Best Verbalized Poems
Grinding you in the coal black mortar of my expectations,
I know your substance is not one to powder under impact
And yet I work here, feverish, to prove my trepidations wrong
I grind you, harder against the walls, and you never powder,
You are shards of glass, getting smaller and smaller,
Cutting through the walls, straight into my skin
I cry out in a thousand minuscule pains,
As you enter mercilessly into my bare flesh
Tinkles flair as the wind blows upon the incisions
I sparkle in the night of our plight,
Terrorized by the horrors I have constructed,
Toying with you… you…the finesse tool to my agonies
You gained control of me like a mimed puppet master,
The binds I had tightened upon you asphyxiating my sanctuaries,
Tied along you, and twined around me
Silent, smiling, seething…
You begged me to scream
Your glass shards icing into my pupils, through my brain,
And out into the recesses of all my verbalized fears
I shove the remaining shards into my fleeting sight,
A hawk screeching, being stabbed in the eyes by its own feathers
Expelling blood and tears …matter and might,
All I wanted to do was finally see you…
To take in the scent of my grounded version of you
So long though had I whiffed in the potent poison you always were,
Too long, as it no longer has the same effect my nostrils numb for…
Caught up in the moment of a deep dream,
Myself drifting further than it would seem,
Although unaware of one's own true self,
I leave behind all my worries of health.
As orchestras sound and play in the mind,
Taken away on this journey in time,
While violins and great horns burst out free,
Captured the act of spiritual glee.
Quintessentially verbalized of course,
Within the dream world, there is no remorse,
No regrets, no shame, just a state of bliss,
In this realm, freedom to be as you wish.
You will be amazed at what you will find,
The dream world to me has always been kind.
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(ten syllables per line)
Narrating breaths,
Tell the story of love.
Deep...inhales of desire,
Caress the long exhales of passion.
Warm flesh tales read,
Verbalized by each soft breath.
Paragraphs of Goosebumps,
Traced and translated by the tongue.
The taste of smooth ivory skin,
Satisfies...midnight cravings.
As her ardent veins,
Throb with excitement...beckoning,
The initiation of our nightly chapters.
The branch lays across the brook
blocking the water's flow
Some things in life happen this way
A conflict, a blockage, things to say
So much verbalized, but nothing heard
Trying to help, facing each stubborn word
Bring you in circles, trapped in this place
Where is the welcome, open space?
What makes things backwards, tangled, twisted?
Brewing in what feels double fisted
Bottom line is, it's not worth it, times like these
So, be that branch underneath the trees
Sometimes, silent is the best to be
Listen, care, but let the advice flee
To somewhere else in the water's flow
One of so many lessons to learn, this I know
Heidi Sands
1/20/24
(C)opyright
PLIGHTS FOUGHT TOMORROW KNOWN
WRITTEN FOR DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR. HOLIDAY 2016 (Versified!)
As days transpires, better we focus.
As life transgress, better our voice.
A walk, a talk, a political aspect of religion and righteousness.
Via the Founding Fathers we separated church and state.
Socio-political and socio-religious are the floodgates.
As we remember, tears may drop,
Is it the strength we possess that ruminates us?
We overcame our struggles and we are abreast to our accomplishments.
We are the United States of North America.3
Analysis of our external environment let us know
that we are a strong workforce.
That we are no more separated by the color of our skin.
That our unity is our identity of different nations of human beings.
That our mien is our self-image of economy –
the” big picture” of demeanor.
When we falter, we recoup.
We do not assume we will fall from what others do.
We are the people of our regions that are vast and wide.
We are negotiators of our lives.2
As we celebrate today in our mind-sets,
we know what may overwhelm us.
This could be how far we have come.
Or, it could be how far we will continue to go -
to climb the mountains that we must peak -
to deplete human suffering from the illness we perceive.
That is what is known and all the possibilities.
We have witnessed many tragedies from the
time of formation to present day.
But oh, we can find glory just as well in our beliefs,
creeds, and unity.1
Envois is this discourse.
Pro-activism edifice verbalized.
But to no idiom this loll.
We are all part of the same universe.
Each has his or her role to play.
All are formidable when the goal is stated.
May one be easier than the other?
May we strive to be a part of the same country?
Where we are awe-inspiring but together.
That is on the same page.
Where our lives are the similarity, and the same is our home front.
This is right outside our front door.4
The plight is fought and tomorrow is known!5
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Written January 16, 2016!
On the outskirts
of a line comprised
of two landscapes;
The distinction
is lost on how you've
managed to captivate me.
Afar, my pupils study
you several times over;
succeeded by dry run
thoughts yearning
to be verbalized.
Words escape me
walking on tiptoes,
holding on the possibility
that if heard, they
stumble not to the fore
of inexistence. Due to
clocks power, a measure
of petite conversations formulate
in between. My aroused pupils
correlate with yours...(SIGH) Your
soul accompanied by the brown sand you're comprised of
is indeed...
Exquisite.
