Best Rewinds Poems
L i f e
a prison of pretense
and I still dream of
walking through tempests of chaos
barefoot,
allowing stones and pebbles
to tattoo my languid skin with love in lilac,
as ashes of yesterday
erase the thunder marks
that struck my spine
in ruthless rhythm,
oblivious to the scorching solitude
that swallowed the stars
swaying across the heinous horizon.
Trusting the tormentor,
dancing with the devil,
as I drink from the naive springs,
like a jailed jasmine,
to Stockholm syndrome.
I’ve heard the crickets croon,
I’ve felt the warmth of raining tears,
while w a i t i n g
w i s h i n g
upon pirouetting peridots~
a trick played by Lucifer,
as peace is a lie
fed from the serpentine scent of sunlight
that tastes like mists of malice…
Tonight I kneel
at the chapel of charades,
reminiscing fragmented forests
where I’ve long been
a forbidden lace of Lilith,
cursed by the fickle flames
of the blood moon,
like a tortured sin,
tethered by time…
O divine destiny,
designed with darkness,
see the angst,
veiled amidst contoured clemency
and manicured mercy,
the beginning
of an inevitable end.
I fear not the hereafter~
the realm of redolence and zephyr,
there phrases of regret
shall be a rinsed-away garden,
watered with saffron and amber…
Perhaps
when the last refrain of living
rewinds and repeats,
we’ll reflect
on the circus we performed in sheer naivety…
But would you then~
catch my soul, it’s willing to fly away,
feel my pulse, it emanates freedom,
heed my heart, it sings of love,
seize my ink, it flows with faith,
catch my sigh, it homes compassion,
hold my hand, it seeks kindness…
Hallowed be thy Name
Hallowed be thy Light....
Humanity
The pagan pilgrimage, sun-worshippers frequently make
Latter-day phenomenon, take off on a Bronze Age break
Constellations change position, solstices realign
Tropic of Capricorn peaks, Cancer starts its slow decline
Astrologers reassure us, the end is not bespoke
Astronomers can’t sleep, has a supernova awoke?
Healthy cells deconstruct inexorably from their core
Runaway chain reactions, laying waste forever more
Be that as it must, cosmic cataclysms generate thrust
Comets are slightly nudged, on a collision course with us?
Ancients believed them omens, wraiths of impending slaughter
Those billion ton tailed curveballs, catalysed Earth with water
Modern man searches for answers, drowning in misnomers
Melding PhD honours, with chatbot E-diplomas
Teleporting entangled particles, throws back a hack
Time travelling marvel, rewinds the real Bronze Age back?
Absurdness seems lame, yet concomitantly germane
Hawking conserved energy, by merely using his brain
Newton had a bachelors, kept him celibate stable
He’d balls of steel for sure, alas no bearings on that cradle?
Information cannot be destroyed, only zeitgeists can
Synthesised is truth, in the malleable hands of man
Life’s more delicate, gravitas hidden behind a smile
Like tales that flightless birds, buried heads in denial
Ostriches evolved kick-ass legs, and win the biped race
They dig shallow pits in sand, not complex black holes in space
One squawked this revelation before zooming off to die:
“Humankind’s the sole species, with good reason to ask why”?
Music is my therapy,
and yet, confusion rewinds,
in my mind,
dynamic notes of melancholy.
But when ebony keys electrify,
harmony bids darkness goodbye.
When symphonic waves crash on soundless shores,
Listen to the cadence of silent seas,
He's a virtuoso of voiceless woes,
orchestrating pre-written faith, at ease.
For every tainted tide, transpires a tune,
If you lend your ear to the unsung sighs,
perhaps sonorous currents too would croon,
amidst ringing reasons that fall and rise.
There's a fine song for every shipwrecked heart,
entrenched in rhymes from the soul of sand dunes.
Healing comes through searing sirens as art,
rhapsodizing themes of roaring runes.
As waters whistle, hushed air ricochets,
resonating the melody of a dulcet dove,
breeze beneath ripples rewinds and replays,
in divine dialects through language of love.
