
FOR YOUR REDEMTION DRAWETH NIGH.”
These are the signs of the times
He is coming
He is at the door….
Heaven will burst open
And He will come triumphant
AND EVERY EYE SHALL SEE HIM....
Nothing secret about His coming
ARE YOU READY
FOR THE COMING PRINCE OF PEACE?
Then finally, FINALLY
Worry and fear
The bloodshed
And every war
WILL CEASE….
FINALLY
Oh, LORD JESUS, FINALLY
We can have
P E A C E!
Eileen Manassian Ghali
Categories:
resurfaces, how i feel,
Form:
Free verse
Samskara, jailer of my heart’s deepest passions
Enervating me and drowning my soul’s rapture
Karma’s imprint become love’s stealthy assassin
Lurking fiend of black depths evading capture
From my abyssal plain, a seismic accident
Atlantis resurfaces in nightmarish form
Decayed temple’s coral seaweed entanglement
Wretched thing’s agonized tentacles writhe and squirm
Fetid beast melts under gold sun’s dazzling rays
No longer, my heart ruled by this foul parasite
Spirit’s exultant victory over decay
Opened heart bounding, radiant love glowing bright
Seascape reborn, emerald flora unwinding
Into a bright mandala, my soul unbinding
6/6/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
12 syllables/line, Shakespearean Rhyme
Alternate first quatrain:
Samskara, heart fabric’s twisted bedevilment
Karmic burden, this partial soul paralysis
Kismet’s onerous imprint, my dark resident
Lurking fiend of black depths evades analysis
If you’ve a mind, let me know which you like better!
Categories:
resurfaces, heart, philosophy, spiritual,
Form:
Sonnet
NOTE: I don't find the time, neither do I have much inclination, to write a great deal these
days. However, the occasional new piece gets composed, and this is one. I would like to take
this opportunity to thank everyone - Ruben, Raul, Andrew, Elaine, Patricia, Carol, Adeleke,
Krista, Trudi, Kristin, Bill, Shishir, Sami, James, Trudi and many, many others - who have
been so kind, supportive and appreciative both now and in the past. You are stars. I am in
your debt.
I know it's not the happiest piece, but it's what I have at the moment.
T.
Last Chance Saloon:
The deadbeat shuffle from Boardwalk to Boot Hill
Implores the synapse circuit of a short walk to the kill,
With one foot out of line one soon is gone
In Winter rains that fell all Summer long;
Never once did Zeus advise to pack a bag,
Only suck it up and tread the old main drag.
When first she shed her morals and her dress,
The channel burn adored her more than less,
Post-coital walks, romancing in the sun
Beat a path to living in the shadow of the gun;
As expectation always lets one down,
Rends the heart in two by softly skipping town.
From the stained-glass of an alcoholic haze
Wherein kaleidoscopic migraines snap and blaze,
The rusty barrelled gun scrapes at the head,
All the chambers full of coals and glowing red;
She resurfaces like some immortal doll,
And each bullet tastes of paracetamol.
So to raise the weary glass to mouth again,
To curse and toast her godforsaken name,
To down the medicine and down some more
And ride the bona-fide revolving bat-swing door;
Swear by saints alive to never leave this room,
No more chances left to chance in this last chance saloon.
Categories:
resurfaces, angst, cowboy-western, life, loss,
Form:
Verse
Coma like consciousness resurfaces
Enclosed in a capsule shaped sleep chamber
A few vague abstract shapes pass and repass
Overhead LED lights flash response
Feeling for control pressure area
Oxygen floods now obsolete chamber
The glass frame clicks and glides swiftly open
Stepping out Grayson squats to do knee bends
"Hi" and a friendly tap on his shoulder confirms
First Mate Adams has likewise awakened
Refreshed after a dry crystal shower
He meets up with his colleague once again
The onboard computer interrupts with
update logistical data read out
Which lasts approx. eleven earth hours
Grayson takes up his first watch duty role
Familiarising relevant complans
Compiling notes on configurations
While studying the moon's crater surface
Alien report flashes up on screen
Sentient. All O.K. No import flares
Star Planet Ogilvy one light year away
"Hi Grayson", greets Adam's approaching frame
"Any adverse affects from your nano sleep?"
"No Doc", Grayson responds positively
Then automatically checks his stun gun
Noting Adams back view does not compute
A pulsating neck protuberance glows red
Horror struck Grayson then sees it turn purple
As he raises his gun to eye level
Adams then turns unexpectedly
Seeing the lazar ray hone in on him
Smile freezes and registers shock on his face.