Pace, G INK-U-SCRIPT
Subject - Echoes of a silent heart!!
Bottled inside are the wounds never healed
Tears held back, songs without a melody
Words never uttered, thoughts not verbalized
A fire with neither flames nor smoke
Battled against were traumatic and heartrending battles
some won ,some lost
but all the same leaving behind scars
scars which echoed the struggle experienced..
In its silence
my heart yells at the identity crisis going down
A crisis where one has no idea what they are made of or who they really are
Silence is so deep that you hear a terrified voice scared off by the fear of an unknown destiny
From a distance can be heard echoes of a heart saying enough is enough
Yet its just getting started
The silence is so loud that only a deafened ear can hear it all
different ringing tones are assigned to my heart's mobile
today is the rnb joy of having a dear take care of dear me...tomorrow..the soft melancholic slavery- like obligations which are self imposed of course...this heart pulls overdue strings of pain on a guitar... that wch rilly simply echoes a silent heart
Form:
I waited... I surmised
I know I agonized
Of course... I never realized
Springtime was disguised
I pondered... I personalized
I know I criticized
Of course... I never recognized
Spring had improvised
I questioned... I vocalized
I know I dramatized
Of course... I verbalized
Spring had not arrived
I charted... I analyzed
I know I hypothesized
Of course... I never was more surprised
A third Nor'easter materialized
I remember... I fantasized
I know I rationalized
Of course... I never romanticized
That spring would be winterized
April 4, 2018
For Michael Vacek's Spring Monorhyme Contest
Dear Barbara
When a man loves a woman:
He smiles and laughs with her.
He respects her and doesn’t try to direct her.
In years gone by, I am certain that there was an ‘air of control’ about me that was uncomfortable to the object of my affection. I’m sure that my father’s DNA kept rushing to the shores of our relationship until you began to ‘push back’ as you identified the problem. I am still not perfect, but I do suspect that my love for you is expressing itself with a greater respect for and far less
intentions on directing you.
He remembers birthdays, anniversaries, and flowers
He compliments, embraces, and test tastes
He does not criticize, but seeks to edify her.
I am not by definition a perfectionist, but most of my life I lived under a self imposed pressure system far too burdensome. It certainly spilled out on you from time to time, reaching intolerable boiling points. Loving you opened my eyes to the flaw, and is now enabling me to build you up, and not critique you.
He talks to her, but listens more.
He listens, not with ears only, but also with heart.
He hears not only verbalized, but also spirit words
He learns to welcome her challenges. Realizing that both of us are made stronger thereby, I have no need for a yes person catering to my every dream and goal. I’m proud to have someone who questions, quizzes, and challenges me.
He believes in her, upholds and trusts in her
He values her friendship above all others.
He waits for her.
I have been one ever prone to be a slave to the clock. I have tended to pressure myself and everyone in my family to bow to “time”. Though the wheels of inflexibility turn slowly, love for my spouse is forcing me to chill, be patient and relax. I am very aware that time neither pauses, delays, nor stops for anyone, but I’m learning to serve and wait patiently for you.
He is not the answer man, but the ‘stand by your woman man’.
He stands with her against all enemies, foreign and domestic.
To him, she is above all, and second only to their God.
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Poetic flesh transparent to the bone
heart on a sleeve, emotions on display
they find a world that has much to atone.
Verbal skills and persuasiveness to hone,
arguments to champion, minds to sway,
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.
Eliciting bright laughter; anguished moan,
a message of humanity to say
phrases that may find his ears alone.
Humanity can have a heart of stone
much selfishness and cruelty on display
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.
Seeds of homespun sanity to be sown
solutions verbalized in his own way
phrases that may find his ears alone.
Of speakers there are plenty time has shown
and listening's a skill that's gone astray
phrases that may find his ears alone,
poetic flesh transparent to the bone.
On a warm Thursday morning
my mouth leaped off my sleepy face and eluded
my messy apartment.
It went absent for years.
All the “missing” signs with $100 dollar rewards
did not pay off.
So I had to cope with people’s kind aid.
They ate off my food bite by bite,
verbalized what was on my mind,
and smiled instead of me.
It was awful being lipless.
The joys that came with my mouth were suddenly omitted, like:
Leaving smooches on people’s cheeks.
Laughing, (when I wanted to.)
Centering pouts to my foes.
Smiling to strangers.
Until one day, while reading the morning paper
the headlines said that a mouth had been found
lost.
So I went to the center where they said my mouth was
being taken care of.
When I got there I was flabbergasted with
what the Dentist had told me.
“Your mouth needed a leash,
that voiced tongue and
intimidating full set of teeth.
So we plucked out some of its fangs.
Oh, and its Wise teeth too.
You know all the commotion genius could do…”
I frowned.
“And that vindictive tongue! Would
not keep silent. It screamed poems
about licking society-inflicted wounds,
self-righteousness, individuality,
and those crazy things. So we chopped that
off too, until it could no longer sing.”
he spoke with a hiss in his
voice.
