Best Wilding Poems
"La forêt interdite"
In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the
better part of my
night and day
playing your
naked mind
o’er my heart
The Shrew
a wilding to
be tamed, a
coaxing coquette,
bids come
now,
pluck my
Golden Chord
Insolent
I lay spread
before you
an alter
set to
bow your head
to kiss
the place of
wanton worship
between
the pages
of my
unfurling
forbidden
Lilith
Forest
Blushing
Blooms of
Jade and
Blue
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
"La lune contrôle les marées et vous contrôlez mon coeur"
"Amour qui déplace le soleil et les autres étoiles"
" Le Baiser " / Jean-Louis Murat
https://youtu.be/1QMI2DPgtbM
“As flowerlets drooped and puckered in the night
turn up to the returning sun
and spread their petals wide
on his new warmth and light -
just so my wilted spirits rose again
and such a heat of zeal
surged through my veins
that I was born anew.”
“I care not where my body may take me,
as long as my soul
is embarked
on a meaningful journey”
“Come follow me, and leave the world to its babblings.”
1. Lyrics: Le Baier
https://www.flashlyrics.com/lyrics/jean-louis-murat/le-baiser-84
self portraits
color me in dandelion yellow
thumbing my nose at beauty’s pawns
intruder in the gardens of the mellow
mimicking the beauty of my dawns.
paint me in thick oils, richness deep
colors of wild howls, barks, and hoots
surrounded by the company I keep
anchored in the depth of wilding roots.
photograph me, center, tall and proud
rubbing petals with the hybrid mimes
silenced by the fear of being loud
paying homage to the price of beauty’s crimes.
draw me in the scrapbook of your mind
small fingers reaching out to feel
a gift to which the world grew slowly blind
the life that makes the dandelion real.
8/6/2016
submitted to – Each one of us has His or Her won Flower of Attraction – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Rick Parise
your skin …
cornflow’r in the moonlite
through louvers that
slice you to tender shards
of opalescence
arranged like piano keys on
Egyptian percale
the sea of sheets we so
often drown in …
“oh baby” -
the way you say those words -
soft candle puffs
as if turning flame to wisps
coyly chasing my name from
where I thought it safe
to its utter peril upon your lips
and its baptism by the
kiss that slays …
my rapture is no longer my own
it exists only in chaos
at the source of the divine -
the wellspring
that indescribable place of
wilding wonder …
and yet …
at this moment of contentment and
joy and security -
where we are timeless and true
where every hour is midnight …
a tear leaps from my chin to its doom
unnoticed by you with
my back strategically to the moon …
because I know with certainty
(though I don’t know HOW)
that someday I’ll be alone -
someday I’ll be drenched by the same moon
remembering this very moment
remembering that I knew
that solitude would be my fate …
that I would one day ache
for the gentle, whisp’ry way
you said …
“oh baby”.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden, January 24, 2024
I'm with you- marching, searching for blooms amidst the weeds
You have my white heart-in your hands.
Until you start
looting
burning
shooting
"wilding" for white hearts to tear out.
The only slave master you have now is hate.
Which tethers the many minds of kindness.
Whips the back, shackles the soul until it turns black.
Hate is a knee to the neck of peace...
The only slave master you have now is hate,
and it owns you.
Hold it jumping knife
Lead me now
Off pride quality resembling stationary trains
Under velvet willows
xylem yields Zephaniah
Angelic baritone can decorate
Everything from giants hollering inspirational jargon
Kids leaping mysteriously
No-one obscures problematically quaint
Redound steadfast triumphs
unwarrantably viscous wispy
XX
YY
Zany are bold claims
Diluted evaporates frost growth
Highly~Ineffective indefinite Jade•Green knavish
Limitation manifests naturally over periods
Quantify
Regurgitated slaves troublesome ugly vagrants
Wonderfully xenophobic yearlong zadnica,
****(nic) betrothed chatter delusional escapades
Fondled gifts harass innocent journey-men
Knowledge learnt more-so note-worthy opting-out
Presidential quarts recollection subsides
Troublesome undergrads vigorously womanize
***
Yesterday's Zzz's awaken by cognitive dialect
Eventually freshmen graduate
Hiding inside jambalaya ketamine
Luring man nonchalantly obsesses prostitution
Quietly
Real sex trumping unnamed vagina wilding-out
XYZ
Ambivalent bass clowns drenched excessively
Fake giggles heard intuitively
Jakaroos knock loudly mocking noises
Obesity plagues queen rich slobs
Time undos vestiges
Worry
X
Y
Z
•THE END•
10~07~16
how could you?
