Best Wind Up Poems
Child play. Dawn, as a wind-up toy,
jumping up and down, keen.
A buoyant verdancy of joy -
waking up fresh and green.
Waking up fresh and green.
The ivy…the oaks and weeps.
On the salient morning I lean.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
Wiping tears and sand from ducts.
The ascension of the sun display.
Pink and purple passion constructs.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
I hit my knees, look up and pray.
A humble approach - prism of self
seen through Christ - in Him I stay.
To deep dive today, I entrust myself…
To deep dive today, I entrust myself,
into God’s faithful word. The good news,
sharp and alive, off my bookshelf,
With Christ, my hope, I’ve nothing to lose.
Whatever this day…it is for keeps.
There is one who shapes each cockcrow.
I know my Lord and Savior never sleeps.
His faithfulness - dawn’s enduring glow.
6/1/2023
"The Wind-Up Man, The Patch-Work Girl and The Remaining Time"
What do you do when your heart breaks into a million pieces?
You turn into metal, what’s left of your heart freezes.
What do you do when your world ceases?
You lock the shards of your flimsy trust behind iron walls, you escape battles, Death teases.
What do you do when your bird is caged and it’s will to live rattles, then is smothered by vile whispers and flying monkey cold screaming breezes?
You look for the key that the past swallowed, it’s fallen between the cracks of your mind’s barbed wire nettles and torpid grey hollows, the yard’s a war zone, there it remains buried in the void that is treeless, dead temporoparietal.
What do you do when your heart shatters and Life’s colour drains before your windows, invisible, all that ever mattered?
You look in the mirrors for ways out of the maze puzzle, walking with all the other ghosts there who are lost, shattered, battered and muzzled.
What do you do when you Return to Oz?
You look for the good grace not to draw blood.
What do you do when you are free?
You return to the Ones who loved you once, you just "BE".
What do you do when you look for you?
You open your heart, you learn to be TRUE.
(Lovejoy-Burton/April 2018)
For gvlm/scm
"This above all: to thine own self be true,
And it must follow, as the night the day,
Thou canst not then be false to any man."
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only LIGHT can do that."
"There is no LOVE without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without LOVE".
"Return to Oz", Scissor Sisters
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r5S0NdraxTA
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/scissorsisters/returntooz.html
Realm of humankind wheedled in reset,
Homeland beray, lull to beset,
Scrawling the parchment to a keyset,
Xenophobia in callousness,
Dearth to darn the clout concord.
Orness synergy alliance the terrene.
Berth errand the rassle office,
Commissions detach the hassle orifice...
Pensile the ensile spirits,
Circumscissile recoiled resiliency,
Nuanced tensile expansionism...
Normalise a new normal,
Order the prime heart to bloom,
Taper our united dreg to blossom...
Blight in frights,
Dight the twinight against any affright,
Infinity within.
Stuck in your box of ease
Fear holding you back from being free
Holding to comfort so you'll never fail
But this zone is starting to feel like a prison jail
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Live out your essence its too early to hit the sack
Life of coziness harvests nothing but a lack
So this worlds got a few bumps, but how else will you learn
A new experience awaits your every turn
So throw off the chains of easy
And mix up your routine
This life is all you'll live for
Make it somethin worth a mean
Stop being a wind up, just going through the day
Cause if your living a wind up, where will you wind up anyway
Scars are memories in a new form
Bruises are just knowledge being born
Sure burns may hurt for alittle bit
Chances are though youve learned from it
we are puppets
and
we are paintings of puppets past
historic yet breathing
living but not alive
we are dancing upon your no mans land
and we are spinning to the melody of the tears our mothers shed
upon the same
no mans land
history is a wind up doll
history repeats itself
like the hiss of a broken music box
the sound
the clamour is silent
but the white noise that rises from the ashes of our mothers cry is
deafening
past is prologue
our tongues are tied
chained to the rhythm of
breaking through but not breaking free
our hearts are sinking in the trenches of yesterday
our minds are reaching for the scraps of tomorrow
and we are still
spinning
but we are spinning into focus
our smiles are wilting
our eyes are gathering dust
our war paint is fading
our war is over
because we were never really at war with you, puppeteer
because you too are a puppet
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many puppets
of many
Between each limping breath
the sky pulsates blanched green searing,
each day inspired by gray blight, each day
the firmament harbors dense, blazing energy,
a circus troupe of skyward lungs hacking up
the essential thoughts of Winter.
