Best Webs Poems
You find them in early morning
You bless them with the setting sun--
jewel drops on spider's web.
At night, star webs spray light like sun,
sun of a far off world, sun life
spinning a travel foray
that we sip like water,
that we drink like dream food.
Sheri Fresonke Harper
Fingertips and spider webs
Walking neath the canopy
Dusk collects the view
Underforest tapestries
Shelter me and you
Shadows long and framed in red
Crimson wishes flow
Beams of light this filtered scene
Nature comes to show
Dancing open in the trees
Invisible to touch
Lost again, yet ever real
Felt within so much
Beckon, sun of setting dreams
Contours fade the haze
Promises in violet cast
Spoken twilight gaze
Fingertips and spider webs
Darkness sings the skies
Footprints come a weary path
Midnight whispered sighs
Affections rustle sleeping leaves
Breaths of calming wind
Till the dawn returns the day
And we begin again
Good night Soupers
See you again next Tuesday
Happy New Year to everyone!
Spinning Webs And Sad Gray
Spinning webs hold my life in place
gems waiting from flames yet to be lit
Why would set sail to another shore?
When this one, rocks as it slowly moans
Morn's new frost never touches my toes
nor dawn's beaming rays fail to inspire
Car wreck yesterday by our home
roadside two bodies, lifeless there lay
I wondered will school be different Monday?
Now that death has touched my soul
Last year father died, and my tears I withheld
not manly to show such a display
Lessons learned at home and at life
Death, death has the final say!
R.J. Lindley
1970
Old Note. Winter's bitter cold tells me I am still alive..
New Note - First poem in my oldest surviving private journal.
I thought today may be a good day to post it , as it was written in June, one year after my father's death in 1969..
Third Note- Funny how it doesn't even rhyme...
outside the webs of reality
in mind, we weave
interdimensional idiosyncrasies
illusions of grandeur
held taught
freshly filtered
in a clear blue sky
I drown in your ointment
pressed upon my forehead
of knowledge
bathing naked
a scented candle of lust
edging past the boundaries
into your labyrinth
carrying paradise
becoming free inside the breeze
a ballet of more than just a mirror
we disappear into one another
green meets blue
refreshed and anew
palms bow
I pin you to the wall
in adulation
the cross about to fall
Oh, what tangled webs we’re willing to weave,
When from our good senses we take leave,
Ignoring the Higher power.
With reckless abandon and lavish expenses,
We drink bitter dregs sin’s cup dispenses,
For sensual pleasures of the hour.
We pay for the pleasures we pursue,
For a measure of mirth, exciting and new.
“Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we die!”
Why believe a lie from history cast
Depriving us of life with future vast;
Weaving tangled webs, empty and dry?
Christ is the answer. Give Him a try.
Oh what a tangled web we weave,
when first we practice to deceive.—Sir Walter Scott
He sits through eons observing whirling
galaxies in spangled drops dangled from webs
rocked by wind, plucked like instruments
whose music only he can hear; webs walked
by a furred arachnid, angle-legged, which moves
from thread to thread as though on stilts.
Fascinated by a spectrum split from sunlight
by a bead of dew, he intercepts the colored
bands with extended fingers of one fat hand
and gurgles his delight, exhibiting a still
toothless smile. His brain a sponge to soak
up all knowledge the universe contains,
this salivating son of simian evolution
pulls the silvery web he watches
from between the wall and faucet,
destroying in a moment
what centuries produced.
Of Silent Webs and Freedom Bells
In the watery silk web
of slippery deceit,
the inked widow sits poised
upon her throne’s seat.
Fresh from their cocoons,
the innocent plows the air
unaware of the netted fate
that awaits them there.
The laughing wind plays tic-tack-toe
with the two foes,
chillingly unconcerned
as to how the situation goes.
In the end, by law, nature
will be the deciding one;
choosing the loser as well
as the creature who has won.
Strange how man apes
this phenomenon of nature;
as if he was the controlling force
and world shaker;
selecting and culling
his inked man-cubs one by one;
caught in the bloody silk web
of the chosen some.
But the gavel of justice
is unweaving the deceit that men bare;
and echoes of cracked liberty bells
are bellowing everywhere.
Should we write in form to make a shape
Or let our minds run free, associate?
Such tangled webs within the mind are draped
Oh, to run as free as antelopes
But from sharp tigers noone will escape
Can we control , disarm within a shape?
Love’s enacted falsely , making rape
Inside our hearts shall we recover hope?
Such tangled webs the curtained mind creates
Round the marbled minds we half dazed traipse
Wherever we go hunting, we’re too late
Can we control our fear within a shape?
Collapsing faith cracks , can we concentrate
Or from the deal , do we dissociate?
Such tangled webs of mind make ripe our hate
Now sex compels but will can’t procreate
Can kindness smile and friendship instigate?
Should we write in form when we love shape?
Our mingled maps of mind might mangle fate
She weaves a web of magic
when she stops to talk to me.
Soft threads so fair,
of angel hair create reality.
My heart becomes entangled
in her sincere and lovely eyes.
A pretty face, angelic grace,
the look of feigned surprise.
Sweet lyrics bound within soft sounds
expressed in metered tone,
Relieves the call of thunder
from my troubles, yet unknown.
I cannot ever break that spell.
I wouldn't let bright spirits pall.
I let each wisp of heavens grip
entwine me in her magic thrall.
