Best Shyer Poems
While I gaze in your eyes, cool cerulean blue,
Sifting night, straining stars through morning’s sweet dew,
I can fathom the depths of empyreal skies,
Angels fluttering by, riding wild butterflies
While I gaze in your eyes, changing, aqua-blue greening,
I’m sucked into chasms, cascading, careening,
And yield to enticements which meekly disarm,
Seeping virtuous beauty, sad sensuous charm
While I gaze in your eyes, bleeding fiery blue
Ever tempting with treasures, with pleasures for two,
Being caught at the core of a blazing sapphire
Possessing, enthralling, aflame with desire
While I gaze in your eyes, misty emeralds, deep green,
Veiling laughter and banter, and echoes between,
Then I dream, so it seems, in whatever the place,
Of your scent, of your breath, of your radiant face
While I gaze in your eyes, at times placidly blue,
Near’ as calm as the weirs in the woods all bedewed,
Forty winks relegate to a shimmering lake,
Gently floating on lilies, while waiting to wake
While I gaze in your eyes, caught engulfed in the greens
And consigning my fate unto verdant ravines,
My reactions, at length, become shyer and shyer
Reminiscent of ravens at risk in the briar
While I gaze in your eyes, restless, hesitant blues
Overwhelming sensations with turbulent hues,
I’m succumbing to waves of a storm battered sea,
Being cast like a plank, never meant to be free
While I gaze in your eyes, shadowed, Midnight Lake green
Glowing hazy with dreams, misty thoughts so serene,
Sudden silence befalls me, a fast sinking stone,
Looming lost in your eyes, I am never alone
While I gaze in your eyes, saddened, lachrymal blue,
Spilling trickles of rain, pearls obscuring your view,
I’ll attend to your anguish and feelings morose,
Lightly kissing your tears, touching, holding you close
While I gaze in your eyes, pulsing infinite green
Of the earth and of heaven and all in between,
It is simple to see that my hands can hold all
Of the treasures I find which so humbly enthral
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re bountifully blue,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning is granted to few...
While I gaze in your eyes, when they’re blindingly green,
I’m reminded, love’s lightning cannot be foreseen...
Yet I hope... and I wait...
A wee fellow, sporting an outsize bold-orange chest
The male of the species, ever doing his best
To protect his shyer, pale-chested mate
Back and forth struts Mr. Robin 'cross yard and fence
Twitching and turning, movements taut and tense
A most dutiful look-out, if not so in actual name
~ Noble sentry, setting Madame Robin's heart aflame
All senses alerted, I'm certain you're here
Your hand snakes my waist, confirming the fear
Attempts to fake brave, just making me shyer
Dancing with Daniel is playing with fire.
If I reached up a little,
Close enough to kiss,
The dimple you get where
Your cheek meets your lips
And if you were mine,
I'd lick at the skin,
That concaves to form
Your trademark bumchin
As I reach up to touch,
Just to see how it feels,
You push me away
And run for the hills
So I dance all alone and wait patiently
I know you're not done humiliating me
You are flippant and fickle, I can only aspire
Dancing with Daniel is playing with fire.
Birdman
Bold Dewi Jones would leave his home
first thing every morning,
and trot him down to Towy Wood
just as day was dawning,
and there he filled his Tesco bag,
five pence from any store,
with chickweed celandine and seed
and other weeds galore.
Then he fed them to his finches
to peck at in the cage,
while he ate his Kellog Cornflakes
and read the sporting page.
When Dewi was a kid at school
he hadn’t many toys,
and on the farm out in the sticks
there were no other boys,
so the woods became his playground,
a bird his childhood friend,
and he played a game with finches
he prayed would never end.
Their songs were short machinegun bursts
that echoed through the wood,
and Dewi, in green camouflage,
would stalk like Robin Hood.
A grown-up now, he made a frame
that lay beneath a net,
and then with trails of wild bird seed
a crafty trap he set.
That’s how he caught his lovely birds,
cunning if not clever,
and neighbours came along to praise
Dewi-boys endeavour.
Yet we all Knew that in the wood,
birds sang like heaven’s choir,
while, in the confines of the cage,
finches were much shyer.
