Best Unwoven Poems
50 Fallen Stars
There's a plague of insanity among us
Is it blind ignorance or just the blatantly ignorant?
A whole new land of despair and those with golden bars shall survive.
Hitler too was a citizen-
Also illicitly placed into power by officials
Did they think they could control the beast?
"History repeats itself," ringing in my ears
War coming in different measures, like none before
The crucifixion will be great, so pray on your decades
Momentous poverty lay upon us at best
The sheer terror that unfolds leaves me with tremors, while the tears that subject my face have the constitution of molten lava.
Debauchery is woven into our once bold- prideful colors that our ancestors
Repeatedly bleed for.
Erroneous is now the clad silken thread
Unwoven- with an apocalyptic surprise.
All I see is red, what happened to the blue and white?
Generations lost
The disadvantage will suffer from a lack of capital!!!
Women back on kitchen tables
Buildings once bubbling with life, the clatter of happy children playing will now crumble like dried stale bread
I'm nausea with fear for our elderly, those that cared for us- now left similar to molded foliage on an abandoned street.
Disabled? Minority? - quenched!
Striving for survival!
WAKE UP!
Take off your rose colored glasses!
Stop falling for the ruse and the propaganda-
Insulting your own intelligence! You already disrespected mine-
I'd rather be fed to a rabid animal then slowly suffocated by a herd of elephants
Are you prepared for sacrifice?
Tearing gold from people's teeth-
So others can lavishly bathe in oil
Retrogressing all that has been fought.
The earth- blood red, from the wounds of the masses
Neanderthals adorning $1,000 suits! Whom you pay homage to as if it's an honor of the divine
Emerge!!!
I sorrowfully hope it's not too late
"Sanskrit"
Tears like pearls of wisdom
crystal diamonds slip salty cool
hour glass down cheeks to lips
purse of gold unzipped
forms exposed vowels and consonants
in the hostage pool
forming ebullient echo words
on moist glowing cupid’s bow
a ripe plumb kissed, then, juicy silence
words tightly bound
all thoughts and unnecessary sounds
cuffed, suspended
tongue licks locked lips
passing key portal bit
softly sparking electric tangent
speaks of sibilant semblance
sensation solitary succulent
seeking sensual sanguine silence
hands between pages
two legs of a chapter, verses read
scent of a journey
puzzles kept as secrets
a treat to be unwoven, deciphered
warm skinned, unknown, token
slippery lover's notes
fingers following the lines
along wet Sanskrit
heart of body
tantric
broached
free
never owned
hot wired
removed
yet responding;
conduit opening
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
"I Like It" / Moby
https://youtu.be/TdXLNHWmurM
http://jayarava.blogspot.com/2013/02/emptiness-for-beginners.html
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_truths_doctrine
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heart_Sutra
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tantra
What to tell our children,
when we’re back from War,
back from Peace too,
from Death itself, -
what shall we tell them:
We looked for Love
but found it nowhere?
Looked for Freedom
but found it in slavery?
Longed for Happiness
but wedded Misfortune?
What shall we tell our children:
That we did not find a God in skies,
Home on the earth;
That our horizons were unwoven,
and we could not save the quiet
of our temples?
What shall we tell our children:
Why we begot you?
To stand upon your infant souls,
like on some stairs,
for crawling up to Heaven,
but still staying covered with Earth,
we the wretched.
Here’s the suffering – your Bethlehem:
Give birth, by yourselves, to a God
that’ll be your peer,
that’ll support more
you the toilers.
ENOUGH WITH YOUR
IRRITATING RUMPUS
PANDEMONIUM GBUDU
GBANG!
ARE YOU THE ONLY ONE HERE?
"I AM MY ME"...AND SO WHAT?
ARE YOU THE FIRST OR THE
LAST,
TO HAVE ACHIEVED THAT
FEAT?
THE ONLY ONE CAPABLE AND
ABLE?
IF YOU CARE....
JOB DIED WHILE APPLE,
FRESH.
OOOOH GBUDU GBANG WHY?
WHEN WILL ALL THIS
COMMOTION STOP?
THE LASS WAS A TODDLER
WHEN YOU ENCOUNTERED
ANAANU
AND STILL HARK BACK
HULLABALOO.
DID WE NOT HAIL YOU WHEN
YOU OUTWITTED THE
OUTWITTER?
WHEN YOU UNWOVEN
ANANSE'S BYZANTINE WEB
AND UNDID HIS MYSTICAL
LOOMS, DID WE NOT PRAISE
YOUR WIT?
SO WHY THE HARK BACK
HULLABALOO?
I TELL YOU,WE ARE NOT TIRED
OF YOUR EXPLOITS
BUT OF THEIR STALE
CELEBRATIONS.
IF ONLY I COULD GET YOU
ENOUGH WATER TO SWALLOW
TO FILL THE NOISY THIRSTY
EMPTINESS OF UR LUMEN
THEN WE COULD HEAR THE
SWALLOW'S CHIRP.
