Best Retrained Poems
I shouldn't have looked into wondrous eyes
to find a reason to comply and stay
and dance with romance beneath stars that sigh
in a fragrant-scented night, I'll obey
that your eyes so tender could hold me chained
with delicate passions burning desire
I become a prisoner that's retrained
freedom is granted to caress the fire
we'll hear the breathless breath of love in flight
and find a quietness that we'll embrace
unaware of stars falling through the night
I am lost in eyes that reflect love's grace
that I have looked into your wondrous eyes
to strip my mask, my unwilling disguise
re-jargon re-emancipation re-align re-alteration, by design despair intended, no fear with the
truth deflected, relagate remove re-tie, retrained in rejection to observe a "new" (religion)
the temporal (love) that grows again from former things, and a past inglorious decidley mean
rewind rewind ligature will bind, search (religeon) you will find, the death of beasts and blue eyed men,
from torah priests and sun gods shamen, who killed the flaxen haired and strong, and
claimed gods blessing to chant and song, yet the dark skinned jesus came! to end the sadness
and pointless pain, he came to answer the sacrifical call, and yet his one aim to end it all,
and when you see upon the cross, the blond haired christ or son of god, wonder not why it is so,
also to the occident did his compassion go, to end religion and its shame,the old was gone
when the truest LOVE called end of game.
Ago I watched a woman coax
A fellow back from death.
Sand clung to the drowned
Man's shoulder, briny fluid
Dripped from clustered hair
Breath pushed lung to throat
In that moment inelastic life
Crashed back upon the dead
like a shadow tsunami
A curl of pale and bilious gas
Fumed from chimney nostrils
Solidified in black to wight
A crowd appeared though I alone
Observed that embryonic beast
Queasy, shivering afright,
I marked its flight beyond the foam
And with a sudden acumen
retrained my sights on death undone
Anon the surly imp invades
My repose, persists, cajoles
Courses as the Golden Horde
Across the spear grass steppes
Lodges of despondent darkness
Curtains drawn in masquerade
Where to the sopping man, renewed,
Removed I have no honest clue
Yet, with Lutheran conviction:
Beware the mirrored urchin clone
Loosed against our universe
Deceptive doppelganger who'd
Concuss humanity, earthbound
Sedate the benefactor faction
Throwing shade across the globe
Foment a foul and frothy chaos
Their like exists, implicit legion
Homunculi, contrary of the crowned
I know that I’m addicted Although it’s self inflicted Life is not what I depicted To this I am convicted I don’t want any help I want to do it myself My efforts are in vain It’s impossible to abstain Even when I try distraction My demons say time for action I wish I could just have them slain But I can’t nor my life regain Even if I could ebb the woes The need for this never slows I am losing this battle, feeling drained my brain will simply not be retrained Please someone give me the solution End the voices and my mind pollution Or I know what I’m destined for If I can’t beat this I’ll be here no more
Now for that reason I'm disturbed
But here's the real news feed
I'm addicted to my words
But in your mind you was thinking weed
To deal with the pain
I?ve retrained my mind
Every time I have a memory of you
Every time I have a dream about you at night
I will visualize a red button that says delete
Just like when you press play and record at the same time
I will erase your memory from my mind
From every kiss to every hug to every I love you
I will take a demagnetizer and erase any patterns of emotion,
Compassion or desire that transpired
Like a tape that holds our song
It will be erased and forgotten
Your image will be burnt and carried away
Like the ashes into the wind
You will be a stranger on the street
That I do not recognize
No connection, no emotion, no hello, no goodbye
No gesture, no smile
You name will have no meaning
And your eyes will have no sparkle
Everything that I have known about you
Will simply have died
Like a grave without a name or date
There will be nothing left to remind me that I once loved you
I long to see you become forever well
filled with life and happiness that from which we fell
I love you for the character things in you I see
the unpolished gems you contain your inner quality
I see your desire and searching to be loved
your tenderness to the prison there what you dream of
I've considered the places where your mind does dwell
the heights you have aspired but far from them fell
I see into your inner core not just upon your face
the mind residing in you that your soul encase
I love that you know you can count me a friend
and your confidences I'll keep until our end
I know those places where the hurting went
with childhood abuses were treated with contempt
I know how criticism did with anguish fill
and how the remains are in there living still
I have seen you alone crying in the night
with no one there to say it will be alright
you put on a brave front as we all display
but despair rides your soul each and every day
And there did I see beauty that lives you within
the part you have protected from violence of men
from the words and deeds from their actions cruel
dispensed by those ignorant the unthinking fool
But I am only human can only see a little part
the results of mankind's thoughtlessness effects upon your heart
so little comfort can I impart that effectively touches you
until the Son of God his love on earth will do
Just know you will always be within my thought
though not there present you're in my mind allot
I'll look forward till next I see you and look upon your face
wrap my arms around you hold you in my embrace
Know that your sorrow Gods intends desist
through the only Kingdom these governments resist
those who hurt others will become restrained
until the hearts of men can become retrained
These are the promises that through Christ will come
that which resides in heaven his will on earth be done
and not another soul will ever hurt your heart
for Gods promise is that Love will never you depart
COPYRIGHT © 2011 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
It started on his first day of school
I was promptly labelled dunce and fool
For being a lefty guess I wasn't cool
The yardstick across the fingers
Left bruises to the heart that still lingers
Learn to write with your right or you get another zinger
How can a 5 year old stand and fight
With no savior in sight
You just take it til they quench all your light
Yet this was the place where all children go
To get fed knowledge to help them grow
To eventually make it in the world's big show
And so the Parents still sent me day by day
Just a free day care system to keep me away
So in my struggle for survival I learned to fight or play.
