Best Unease Poems
A great unease has come, quite slow to flee.
To some it brings woe twofold. Constantly,
I feel its breath upon me though I pray
to see it gone. Instead, it’s wont to stay -
infecting me with insecurity.
And if it were a thing that we could see,
an albatross I’d guess that it would be -
with feathers changed from white to dingy grey. . .
a great unease.
This fretful thing that smells of misery
has spread its wings and grows relentlessly.
I sensed it in my land the fateful day
twin towers fell and blue sky turned to grey.
Events since spiraled, leaving not just me. . .
a great unease.
Hurts and pains taunt as regrets style,
Urge joy to stay despite quirks vile;
Rupture spreads plain such teasing smiles,
Trust holds sad fray as gloom now piles;
Seek then a way to deal with pain.
Ask cheer to come to purge the gloom,
Note how joy plays upon new gains;
Dare then to sum new fare that blooms.
Pick pieces then with a new poise,
Allow your quest to start clear fest;
Ink where and when your happy choice,
Now look to jest to shape your best;
Start without fear for faith knows hope.
Treat troubles light with lovely face,
Ask happy cheer to echo scope;
Use ample sight to build grand space,
Nurture fine will to achieve more,
Treasure fine feel in inner core.
Leon Enriquez
30 July 2016
Singapore
Unease
You see the illusions
Of the demented mind
Whining like a victum
When he is the perpetrator of the crime
I wonder if they see
How crazy they appear to be
Or do they wander inside their distorted minds
Blaming their own ignorance on others brilliant kinds
Whine whine whine
Why do they
Trumpists and gods poets
Why oh why the deceit and being unkind?
I take my wine with Jesus
St Patrick and the divine
After a few I used the plural
When the devil is but one with no rhyme
With Cork and Kerry
The Celtic poets get merry
Ignoring the ones lacking merriment and rum
Bitterness blaming no talent on others shun
Digging deep into Jewish bones
The ignorant lack the light and must be shown
It’s the way your eyes light up when you see her,
How a smile blooms on your face.
It’s the way you look at her (when you think I’m not looking),
And how she holds your gaze.
It’s the way you talk to her,
How you always sound like you’re high,
And the way you hug her tighter,
When it’s time to say good-bye.
It’s the way you refuse to tell me
Anything that she said,
And the way your eyes look distant
When we’re together later in bed.
It’s the way you take your ring off,
And “forget” to put it back on,
And the way my heart is squeezing,
Knowing you’ll soon be gone.
6/28/12
For Paula’s “Unease” contest
Many things can cause unease:
Heights, the dark, loud noises, fleas;
Crowded places, public speaking,
Rocking chairs that won’t stop squeaking.
Body odor, traffic, roaches;
Birthdays as old age approaches.
Vampire movies, tunnels, rats;
Caves with tons of flying bats.
Spiders, lightning, doctors, death;
Elevators, garlic breath.
Fire, bedbugs, snakes and worms;
Subways, strangers, germs, germs, germs!
Clowns, exams, a first-time date;
Flying, swimming, gaining weight.
Airport scanners, roller coasters;
Bridges, missing children posters.
Each of us becomes obsessed
With what it takes to make us stressed.
What’s strange is that my bugaboo
Most likely will not bother you!
unease
unfamiliar
disruptive crowded rooms
apprehension of the unknown
heightened awareness, chest tight, heart pounding
quick shallow breaths, muscles flexing
nerves alert, thoughts racing
change of routine
unease
TLH © 07-01-2012
Woken up uncombed
Felt a bit unclean
A shirt a bit unbuttoned
Looked a little green
Wanted to unwind
To feel a bit unchained
Ever want to have a night
Of being entertained?
Sensed I was unmasked
A shaking of the knees
Does this not describe for you
The feeling of unease?
A God-fearing, gun-owning American male.
Called a relic, stuck in the past
Needing to evolve, conform to new "realities"
Degraded, blamed for society's ills.
Sometimes it's much, much worse.
Names that pierce, words that burn
Each one leaving unique scars.
Attempts at reconciliation
Or even mutual understanding
Prove futile.
The why's ever-haunting.
There seems no recourse,
Only one viable alternative:
To live life as Jesus lived
And keep every shot in the 10-ring.
Crossroads loom on the horizon.
Fates of souls, families,
Nations
Hang in the balance.
Questions crawl out of the night.
Does an oath taken to defend
A two hundred year old document
Conflict with much older instructions
To submit?
Duty, honor, integrity;
But there are mouths to feed?
Will our country be recognizable in ten years?
Will I?
A God-fearing, gun-toting
Uneasy American.
Unease
Woke up to a morning that did not feel right
Looked over my shoulder to see what was insight
Tried to ignore this feeling of unease
Wanted this day to flow like a breeze
Had errands to run, a long day ahead
Kept my thoughts in focus on good things instead
Then a white dove flew in my sight
Wondered if everything was gonna be alright
Headed back home a black cat appears
Before this day ends, gonna need a few beers
Nothing every happened on that uneasy day
Thank God for this, I must pray!
Often we feel
Things are unglued--
Nothing is real,
And it all seems so strange.
Faces conceal
Moods misconstrued;
Voices reveal
What our words cannot change.
Bare in your sheets
The power shifts
Like god and Mary
Replace your lips
With cruel fantasies
I don’t care to admit
What they mean
This painful unease
Burns right through the skin
Of my knees
When you begin
To want what you see
To share your sin
So proudly with me
when a friend eagerly tosses
a hackneyed joke that you're
sure will puff out in midair;
or when you contrive a laughter
and he knows you know
you're just humoring him;
or when he dishes out more
jokes believing you're asking
for more when you're not;
and when you laugh at his being
so dense, and he laughs at
your thin pretense!
Thousands of drops were suspended outside the glass creating a haze,
Which gave the one that blurred his vision a chance.
It tickled while sliding to his chin,
Giving him the chills of unease,
It left his body aching and wishing
Someone would wipe it of quick.
This time it was okay
If his collar got wet,
Even in a red light
The glass to his left
would leave all
the gazes
away.
Am I in calm?
Or am I in unease?
Never have I felt in peace
More than ever
But with it
The rising waves of anxiety
The collision
Between the tranquility and apprehension
Can’t seem to find my place
Time seems to drip slowly
Into the next day
The drip drips
Irritating my mind
Inner peace inner peace
They say
But how can I
When everything is in imbalance
The scale is tilted
Tilted to the other end
The precious marbles falling
Falling and shattering
To pieces
To pieces
Infinitesimal pieces of shards
Can never turn back into one
But we can create something new
Create something more beautiful
Than ever
A rainbow of scintillating slivers
A fine powder for fairy dust
Who knows
Maybe we can fly
To our Neverlands
Someday
Soon