Best Shoot Through Poems
I clasp your hand the moment I realise I will fall alone
You grit your teeth in anger holding me as I dangle there
Your jawline is rock hard, the veins on your head popping out,
You are breathing in and out in desperate fear of losing me
But your lightening, determined eyes shoot through me and say,
"Damn it all!
I love you
I will never let you go"
The mountain's edge falls around me and below us
But I will not look down
Gravity is pissed
With all of my strength I hurl my shoulder upwards so that my other hand clasps your arm
You pull me up to safety and draw me into your fiery embrace
Nothing will take us but each other...
I know this and sob in your arms
I have never fallen so in love with you
In that moment when death was so close
From here, we will rise
Kiss me relentlessly through all destruction,
You have taught me that
Every mountain will fall before us
Thoughts that thrive on scattered dreams
shoot through the mind like laser beams
Hunger echoes a hollow song
Voices merge, intestines long
Lips are dry, and tongues are parched
Memories are pressed and starched
No miming board can take the heat
Hot irons that scorch the hands and feet.
Cold days flow into brackish nights
on borrowed hopes and collared pride
Answers wrapped in braided woes
Crushed, then scattered by angry toes
Worry stalks in cleated shoes
It leaves a track of pallid blue
Just when it seems to reach the rise
It folds then doubles up in size.
I was working for John Arnold fitting out some shower screens.
"Make sure you're wearing armored pants" had me wonder what he means.
Then he handed me an order form; John Booth’s house was my trip.
‘Boothys’ bloody heeler dog snuck up behind and gave a nip.
I screamed out "You flamin’ mongrel!" My tools flew into the air.
‘Boothy’ stood at the door and grinned at my immediate despair.
I quickly lifted up my pants and blood was flowing everywhere.
"I'll ring the hospital” he said - “Now you get on over there".
Sitting in outpatients waiting for a doctor to be free,
a nurse said I could be an hour. That really didn't suit me.
I wandered past the wards and said g'day to those upon their own,
then started yarning with an old bloke who also was alone.
He told me of his troubles, and all the pills he had to take;
on how he had trouble eating. How he yearned for a steak,
'cause now he's old and toothless; only soft foods tasting great,
then uttered "Eat these roasted almonds on this plate."
I gorged on them; they're beautiful, and they had that smoky taste.
He said "Go on and eat the lot, they'll only go to waste"
And so I did; fifty or more, then thanked him and said good-bye.
Walked back to the outpatients where the nurse came to my side.
"Where have you been?" she’s asking me, "The doc’s been calling you.
We thought you must have got impatient and decided to shoot through."
"Oh no" I said, "I’ve been yarning with an old bloke while I wait,
and I ate all his roasted almonds that he offered on a plate."
The nurse looked at me; her face went pale; like in a state of shock.
"You didn't eat them did you?" I said to her "Of course - why not?"
"His 'rellies' bring them weekly; they think he loves their little treat.
The chocolate ‘round them yes he does - those almonds he can't eat."
Ballad of the poet
When the moon kissed the sun, and light spread upon the earth. *hh*
Bright and early,
early bird gets the worm.
With sullen time on stand by.... *DJ*"
Spurns emerald valleys that blur upon my new-found perch *J.M.G*
While all nature wakes from slumber in timeless glory. *E.G*
Morning glory stroked by a ceremonious dandelion... whisper~ *K.D*
Bitter like morning breath.
Rooster crows, two songs, I share a note with him.
My cat rises to the sun of a new day.
Stretches into a c with her tongue curled and tail furled *S.K.*
My coffee offers the sweetest taste after a goodbye kiss.
Clever and warm, I twinkle to the new morning light,
as I step outside, something pierced my heart..
~Wing broken, his bow in tow, arrows strewn,
~No flight for thee, love lost, bent arrows I see," *R.M*
Everything I see, everything I feel around me.
Becomes a new song.
Born of many emotions.
I roll them on a paper without a pen.