FOR HE TOO I KNOW,HAS A
GREAT STORY TO TELL.
AND WHO KNOWS?
THE FEATHERED FELLOW
MIGHT PUT A FEATHER IN
YOUR CAP.
GBUDU GBANG!!!
I need to find out what it all means,
so I searched for the truth in my dreams,
illusions of a shattered reality, unwoven at its seams.
All of life's cohesion, a plan or just by chance,
the gravity enabling this universal dance,
it all seems to run just like clockwork,
makes me wonder whether it might be Gods work?
So I looked through my minds eye, while I was wearing a monacle,
it really did make this world look..well, rather comical,
the distortions of vision were astronomical!
Atomic particles at a most basic level, I saw God, I fought the Devil!
The smallest atoms you can find, the Higgs Boson and strings that bind,
I even watched as expansion hit rewind!
We're taking leaps out into space, huge accomplishment of the human race,
our solar system we've had a taste, further and deeper, how do you operate?
We'll one day finds Earth's new home, maybe under a giant dome,
or in a galactic ice cream cone? All the stardust that makes my bone.
Northern lights, just a jewel on my throne,
though science says 'it's just ozone'
have your ideas because their your own,
don't allow your mind to be overthrown,
things got hazy, or my mind got lazy,
so I took my rag and I buffed my lens,
it feels like I am bathing in pure cleanse!
Or i'm finally round the bend?
Will my head ever truly mend??
For when your balls knocked over the Wonderwall,
all kinds of delight, short or tall, await those who stumble across that garden,
you'll rub your eyes and pinch your skin, What? Hey? Pardon!
I have a sea view over all eternity, the 1000 you's, the countless me's
Life graces the universe, like a play well rehearsed,
starts with a nurse and ends in a hearse,
after the big rip, it's all in reverse!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Muscularity slowly flexing with a calling permanency,
Permission without clicking that the doorstop’s gone,
Inherent hardiness springs you into moderation,
And the Castle’s protective rock scatters criminalisation bon.
Lighter shade of grey without looking aside,
Whilst the age’s statues beg for what’s in your mind,
Tidier than the rest, clean enough to prove inspection,
Of calamity there is no trace or distant recollection.
Roadways trade the fair, negotiating each time,
Dismissing treason and rejecting isolation’s stare,
Lights welcome you in even when prohibition wins,
Blackbirds dance a chatter about your grins.
Square set, known symmetry furnishes the town,
Derived from that castle rock, cool and the mound,
Your spider web is unwoven by the city’s calming sense,
And then glancing, you leave that web upon the fence.
Rude city by obviation, defences up, guarded centre,
Edinburgh Castle is the statue of liberty, our pride, an adulation,
Even though she signifies fierce battle with the English,
Our heritage is stillness, gritty integrity and tight courage.
To become independent would just be bliss,
And I must kiss this vigorous youth, this promise of prosperity,
First the Close’s, then from your garments on the back roads,
Now it’s time to cruise ablaze through the street lodes.
A new face to trace
Covet then embrace
Beloved thy trance
Diminishing glance
Flirtatious on air
Erroneous flair
Gelid, weary streak
Innovations weak
Heroic on flight
Justly proving right
Losing glossy tone
Keenly you dethrone
Mustering the nerve
Obey and observe
Novelty invades
Promises betrayed
Romantically loose
Questions the abuse
Shine and gloss aloof
Unwoven with proof
Tarnished we believe
Vanished we deceive
Xerox of our life
Wasted upon strife
Zapping
Yesteryear
Your light shines through this wattled heart of mine ...
It seeps through the cracks unwoven in a twine....
And though my soul is filled with thistles and thorns .....
The light you evoke is what my spirit mourns....
But like wilted roses and shattered dreams....
My heart dies in a land of scattered screams....
And at times its you that strings me like a laced up shoe...
And silence the madness with the things you do....
If love had a backbone you would be it....
And if strength had a nickname Ruby would be fit....
Its the thoughts of you why i hold my tongue ....
And abscond from feelings of joy to feeling totally numb....
Because it is you who protects me from the wolves at night....
Vociferous vixens with the intentions of spite....
To me you are more than mere flesh and bone....
You are my goddess i kneel at your throne....
My lion queen my vanilla bean i will always be your man....
143286 no one could ever understand....
As i paint the colors of love in the abattoir of your broken heart....
There's a personified reflection from you cascading to me like a painting in art....
So forever in my heart you will remain....
On a spill canvas more than just a stain
Paperless dolls and run-less runs –
Roller coaster rides and fun-less fun.
Hopscotch and blisters; banana-seat bikes –
Hand games and shout-backs too.
Quiet-less walks at 3:00 in the morn –
Virtual stranger rides with indecency.
Cracker-jacks and white wine spritzers –
Early morning-midnight bizarre.
Hellish targets for our holy aims –
Lipsticks red and perfumes sweet.
Mustard corndogs with licorice malt –
Chocolate mustache with milk beards.