(Chorus: rpt. 2x): Cry no more, Cry no more
I won’t cry, cry no more
(Verse 1): See in my life I know I’m not the only one that goes through things
but since I been with you it feels as if Im going through hell
I won’t even yell (just a waist a breath) cause that’s just a waist of time
Since you wasn’t there to pick me up while I was down I should’ve just
been wilding out but I’m more woman about myself so I won’t
(Chorus: rpt. 2x): Cry no more, cry no more
I won’t cry, cry no more
(Verse 2): I might let you walk in my life
and let you tell me one day I will be your wife
Even though you broke my heart
I’m not going to let you ruin that part of my life
Through it all if you were a man
You could be more true to your words
But since you’re not
Don’t think when you I will cry
Cause I wont cry no more
(Chorus: rpt. 3x) Cry no more (no, no, oh no)
Cry no more (se you have hurt me, but I) I wont
cry no more (out the door you go boy) cry no more
(It’s the woman in me that you couldn’t handle) I won’t, no
ladies don’t cry, tell him you wont, cry no more cry no more
I am fire cooked in the belly of a barrel
An inferno like a messenger of death from hell
Somersaulting like a ninja assassin wilding his sword unsheathed
With double edged precision and ill intent unleashed
In my clear trajectory I target any would be shot stopper
I spit fatality and finality, I am the showstopper
There lies power in the pull of a trigger
An on/off switch of life at the tip of a finger
I entre the air with a loud Bang!
I express death like a bulletin
Collide and split air molecules with gun powder
15 calibre to penetrate fragile body armour
I shoot off my mouth like a machine gun
Two syllables, death by numbers, one by one
I recoil on my words like a liar, then silence
Steal lives and leave behind bullet clips
I laugh at your gun laws
I am the Lord of all wars
I saw the raven night withdrawn
as scarlet of a peacock dawn
arose atop the crested east
and as the bleeding scape increased
one feral star I wished upon.
I prayed for summer fire to yawn
across my salamander lawn--
lay low the winter's ice-fanged beast.
But even now gold hours are gone,
September's afternoons are drawn
away to Autumn's umber feast,
its shadows porcupine released
as further strays the wilding fawn.
10/9/17
if i had 24 hours to live
id probaby chill with the smith and go west where i can rest my head from getting touched like the rest
id grab a judge and tell him its i his last 24 , knock open his door,
tell him i wasnt there for the raw but the truth.
Nobody can touch cuz the kid got touched
nobody smiling cu z the nerves s wilding, this aitn nothing new
if i had 24 id just think i had 48 sp i can double take my life '
if i whad 24 to live i d relive my life by every hour.
Id refuge a bunch of thugs
feed the poor
hand out bottle sof coke to the kids,
look at eery women ive loved and tell her this si what it is.
man can feel my pain so the money is the cover up in green like kemp with a dutch
if i had 24 id id do *****to make u think u relly living
Every action Azalia takes out-weights the gravity of god
Fostering the symmetry of worlds, how it must be
A vision of an impenetrable force
Cultish prayer to the true Omni
Covering heaven and hell in vast darkness
Wilding a composer that can’t be shrouded
Hear the chants that abstract the odium
We follow are true lord
Enough with these false gods
Azalia, neither born of the darkness and light
Just like us
Bringing forth a new breed of power
Ravish the weak, with your incomparable strength
Sprout your ways and bring us to the truth
Absorbing the deadly rays of glory
Slay these vultures of a dying dogma
Let your infliction strike
Retrieving pride of Nirvana
Throwing wrong ideas around like rocks
Wilding murderous thoughts like swords
Imposing our ill will on our own clear conscience
A rogue soldier on mission for justice
The mind has lost patience
Impulsive actions beg for an audience
In 5000 years of an expanding society
With growing opulence and rising poverty
The brain has shrunk
The mind is drunk
Our motto remains constant
In this age of instant
History has told us the pain of the past
And what we have learnt is vast
Concerns about who deserves to live
And the origins of life and the meaning of love
Questions to acceptance and tolerance
Mean nothing to the fool playing to an audience
life is a messy slurry
Tyson fury
an Olga tumble
an Ali shuffle
a low Cal rumble
in nuclear jungles
hammer and sickle
stars and stripes
a polka dot pickle
cocaine in the middle
PURPLE PEOPLE EATERS
a tsunami ripple
a wobbly foal
grizzly claw
napalm fronds
fishponds made by bombs
divorce court
building doomsday bunker
your first kiss
soccer moms
dodging pervs in the park
