Best Tighten Poems
There are times you have no choice
To infinite unity, the tide comes as determined
You are part of the earth, the sun, the moon, the wind and the rain
I do not care who you are, I drink of the other fountain
Your jaws tighten your smile gets glued
Leeches bite to suck blood on your skin, by their own greed
// Act like a man of flesh and blood
Your card must be played, an ace or a joker
Ace has a higher value and joker is a substitute,
but this is not poker //
An obsession that wins over common sense
The power of judgment disappears a power higher than yourself
Use your energy to get out of the dark abyss
He stamps his brown paper bag and makes his choice
Open a bottle of vodka, alcohol's embrace
26.09.2017
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Poem of the Day; 28.09.2017
Words of Mass Destruction
Words like bullets do not have eyes, as they fly in our hearts and materialize
Deleterious breaths that we soon despise, words written in stone we idealize
Warring weaponed words that paralyze, wounding wandering words terrorize
Torpedo texts thrown to criticize, paranoid punitive parasites will pulverize
Like the Atom bomb, words are strong only use them wisely where they belong
Some create a lullaby or sweet a song, while others use them to do their wrong
Words of deception create no affection only intervene with the inflating infection
Annihilating in their corrupt convention, wary words that bring rigorous rejection
Of the negative neurotic neglect, wording witches and warlocks of their architect
Dehumanized discord of disconnect, vengeful letters lashing will always resurrect
Words can frighten as well as enlighten, some will delight in words that tighten
Words of corruption bring self-destruction, a raging ruction of a serpent seduction.
Nov.20.2017
Judgmental People And Haters
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
STOP RIGHT THERE!!!
NOT SO FAST….
Just where do you think you are going??!!
Do you think you can just walk away!!
You have work to do.
Tighten up that Sonnet
Tidy up those rhymes
Feel the drumbeat of that meter
…the juxtaposed delight
….of sitting back and knowing
…..you finally got it……WRITE.
WIPE THAT SMIRK OFF YOUR FACE!!!
You know you love it.
The torture of the keyboard
words tumbling from the pen
the beginning
the middle
the all elusive end
DON’T GIVE ME THAT OLD SONG AND DANCE!!
Remember those first crumpled
unfinished
discarded
recovered
reworked
polished
failures
DON’T MAKE ME COME OVER THERE!!!
Have you forgotten that first poem??
The one you read to your dog?
in a whispered voice
as his tail wagged
and your voice
brushed his coat
with poetry.
YOU ARE A POET!!
Your words,
like butterfly wings,
gently alter
the currents
of the universe.
John G. Lawless
©7/15/2017
Slammed out Bam
For a moment I will fantasize
Lead him on a trip
Make him realize
this is more than a strip
boy you got to recognize
you have to get a grip
We play a game of spin the bottle
With you my guts slowly drip
Kiss me I (ain't) your average model
over the edge I rip
Look who's playing the sensitive
Take me in your arms
Fold me like a blanket
Kiss me you fool
Spread me like a blanket
Stop teasing, no need to be pleasing
You got it all wrong
turn down that song
Suddenly your taking your time
Are you okay, are you fine
All the motions are sinking in deep
I can feel it
A bowel movement traveling all up inside
Violently pushing "get out of my way!!"
to many butterflies, what can I say
you took to long
Now it feels wrong
Just shake it off
I want my dignity back
I've tighten my muscles
forget about the snack
To late, it already died
Tomorrow neighbor a game of truth or dare
We can enjoy a second ride
Do not come with directions or affections
Or you'll get another rejection
A cold shower my friend
It's time for me to go back to my husband.
S.K.A.T. POETRY
P.S. NOT REAL, IMAGINATION,, IRMA
Cramps creeping and crawling,
an unwelcome reminder.
Why does my body betray
me like an unfaithful secret lover,
chaining me to my bed.
When did my uterus become my enemy,
even the pills offer no sympathy.
As a contradiction of contractions,
crush my organs like sharpened
shards of glass, these strange
territories tighten like heavy torture,
as linings of sore pelvis feel
a tugging pain of shame.
Unable to distract this
typhoon-like monstrosity,
I'm a hostage to
this turbulent intruder.
For those who question body
frames that do not beam,
my frowns are not an option,
they are a veil to the weight
of excruciating fatigue
that feeds the sanity in me.
There's no 'super human' strength
left to curl my fingers into
brass knuckles holding my
burning edges in peace.
Drained by the cries that
crack the surface of my womb,
agitation is expressed
in begrudging outbursts!
Unexpected and unpredictable
pain is a cureless curse,
behaving erratically within
a finely constructed system of tubes.
Once again, I wonder if
this shall be the month that
validates my womanhood.
