Best Splitting Poems
Sometimes my soul
resembles distant horizons,
like burning stars
abandoned between
dusk and dawn.
When the
sky hangs
as heavy as
my hazy heart,
I search for a sign
from heaven
to soothe
the somber sequences
of nature blanketing
mountains of misery,
as the spectrum of
colors is full of deception.
Maybe the universe
illustrates splitting
sunsets within
my murky thoughts,
As I'm oblivious to
the rhythm of
riveting songs of spring.
I sing
tunes of autumn,
orchestrated in
black and white,
grey refrains remain
locked as an encrypted
mystery of winter land,
within
esoteric hieroglyphics
blowing as
tornadoes of hurt.
I am envious of the
sound of comforting rain,
and clouds
carrying chaos-
weeping reveries of angst.
But what if these
translucent tears
and the anxiety I
try to hide,
fall like
mists of
haunting memories,
to follow the moon-glade,
ruffling along
sterling ripples,
unravelling
jasmine compassion
across rivers of
scattered gems,
would I then feel
the light of love,
synchronize
a eucalyptus lullaby
that sketches
amethyst amulets
through
midnight fears,
to embrace these
fragile dandelion wishes,
behind metaphorical
fields of periwinkle flowers.
My dreams are fading,
whilst darkness whirls
in unending circles.
I am barely breathing,
as the silhouette of
a pale sapphire
shatters into a
sea of sadness.
For you have
cast a shadow
upon the sun
within my mind,
and all that's left
in this eclipsed realm
is the petrichor scent
of healing,
amidst
the dying petals
in my balcony,
that mimic flames of
life and betrayals.
Maybe, it is from
the aftermath of storms,
we flourish rainbow
roses soaked
in redolent incense-
roaming through
an opaque canvas of clarity.
visions of you
romantic visions of just us two
can these visions be possibly true
dreams of you
wonderful dreams of just us two
are these dreams really really true
my heart is now black and blue
my heart was once for you
my heart is now broken
in two
T'was Easter morn and she thought it strange and funny,
Her basket contained neither chocolate, eggs nor money,
But there laid in the Easter grass,
To the surprise of the happy lass,
Was a package of batteries signed " Energizer Bunny".
Description of my love's Easter basket this morn, she found in the hay barn.
April 24, 2011
A little dance around Stonehenge
As KCIII plots his revenge
No longer ignored
The King hones his sword
Heads will roll as pseudo friends cringe
KCIII's new horrorscope reads:
"Guess what? Today, William succeeds!
The stars explain
Your drop of reign
You plotted revenge but not deeds!"
As he read from his poetic works
Romance filled her heart
Overcome was she with delight
Until he split an infinitive
(This is just in fun..)
I plan on working on it..
Leo Varadkar: 'I don't agree with the Catholic Church's policy towards women
Speaking in Washington
A bit two faced of him to speak ill of the Catholic church
singling one faith as it was homosexuals whom entered it
causing the scandal disrespecting God in the first place
by abusing young boys maybe if the truth were to be told accurately
and people read between the lines him promoting killing Irish children
what values does his words have to be honest respectful clear
for his personal opinion truly seems to be what he promotes openly
above and beyond calling down names firstly forcing his agendas
down everyone's throat his attitude and lies need to be addressed prompt
as he dehumanises children of all races and sexes
regardless of his high and mighty attitude and policy towards women
when he has none only abortion spitting out of his pride filled mouth
to put it mildly squarely on the cases examined bluntly
LGBT should be held to account as well
on certain facts obtained in relation to all abuses
from victims of abuse in many churches I spoke to in person
over the years I for one am not blindsided
instructing his ignorant view singling out one church
tells me deep down all I need to know about him
I am a catholic caring little about what he disagrees with
this world is awakening to a grave moral deceit against the house of Our Lord
pentangular frequencies of
auditory hallucinations
splitting pieces of a
beautiful mind
the rope turns into a
snake hissing the
priest plants bo-
mbs of sins
in my rigid tissues of ********
they suppress the re-ce-
ptors of dopamine sha-
ky we sleep peacefully
for a short while
splitting the water
from the upper and lower
drinking and bathing
Russell Sivey
Entered into Charles Henderson's "The NO Contest, Contest" contest
3/30/2012
I operate in abundance of extremes,
Flirtish to skittish; kind-hearted to mean
I am a tolerant bigot or a emotional stoic
Yet everyone around me don’t even know it
The tug-o-war of conflicting interests
Both teams in an endless contest
To control my fast twitch reflex
Of my best defence; verbal offence.
Shutting people down from entering my mind
When I see the pity form their beady eyes
I don’t know if it’s pride or loathing
When my tongue cuts words foreboding
the demise and destruction of myself and others
But I move forward for my mother and brothers
And with the numbers of loved ones that every day grows
I need not fret of ever being left alone.
Two rabbits will always make haste
One minute is too long to waste
Each split-second counts
So he quickly mounts
The chaste are chased by the two-faced
plink, plink, water in the sink
sinks slowly into budding suds
torturing the pans and fork tines
who want cascade - show on the road
plink, plop, hands over ears, now stop
but slowly the spatter of drops
like the slow go of a rain storm
keep habitating, repeating
their ear-splitting, liver-bellied
bullying of the spoons and cups
the apron-covered giant turned
off the faucet, threw in the rag,
then the sponge, ew…her hands with gloves
now each piece, that is us, is scrubbed
and ah, true running water-rush
each of us towel dried, put ‘way
from nightmarish brutality
we rest…we rest..until lipstick
lands on the side of grinds in cup
and pan slams onto surface heat
in other words, we get beaten
then comes water in sink, awaken
the bully who sleeps eight hours
look forward to vacation, hers!
She sits by the edge of the sea
Let the sea water inundates the shore and her legs
Cold and brushing
Heart splitting
As they are defrosted tears from the past
Only loneliness remains
Still looking out the sea for a happy return
But love lost in the sea will never be found
Listen
The sea is telling the truth
Up and down, up and down
Flush flush flush
Whatever is gone, is gone forever
When friends share a restaurant meal
Who eats what is not a big deal
For the bill will be split
Though I have to admit
That some awkwardness this could reveal.
A group member might simply declare
He or she finds his portion unfair
‘Cause she ate so much less
That it gives her distress
To contribute a similar share.
It’s a problem one rarely expects
When the dining group often connects
Since there isn’t a doubt
Time will even things out
Or perhaps what they need’s separate checks!
Dear John, "Mind-Splittings" requires a mind, henceforth, you are in no danger.
Your only Fan, Tom Bell
I think I better leave right now
Before I say something stupid
Like only a boy in love would
And if this is our parting shot
Let it not be lost in sentimentality
I am sure you agree
We can drop the formalities
We know each other far to well
To pretend
We do not know each other's foibles
And pressure point's
Otherwise we could overcome
This impasse we fall before
All the while knowing
Sooner or later we will ramp up the rhetoric of abuse
Until 1 of us gives in
And neither of us can remember
Why on earth we shared a bed together
Maybe I loved you to much
To try and patch things up