Dated: 9th March 2014
Categories:
resurfaces, science fiction, planet,
Form:
Free verse
One of my first poems
resurfaces in my mind
as I recall my
beginnings as a Poet
I reminisce about
peaceful times when
Peace and Harmony
were plentiful, bountiful
It's amazing how things
can filter through your thoughts
causing emotions
that surreptitiously cement
your current actions
It is all one
big joy ride
that convalesces through
existential surroundings
bound by convictions
that put you in a place
that is calm, serene
Categories:
resurfaces, happy, journey, life,
Form:
Free verse
Not Always Blood
It was a childhood crush a long time ago; as a teenage girl you know; you just know.
I treated him as a little brother, such a little cutie, still a boy to me though.
Haven't seen him in three decades but he's like family
Whenever I think of him or his name resurfaces, a warm memory
He requested a messenger chat on social media which I happily accepted not long ago
Not an awkward moment, it was like time had stood still the conversation flow
He revealed "I had a crush on you just want you to know"
"I already knew, I thought it was sweet"
His manner took on a serious tone he said "It's been too long maybe we should meet"
My crush has never gone away, you're in my heart and on my mind
You are still sexy and oh so fine, I’m happy I connected with you face time.”
Words a woman like to hear, it really got my heart to flutter.
But common sense took over and I kept repeating “You are my brother.”
To which he responded “My sister tells me you belong to no other,
Just stop by; we can just chill, we won‘t do anything you don‘t want to.”
Jokingly, “My darling little brother am I going to have to fight you?”
“I am a child no more but a grown man and would never do you harm.
When you were my brother’s fiancée and he hit you I wanted to break his arm.
I hated him for having a good woman who he never treated well
I can’t forget and have never forgiven him for putting you through hell.”
My son stopped by to visit, walking in he hadn’t a clue
He goes to the table and hears from my laptop, “Long time no see Nephew?”
It’s been a couple of weeks, he’s invaded my dreams, I can’t get him off of my mind
On my way to visit a one time childhood crush, now a grown man and mine, all mine.
Categories:
resurfaces, conflict, crush, emotions, social,
Form:
Free verse
OK, mindful class,
past time to reopen our nurturing nests,
our nutritional mouths
and good-natured ears
and fertile reverse reserves
of not Lose/Lose
EarthMother Health-Wealth Care.
First,
we define our variables,
bilaterally co-arising
recreating
bipartisan dipolarities
Depolarizing
bipolar competing aggravations
replacing Old School co-gravitations
cooperative structured spatial out-forms (x-Yang)
and compassionate temporal in-flow(y-Yintegral
Organic green growing secular BodyLeft (x)
and sacred MindRight felt (y)
x/y brilliantly resilient body/mind co-investments
Where x presents Integrity
of enlightened LeftBrain solid form,
And y represents CoInvestments
of empowering RightBrain synergetic flow.
Please respond as I call:
X also Here presents...
Universal
space without sufficient time
And Y again Now remembers...
Unitarian
wealth of time without severing
Universal health care space
Very good.
And, thereby,
resurfaces reverse appositions
between Solidarity (x)
and Synergy (y)
Of non-zero
Open Whole Living BioSystems
for x/y Gaian NeuroSynthesis
Green Tao Energy
CoPassionately coalescing
inside mindful listening classrooms
while creolizing cultures and religions
outside indigenously integral
win/win peak experience
polyculturally robust
HealthCare Communication
Wealthy EcoPolitical Systems
As Golden Rule understood
and appreciated
by AnthroPrivileged students
of LeftBrain empowering
nonviolent ecofeminist
secular (x) communicating forms
sacred (y) peak communion flows
In economic
and political conclusions,
co-invested and co-operative
Universal spatial solidarity (x)
Yang bilaterally double-binds Yintention
Unitarian temporal synergy
exponentially encircling (y)
Emergent
Mono(x)/Poli(y)-Theistic
Gaian felt panentheistic
inside RightBrain nonverbal
nonviolent win/win communication
Unconditional warm-flow
womb-formed pre-traumatic
universal/unitarian bifurcated mindfulness
Original prime matriarchal attachment
(x/y) ego/eco-systemic harmonic
EarthTribal resilient ch'i-balance
harmonic wisdom circles
for sharing resonant wealth
of resilient health.
Categories:
resurfaces, appreciation, education, health, humanity,
Form:
Parallelismus Membrorum
an aging celebrity Penn
will every now and again
demand our attention
he'll build up the tension
he just never knows to say when.
Categories:
resurfaces, adventure,
Form:
Limerick
The Storm by Jennrut
Soiled
Drum drum drum drum...
A pained, wet leaf
saturated by the storm's reverberating pressure.
Compacted,
Smothered by heavy soil which consumes it
Weighted by shadows of familiar clouds. Deadening,
Rotting.
A Reprieve
Unable to breathe but yet mustering the strength to bend
just as the winds take control.