The touch of velvet on my cheek
as we hug and say adieu.
Her soulful look into my heart
that tells me love is true.
written ©06.20.2016
From one, she has heard a thousand words
but it is a familiar situation repeating the thousandth time.
Her stability is much more than a bird at hand
but a fantasy turned reality and hope giving the expected results.
Another then gives her ten reasons to detach
but unfortunately are ten more steps down his chances.
More desperation from these masculine minds
make them blind to run their honey-coated lips
without giving heed to the signs of her sealed consent.
I have a man, I’m hooked and I love him so much
are phrases bouncing back from the rocky ears
of these attempt makers so determined.
Her resistance fights their persistence yet their hopes lose no weight
the codes of their tricks, she easily decipher
but lands her into the puzzle of more tricks.
Marriage has sealed the deal, the abstract gate has been locked
yet willing watchmen still come around
with the excuse, a lady bonded by such a contract
is the exact want of their devastating appetite.
Saying why don't you just put a bullit in my
Brain and set me free you fool worshiping these
Want to be gods fallen from the lost in times stars ?
Make my wussy wet while I think of thee PG 13...
You bomb bearing hitches; attached to your millstone
Speakers snitches running to their golden bird atop
The flower of power; wilting upon the pond
A lily whom couldn't swim; so they attacked Isreal
Amid their last gasp confrontation ? A culmination while
Heaven laughed and Angels smiled at babies continuum in disarray..
Searching for dominence while bouncing within their blood drenched cribs.
Tangled webs,
My soul hurts,
I think I’d rather never have loved, than loved & lost instead,
See, I’m depressed,
I walk through Central Station giving pennies to the ‘Walking Dead’,
I know that time flies,
Like that toy plane we built up & let fly from the high rise,
Mean guys are just the average,
Prepared to savagely damage anything remotely romantic,
I didn’t think I was one… You disagreed,
The break up was a long one… I doubt that you’ll be missing me,
Tangled Webs,
My soul hurts,
Sometimes I wish I’d never have loved, than loved & lost instead,
Secrets & lies,
I tried to stop the demise, of what began when I saw you cry,
Now that’s all there seems to be,
Raised voices or petty squabbles, just sitting in front of the TV,
No drink or drug binging,
Hanging out in clubs hinging, on drunk women
Ambition & passion has been,
Missing & lacking,
But the vision of you packing up your bags is distracting,
Tangled webs,
My soul hurts,
Mum’s wrong, I wish I’d never have loved than loved & lost instead,
See, green grass grows & weeds die,
You go from strength to strength; I’m straight from lie to lie,
I try to cry,
Can’t execute the liquid from my ducts I think I’m dead inside,
Our wires criss-crossed,
People look and say his loss, but this was,
A Tangled web with only one fly that gets caught,
So swallow me up & immerse me in guilt,
It’s worse to have lost love ‘cos you know how heartbreak felt...
Free Verse Rhyme
O tangle webs began to weave
At once when Eve began to leave
Her Adam heart of sacred start
From the heart of his male Love expelled
The meld of soul and mind the male's fe-male
Since then in earth things have not gone well
Cause of mind’s whim sacred light began to dim
The counterfeit mother sought the fig leaf cover
As Adam followed close behind and sought another
O the serpent mind began it’s whine
As strife began to climb it’s twisted vine
Like a mistletoe of sorts, unholy start
O but fields be white with specks of light
The scattered cotton of First Begotten
Though the golden hue be very few
Flesh shall pass on but flowers are gathered
Out of the twisted vines where they be tethered
Twist and turn O vines of wrath writing your own epitaph
`Tis by words of life souls remove themselves from strife
O but the city of lights shall be in spite of night
A better state as hate abates with it’s gates
As the inner weave of words in rhyme
Shall resist the bitter twist of time
Being not of the twist of carnal mind
Embittered souls make you your peace
For love has provided heaven’s yeast
Accept life by Love’s new lease
From Love your own lease
Go in bitterness or peace
`Tis by your own choice... you shall release!
12-6-09 johnmosesfreeman
Let me sleep, let me take a few winks
I apologize but silence bores me while people ignore me
I might as well be dust in the wind to them
or a ghost in a shell
can you hear my ghostly yell
can't you tell that I'm haunted, a little distraught and
are you able to see straight through me
These webs that spin, cocooning me
as well as the world
disturbs me
I struggle to find my purpose
is it really worth it
This is a messed up place
why should I bother to find where I land
this is a place I cannot stand
And it seems I'm made of glass
I break easy
I check the mirror constantly
just to see if I'm human
to see if my skin isn't porcelain
or maybe a cyborg in disguise
Maybe I just need to fall asleep for awhile
and hopefully convert these inaudible questions
into a solved puzzle
so I can live, so I can learn
So let me close my eyes, sleep for awhile
and untangle these webs to unwind
these long lines of compromise
Yesterday was a taste of me
I brought my dry wit
and false confidence
Thought they'd enjoy the play time
Re-caged too hastily
and today, it depresses me
A reminder I am bound
A reprobate with a trapeeze
I bail, I panic, I recapture
Your safety net spun with a spiders ease
Uncertain of my exemption
A reminder I am required
Craved evasion from exclusion
Wanted to be more than your nothing
and you cry at me again
I resent that.
You never came when I wanted to play
Isolated you shall remain