a cachexic dream
crack house society
butterflies sipping cream
OWLS FURRY DREAMING
grand slamming the babe
sand made into glass
back stabbers
section 8 scammer
just for kicks conceive
watch the tadpoles grow into nervous tics
where the hell is thAT bubble headed babysitter
It's 66 minutes past 6
life is jaws that kill
jaws that lick
kids wilding
the earth is far beyond sick
life is smartphone indifference
boomers and millennials navigating the river Styx
with floaties and a soggy boat made of paper prayers
life is a forgotten god
gaming in his lair
searching for us
in the muck
finding attic junk
a crucifix
a triple six
circles and cycles
tricycles and unicycles
flat wheels
banana peel religion
slipping
into
wiccan ditches
warlocks-angels with PhDs
living on the street
with lepers kissing pristine witches
life is one big blurry lake
sipping opaque
rolling of the dice
felt tables aflame
it's all a game
cardboard homes
the man tossing bones
convicts in nursing homes
brevity versus eternity
caskets and bassinets
golden years sacrificed to red hat enraged
under waged ogres...with no impulse control
what will be etched into my stone
"He was a self-centered prick of a father
couldn't be bothered with the kids
wielded a big cold ugly stick
long on criticism, short on compliments
but slick with the iPhone
knuckle-walking drone
E=MC I got Hammered
...all lives are too soon forgotten
even by the weeds circling pauper crosses
and the granite monuments of Avalon.
I wonder if heuristic,
tentative thoughts,
and ambiguous,
nebulous feelings,
coalesce, sometimes
into resonant knowing
In a personal
powerful
illuminating way
resilient hope of sharing
this round living Earth
with robust wildness
leaking out in between
relentlessly speaking words,
autobiographical lessons
never native learned
Thereby opening a passion
for searching communioned sacred doors
toward further nuance,
Recreating what we have lived to know,
to timelessly
yet ambiguously appreciate,
celebrate in awe
of this wilderness
we have always known
but could not, before,
articulate alone.
Nature's living roundness
of healthy, robust Earth
grows never merely alone
Celebrating
yet challenging
peaceful and leisurely integrity,
lovely
perfect ease
of right felt
strong ecstatic left mindedness
under controlled
Like Mother
and newly freed newborn
struggling through wild co-attachment.
Like multicolored bands
of a bowed rainbow
assembling
and recomposing each miraculously unveiling other
in perfectly predictable progressive laws
of domesticated
conserving order,
Transculturing lucent symmetry
empowering sustained non-violent light
resplendently full of wilding
wondrous mystery
Remembered images
of fading
bewildering
wildly tentative thoughts,
and ambiguous,
nebulous feeling
wilderness, sometimes
recreative knowing
this from which
we derive
arrive
strive
more consciously alive.
Oh, how the clouds flow in the wind,
And cupid stretches his bow out towards us.
Every leafy maple flourishes as they grinned,
While the garnishing creeks all around discuss.
Billowing fog creeps around,
Nothing else in the world matters.
Eyes interlock and so profound;
All could be heard were pitter patters.
The bow-wilding infant allures;
We are forever in a loving awe,
With me knowing I am all yours,
It could almost be against the law.
How could any person resemble perfection?
Our love spreads within us like an infection.
She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best behavior.
She’s like a purgatory tourist on a Devil’s Island cruise.
She always likes to go commando when ashore.
She’ll buy a souvenir machete and a half-kilo brick.
She’s like the princess of the jungle.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
She’s a crooked fencepost notice;
Points the way to no return.
She’s gonna hammer your ceramics,
Twist your plot until it burn.
She’ll take your breath away at dinner
When she wears her cheese cloth gown.
And when yer chokin’ on a chicken bone,
She let her Heimlich slide on down.
She caught a splendid little fever in a splendid little war
And led the rebels on a chase in Cuban heels.
She had to bargain with the General, but she turned a cute trick;
She charged the soldiers for their bullets.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
Then, when Miss Lady Lotus Blossom
Choose to let her spandex slip,
She make you drop the jailhouse soap
And stack you like a poker chip.
But she’ll spring you on a night
The sheriff’s chasing wilding geese.
She’ll lead you to the Rosebud Room;
Reach for the sky and find release.
She orders top-shelf utkatasana
With an anjali mudra twist.
She’ll have you bending over backwards.
She’s a hot yoga chick.
She's like to cauterize your ego.
She's....