Best Tear Into Poems
These are the times
I sit and ponder at the beauty of it all,
amazed at the bounty of my blessings
Overburdened with foolish reminiscing
For the time has come for the present...
...life's never ending event
I admire the lovely wetness
of unexpected rain
Walnuts that look like human brains
Trees that sprout out of elk heads
to battle others for honor and for mates
I marvel at the convenience
of the kangaroo's curious pouch
The patience of eagles lying in wait
Chameleons (that rainbow reptilian)
shifting colors at a glance,
occasionally russet (at times van Gogh)
The industry of ants,
single file,
row
by row,
by row,
(not one little rebel)
The diamond skin of a pineapple,
amber juices aburst with sweetness
(and even the librarians in their neatness)
...not one little thing is worthy of omitting
For this bird bath of a planet
is positively brimming
with secrets to behold
Like the fangs of fire foxes
that tear into flesh
(but the story doesn't end there,
lest we forget)
For the pricks of a porcupine
are there to remind you,
regardless of strength or size
In the dark every creature
has the same set
of glowing eyes
The sunniest of marigolds
that brings the promise of summer fun
Just as much as the paper I like to fold
Cranes perched on the windowsill
(longing to fly just like the real ones)
There is magic everywhere you go,
no need to reinvent or fantasize
about some hidden secret or treasure trove
I can see the Pacific in your eyes
The Milky Way in a nautilus shell
(you can see it if you're looking,
you can hear it if you're blind)
Just sit a spell and listen
to the eternal song
of the infinite mind
Or catch a glimpse of April fireflies
(the misfit stars that got left behind)
So keep your gold, Leprechauns
Mermaids of old with your siren songs
serenade some other hapless chap
to the edge of the sea (and never look back)
And Genie of the Lamp, keep the other two,
for here's my first and only wish:
I want the earth, and everything that's in it...
...just as it is
PS. Inspired by the poetry of Suzanne Delaney and Carol Mays in their wonderful book, Poems of Nature, Enchantment and Mystery.
Into this night for my love I went,
for all its splendor and lush wines,
and majestic tapestries that unfold;
velvet sheens, sheets soft with each other...
the world is lost to her heart held near,
and the breath of her curious kisses...
It is this moon silver-rayed I pledge ---
without her I cannot walk this world naked,
raped of who I am ---
but a thing to serve her,
lest I roam this desolate landscape as a prodding ghost;
a great fever of torrid emptiness...
what is this which grips me?
an ancient enemy ---
but my friend it bestows a fearful kiss;
between the twain I cannot choose...
Do I trust to give this heart of mine,
into an untrustful night?
To lay all that I am at her feet? ---
what a fragile flower my heart does sing ---
wondrous things,
though wild I do not know ---
that which I love,
fruitless ---
I am less a thing than love,
but does my heart tell me so?
She ---
the greatest good,
for it is without mine own love,
she does give;
that which none shall fulfill,
I tear into this night,
and its dark ---
fearful of being unafraid,
will it stay my doubt ---
my heart for her to hold?
Into this night for my love I went,
what comes, I do not know,
what prevails in thine song of love for me ---
for you my love I go,
even unto the shadow of things
(I need you so)
what comes I do not know,
Into this night for my love I went...
There is a little sprinkling of love down deep,
a wee twinkling (light) ---
without which we couldn't exist;
like light upon the sleeping cove,
faint in the thick night,
afar yet it (glows),
the bloom from the rose has kissed the momentous
(moment)
Its (body) stem could only pretend to tear into life;
its little vision once as a puddle for a pond,
now the She-Earth has poured her life breath ---
and wept into wild rivers seeking the edges of the world,
the rain forests welcome her flow of lovely;
rainbow waves, and bubbles to bounce
where children play,
whence the nestled nightingale sings his plea
All of life bound beyond the eye, tethered at last to feel,
to see....
what is in front of thee;
the mountain moans, the mountain groans!
the felt whispered winds all Earth within,
the body weens into mind, emotion, things unseen...