BUT! In my mind they speak clearly to me~
Look into My eyes with your heart... and there you will find your soul * R.A.D.*
"I hear an angel calling The beastly being within" *R.S*
A new creation awaits beyond the path of dreams content,
Eros and Cupid both shoot through my heart." *J.H.*
As the arrow's liquid enters my soul... *RON*
Will that winged creature with the bow and arrows stop blinking his eyes?" *R.P*
He has stretched his wings too far this time. *V.B.*
"His arrow of love is strumming my heart with golden grace. *L.M*
A Halo'd smile upon my face. * L.H*
Has suddenly turned to a grimace! *G.S.*
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The gulf oil spill hurts just as much as a bad tooth
Was this truly an accident will we ever learn the truth
As the oil in the gulf continue to spill
With the economy still going downhill
Our pockets will weep as gas prices shoot through the roof
FOR GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
Fair dinkum mate I feel like a Tassie Tiger
And I’m not bullin’ you, and a real galah as well
How come this bloody sheila to such charms succumbs
I’m telling you me heart is racing and I feels like bloody hell
Might as well get stuck on the plonk and not sweat on it
Me life’s not worth a quid, cripes I’m really in a jam
I’m writing nothing but gobbledygook, I’m really up ****creek
Maybe I should kybosh this and shoot through like a Bondi tram
Don’t know if I’m Arthur or Martha and me pins feel bloody weak
She’ll me right mate, me mates all say, he’s got buckley’s chance
So don’t just sit there like a stunned mullet, gal give it a go
Cripes love is in the air, and there are sure no flies on you
So put in the boot, and all bloody caution to the wind blow!
Tassie Tiger – extinct species
Bullin’ – kidding
Galah – an idiot
Sheila – woman
Plonk - cheap wine
Not Sweat on- not wait apprehensively
Quid – 2 dollars
Gobbledygook – nonsense
Up *****creek – in trouble
Kybosh – put a stop
Shoot through like a Bondi tram - make a speedy departure
Arthur or Martha - state of confusion
She’ll be right mate - giving reassurance
Buckley’s chance - no chance at al
Give it a go - tryl
No flies on you – you’re smart
Put in the boot -Drive home the advantage
I saw a dream, the one in color.
That made me wonder if it's real.
I felt desire and felt purpose.
While steering boat made of steel.
.
There was an island on horizon.
And waves were calmly hugging shore.
The Sun was shining, clouds smiling.
And joy pierced air ever more.
.
So unobtrusively inviting
That island called me - "Welcome in".
The Angels sang and fish were jumping.
My heart felt like in ... well, in dream.
.
So, as I paddled little closer
I came to see a tree in sky.
With mighty roots impaling ground,
Thick leaves, ripe fruits and branches high.
.
The quiet voice without tremble
Kept whispering - "man, this is it.
Just look at leaves and fill your pockets.
They are same green as bucks and greed".
.
And suddenly, the Sun was winking,
The fish and crabs became a stew.
The closed doors lost all the lockers.
Unreachable got in foot or two.
.
The life got easier and joyful.
So many friends are rushing in.
The popularity, butt kissing
Shoot through the roof. I'm loved like king.
.
Then I woke up. The fading patches.
The joy inside but pain in heart.
Conflict of animals and Angels.
Feed Soul or Body, that's our fact.
A Soldier’s Prayer
I’m hearing the whispers in the night,
I know what I hear is just not right.
The whispers continue on and on,
Then all of a sudden they are gone.
The battle rages on the other hill,
I lie in my foxhole and feel a chill.
I feel the stillness all around,
Then I feel the rumble of the ground.
The distant noise is coming closer,
Tanks rumble like a dozier.
Overhead a tank passes near,
I toss a grenade at its main gear.
A direct hit that cripples this beast,
All the noise inside has ceased.
I look out above my gun,
My entire company is on the run.
They ran at fast pace toward their goal,
All they left behind was an empty hole.
The direct hit gave the company a chance,
We could now begin our advance.
.
I ask my Lord to guide me this day,
He has never led me astray.
I feel a pain shoot through my leg,
Then I hear an explosion, like a powder keg.
I awaken and look all about,
Then I know there was no doubt.
My prayers were answered, I’m not alone,
God has come and taken me home.
Copyright2008 Lynn B Glover
I got an ultimatum, I can shoot through them or create a diversion,
but either way it's the same, just an unreleased version.
It's never different, one just brings a smile,
I accept the little things, one step is the beginning of a mile.
Never denial, there's no regrets and no looking back,
what happened then is gone, a figment of your imagination, it's the past.
You brought that out, you let me release my inner thoughts,
you brought my chin up, and when I fell you instantly caught.
When it was hot, you were a fan, a resource for fresh air,
when nothing was right, you were the only place where things were fair.
My fairytale, my mansion where there were to many rooms,
where I could take of my shoes, and finally tell the truth.
You're my destination, it doesn't matter how far,
my fabrication, where I can build anything that I want.
I can't replace you, there's nothing more that I need.
You are my garden, and my pen is the seed, you're Only Everything.
Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 27
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Never know who’d be chasing balls fall into holes
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
Stuff the coffin with hot golf balls till it yields
Watch that swing cuff not some angel’s soft turf curls
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Learn to swing the club of all sizes and wields
Too late when on Heaven’s downy udders’ twirls
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
Train that eye to watch how balls shoot through cloud shields
For once on that turf sound of choir psalms rolls
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Swing that club while you can on mad muddy fields
Till muscle bone and nerve combine swing as bowls
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
What particles swing through which magnetic fields
To shape humans who roll (like) golf balls into holes
Pounce not like Tiger on lone backwoods fields
Balls roll back to earth from smooth Elysian fields
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015
Images fade as new ones appear glimpses from my stricken past shoot through my fragile mind and break me down courage and hope is gained my soul begins to come into focus once more then shattered at the slightest thought of previous events. Pain slowly dissipates then courses through my veins once more. when will the morning sun finally end and allow my mind to rest. All my peers see is the painting of myself I have put in front of them for me to hide behind while I find a solution my physical being goes through its daily and regular paces while my mind is in a thousand different places at once every day how to grow how to take those drastic steps into the future and not be pushed back into the past is time truly my only obstacle? Father knows I am impatient Mr. Time why make me suffer anymore abide by his rules I must father time waits, stops, and fast forward's for no one
Nap-Dream
Out of Nap-Dream
colours explode
Purple! Pink! Blue-white-black!
I stumble in and about my abode
(in some other dimension of reality)
and struggle in vain
to pour coffee into mugs
for inter-dimensional visitors.
My brain seizes up
in a sudden spasm of REM sleep...
Waves shoot through mind-realm
as I plunge blindly across
the timeless book shelves
of Nap-Dream.
He arrived with golden wings
And knocked upon my door
I couldn't wait to answer it
So I ran across the floor.
He asked if he could come inside
And spend a little time,
I offered him a cup of tea
But from the tap he poured some wine.
He asked me to come with him
And speak of love so true,
How he shoots his arrows
Into one heart that become two.
"On this special day" he said
A day for lovers' young and old,
Golden arrows shoot through the stars
Into homes around the globe.
"I have an excellent record
And do my work with care,
When my golden arrow strikes one heart
It continues on from there"
When I awoke next morning
On my pillow I did weep,
The most precious moment of my life
Was it a dream? Was I asleep?
I walked into the kitchen
Of my dream I couldn't part,
Then I saw the note that said
I placed a Golden Arrow
Into your lonely heart.
Lynn Barany
The emptiness I fear, is all too real,
Still seeing everything as if I was there,
Burning in my hands, the itch on my face,
Screaming...yet nothing escaping my lips,
Feeling the warm blood as it pushes it's way up,
Bubbling against my teeth.
The paramedics came,
But I was never found,
A part of me was left in that place,
To die beneath the silver moon,
That seems to hover above my resting place.
Death...I was never scared to die,
Only scared of what my life was,
Wishing that death would change my perspective,
Clear me of the doubts that troubled me,
Vanquishing all the spirits that seemed to haunt me.
The bandages were always there,
Constricting me from moving,
Like twisted chains bounding me to this world,
Confining me to an eternal life,
Where the light felt like the fires of a thousand suns,
Roasting me alive.
I believe now that the veil has been lifted,
The days just seem to grow dim,
My heart aches so badly from within my chest,
As I feel the jolts shoot through me,
Knowing this existence must come to an end,
That I'm far too long gone...
I've flat-lined...
What does love really mean?
or is a vision like a dream.
we're traveling down the same road
with different types of endings
why do we always feel alone
until we're almost grown
due to always hide ourselves
from experiencing the ride
from actually letting our feet slide
and taking the fall
and maybe putting a plaque on the wall
for every experience that you have had
good or bad
cause either way we wear them on our sleeve
like a boy scout badge
we all want someone
but can't commit to only one
or at least it seems that way when i turn a page
with people i know at my age
it seems like love is game
with an unsung hero
and people jus mame
and shoot through your heart with a spear though
its almost impossible to find a girl who's 4real though
a women who u can paint on mural
someone who appriciates love at its best
and won't try it like the life span of an insect
maybe love isn't forever
but it isn't a whenever
it what you make it
and its there when your ready to take it
but we jus need to take some time
and possible unwind
and figure out if its love that we all really want
and also if the person we love isn't the one in front
i hope one day that we all appreciate love
i hope that we all experience it when we go to above
because life without love is definitely sour
Thats why im seeing mines in a nice big tower
one last thing b4 the end is near
and that love is nothing to fear
because when it happens everything becomes clear
and you won't help but smile when your in the mirror
because you no how if feels
when you explore something so real.