Now Dewi’s wife, religious was,
chapel every morning,
in Aberystwyth born and bred,
should have been a warning.
Though pleasant to the roving eye,
pretty as a flower,
like milk upon a summer’s day
she curdled and went sour.
“It’s wings God gave,” his wife would scream,
“so birds can rise and fly;
and nature gave them songs to praise
the wonders of the sky.”
One day while on his morning rounds
bold-Dewi had a stroke.
“An awful thing,” the village said,
“for such a lovely bloke.”
No muscle could the birdman move,
eyelids would not flutter.
The voice that once trilled, “Sosban Fach,”
not a word could utter.
We don’t know why God struck him down,
spite – or was it pleasure?
What e’er the Lord was dishing out,
Dewi got full measure.
Now Dewi’s sitting in a chair,
just staring into space,
and carers who come twice a day,
pour soup into his face.
His wife just up and left him,
no fuss or angry words,
just said, “I hate to see you there,
caged up like your birds.”
Imprisoning textures
and routine lectures
in loneliness,
"your own fault"
"not Other's loss"
blame
shame
dipolar co-arising
Loneliness effacing
cognitive/affective reason
and denying access
to more social future seasons
Including primal memories
of self-appreciation
self-sufficiency
communication resource-fullness,
And yet,
and yet,
Beneath such reasonable busyness,
when I can sustain
opulent MeWe identity,
Even so,
even so,
EgoWe remains curiously distinct,
courageously Not Othered,
curiously not yet Othering
Embracing
peak biosystemic health,
abstractly known integrity
falls short of panentheistic lust
specifically touched
sensory
and sacredly sexual
mystery
Mysterious loneliness sees,
smells,
hears,
tastes,
appreciates
deeply depreciates
absence of fully embodied
love touches
of verbal sound,
of nonverbal skin
hair
fingers
toes
and other shyer shows.
Loneliness knows opulent warm textures
and peak sensory beauty
Effaces more theoretical reasons
win/win
for co-empathic healthy seasons
Of nurturing resonant,
full-embodied resilient,
Self/Other recombinant
transubstantiating
panentheistic full-color wealth,
PolyPathic
PolyPhonic
PolyCultural
PolyVagal
not yet climate loneliness
chronic traumatizing despair
Including multiculturally evolving SelfAppreciation
BioOrganic revolving SelfSufficiency
CoOperative involving resource-fullness.
C this jay aint the only thing on fire, displayed faint plea's lonely things conspire,
I believe in world's where nature is shyer, I bleed in this 1 til evil expires,
im tired, now exhausted from agnostic peers, manifesting
contesting to use their worst fears, to entertain
or contain you, god forbid it be a kid you
re-framed to attain to, due to the
benefit of self progression, still
wary of scary ways they
suppress in, forcing your
mind to remind spirit, "I
understand you're a man
and won't fear it", "but the
frequency of commute is so high
they don't hear it". I was told by the
wise you cant pry third eye's open, I unfold
by surprise easy words that I've spoken, I attract
to exact power peers who have woken, we share the
same care for the weak and the broken, im feeling the yielding
of light in my being, believing is seeing so love is conceding, lonely to
the only misses, who were born into evil and grow into misfits, I consider
the every, the any, and all, I'm prepared forever to catch angels that fall..
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place me on a gentle thought
where i can stand still
about all that is, of worry
plaque me not
oh trickster, of all that is of the unreal
fade into your blissful victory!
of mean, and vigorous deceiving!
let my head be free!
and my heart be not heavy
I said! Be gone!
You dank, and unclean spirit
wilt in the light of day
fade into the darkness
where no mind should be
come shy mental mind
of a even shyer heart
be gentle and sit with me
place your hand in mind (mine)
and i will rock the
for no determination of desire
will i let, keep us apart
for with out you!
there will be no more me
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Determination of the Soul
place me on a gentle thought
where i can stand still
about all that is, of worry
Plague me not
oh trickster, of all that is of the unreal
fade into your blissful victory!
of mean, and vigorous deceiving!
let my head be free!
and my heart be not heavy
I said!
Be gone!