“I am proud to say that this is our
greatest work so far.
Maya, you are finally healed.
This mouth was going to get you into a lot of trouble, young lady.
Now, would you like your mouth back?”
I shook my head with disapproval,
gushed into tears and stormed home.
I let my mouth go and set it free.
What use would a speechless mouth
have been to me?
Andrew Cohen: "Evolutionary Enlightenment", p. 98
"The practice of Evolutionary Enlightenment
has two fundamental components
[Left/Right mindbody dipolarity]
that reflect
the two domains of [endosymbiotic] Being
and [ectosymbiotic] Becoming.
In the [Internal Landscape] domain of Being,
the practice is learning to master
the timeless [ego-pro] art and [eco-con] science of meditative
stillness [as win/win ego/ecosystemic balance].
In the [Exterior Landscape] domain of evolutionary Becoming,
the [ecopolitical] practice is defined
by Five [ego/eco as Left/Right bihemispheric] Fundamental Tenets--
1. [Win/Win] Clarity of Intention,
2. The Power of [LeftHemisphere dominant verbalized, focal] Volition
3. [CuriousLeft] Face Everything and [ImpatientRight] Avoid Nothing
4. [Win/Lose DeComposition as] The [Win/Win ReComposition] Process Perspective, and
5. [CoPassion/Pleasure BiCameral] Cosmic Conscience.
For those who aspire to walk this path in earnest,
these [embryonic] tenets must be [co-arising thought/felt] lived at all times,
in all [Earth's spirit-nurture/body-nature] places
under all [YangSung risk with YintegralDance opportunity] circumstances."
Eccentric wish of dubious appeal
Lodged in my core, not verbalized out loud -
Eternal life, strikes like the sweetest deal -
Not after but on earth, forever, now.
In secrecy I’m contemplating at
Such everlasting gift of life to steal,
Struggles and strife, indefinitely, but
Plenty of time to start over and heal.
I’d live to tell the world what lies ahead,
If common sense and wisdom don’t apply,
Spare uncalled sorrow, perhaps less tears shed,
To change the flaws of history I’d try.
I’d warn the world against the futile wars,
Against their evil root of greed and hate,
Men’s mad and lethal games where no one scores -
On behalf of fallen I’d advocate.
To impart vision of what comes, dare thought,
Sweet ignorance knows neither sight nor fears.
As wisdom, not lived through, cannot be taught,
Most likely my pleas would fall on deaf ears.
Choosing the tempt of an eternal bliss
Implies watching loved ones age and depart.
Immortality – a loner’s abyss
A constant burden of a heavy heart.
“Forever young” comes at a heavy cost –
A ship that never ports at homebound quay,
Sailing through generations feeling lost
In waters high and low, anchor aweigh.
Eternity, though not yet tried and true -
To test its pros and cons I’d volunteer -
However joyful laced with dark and drear,
For greater good I certainly would do!
April 21, 2022
The bookstore door
startles open with
a man's hearty hand
and sincere smile
landing upon
this skirted lady,
bashful to be
coddled, but
undoubtedly
wanting it.
Mirrored cheeks widen
like the open door
with hearts extending.
Thanks is verbalized
and humbly
appreciated.
He tilts his top hat
and I am flattered
by the flirt
of uncommon
courtesy.
4-9-2021
aye savor the faire genetic blueprint
extant unique to each of us
with this quite alimentary aire
including (that almighty,
bottom, cushiony, dimpled,
excretory functioning Gluteus Maximus
i.e. the tushy when bare
with subtle difference sans,
both halves at first blush,
but tucks upon closer scrutiny
obvious inexactness crystal clear
as a bell jar, asper each body electric,
whence deserved of en dear
ments despite however much junk in the trunk
behind the private
no trespassing (non verbalized)
signs posted everywhere
off limits only to a select few like this bard
attired as if from the Renaissance Faire
whose unconditional acceptance
unlike the majority hoo gawk and glare
if bipedal hominid dealt
chromosomal traits say with excessive hair
which mane of tangled strands,
could be problematic and interfere
with coaxing, finagling,
or inducing friendship with an initial jeer
from him or her averse
toward such imperfection to boot
huff lawed physical human specimen
such as this ole coot
(who haint really that old),
can upon command execute
a feigned display
and appealing as fresh field picked fruit
at this stage of ma life
donut give a rats ass, nor an owlish hoot
what other may decry about me,
cuz self acceptance doth agree
buzzing with greater confidence, esteem,
and general weaknesses such
as lack of physiognomy incongruent cee,
which asymmetry of this primate feel free
er than his pre/post pubescent
corporeal essence he
near put himself in the hand
of that grim reaper, a key
poor of lifeless beings,
and well nigh got hold da mee
when in the throes up
(vis a vis not bulimia) on Swiss side prithee
and as a solitary mwm gives no re
guard no matter others may find fault
in the stars at my lack of sim mutt tree
gnome hatter judgements made
I accept mice elf warts and all – yippee!