Whilst chorus of crickets swiftly unfold,
allow nature to compose musings of the ocean.
Words can only whisper deep scars untold,
in poetic crescendo, that translates intense emotions.
Each crescent moon rewinds time’s notes
and sweeps me back to our blessed haven
where long has stayed my peaked presence.
I would love to be back in our cozy cabin
where we grew magical feelings of happy.
All of our shared yesterday seconds
were love expressed while money distressed
and both such ways were my life’s best days.
We could barely afford a potty when on our
first anniversary you wrapped a Scottie puppy
inside an old jalopy that was red bow capped.
A car some might call shoddy mapped our
love in endless feelings of freedom's happy.
Tonight’s moon knows our fiftieth anniversary
soon comes, it poses then my life will be done
and with Scottie, you will greet me in our old jalopy.
I have long prayed to regain our embracing love
within Heaven's divine feelings of happy.
I’m tapping my feet to the music escaping an old man’s saxophone
On main street
I can feel the raindrops hit my hand
I roll them in my palms like marbles
From my childhood
They apologize to me
And I ask for what?
They say, for making you feel smaller than you are
I look up at the sky, water like whites from an egg
Sizzling on my skin
The sun breaking like the yolk
Like me
The old man’s sax is drowning
Filling up with storm
I decide the rain is too much and disappear
Into a coffee shop
I’m at the counter waiting when
The man in front says
“What’s a pretty girl like you doing all alone?”
It ends in a question but not the one he said
Out loud.
Blink 182 cuts like static through the silence
I try to force my mind to the song but
I can only hear the lyrics
“Friday night and” “Nobody likes you”
My smile is already frozen from the cold
But he makes it shatter like a mirror and
Gather itself on the floor.
The server asks my order, slowly
My face rewinds like a VCR and
My smile puts itself back together
“Caramel Macchiato, please.”
I trudge to my home smelling of cardiac arrest
Brush my teeth
Spit out the coffee and distaste on my breath
At night I dream of bowing in front of red gold curtains
Costume only on my lips
A playbill
With my name an elipseys from the heaviest role
Happiness
People throw roses for fake smiles.
You look at me and I g e t l o s t
You look lost
You STAND before me in lust
I lay down below you in love
I talk too much..............
I l o n g for you to listen
Instead I hear a DEAFENING silence
You stutter a staccato.. s i g h
We volunteer play pretend prisoners....... s e e k i n g
To navigate stay captivated…… until
Escaping through a [hidden] trap door
Freedom forfeits reason and the ransom that was you and me
‘he’ stands before ‘she’
Misunderstanding “me”
She lies she forgets The truth he remembers
The news about us
Rewinds as we watch….
You preview a forecast.... de je vous….......
Pause.. my predictions - press replay
I will not harden my heart-sow the seeds to soften your soul
You rescue me - I save you
The danger in you deploys the safety in me
And then finally you see…………………………
you finally see me.....
Away from life’s whims of bustle and rush
Not even the wind will brittle shells brush
The bird’s eggs rest peacefully on their nest
Work of fibres at their best.
(What in the world can be more beautiful?)
The value of a filament cannot best be told
Otherwise its stick of fire will soon be drowned in the dew.
Our pot is broken:
Our world is split in seven pieces;
Some greater, larger and some left unspoken.
The black clouds that welcome the rains of the month
Is the stench breath of the cannons mouth?
And to think our worst fears are manmade meteors from the sky
Would forever be one pathetic lie.
Ebony and ivory together
Can’t you hear the sounds of piano keys?
Like the singing free spirited birds that will always fly.
Oh mankind! Oh mankind!! Oh mankind!!!
Do you not feel the chill in the uncaring night?
