Best Staid Poems
Popular with so many,
yet I tend to keep to myself.
Can be a difficult person to get along with,
to those without understanding of the
divine drive that I've been blessed with.
I've been implanted with the desire to set
a course toward's my dreams that are predestined
within me... No time to mess around.
Our time is short down here, I do try to remember
to love.
So different than many of the people I regularly
hang around me...
When I run into other folks who are like me, understand
me; these I cannot help but take delight in.
My world was about to get a make over with more
compassion, I became inclined to write about the beauty
and growing heart I have received from our Lord and King,
who continuously restores, rebuilds my heart, renews my mind...
Because apparently my mind was filled with darkness, sometimes rage
because of how uncomfortable it is to try to fit into my earthly skin ...
all the physical changes it goes through as the days of my life
pass from birth to death.. Keeping my mind to stay on Thee Lord to have
my thoughts turn to You the Life Giving Water.
You my Lord put strange works and ways in me; so to the logical
world Your mysterious works, mysterious ways... me who seems
one of those foolish things... this vessel You use to confound the wise...
In staid stillness let us receive
with gratitude, each breath we take,
making mind tranquil like a lake,
negating schemes ego does weave,
for whose demise we need not grieve,
that in quietude we awake,
in staid stillness.
Burden of fear we chose to heave
was evidently a mistake,
which at soonest, we'd best forsake,
compelling ego to take leave,
in staid stillness.
12-October-2022
Rondine
a(R)bbaabR abbaR
@ 8 syllables per line
You're nothing more than a song
or a crude sculpture that i made
I made you into something beautiful
but you're not
I handcrafted this illusion
a pitiful scheme in love
a lie upon a story
covering up a truth I had forgot
I painted you a picture
a gallery of lies and desire
all this art fleshed out in nothing
even their beauty had no chance in your fire
You were my sun shining through the rain
my placebo to fight back the endless pain
You were my Christmas in the coldest Winter
But now I see what I wouldn't remember
It's true that I'm nothing more than a spineless coward
too much heart to feel impowered
So I guess I hid you away
I made you into something not real so you would stay
I hate to ran on my parade
but even now I wish you had staid
Methinks lame excuses poorly explain
absent presence gnosh hoe wing up to
acknowledge our papa's ninetieth orbit
around sun, nor dearly beloved eldest
commencement successfully, modestly,
honestly (applying her smarts) as freshly
minted (sage) University of Pennsylvania
graduate, now where webbed wide world
avails untold opportunities to make positive
accomplishments, this papa never set
similar goals for himself, he languished
leaving untested latent abilities, now glum,
distraught, afflicted with irrevocable jangling
lamentation foregoing, forfeiting, forging
pathetic enactment regarding livingsocial
versus squirreling himself hermetically
sealed never linkedin with training sights
keeping traction upon maximizing native
abilities, thus frequent depressive bouts
find me prone speculating nonexistence,
(i.e. death), yet averse toward aggressive
unconscionable dirty deeds done dirt cheap
expediting end game of Life, cuz day after
week after month... pits me against hand
to mouth monetary woe whereat cost to
maintain, insure, fuel 2019 Hyundai Sonata
takes lion's share of monetary impossible
mission to become financially solvent, and
hashtagged social anxiety deters persevering
gainful employment, where self loathing
regarding predilection with profuse sweaty
hands finds yours truly aggravated enough
to admit disability to enjoy remains of days,
weeks, months... subsumed by penuriousness
diminishes excitement toward any purpose,
plus disgruntled without webbed bliss, nor
does bound by marriage appeal, yet the
missus would be left high and dry, (or low
and wet if she dwelt closer to sea level), this
bleakness especially pronounced as role of
fatherhood no longer viable, enjoyable, applicable
aware how offspring impacted by poor examples
of parents accentuated by appalling housekeeping,
additionally progeny's psyche indelibly defiled,
hi-jacked, scarred with husband and wife devoid
of affection toward each other, and NOT prioritizing
welfare of deaux darling daughters want nothing
more with us, which evokes sentimentality, when
interaction between biological dada and then young
girls generated laughter and utterances regularly
voicing "I love you and mama" came to screeching
halt upon, particularly selfishly expending valuable
time answering and posting personal advertisements
seeking discreet liaisons, and within overheard
half conversation with earshot (even if bedroom
door locked) prurient laced conversations, and
contrived secret rendezvous (most like intuitively
suspected by eldest, she still harbors resentment
towards yours truly countless shortcomings only
vicariously experienced getting invites to fully
functional dynamic, immaculate, roomy Mainline
classmates living envious lives.
Objectionable behavior (mine) as dada also applied
not so prodigal son questioning judgement cast during
salutary estrangement constituting singular male
progeny within family of origin.
Written: August 26, 2023
Pour Your Heart Out Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
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In a world without walls, emotions run wild.
His creativity soars, such a curious child.
Unbound by meter or syllable count,
Words dance freely, without a surmount.
Embracing nakedness in its purest form
Expression flows, unafraid of the norm.
Yanked naked, in virginity embrace,
The binding belt of chastity finds no place.
In meadows, we sleep quiet and serene.
A pristine haven, free of squatter scenes.
No fighting for rights, with sonnet-crafted homes,
Just literature's embrace, where beauty roams.
Straying from the norm, acolytes observe,
As castles are built, the passion they preserve
Orderly expression, poetic masterpieces unfold,
Safeguarded and treasured, stories untold
Metaphors align, in a specific subset,
Pictures become art—a realm you won't forget.
For those unfit to fly in their confines,
Outside the norm, a vast nebula shines.
A growing quill, flowers from seeds sown,
A power of smell, memories to be known.
The brain may elect to ignore the scent.
But settling into a form is what words must represent.
On this journey, there are no rules to be bound,
Just a burning desire to bear words resound.
Strive to harass the page, ignite the fire within,
Tell someone a mystery; let rebirth begin.
Unbound in verse, we embark on a journey,
Beyond confinement, we find sanctuary.
No wall can bridle our emotions.
Our creativity soars with endless notions.
Ventilated, our thoughts freely flow.
Unbound by limits, we let our words grow.
In this realm, there are no restrictions.
Only the freedom to explore our convictions.
With every word, we break free from the chains.
Unleashing our souls, embracing no restraints.
The power of language, a force so profound,
Guiding us on a path where true beauty is found.
mindful eye discerns and so learns
divine love heals, whilst desire burns
all is enabled, in timeless time
silent thunder within, Gods chime
stance erect, waiting for our turn
24-July-2021