Sunstroke and fallacy whipping tales –
Tongue-tied talk and all the such.
Hair-unwoven nightmares & bobby pins –
Lurid washed-out make-up; oh the horror.
Candy-less sugar pops dressed in green –
Wrappers prettied up in dazzling clash.
Malt whiskey and bourbon please –
Ante up for your hill-less ride.
In this time the cloth is unwoven, the threads laid bare.
Most of the dung removed, cleared, given no fare.
Massive steel plates hold back the uninvited from boarding the train.
Going and coming returning from far, how special the precious Saved Ones are!
Not as many by count, as expected to be, go only the accepted glorified in He.
The One by name Jesus Christ is He, by birth our Savior, God’s only Son.
The rapture has started transformation begun!
“Multitudes Missing” is what is said both of the living and of the dead.
Glory shone at the uniting above as Jesus ascended taking the Throne.
Angels and Saints at the table were there, celebrating the beginning
As promised by some, in the Book it is written the time has come.
To those uninvited still sinning below Tribulation unending they endure
Because death is not given for the unforgiven there is no cure.
Now that The Holy Spirit is gone replaced by the unholy one.
Three and one half years his reign will be before his anointment as
King of the land, then after another one half and three
From his throne he gathers his forces to make his stand.
In Jerusalem, after the Temple’s complete, is the place Armageddon has come.
Many the forces pressing the land foul and dirty sinners are they.
Angels from above sweet music they play, as their swords slash, many they slay.
The rest are all gathered sorted like sheep the wicked on the left and thrown into the deep
Where welcomed by him unholy for sure cured not forever burning in hell.
Be it certain, known for sure, Jesus has returned all hail the King.
For a thousand years he will reign all living forever no sickness or pain.
He is my God the only pure one born of a mortal, Spirit raised, God’s Son.
On the cross our sin debt He paid glory forever so easily gained
Not by good works impossible to do only in accepting as Savior, our Lord, King.
In living and doing such a small little thing why do so many risk certain despair?
Is it that we tangled in our lives, mundane as they are, have little care
For those less willing the truth to be know spread the message they must be shown!
Think now of forever the price they bear become an ambassador in Jesus’ name!
Hot is the pit with its flame burning bright engulfing a loved one what a terrible sight.
The time is at hand the cloth becoming bare; Jesus is the answer show you dare.
Words unspoken reveal an honest thought
becoming a reality never forgotten.
In the depths shall the water be still, untouched
by unwoven memories never recovered.
Sheltered softly by the warmth of creation coolness
comforts the raging beast that escapes wounds that
unruly caused pain of dishonesty.
Lighter, heavens appear before hearts that differ in
the word thought and deed.
Traveling without words unspoken, drifting in peace
with song flowing from within, never-ending, dancing
through heightened journey now appearing with bright
unawareness before a raging sea of untouched emotions.
Words unspoken, clear thoughts taking over words
that lost the thoughts that use to be reality.
Wandering through lands fresh with wonderment words
have no need to be spoken when our world is so complex
only need to follow the heart's deepest desires.
Pass your plate around the universe, accepting what followers
behind your own mindless thoughts, that never was worth
the time to be spoken.
Copyright ? DerenaBree( All Rights Reserved)
Painfully clear
a moment etched in frost
shadow encircled here
as time itself was lost
So frigid these waters
glacial in reflection
memory worn in tatters
beyond hope of resurection
Timid spirits lie
hanging in the mist
languishing under pale sky
refusing to desist
Haunting emotions set in
reminding me of love lost
these tapestries become unwoven
here amidst the chilling frost
About Pain
What is pain, how does it hurt?
Do you know, would you know?
Life begins with pain, for someone else.
Eventually finding its way to everyone else.
Existing in our existence, intertwined,
varyingly guised in its approach.
Bruises to abrasions. lacerations to gashes.
Trauma is just one of its varying fashions.
Love, betrayal, family and friends.
Social deconstruction of personal intimacies,
another chamelic masterdom.
Depression, psychosis, internal stressors
of the mind.
Psychological stability unbalanced by this
cloaked marauder.
Belief, faith, value and dignity.
The fabric of the soul unwoven by this
camouflaged assailant.
This omnipresent, omnipotent, indiscriminate,
superfluous, hunter of happiness.
Waiting, lurking, like a predator in the brush.
Salivating, to devour all aspects of life.
So that even in death, someone else
feels pain.
After the death of...
Deafness the width a charmer the
Light of the shield from a rattler
Imposes a threat to our imagery
After the death of our sense of roaming
To the reincarnation of character
Unwoven...
The skies unfolded
Mist that clouds the air we breathe
within the skies withholding
and myriads folds enfolding
Endeavors reached for
light within forever now’s
quiet stillness accepts anew
truths unwoven through veils unsealing
Breath its essence sheds
through anxious times its fleeting
in pounding waves receding
Evening descends in cooling breeze
day of night illuminates
in forward paths of life we face
the paths that living makes