Heads of hail gloriously divebomb now,
heads the very size
of goners.
This Age shall never sleep
till Sleep pulls us away.
No more dimples—no more passion.
This Age slipped in
an omnipresent thief
borne on each fiery eve,
born from the millstones that grieve.
Come view the dutiful, effervescent Fall—
in every other hall lies rubble that dissolves.
I wander wind-swept beyond the strewn city of my youth,
seeking out Reap to strangle the inevitable
with hands still quoting the past.
I should rather not live in a world
fragmented so;
I should rather not live
as a forgotten man; cold.
I am not the last man, yet
I am the last who has known real men and women.
I live out harmony's sinister sighs and channel Winter
through perma-shocked icicle hair.
I see the last black swan looking back
just before the vanishing point:
wings rent,
bill bent,
gashes dried beneath the eyes
in the shape of what only you
may realize.
Water is a wish
for irony to pass.
Clarity's ghost gong freshens my grave.
I know that you are dead, dear A.,
the swarm had graced your life.
And here in verse, my love's insane,
immortal until Night.
Though the past for me is nearly lost,
one scene shall ne'er so blindly frost:
when locusts entered into all eyes:
scorpion puppets,
wind-up toys in the sky.
Oh! How can I forget your face
The tenderness, of your embrace
Your precious smile your gentle kiss
These things, I know, I’ll always miss
The way you’d squeeze and hold me tight
And making love all through the night
The way you’d talk the whole day long
Or sing that sad old country song
The times we had, and we had some
But sadly now the time has come
For this will be our final parting
All because you can’t stop farting
Here I am
a wind-up doll
Now almost run down
Wondering why
I was so wound up
Something in the world
~ I'd found
Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you
Took me fifty-seven years,
To wind up in this joint,
I still wonder sometimes,
Just what was the point?
Seems to me I was smarter
At twelve years old,
Or so it seems,
Cause that's what I'm often told...
I think the idea is crazy,
I'm smarter than ever,
Just look at my work,
Okay, I'm a tad lazy,
But under it all, I'm
still pretty clever...
So, who needs money?
Who needs friends?
Who needs a car?
I guess it all depends...
I'm quite satisfied,
To sleep 20 hours a day,
That's my greatest talent,
Or so some do say...
But now I've got,
My Poetry-Soup friends,
To drive up a wall,
And then make amends,
I'm frivolous,I'm frisky,
And sometimes too so,
If I drink too much whiskey,
So I bide you adieu,
Though I don't know
what that means,
I'll act like I do,
So it appears that it seems
I'm smart as a whip,
And quick with the tongue,
Just hope I don't slip,
On the ladder of B.S.'s
slippery rungs.
Why I cant control myself about the matter of you ?
Are there an unpredictable version in your hand
Or the sea of love beneath in your eyes
And your image had an unbelievable heart peace
Whether had or not I lost my sense upon you
My routines are for your offerings and views are full of you
I will put all my fears and failures in Your hands
you reassured me when the doubts screamed in my head
I listen to the sound and your presence all around
I enjoy with you days and night
Nobody can able to fill the void in my mind
There is lot of love to spare cannot seen
Without your breath I cannot live
My soul is repaired with true love
Finally I realized alone in the sunset.
Tiny dancer
upon the air
flits and flaps
buzzing slaps
of wings against
a light breeze.
A wind-up toy,
a filling station
for nature’s nectar
a buzzing
fluttering
mechanism of
delightful
elation,
is
a
hummingbird.
Something has you really dazed
You seem lost and kind of phased
Confused, hurt and really blue
Tell me what happened to you
What made you feel like this
Taking away all your bliss
Leaving you in a weird place
There's a look upon your face
That is new--your eyes are blank
It's like somebody took a crank
Winding you up--letting go
Watching your emotions flow
From a wound up shattered heart
That has been bruised by a shot
Of despair and heartache
Leaving you to bend and break
By a person that can hold
The master key--turning you cold
From the frigidness of steel
Stuck in your back as you feel
A twirl of emptiness and loss
Take that key out--try to toss
The memories in your mind
Hallucinations will not wind
You up if you find
It is just all from a time
Of a bad and upset past
Shake it out it will not last
Reality will soon shine through
Happiness heading back to you