In our minds the tale of the broom
Mummy earth still rewinds
“A stick will only prick dirt through your eyes
But together they can clean the room “
There once was a little covered bridge
At a brook nearby when I was young
I’d travel there with a picnic
I wanted to be in some far away land
The brook carried my stories away
Now, the memories welded, remain
Watching the little fish swim…
Listening to my portable pink radio…
Sitting near the tall pine grove…
As if this covered bridge was mine
At least those days I went there,
It was in a way, for a short time
My location of peace, I’d pretend was home
Maybe now in memory, it has found its place
To be just that, as my mind rewinds and returns
To a pleasant vision that is never forgotten
And a brook that still sings my life’s song
Heidi Sands
11/30/22
Given time I just need to stand
let me see my parents smile
trades what I couldn't do without
prayer of hope that I wouldn't leave them
because some days I blur them out
I complain that life was hard
But to see death come to them is even harder
let it bring the truth
I no inside my eyes there lye's the proof
its me, they are who the should be
my realization is weak
my imagination is fiction
but bring into life is what I fake and make is what is existing
trying to take control of the feeling
but to lose all that with the past times
makes the situation rewinds on my mine
forgive me god now I am trying
I don't wan ta to leave u daddy
But I think I can make it on my own
I don't wan ta see you weak momma
I only wan ta image of you as being strong
Yes I know the rain don't only wash away
The sun is not what brighten the day
and its good to place these things together
but my emotions is lost though all weather
bring me though
don't let me blame
just give me the strength to gain
let me be who I'm supposed to be
don't let me fall into the dictation of hurt
god bring me close to my identity
I search within these grains of sand
Sifting slowly through my hands
Seeking that one special key
to unlock the tomb of memories
All the footprints washed away by tides
but once upon a time still lives inside
Calling back the endless pleasures
Waking thoughts of bygone treasures
I still wring wine from dried out roses
and sculpt hard rock in limber poses
I can still find sugar in the ocean salt
when time rewinds and my mind comes to halt.
For once a dream I dreamed came true
I walked along these shores with you
The love we shared still whispers on the sea
this sea of endless memories.
Watch how a poem rewinds from the end to the beginning.
You're not losing your mind but you'll find me, a madman grinning!
One by one the words disappear never to return.
The verbs evaporate into the atmosphere with no concern.
With each sentence the ink slowly rolls back into the pen.
Don't cha dare blink because it will be over before it begins!
From the page I watch each letter completely vanish.
As the letters disengage the words look like Spanish!
Gone is the poems foundation and theme.
No you're not experiencing an hallucination nor dream.
My morbid creativity pops back into my mind.
The poetry in me flows back inside, totally confined!
I sit and sip my cold iced tea;
And watch the ships go out to sea.
On the patio blooms crowd me,
While I'm lost in sweet memory.
In shafts of sunshine of my mind,
Go dancers of the phantom kind,
For now and then the past rewinds,
Much too precious to leave behind!
Sunset like one golden cherry,
And sea birds fly about carefree,
Salty breezes pass frequently,
And night comes slow and tenderly.
Written on July 15, 2020
For Strand Completely New (10) Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
a time for us
never did find
the clock
was it too fast
or was it to slow
I don’t know
time unwinds
the mistakes
that were made
time rewinds
then replays
small things
large things
words said
words unsaid
words stuck
in the heart
dying
from lack
of light
lack of chance
too late now
the clock
has stopped
never
forever
a time for us
Come with me
Come and see
See the skies
See my eyes
Eyes that squeak
Eyes that speak
Speak with words
Speak without swords
Swords of alliance
Swords with brilliance
Brilliance so bold
Brilliance like gold
Gold in your heart that melts sorrow
Gold often in yellow
Yellow is not cowardice
Yellow is peace
Peace that bends and rewinds
Peace not rends but unwinds
Unwinds depression
Unwinds compression
Compression is not disposed
Compression is being closed
Closed as cigar
Closed as sweet as sugar
Sugar in your lips
Sugar that dips
Dips in every heart
Dips redder than heart
Heart so soft
Heart of loft
Loft of shelter
Loft of welfare
Welfare that breed
Welfare that heed
Heed over head
Heed and lead
Lead to mend
Lead not bend
Bend to bow
Bend and mow
Mow and purge
Mow and surge
Surge in the ocean
Surge of blue ocean
Ocean of the living
Ocean of giving
Giving that propagates
Giving like hot plates
Love in sizzling plates
Life propagates