What of worlds, and wolds of vast cosmos,
a quasar billions of might of Earth's sun,
yet a soul singular,
more mighty than thy many quasar flight?
The mother defys death to save her babe ---
in it all the world is saved,
one world enough, upon the galaxies bereaved;
one flower to make a universe,
and set it upon its course of so much more....
One from which flows the waterfall,
the tumbling tender truth;
from kind thought ---
your life to have all anew,
a fresh poured cure, to mold
endure....
what God would have of you;
a mighty wave upon the ramparts,
a new love upon the land,
a bloom forthwith,
sing ye, all Kings and Queens of Earth!
***Written in 2015***
Where Man Walks Blindly And Heart Begs Relief
In the gnashing of teeth rests
a curse hurled at infinity
with its smug cannons of false piety
and impudent airs of erosion.
Where that mystical Chalice of Hope
walks upon its three broken legs
seven poison arrows await delivery
unto Dawn's wide and gaping jaws.
As solemn cries quake the dying tree
untouched fruit, begs the ants
see our value, our sorrows
and tear into us, divinely.
From within hurt's final locket
golden relief asks no more
midnight flights of fancy
or delicious dregs of sad sorrows.
From seas of swarming inequities
fly certainty of rectitude
pipes of anxiety
chasms of cavernous solitude
and spasms of deepest regrets.
Where hides oceans of serenity
touch of soft velvety clouds
fertile soils of sweet charity
warmth of dawn's gasping lights
its new greeting hands?
Robert J. Lindley, 5-04-2019
Free verse, ( Thoughts My Muse Once Forbade Me To Ink )
Note: From this following old poem fragment that I recently found
on the back of one of my longer poems, I sat down and decided to write a free verse creation from that ancient time in my life and my memory of my thoughts back then
("As I walk short plank over hollow seas
Begging my feet to race ever faster
Or else jump as if all falling was free
And no more was Fate my truest master!"
RJL,1973 )
Author's Note: Recite the following using the rhythm and melody of "Home, home on the range where the deer and the antelope play." The first verse can be used as the refrain:
His income tax structure is strange
Donald will the needy shortchange
The overly rich
Claim their life is a b-i-t-c-h
For them he’ll find bucks on the range
A clear planet earth never smokes
But Trump’s cohorts grim are the Kochs
Where fossils remain
They'll tear into the plain
Fracking rigs are their dirty jokes
There's fat upon Miss USA
The Donald says queen you shall pay!
"For my regal job"
She did painfully sob
"Is rehab a roll in the hay?"
Like buffalo once were so vast
Our middle class was unsurpassed
Now they are the prey
While republicans play
And deny the climate forecast
Something in this life
Does not accommodate us
Knowing
A purpose beyond mere living
Does not encourage us
To linger long in our inch of life
Above the paltry start of dust
Above the cancerous bleed
Of common pain
And I shall not celebrate this
Nor let go of the string of bliss
Though it slips and slides
And tear into my veins
I know I am better than
The clay
From which our life began
Because of something more
That faith alone can clutch
And hope alone can know
So when others ask
The reason for the ritual task
Of life from day to day
I in a deeper wisdom bask
A confidence
Of one who willing prays
A sense primeval
Of a corrupt upheaval
Veiling my belonging
In the wealth of who I am
For I can feel the fingers still
On the outline of my dust
The knee beside the little hill
Of space, his face bowed upon my crust
The mouth my throbbing lips embrace
The kiss of life upon my breath
The abnegation of void
The vacancy of death
And then to see
To know the first behold
The glory of who I am
The mirror murmuring with gold
The sheep above the lamb
And I will not relinquish
What grace has furnished
For me to see
Beyond the mess and mesh of flesh
Beyond the iniquity of a wretch.
