Best Suspension Poems
I’ll meet you halfway
set fire to both ends
Kiss you in stasis
as our world upends
God it feels so good
when balance transcends
No 5
My teacher, she once gave me a C
The next cycle...she gave me a D
I was young with no class
When I pinched her fine …
But that cycle...she gave me a B
What idiots we are, thinking a hard
day’s work will suffice; the hurt that
is measured in years, unconsciously digs
deeper with every sunrise. “I taught these
guys everything they know.” A voluntary
brain drain, tapped to exhaustion, each
one passing out to a brighter world, only
soon to forget. Basic humanity being squeezed
out, thus giving room only to their unmoralistic
company charter!
These non-productive morons, that holds all
power, hardly able to keep a straight face,
when insincerely apologizing for distributing
that dreaded piece of white paper!
© Harry J Horsman 1989
"Tell me the truth!" the principal asked me.
"I don't have any lies....." I replied.
He took a jar, filled it with water, poured clay soil,
and shook it. The jar was seated on his desk.
He looked at me with inquisitive eyes through the glasses,
as the water in the jar became clearer at the top.
He gave me a suspension letter and asked "What is heavier,
the truth or lie?"
My lips trembled, as the water became clearer......
Soon, he took the jar, and carefully poured the clear water
into another jar.
"Show me your pockets!" he shouted.
Date: 13/02/2017
Frost fall
ice capades
coded
In the deans office,
Where I sit, the smell of tea
Soothes my fever.
My hand on your shoulder;
Your hand on my waist.
We shuffle across the ballroom.
The other dancers swoon by us--
Elegant and graceful
Perfect and in sync.
We struggle to keep some sense of rhythm between us
But I'm two steps ahead of the tune
While you drag your feet.
There is nothing here but we pretend
For the sake of our parents
And for the sake of our children.
But most of all we pretend for our own sake
Because I'm too scared to see the truth.
You'd rather prowl the streets for teenagers
And have me die alone with the cats.
I don't know what I want.
But, when has that ever mattered?
What meaning do you give
To lips moving up and down again?
Torn clothes, a broken nose
Drawing a smile on your face with pen
Different ages, different years
A target for abuse, told to refrain
Inside a system punishing the innocent
For going against the grain
Stalking you into a corridor
Eyes from blue collars are eager
To watch as water is thrown in the face
From a foe weak and meagre
Stealing from the weak
This is how it is perceived
Innocent, yet in suspension
Another persecutor craving attention
Together they form a team on a court
Not to play games but to instil fear
To attack those who cannot stand up for themselves
To those who seek approval, merely a sport
A foundation harnessed at home
Anger authorised by a lack of affection
Take responsibility for your child
And for their perception
And his job kept him from eating his meal.
He had poured his drink and made an appeal.
He hung up the phone,
And slipped where wax shone.
The spouse juggling coke and pizza surreal.
2/24/2018
He tasted the forbidden fruit,
And accepted the tempest into the bows-
Of his soul ~
Submission under the violet sky ~
Amidst the shadows;
Secret desires satisfied,
Ardently drinking of the deep, red wine,
Arousing her with his words in-
A garden where logic carries-
No weight ~
Just...one...time...
Submerged within the sweat beads of-
The hour;
Malignant was her power ~
Lost in her seduction...higher...higher...
Fearing the lines on her hand ~
He was reborn with her music ~
Horse-drawn chariots of fire ~
Embraced by the fervor of the moment ~
Willing to move Heaven and Earth-
Just...one...more...time...
Her absence offered no serenity,
For her fragrance lingered-
Until presence was regained,
Abiding inside her green woods ~
Thunder under passion's-
Sultry blanket...
Venomous ~
Just...one...more...time...
She stealthily slid her delicate hand...
Under...the...bed...
It starts its dance,
shifting and spiralling
and then...
the suspension game.
Absolutely not!!!
Precariously balanced above my bed.
I do not desire the predator
to become my snuggle buddy,
and reach for the DOOM!
It's one thing to hang around,
and create a spectacular web,
it's another to drop...
falling into my bed.
I spray.
Drenching the creature in a toxic blast,
as it scurries back to its place,
now a place of rest.
Caught in its own sticky silk,
it stays.
A roof ornament
for another to curate
at a later date.
Are lingering sighs, while expressing disbelief
Showing some frustration ere welcome relief,
With sincere, rapt attention to what it entails
Carefully absorbing the minutest of details,
Sometimes with the aid of a silk handkerchief.
Then, too, observing the most foolish mischief
Showing itself in a variety of impetuous motif
Sending one off the straight and narrow rails,
Are lingering sighs.
A heavy sigh can denote suspension of belief
Or registering information requiring a debrief,
To assure utmost security from whatever assails
Attention-getting, to be sure, notice never fails,
Quite different from sudden breath-taking grief
Are lingering sighs.
Stupid. Drunk. Speeding. Andrew. 80. Captive adrenaline. Heart racing. Flying by life.
Afraid to move. Andrew sleek-faced infant. Stuck to the wheel. Frozen staring straight ahead.
Untainted flesh still untouched. Running a red light. Striking a tree. Catapulted from safety.
Breaking through glass. Lurching towards asphalt. Bones crushed. Death slides closer.
Thrust it away. One last glimpse. Before the lights all drown. Swallowed by slippery light.
Final forced breaths. I die. Painted. Red. Stupid. Drunk. Speeding. Andrew.
I’ll meet you halfway
set fire to both ends
Kiss you in stasis
as our world upends
God it feels so good
when balance transcends
Separated yes
the crossing’s now ash
Lost due to movement
and one lonely splash
Our love abridged? No
devilishly rash
suspension, water
purple, blue, emerald green
wet feathers glisten.
(January 28, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved