Best Shake Off Poems
steel clouds once more freeze
bare trees comfort each other
ripped trunk holds it together
the sun shields its eyes
its flames dying in Winter
the core feels the biting chill
it is in my bones
deep set; can’t shake off the wolf
its gray-fur-stare is howling
my hands crisp and crack
tips and knuckles peel like bark
soulless rain drips down the oaks
my knees turn from lies
thinking themselves well in Spring
they limp like twigs before snap
cerise cheeks remind
the otherwise bleak weather
that seasons will change in time
sun will siphon miasma
The deer shake off the headlights
We sat in the car outside the
liquor store peering like deer, our eyes
following Pinky as she went in to
the store for a twelve pack of beer.
Our breathing stops. She's carded. Shucks.
Fake card works. Yes! Pinky time. She
sashays back, with beer and condoms, smiling.
connie pachecho
4/12/17
Note-Kwansaba 7 sentences/lines containing 7 words in each?
I'm a soldier that fought in a mindless war
A love and hate battle at Mount Gilgamor
We lost sight of the love and friendship once shared
A wasteland of wreckage now beyond our repair
It's hard to pull myself out from the under the ash
But life must be lived after love's burning crash
The sun will rise on the morrow's line
But today I must grow from this difficult time
Get up! Get up! Shake off the dust!
Onward dear soldier
Go forward and trust
Though Im tempted to stay and lick my own wounds
I will do what is right and give him his room
I wipe carbon stained tears and rise in acceptance
Determined to win and let go of resentment
If this new chapter is to start off right
I must choose my battles carefully before entering the fight
I polish my armor and head for the gate
The war in this life is to choose love and not hate.
(Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 85)
For Ridwan Kilani Tobiloba
I know no rhythm can shake Your body
But please upon him You are embody
Like peace unto the night before morning
Driving away sleep and forcing yawning
That Ridwan couldn't wait the dawn
To have his day of the year's super fun
I know no one can bribe Your stand
Nor even wishes can grant our demand
But in the true care for today being lovely
Wishes train breaths in joyful heart quantitatively
Bring alive the forgone dreams of his
To light brightly the foes who love to hiss
I know nothing can stop Your set standard
But of our take, senses meandered
Our ways like river flowing to remain unstoppable
Forcing the way to heal the ones so abominable
Which set up within the flash of forgiveness
Trying to lure dews raining in its aloofness
I know no offering can bind our requests
Nor sermons can hospitalize us-- guests
Unless You are in each before pronounced
Then we shall remain new to be bounced
Off and on till bitten by thee our lord
For no reason reasoning can whole word
I know no plead can cancel my punishment
His own too be for only freedom attachment
To issue the divine gifts for today
And lay low the big cross on his way
As planned for celebration and laughter
Let other side distractions flow like water
I know no heart can know his time
Grant him days, months, years to his prime
That define him graciously blessed of age
And not just the barrier to be free inside cage
But of strength, peace and joy reigning on high
And not the fearless prank of suspended tie
Wems Henry Temmy Psalm 85
For Ridwan Kilani Tobiloba
I know no rhythm can shake Your body
But please upon him You are embody
Like peace unto the night before morning
Driving away sleep and forcing yawning
That Ridwan couldn't wait the dawn
To have his day of the year's super fun
I know no one can bribe Your stand
Nor even wishes can grant our demand
But in the true care for today being lovely
Wishes train breaths in joyful heart quantitatively
Bring alive the forgone dreams of his
To light brightly the foes who love to hiss
I know nothing can stop Your set standard
But of our take, senses meandered
Our ways like river flowing to remain unstoppable
Forcing the way to heal the ones so abominable
Which set up within the flash of forgiveness
Trying to lure dews raining in its aloofness
I know no offering can bind our requests
Nor sermons can hospitalize us-- guests
Unless You are in each before pronounced
Then we shall remain new to be bounced
Off and on till bitten by thee our lord
For no reason reasoning can whole word
I know no plead can cancel my punishment
His own too be for only freedom attachment
To issue the divine gifts for today
And lay low the big cross on his way
As planned for celebration and laughter
Let other side distractions flow like water
I know no heart can know his time
Grant him days, months, years to his prime
That define him graciously blessed of age
And not just the barrier to be free inside cage
But of strength, peace and joy reigning on high
And not the fearless prank of suspended tie
In a twilight sculpted from granite, where stars shake off like autumn leaves,
I wander through the labyrinth of my mind, lost among the ruins of thoughts.
My love for life is but a pale flame, flickering against the winds of time,
And writing becomes my armor, gleaming in the dark like a lighthouse in the night.
I write to survive, each word is the blood coursing through my veins,
Each letter a step on an unknown path, each sentence deepening the mystery.
I strive to write well, to avoid the madness of spewing nonsense like a politician,
In a world where masks slip, revealing truths that sink into obscurity.
To the old banality, "Eat or die," I add "Eat and write or die,"
Writing is my act of worship, an altar built of paper and ink.
A veneration for creatures, landscapes, ideas that inspire and uplift me,
To commemorate the dead, to create new women to love, to cherish.
For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, a contemplator of seeking and dreaming;
And who can say that such a nature does not open latent eyes, sensitive
To unimagined worlds, to unforeseen orders of being,
Where souls meet at the edge of the abyss, weaving webs of mystic melancholy.
In this stream of consciousness, I lose myself and find myself anew,
Thoughts flow like subterranean rivers, tumultuous and deep.
Each word a stone cast in water, with ripples widening,
Reaching forgotten shores, where dreams extinguish and revive in silence.
I write to be, to become, to understand,
I write to love, to weep, to laugh,
In a world that unravels and remakes itself,
In a world that breathes through every word born of mystic melancholy.
Shake off stupor of lower mind
This earth life but a test
Let not dream forms contract and bind
Pause a moment to rest
Nothing to fear but fear
God’s here within, so near
Let thoughts of love endear
In joy caper
Shake off stupor
16-January-2022
Quietus