To whom much is given much is expected, land of the free
For when His Light is reflected then all will be able to see
Yet His Light has gone away, as evil seems to tighten its grip
No longer knowing how to pray, that bitterness worsens with each sip
Praying for all the people in now the latest of these attacks
But as we gather together in the steeple it is our prayer that lacks
God hates the shedding of innocent blood in especially, His Unborn
Still wondering why such the flood of our Holly Father's Righteous Scorn
Calling His Name we beg for mercy, then show none of our own
Murdering Innocence with a decree and sealed with a self-righteous tone
In God there is no difference, for He has created us all
Yet, still being so vociferous about a gunman and his gaul
Will these attacks continue in what seems a quickening pace
I believe that's up to us and the next vote that we will face
With over six million lives at stake in praying to the One above
Don't make the reprehensible mistake of trying to limit God's love
Isaiah 59:7- 8
Their feet run to evil, and they are swift to shed innocent blood; their thoughts are thoughts of iniquity; desolation and destruction are in their highways. The way of peace they do not know, and there is no justice in their paths; they have made their roads crooked; no one who treads on them knows peace
A thought of the past flies condemned by the wind.
No more released than held deep within.
Bringing to surface this pain and this guilt,
And so I must now face this bridge I have built.
Regardless of truth, of fact, or of lie.
Its faith that brings light to an old midnight sky.
Awake or asleep, my conscience still follows.
Behind broken dreams, my future scopes hollow.
In time of redemption, of fear, and of hope.
It is truly my chance to tighten the rope.
Hung like a noose, yet closed like a cell.
My feelings of somber reroute me through hell.
Starting to win, or winning to start.
An uncertain heart starts drifting apart.
Put me to sleep, but don't close my eyes,
for i wish to see my thoughts as they fly.
Dead men tell no tails, or so the winds of
Destiny’s say.
On judgment hill from on high,
Voices do echo downwards, as the
Noose does sway, back and forth, on the
Hangman's tree.
These gallows, of oaken branches, act as tethers,
Shackles, holding the forsaken, souls prisoner.
Ghost phantoms cling, to it's rotten limbs,
That break beneath times endless rampage.
Regrets fallen horsemen, of the old west,
Stand guard, sentinels on horse back,
Wearing a tarnished tin star.
God's law keepers, are branded, sworn,
By their honor, to protect even after death,
The gates of heaven, from this spawn of hell.
Beware evil desperadoes, no mercy will
This the lord's posses show unto you,
For these riders bare a different mark.
A silver cross of justice, given by
The Almighty’s hand himself.
Say thy prayers, all lawless men,
For on this day, does the rope tighten,
Around your neck, there is no reprieve,
No salvation for evils deceit.
Hell bound are thou, the devils breed.
But beware, there is no escape,
From this grave site.
At dawns first light, as it spreads
Across the western horizon.
Know that yee, are one of many spirits
Doomed, to be weaved within the
Tangled limbs, called the hang
Mans tree.
BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN
beneith the phantoms of the deep
a wretched grave yard where love sleeps
all but forgotten loves of time
covered in fiction, rumors and lies
decay did whither their werry bones
and unrest bothered their hearts left alone
suicide and murderous mist
malace and for thought of a poisonous kiss
for each they sailed the sea of love
clear skies and ocean above
below lost vessels that once rode the sea
smothered by waters that pulled down deep
trusting the ship they begged to sail
where calm sea's often become strong gails
and tossed are sailer to and fro
from the bow to down below
suffering what they didn't know
the sea's anger and ability to show
Is there a god to which can be prayed?
where is Poseidon, can he be paid?
for safe passage through the rocks
take from us this state of shock
where every wave would cover thee
and silence prayers and every plea
certian distruction awaits this ship
being torn asunder by natures grip
thunder peels across dark skys
like a truth it is a light
but darkness denies it's pressence still
lightening cannot change the will
where fears would scare, the sailor steals
tighten the ropes secure the sails
love demands the highest price
certian risk and sacrifice
the abyss has claimed a myriad of lives
who's death for love was satisfied
sailing on the sea of love
glimpsing the phantoms from up above
a sad sanity can calm the sea
and then rage takes over and destroys what be
we cannot hide from love what love see's
the bigger the ocean the deeper the sea
the deeper the love the bigger the greif
no matter who or what they be
the ship is the hostage of the sea
you can sink in it's depths or to its shore flee
there is always a risk when you tempt the sea
and there is always a grave waiting for thee
My heart was in such pain
I felt like I was going to go insane
I just don't know what to do
And my eyes full of tears that distort my view
I fell to my knees and felt the urge
My muscle tighten and pin needles struck me like a surge
My body was warm and with feelings so confused
My mind felt sadness had fused
I could not conquer my fears
I just sat down and fell into tears
When some close to you passes on
It felt like a warmth has gone
So I raised my hand towards a box that was empty with no tissue
I first was embarrass and had a little bit of issue
All my friends hugged me and said sorry for your loss
So now I cry in my bed and toss
April 14, 2013
Winged, winking devils dance
on onyx tinted wings entice
burnt appendages so broken inside rib cage
Unable to fly out of this hell hole
a shadow lifted nevermore
a touch as cold as night lures steel cuts
knees buckle, locked down
nowhere to run from
Rusted chains tighten
each new link pierces,
digs deep the heart's flesh
not enough mercy to shred apart
desire kept it beating just
....this must be what love is
bound in arms
blinded souls cannot escape
Tormented visions
a dark cloud silhouette
spinning around the sun
ravished by chaos
an ancient evil curse arises
within shadows suffering
darkness inside embers burning
with hot pain buried inside ashes
Deeply rooted demonic forces spawn
an evil eye turns
evolving in bad deeds
capturing the innocence of the human
sacrifice
one beast of an unclean spirit
possessing love charms of a snake
coils with lust
putting a heart in chains
attacking with wickedness
Fallen angel filled up inside
hate and pride
cunningly from out of the ashes
remains a demonic lapdog
violating innocence
Soul of impurities
a shadow grows darker
in every love that is taken
unpure vessel when the eyes open
to the dawning light
A collaboration by Liam McDaid & Kelly Deschler
Joe The Plumber announced he was runnin' fer Congress the other day!