You dank, and unclean spirit
go wilt in the light of day
fade into the darkness
where no mind should be
come shy mental mind
of a even shyer heart
be gentle and sit with me
place your hand in mind (mine)
and i will rock you
for no determination of desire
will i let, keep us apart
for with out you!
there will be no more me
(fixed? 5-3-2017 wed)
The Meewee that lives under my bed,
Has purple skin and an unusually large head.
His eyes are large and green,
And although he looks it, he is not at all mean.
His fingers are boney, and his feet are too,
When he smiles you can see his teeth are all cover in goo.
His skin is like leather; all smooth and tough
And he can eat and eat, but it is never enough.
When he giggles, out comes some fire,
And at those times, he is never shyer.
His voice cracks when he talks,
And he has a definite swagger in the way he walks.
His breath was always so fresh and new
It reminded me of the morning, all covered on dew.
He was cheerful and funny; a joy to be around.
I’d known him for years, but I’d never seen him frown.
He bounced off the walls all day and nigh;
He never slept, and never knew fright.
He is the Meewee that lives under my bed.
I know what you think; that he’s just in my head.
But come into my room, you’ll never see anything bounce higher
Than my little purple Meewee that laughs and spits fire.
And if at night the stars do come
shy in cautious dim
I quickly count them - the night is short
they give me time
if they have such a thing!
But, not the nights I need
The sun makes them shyer still
- brethren so science say
So why turn thy face away
The stars come silent
not in rows for addition ease
nor stay for common courtesy
then go before the sum
The skeptic pontiffs - they don’t know!
Thought they think they supremely skilled
could not conclude the count
because they are mortal still
The tinsel in the sky departs
The fever feigns away
Adoration in ancient glory goes
like some fainting holiday
The figures do confound
I wondered why I care
Those eyes - those static eyes!
When at supreme surprise they caught mine!
Shy my eyes were
What right do I comparing eyes of sky and yours?
A right that I should care is my defence
To count yours is easy day
Two compared to infinity you know!
But easier to add the stars in heaven
Rejection a deadly blow!
So, why on porch in cozy comfort I wave the sun away?
Lazy- lone and reminiscing of the eyes I saw that day
Quieter than tip toe
and if I ask - they come?
I need not send the invitation
They knew I was here
But - how if they cannot see?
Ahh!
That tattling sun!
He left with the early train
He left in the rain
He had left only a letter
He didn't bother to wake her
As she slept like peace, a glow on her face
Bathed in the memories of the pleasure;
the pleasures of the night, memories she can't erase
For she wanted the night to last forever...
She woke up to find no one there
Just a paper, staring from the chair.
She rushed to read, her face colored with smiles
Then it all changed as she read the first eight lines:
"Sorry Stacey, but I had to leave,
Behind the glass I've kept our ring,
And a divorce note, please read it through,
She's expecting my child, this marriage can't continue..."
"Yes I've been seeing her, her name is Shyer,
Since you couldn't bear, I had to try her.
I need a child, you know that more,
Ten years and you could't bear, I'm moving on."
She dried the tears, but in vain she tried
Lost in the confusion of whether or not to cry
And last night?
Was all that a lie?
Within the next few weeks she had died
For she could no longer tell if she was alive
She waited to wake up from this dreadful dream
But each day the pain in her heart reminded her it was all real.
Still not a single word from him
Her hold onto life had grown thin...
Food irritated her
Her smiles had neglected her
She feared to sleep, she feared to stay awake
With swollen eyes and a convulsive head quake
She was alive, yet she had died
She was put to death by those eight lines...
Two more weeks and she sat dazed before the doctor
Lost in shock, as she read the test results.