Breaking free
A savory taste of flight
The Drumming
Boom!
Stunted by the perpetual thunder which echoes through its veins
The drumming vibration
Drum drum drum drum
Summoning
Pounding
The Light
Flash!
Momentarily stifled by the streaks of light which reveal its true nature
Where am I?
How did I get here?
Paralyzed
Numbing silence
Rains continue to spit
Rapidly firing
While the undaunted leaf tosses
Trickling through the whirlwind
Unscathed
Spiraling
Crack!
Free fall
Unaware
Scars tear open as it pummels downward
Swept off by the murky currents which rapidly flow beneath its surface.
Tumbling, bopping
through directionless divots
Submerged
Serenity of Silence
Finally ...
Submerged
The Last Breath
Dulled Flashes... Muffled ... BANG!
Wide-eyed
Shaken, panicked
It gasps for vitality
Flailing below, vociferating
Who will hear my cries?
Reaching...
Isolation
Left to fend for itself
Amongst the hollowed cries
Longing for inner peace
The rest of the Earth seemingly unshaken
As it drowns in its sorrowful solitude
Left to choose
Life!
Adrenalin transforms its inner will
Relinquishing the spirit of life
Racing upward for its last willed breath
It resurfaces to face the reigning tattoos which mark its existence
Revival
The inner glow of the sun's spirit
Warming its weathered, torn skin
Internally basking in its renewed beauty
Zealously floating as the rapids calm
Shedding its weighted soul
...more breaths
Drumming fades
Confidently awaiting the future of nature's next purposeful storm
Note:
May we all find the inner strength to believe in ourselves and to accept hardships as the pathway to peace.
Categories:
resurfaces, abuse, change, courage, feelings,
Form:
Prose Poetry
i was in love head over heels knees bent waist deep in love.
palms sweaty mind racing emotion crazed blindsided nothing else matters
glued to he. my heart was bleeding the emotion never receiving he couldnt see
the connection. he was the description of my perfection perfectly flawed to be
my king. i was dedicated to the discovery of me inside of him.i was overly
submissive my usual submission upgraded to be. i didnt fight or challenge i
wanted to be easy like the flow of water. i wrote poetry b/c he inspired me. i
indulged in romance planned trips with gifts with wonders that made him smile.
i discovered floetry to be all he had ever dreamed in the interchangable. what
the heart didnt understand i fell in love at 15 he was my angel my gift we
disconnected so i latched to the boomerang effect came in u know that if it was
meant to be it will come back jive well it did again at 18 but i was feeling
myself to hard i couldnt be what he needed than at 24 i crushed him i wanted
that old thing back willing to fight because he was to be mine at 26 i tried to
sink my teeth in him b/c i knew he was the one.that he came again b/c this
was it i was ready. he made me nervous. caused me to blush . made my heart
flutter. reequired me to be the woman i was destined to be but we have now
transition to this.....nothing. i am consciously ridding him but my subconscious
resurfaces him just when i think i have let go, he has moved on but i continue
to live in the torture of love. i am openly addicted to romance to the
commitment and the institutuon of oneness. this spiritual love balance
madness.. my testimony to the mockery of misguided consciousness
the story contines in the book coming soon!
Categories:
resurfaces, lost loveme, heart, romance,
Form:
We talked unknownst to each other, that,
All hell would break loose.
What could possibly come of two talking in harmony?
Us, filmy for a film even,
Shattered beyond cry or wail.
Crying for spilt milk is adagedly a vestige
The value of milk spilt resurfaces only then,
And crying for lost value,
Is it a vestigial adage too?
After all, none can rue when they have what they crave,
Two people desperate for each other,
One voluntarily cocooning, the other involuntarily so,
Nothing of what we had felt fake,
Though people make it out to be.
Trust, on which everything should be based so,
Even that ensured,
Neither of us get why each of us is separate.
All four desperately wanting the other,
Too egoistic to spell it out
And yet still confined,
And shackled to persons they bear less of the love to,
Or is that false?
Categories:
resurfaces, best friend, cry, loss,
Form:
Christmas season is here again
A season that calls for celebration
A time set aside to remember the birth of the king of kings
Let us go into this season with our hearts full of praises
As we give our Christmas gifts of golds, myrrhs and frankincenses to our king
While our houses are decorated with Christmas signatures, our Christmas decorations
What a season to share, love and re-activate the significance of the birth of the king
A time and period to remember
A season that caresses with joy and happiness leaving pain and sadness without attention
A season where the Christmas lights glow-shinning brighter than ever before
The Christmas bells jingle as the people sing aloud Christmas carols and mingle
Hearts are full of praises, excitement fills the air
Angels ascend and descend with gifts as we proceed into a new year
The snowman resurfaces not wanting-unwilling to miss out of this joyful Christmas season
Christmas hampers fill every home, indeed Christmas season leaves us with a feeling of
joyful happiness to behold
The mistletoe sprouts curling its way around homes
Christmas trees emerge in every home as snowflakes descend
Christmas cards are delivered to spread the love and celebration across every home, town,
street, city, community, continent, region, and world
The sounds of Christmas carols soar into the clouds, echoing into the membranes of the earth
The Candle lights shine bright in this Christmas season
Christmas eases the pain of January to November
With the Christmas bells “gingling”
We make Christmas wishes and hope Santa delivers our Christmas gifts
Can you hear the Christmas carols setting the template for the Christmas feeling ?