Congratulations, Joe! You the man! Fer you I shout, "Hooray!"
Tell 'em like it is as you did with Obama - show 'em you won't be outdone!
And, Joe, take yer plumbers' kit - you'll need it to repair the damage done!
Include screwdrivers to tighten the screws on higher taxes and spendin',
And yer biggest wrench to shut off the flow of governmental lendin'!
Take yer solderin' arn so as to solidify warm relationships with yer peers,
And a pipe cutter to cut off zany filibusterin' that is tiresome to yer ears!
You'll need a hundred rolls of duct tape to stem the flow of inane babble,
And gallons of Liquid Plummer to unclog the stalemate of that useless rabble!
A good pipe wrench will come in handy to tighten the discipline in that 'joint',
And a twelve-foot stepladder to rise above that rotten mob to make yer point!
Joe, show 'em what real 'change' is meant to be with a new 'shower' of hope!
Flush political correctness down the john that's gotten us on this slippery slope!
Be sure to take yer roto-rooter and clean the sewer that is Washington, DC!
Use yer most powerful hose to flush the whole mucked-up mess out to sea!
Robert L. Hinshaw,CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Do you remember the first heartbeat,
can you feel the fire echo
upon the wings of your violet velvet intellect
as zero zimmers into the sums of your senses,
a spectrum of semi precious salts
hums to the success of your dramatics
while Destiny demands your rarest diamond,
Time running from Numbers hunting the Future
looks to you for leadership,
Age hesitates in the mirror for your smile,
God becoming intimate in a ubiquitous moment
kisses your hyper mind
a flame looking to warm the world
as love suffering
excites ultra awareness,
when will God realize
that you're not a child chained to eternity
that you're ready for the war whips,
You summon sophistication
on the alter of Youth
by burning primrose promises
atop lavender coals,
Libido listens to the locks of loneliness loosen
your nipples tighten for the truth of temptation
ego moans in flames on a winter wasteland
this is the place where hopes land,
the thick fact of Fate
throbbing against your hot cheek
tells you that self pity will be punished,
a wild snowfall feathers your face,
eyelashes tickled by the purring of a tiger -
J.A.B. 2020
I love when your eyes look into my body,
My body made just for you.
You love my name, my red, my dress,
And my body wants all of you too.
I love when you're grabbing both of my hips,
Tightly with both of your hands.
You dominate and pull me up to your face,
And I obey every single command.
And then that instant, when your warm wet mouth
Envelops my perfect pure nerve.
I explode when all of me goes into all of you,
Filling your entire reserve.
Now, that perfect moment straight after,
You tighten your grip and I choke.
And you gaze back through my empty body,
I'm inside you now, your bottle of coke.
.
Soft flame flutters gently before surrendering to darkness
A wealth of golden glow
Your mind has been captured by dreams, pirates of the imagination
Controlling your activity
One circle of gray light fades through the arch windows
You become spotlight bright
And I study your eyes as they dash
Through never-ever real land
Are you racing, trying to catch the runaway unicorn?
Steady, boy, this is your fantasy; let the legend come to you
Garnish him with a crimson saddle
And canter across hills of sweet poppies
Your yellow-brick road need not bear lions
Unless you wish to be their king
A color-splashed vision
Enhanced by your chestnut mane
And so you roll, and our waterbed rolls wave-like with you
Lions and unicorns dwell not within the sea
So they vanish
Creating a tiny subconscious wrinkle of memory
Your fingers tighten, clinging to your raft
Tossed by the tides and waves
But Pan flutes from the banks’ hanging cliff
The turbulence subsides; you float smoothly o’er open sea
So you mellow your mood and follow your eyes
Up, up, it glares but does not burn
For the sun cannot hurt dreamer’s eyes
Unless you let it
Stare as it slowly sinks to a spectral sunset
That becomes a rainbow because you see it that way
And your raft is now a craft, thirty feet, steel-plated
Sprouting rings of purple smoke and wings of green feathers
Your chariot, my lean and softly-lit friend,
Chases the sun across the sky to find your pot of gold
When the soft flame flutters gently
Before surrendering to darkness