I cry a tear
That only I can see
My past, present and future
It's me
Everything I say
And all that I do
A little hazy at times
My tears I see through
Days I feel lost
And A little confused
But the tears I cry
They get me through
The meaning behind the glass
It’s clear
Looking beyond my past
The fear
I cry a tear into a jar
I seal the lid
And send it far
Glass tears I cry
I can’t deny
Stream of emotions
Before I die
Glass Tears
The Animal In The Cage
Locked in a cage
Steel bars of my own making
The floor lined with the bodies of those who came before
Alongside the bones of those who conspired to harm me
My fingers claw in desperation
Ripping the flesh from the ends
Exposing claws lost eons ago through evolution
My teeth tear into the metal filing my mouth with orange powder
Powder that corrodes my throat making it impossible to talk
Impossible to scream or plead for my life
Alas, the more I try to escape the smaller the cage becomes
Compressing my hopes and dreams
Shrinking any spirit or soul I may have left.
Why would be owner of the cage treat me so?
Men, women and children walk by my cage
Pointing and laughing at the animal trying to escape
They must know the pain I am in
Maybe they can see past the hatred I feel
Maybe they can see the torture it in my eyes
All they have to do is look
Maybe if just one person looked and saw the real me
One bar would fade and I would be released
Maybe I could be human again
If only just one person took the time
The time to see that the animal before them was a man
If just…
He deserves such softness.
Bony hips bruised on the corners of card tables and rough edges
Three different lifetimes worn through his young skin.
Skin bruised beyond its years and demanded tougher every day.
He shall be anointed with the softness of my palms and fingertips
May my lips show him his hunger and thirst is all that matters
The folds and curved edges in my mirror were overfilled in my mind
But it is not my mind that needs cushioning
It is his.
I will be his softness. Whether to lay a tired head upon, or to devour hungrily.
Like a peach, my skin, too, breaks easily, and he may tear into my sweet flesh
But for once, I can see him nourishing himself
And I can be his softness.
Beasts of No Nation
Bearers on rotten Fruit
loaded and lead
Pronounced DeaD
Incandescent Innocence
generations lost to wilderness
gloom bright no more
beast in packs attact
feed in fact ~
a Nations greed adore
though they Howl Growl
tear into structures
communities RoaR louds
The leaders lead The followers follow
bow too ambitions
GrEEd rings hollow
SCREAMs
“GRAB WAT YOU CAN FOOls!!!!”
tools indoctrinated insane
set up like Ducks in a Row
cops 5 Oh PoPo
populous protection down-low
Incandescent Innocence
transcends but blinks out its
luminous
Beasts packs the dimwitted
dark shrouds theirs eyes
with N~ away we are lost
nobody answers
the
calls
the devil rings..............
IT’s
Midnite
sea 2/6/16.
Charles SeaBe Banks·Saturday, February 6, 2016
Some days are good, some days are bad, at least that's the same now that you left,
Everything else about life is different now, normal is so hard to find now but we're all doing our best,
How quickly a smile turns into a thought, and that thought into a tear, and that tear into a sob,
Thinking about what we could have done different doesn't matter, cause forever and ever, you're gone,
Sometimes we laugh, and sometimes smile, and twice since you been gone you weren't even on my mind,
Every damn memory on facebook you were a part of, and if you weren't, you clicked on like,
I don't care anymore, I'm not ashamed, I tell everyone how much I love them, never again will I forget,
Life is so dangerous without you, like walking a tight rope, with no safety net,
On good days, when I'm brave, I like to tell your grandson, stories about you,
He listens closely to every word, and most the time there stories he already knew,
Talking about you with him makes me feel like you're still, just a phone call away,
But pictures and memories are all we have now, I hope you get to listen at night when we pray,
I love you Kim, I love you Kim, I love you Kim, if I say it three times and click my shoes will you come back,
Didn't think so, but until we meet again, I'll tell everyone I love them, because with you, I won't have another chance.
The story started to unfold
Well I fell in love
With your soul
I thought you were gorgeous
But just another person
Another person
That I fell in love with
And figured I'd never be with
Now we're together
My wish came true
I'm with you
All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
All that I'll ever have
And that's you
I need you like I need air
Without you
My life would be bare
My heart would tear
Tear into more pieces
Even more than
What was already gone
You've sown
The pieces back together
With your love
Nothing could ever be above
What you gave me
It's a gift that
I'll always keep
In my pocket
Close to me
Or in my heart
Even closer to me
All I need is you
You forever
I have you now
Hopefully I'll keep you
Forever
You may leave
But not forever
I wouldn't recieve anything
Better than what you've gave
Grey, melting, dry skin
Are you lost?