An indeed reuniting season
Christmas hampers and gifts go round every family
Christmas candles light the world
“Oh Christmas tree” sings the Christmas trees
Jiggle your Christmas bells aloud and let the Christmas cards and pictures give us
memories of the lovely and beautiful Christmas moments we shared.
Categories:
resurfaces, on writing and wordschristmas,
Form:
I long to hide in a hole and stay hidden
Embarrassment haunts me as the memory resurfaces
All eyes punish me with their glares
My moral sense did not guide me
For it was not developed
At 14, my young mind did not know consequences
I beat myself up in my mind
I scream to make it better
But the anxiety never goes away
the memory never fades
As it uninvitedly resurfaces, I relive it
Over and over and over again
Categories:
resurfaces, anxiety, freedom, memory, remember,
Form:
Free verse
It’s not frost you see, its fear.
The hollow spot left behind closed
as memories became sweeter softening
the hardness that once controlled.
Its frozen parts thawed gently
over the years.
Sorrow gives way to sheer weariness.
Happiness evades to dark corners
to simmer on a low heat allowing
its steam to rise occasionally as hope
remains a constant flame burning in
the dreariness.
Joy seems to have taken a holiday.
Intermittent moments, when it resurfaces,
bringing short bursts of laughter
along with smiles that last
until the occasion has spent its time
and had its say.
Love remains supreme, even incomplete.
Ingrained as it is in the soul that lives to
give without thought of receiving back,
often betrayed or simply passed over,
it continues to go forward
refusing to admit defeat.
A heart filled with love wants to share.
Mended, hidden for a short season,
its beacon is always there waiting
for the chance to give of itself
should someone take a chance,
see past fear and dare to care.
Categories:
resurfaces, faith, inspirational, loss, lost
Form:
Free verse
Top shelf cologne exhibits sensual tail of peacock
Entrances my senses at our eleven a.m embrace
Eyes shut, my erratic stamina borrows comfort
Curled into leather front seat, chest inhales safe
Our waterfall guffaws cascade in establishments of stature
Grilled salmon, staple lunch, gregarious wine supports us
Role's novelty and glitz incessantly scratches my rapture
Unorthodox allure makes mockery of standard formulas
Indirect looks from diners, behind raised glasses, warped
Solid gold arrogance declares benefits blatantly displayed
Society fears breaking the mould, glued to ordinary course
Our acquired theme sustains disdain for lifestyles staid
Ocean boulevard grandeur sees counterpart meshed potential
Sleek topless travel exalts unfelt mist, road gloss moisture
Your life thickened fingers amorously grasp my thigh's tender
I agree to be owned, an ornament connects material pleasure
When the Polstar slows to crawl of steady tiger, stealthily slips
mid afternoon into carpark of your harbour side apartment
Disparagement wedges beneath my ribs, not having envisaged
aerobics of limber mayhem, loosened make-up, not just yet
Smug expression hugs your face, read in tight lipped pressure
I assert my plan to showcase new swimsuit may now be ruined
"Absolutely promise, gorgeous, there's no chance you'll regret."
My climbing premonition messages a gem of genuine
Ponytail splayed against mirrored wall of elevator
Ardent kissing's conclusion resurfaces your chivalrous
Door barely closed before I pouncing kitten paw you
Your flailing indicating a spare key cut for me, erroneous
"My doll, my dear desirable, the key is incompatible."
Mysterious grimace molests your face, causing me to frown
"Did the rum with lunch rupture your remaining brain cells?!"
Fatherly pats of my arms speak a decoy which confounds
Journey up two flights, could it be... heart in throat
Silenced keys caress sweat sodden peeled open palm
Your anticipating stare burns my back, unopposed
Oh, justify me - yes! - the door complies on demand
"Neighbour, do you like it?" superfluous inquiry smiling
Floating eight stories above glint of yacht metropolis
Invited by windows handing out reviving hold of horizon
Violent screams likely deafen you, interjected with frantic kisses
Categories:
resurfaces, beauty, candy, confidence, courage,
Form:
Quatrain