"Congratulations Stacey; this time you scaled through,
You are pregnant, and more so, with twins...
all the wild in it's wisp and brood.
fly nature in and scented skin.
fell silently her silk new bloom.
back in the arms of the one she calls him.
lay on clouds of pull and press.
arms of brambles twined and beating.
sharing stolen summer breaths.
watching all the world in it's dignity repeating.
shyer eye's would deny this zest.
prying lies would seem much less fleeting.
she senses as he molds her breast.
that her arching spine is for his pleasing.
rancid thoughts of past conquests.
ship's that crashed on shores still freezing.
are repaired bye his hand while she rests.
she will pay him on the night of receiving.
all the time bye it's muted actions.
self respect will show it's hand.
and disband itself from older factions.
and find a newer pleasant land.
rolling tanks will lose their steel.
smelted into natures consistent overgrow.
left as furniture for new lovers to feel.
as hand clasped hearts flail too and throw.
an old movie will play on their reel.
this audience has two,no more.
and if anyone dare to taint or steal.
the hand of romance will turn red with woe.
so shelter no longer your appeal.
let it dance on your flourishing soul.
know that life with love is real.
an old movie that for always will show.
I’m growing old inside my eyes.
Through that lens I cannot disguise.
She saw them today while magnifying.
Tiny cataracts is what she was spying.
Emma the optician must be lying.
I’m growing old within my knees.
When I struggle to rise please don’t tease.
Getting down is fine to light the fire.
Only now I wish the range was higher.
Being watched makes me even shyer.
Im growing old but feeling fine.
Now relaxing I type as I recline.
No more worries with work stress.
Old age really is the best
antidote to being young.
Sometimes it’s even a lot more fun.
At the Planet Gym
embodying my best business
when suddenly I wonder
Why am I here?
repeats
and repeats
in my wandering ear
And what magic
might appear
Isn't that *****?
Not WHY am I here
with these Straight People
because this overpopulated question
may obscure other
quieter
ambidextrously resourceful directions
less shaded by fear
of robust diversity
I suppose
But, what can I hear
about why am I here?
and not over There
on the Other side
What two-sided relationships
would I need
to become fully here today?
and all seasons yet to arrive
in this sacred home of People
Plants
and PlanetEarth
With gratitude,
I suppose...
but, Why am I here
again?
Cannot mean
only those purposes and means
asso-sedated with my home address
and sometimes needy
sometimes hostile
[downright spankin mean]
neighbors
More creature comforts,
certainly
AND we search for sacred meaning
inside
more intimate
Spiritual enlightenment
perhaps shyer,
timid
early childhood Loser-Trauma
Drama messages
win/lose valuable
Vulnerable communications
with imperfect win/win transparent closets
Hiding chronic stress histories
of anxiety
longing for sacred peace,
or even just a secular piece, you know,
now and again
For chronic stress,
anxiety
Longing for peace
or restored ego-resiience,
or at least a restored recliner
Happiness, and a marketable craft
and EarthMother teaching skills
For relearning happiness
in hope,
joy
in anticipation,
gratitude
for opportunities
to co-invest
in always interesting neighbors
In the Planet Gym
mindbodying
our best health business.
(Tweedle Dee & Tweedle Delight)
I used to feel disjointed and frazzled.
Now all my connections are fine.
I have a red headed girl with my coffee,
And a strawberry blond with my wine.
I harbor twin sisters I treat as my guests.
They honor me favors and grant my requests.
It’s not as perverse as the telling suggests.
We work on avoiding estrangement.
I have the outgoing one in the morning,
Her love is spirited and strong,
And make the shyer one mine in the evening.
I take the lead and she follows along.
I shack with twin sisters who service my needs
With purposeful actions and merciful deeds.
They dance for me nude and get down in the weeds.
It’s a mutually helpful arrangement.
THIS SPACE RESERVED FOR
SATIVA & INDICA GREENWEED
The rage inside my broken heart is rising.
The fight I maintain is weak.
Tears fall as I sing.
My music is strong, but I am meak.
I will not give up hope though.
No matter whatt it takes to stay on top, I'll do.
I'll perform and give you the very best show.
My music holds the pieces together like glue.
The sound of my guitar will drive you crazy,
The beat of my drums will make you high,
The pitch of my voice makes your thinking hazy;
Me all together takes you to the sky.
I see that you try to help in the fight;
Together we can beat this
If we give it all our might.
I overcame this with just one kiss.
From the sound of my music
You will be lifted;
All of your thoughts will be shifted.
Just think of this tune as a drug,
Something that will addict you,
Not something that will go away with just one shrug.
A medication that is okay for you to do,
It will take you higher.
My music will lift your spirit,
Make you feel shyer,
And no one can steal it.