Bloodthirsty, horrible creature
You are afraid of the reality--
but you know the nightmare you don't live is true
Lifeless, dead eyes
You see nothing but hunger
You're a cry in the lonely night
a dream, never remembered
Wandering, aimlessly
with your menacing, crippled pace
and your intention to cause pain
To tear into the relations of your long, gone feelings
You're just a death threat to the burned, flaming world
Silly, mangled, tired face
with your lurking, stalking, restless gaze
You long for touch, you cry for resurrection
without saying a single, broken word
You greeted death with open arms
the pain you felt when you knew you were gone
But death gives you a slap to the face
laughing a wicked cackle, he's mocking sly mace
A morbid reality
You're trapped in this dying, apocalyptic dimension
a never ending stab in your crisp, grey chest
a feeling of pain, eternal, doomed depression
And it never ends
a spiral of insanity that won't give you rest
Alone, you're all alone now
no one to run you, no one to help
With your paralyzed gait
and your threatening, guilty eyes
they see nothing, nothing at all
A shot through the head
will surely bring you back
you're not alone forever
Soon the nightmare will end
and you'll be gone once again.
Streams of blue fluid
Flows downward
As fragile carcasses decay
Without a peep of a sound
We’re in the brink of disaster…
Who invited such fear and anguish?
Who could lead us to quiet waters?
We bleed…
Polluting the waters below us…
Trickling down the mountain
To our filthy feet…
Cleansing the sin off of our skin
But, it’s tangled from deep within…
The eeriness breaks
The hearts of a thousand strangers
They all fall away powerlessly…
Into the chambers of death
Danger is lurking in every corner…
Pursuing its evil plans
To cut down our hopes…
Growing like crops…
Rising rapidly –
It never stops
Dreams of misfortune still
Rapes our minds,
Plaguing our happiness…
Consuming the darkness…
We’re sprawling on the ground…
We’re crawling like infants…
Veering briskly like serpents…
Who will set our souls free
From suppression?
Who will preserve our hearts?
Don’t prey upon our
Guiltless lives…
We’re in complete agony…
Does He consider
Our prayers
Of support and nourishment?
We scream…
Breaking the repulsive solitude…
Encourage us to keep on
Trekking toward Your light
Where’s Your path?
You rinse off all of the sorrow
Giving us a ecstatic tomorrow
The weeping ceases…
While the corpses
Tear into
Blood-spattered
Pieces…
The faith of a couple of people
Strengthens us…keeps us motivated…
Not captivated…
In misery…
We’re reaping our
Ecstasy…
Leading us to peace and fortune
Keeping us accustomed
To Your purifying spirit…
Keeping us away from
Calamity…
We’re hungry…
Our demise is close at hand…
Closing in on us abruptly
Like an obscure cave…
Rescue us from affliction –
Embracing downhearted clouds…
Those wretched clouds…
Brought us rain when we asked for bread…
Those merciless clouds…
Spewed out scorching fire when we asked for relief…
Remember our supplications…
Appalling lightning’s daring to strike us
Out of cruel vengeance
Out of sheer amusement
Don’t even attempt to weaken us
We’re blossoming in joy…
We’re under cover…
You can’t manipulate us
Like a subtle toy
We’re praying for
Quiet waters
Offer the deceased
A second chance
Don’t disown
Our broken lives
We’re not alone…
We’re just waiting until
The quiet, glistening waters
Gratefully arrives…
Before night falls....
And you tear into my flesh
I gotta say something that's been eating away,
at my chest
The moment our eyes met
I wore the veil of lust
We kept the nights warm with a perfect
mixture of bodily fluid and blood
Love took it's time
When it came it felt like finely filed fingernails
running down my back
I could finally see
And what saw was the most beautiful thing
that would be any mans downfall,
You Succubus
Now rip out my heart before I say these last three words