I managed to make it those early years
Just to step into high school and face more fears
Where Bullies were plentiful and fights more fierce
Then they gave me a diploma for surviving again
I smiled and walked away and stuffed down the pain
And joined the labor force just to be retrained
12 years of knowledge never served me well
For years that I strived in the workforce hell
Had to deal with abusive bosses as well
I had a dream once when I first did dream
That I was a shooting star in the universal theme
But the dream was a lie that the world had schemed.
So here I am now training another naive soul
Whose dream has landed him in this Godforsaken hole
But first I teach him the truth so his sanity remains whole.
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a young boy
He sent an orchid to a fresh young girl
He wanted to break through the walls of troy
The prize he won and he took his new pearl
Running down the winding and leafy lanes
Hand in hand laughing they both ran away
Released now from so many locks and chains
Happy they are for this magical day.
Time and again they stop to hug and kiss
Safe together in each others strong arms
Relaxed knowing this is now their new bliss
They fell for each others love and their charms.
Youth is theirs, they see it, they beckon it
Dreams and wishes of old are granted too
Lives entwined forever, love them did hit
This love that is so fresh, so good and new
The bars are gone now, no restraints no pain
Sight restored new vigour, youth regained
Fantasy, magical, long may it reign
Their lives now will be renewed and retrained
Once upon a time, a time now long gone
When Fantasy and magic ruled the world
A fair maiden’s young waiting heart was won
A strong young man trusted, and blonde-haired girl
© 16/01/2013~GG
Fantasy, Fantasy, Fantasy: Contest Entry.
It appears to be inevitable,
That conflict is renewed.
Where passions outweigh the passive,
Becoming arrogant and rude.
When the diplomats are silent,
With nothing more to say.
Our youth take up the battle,
Trained in the warrior's way.
Regardless of any victory, the
Soldier pays a steep cost.
As many return bitter and broken,
As if their souls have been lost.
They often are treated as a drain,
In an enormous, rehabilitation bath.
Since they couldn't be retrained as
Pure killers, to become a psychopath.
With time, some may heal,
And even appear whole.
Yet many others are left with a burden,
To perpetually carry the human toll.
People are robotic programs are installed...
Some will read my words and some what get appalled...
Media streams info that they want you to know...
It's all this grand stage and we're part of the show...
Listen to this savior that looks almost like you...
Because he is your color he must be speaking truth...
If you some what look not all is as it appears...
Everyone should know control is stemmed by fear...
We have become puppets pulled along by strings...
Color, Creed, Religion instilled into your being...
How can we be free? When they control our minds...
We pray for a grand savior or proof in form of signs...
We are all at fault, we tend to shift the blame...
For the mind is a great thing and it can be retrained...
Some will be moved others will stay still...
Some shall cut off strings and grab on to free will...
My boss thought he was so clever
not giving me a raise for extra responsibility
‘Twas in the wonderful days when jobs
were in abundance but that worked both ways
Promptly gave my notice and he was ecstatic
to announce he was giving my job to a university grad
A week overlap to train her should be more than plenty
Didn't he roll his eyes when he overheard me
having the nerve to suggest she might want to take notes
So I gladly took this as my cue to take an early leave
I was excess baggage obviously but imagine this
she had to be retrained three times it’s true
The first time, idle tongues
must have wagged that the fault was mine
but the second and the third, humm…
I think justice had been served
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on December 17, 2018 for contest JUSTICE - WORD OF THE YEAR sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 4TH
Hey there dope fiends,
It’s me, your addiction. The thing you can’t
live without. Your job has tied you to me.
The out of town family would think
something was all wrong if you didn’t stroke
me on a daily. My superficial voice lets them
know in no uncertain terms that you’re alive.
But they really don’t go past a shallow
scroll. Do they? Hits in small doses. I have
retrained you all with mediocre and you
didn’t even know it. Now go try and find
someone that can look you in the eye. Hold
a conversation for longer than 20 minutes.
Let me save you the time. I’ve made it nearly
impossible. As far as finding a way out? Try
to ignore me. Try and turn me off. You will
end up more isolated than you already are.
Either way I win. I always win. Why? I’m
always at your disposal. I am right there.
A lackluster substitute that lets you get away
with everything and never holds you accountable.
Now be sure to set that passcode.
You could never remember a full password.
Sincerely,
Well no one uses me to talk anymore.
Let’s change my name. Anyone game?
although we’re from ego unchained
we’ve played out our role as ordained
intent’s pure and so we endure
blood that flows that soul be retrained
A life spoken of too much
locks the museum door behind it.
If you write it all down
eyeballs will skate over the
rambling litter.
Many claim to have a book in them
one worth telling to all.
Nod and agree, then flee.
A life underdone is best,
not too hard a boiled egg -
softly does it.
Better to compose pure fiction
secretly weaving some truth of you
within.
Only the subdued liar,
the retrained boaster
can fake it all the way to the end
and make you want to read on.
Under do it if you want to be noticed,
over do it and you are undone!
End my mind pollution
I know that I’m addicted
Although it’s self inflicted
Life is not what I depicted
To this I am convicted
I don’t want any help
I want to do it myself
My efforts are in vain
It’s impossible to abstain
Even when I try distraction
My demons say time for action
I wish I could just have them slain
But I can’t nor my life regain
Even if I could ebb the woes
The need for this never slows
I am losing this battle, feeling drained
my brain will simply not be retrained
Please someone give me the solution
End the voices and my mind pollution
Or I know what I’m destined for
If I can’t beat this I’ll be here no more
8 WORD POETRY CHALLENGE
13/08/19
Sponsor name: Emile Pinet