Bindings Poems | Examples

Visiting a Mansion

When visiting a mansion
That’s become a restoration,
It’s cool to see a property
That’s way above your station.

The verdant lawns with giant trees,
The gardens all in bloom,
The stained glass in the windows 
Of each river-facing room…

The made-to-order furniture,
The statues and the art,
The butler’s pantry where the fancy
Dinners get their start…

The books in leather bindings
Lined up neatly on the shelves,
The lamps and fixtures next to chairs
Where folks relaxed themselves.

It’s fun to fantasize about
The life styles of the rich.
I wonder, though, how they would fare
In my house, for a switch.

Blue Bindings Aloft

I no longer trust the vows of marriage
For years, Vikings have built mystical Runes.
We once soared forth in golden carriages.
Now every dawn returns our dreamy tunes.

A faery, I remain in vibrant flight.
A mystic born with Stardust and Cosmos.
My flight dreams transcend the mind's starry night
To realms where big truths and visions arise.

Handfasted once beneath the ancient Oak
Amid unwinding breaths of whispered wind,
Now freed to ride the cosmic tides evoked,
Ascending where the Celestials began.

No human heart knows where I am flying
With defiant fantasies unflinching.

Poets:Those Enlightened by God

              7/27/2025


Daddy, I wish you’d return from your heavenly home.
And, I’d  be your little girl, in brown braids, once again!
I thought by now, I knew it all, but such is not the case!
It seems with the world, I am trying to keep a fast pace.

You did teach me to love God first, and for His love, I never do thist.
Nor to chase empty prizes from my fellow man!
For all wins come from His softest hands.
Never from cold, intellectual, mental , sands

Thank you, God, for all genuine, poetic, loving friends
Keep us, kind, true, with honesty , that forgives, that mends.
To help us create a world of humane understandings,
Not a cruel world, dismissve of theolological bindings!

Behold! God has a Sense of Humor!

“Ah! Ah!” cried Mr. Shaw, a museum man of science in 1799,
as he carefully unwrapped a specimen from New South Wales.
It was Labeled: "It's a weird one; Caught in a creek; Dug from a burrow with egg nest!"
Mr. Shaw’s heart thumped with suspicion of a prank or fraud, as he noted what he saw:
It had the webbed feet, a rubbery bill, and the eggs of a duck.
It had a wide flat beaver's tail and coarse thick brown fur. 
It had two snake-like fangs, on its hind legs, and small piggy eyes.
It suckled its young with milk, but no nipples were found.
Mr. Shaw looked hard, but found no traces of stitches, glue or bindings.
How can this be? How can this be real? How utterly bizarre?
"Ah! Ah! I know!" God, the creator, has a wicked sense of humor!
Behold! The duck-billed, flat-footed - Platypus!

Dusty Box of Memories

“Within a room, all wrapped in a comforter of cobwebs and dust, a vacuum full of memories.”  Quote by _Poet

Her grandmother's attic she walks into,
Full of cobwebs, dust, and boxes in her view.
Excited of the treasures that have been stored.
Her imagination wanders as she went toward.
Thrilling look, to unexpected findings.
Valuables amid dusty boxes bindings.

Forgotten belongings, waiting to be discovered.
Nostalgic memories what laid inside to be recovered.

She sits in front of a cardboard box with layers of dust.
The word, pictures, written on the side, open she must.
A photo of an old 1939 coupe, grandma
In grandpas embrace, looking at each other in awe.
Another of gramps holding my dad's small hands
As he takes his first steps, watching or his fans.

A spirit of memories that have been lost for years.
Old family photos and love letters brought tears.

No matter, no different

It's all about to come to fruition
 to seath up and boil over in volume and commission 
The intention of the off hand is to present the will of the common 
driving down to the bottom with no cause to empty the plenty free you see.
I cast no spell to either side tho I hide behind honorable walls ready to peak around the side and utter my righteous mantra.
I might just have fun with the sincerity of others who are afraid of what they are told to be afraid of.
With love so right it's wrong to know when "no" means more to you than to them requiem this intent to stint the stench sent by the unrepentant to persistent intent.
I bask in the glory filled fortified facts that we stack high abroad to attack when everyone is watching. 
Desencly watching with no way of knowing where you're going.
If they're told to hate do they know when to cease?
To release all bindings and so called findings of convenient facts
That stack on there mind so high they can't see over their own failure 
To see that their freedom has been redefined for their confinement.

Two Floors High

The books, two floors high,
levitating toward my upper limbs.
Not costly. Worth every penny.
Spread out by the tablefuls.
Grateful for this claustrophobic,
pyrophobic atmosphere.
Pages fingered, on bindings linger -
what’s the subject…who’s the author?
Snatch up before the next in line. Don’t
get left behind. At the end of the line with bags, boxes,
wagons, carts, kids. Hand full of dollars spent
sans burns, scars; no heart attacks.
Smiles upon smiles find
their way back to the packed parking lot.
At home, a lovely spread of books.

Lets just be together

The opposite of addiction is connection
Riptide provides a strong direction

Gathering us up and bringing us along with a pull so strong

It took us a long time to get here
both of us a bit worse for the wear

and now that we are near we won't ever let go

We were always each others

The bond we made was strong
and we could never go wrong 
The bindings now sprinkled with wisdom and experience

The love delightful and delirium
Why did we wait so long we ask?
Because neither of us could risk what we had for what might be

And now we can't risk what we have 

The pull to strong
the day to long
and we both need, want and desire the other freely

Lets just be together

Lets just be together  Susan Speaking to Alan (C) 8/29/2023 Susan Manley

Loves Reluctant Farewell

In the tempest of our love, I stood my ground,
Embracing the whirlwind, the chaos unbound.
Through the agony, the tears that drowned,
I clung to you, in love profound.
I cherished you with a fervent flame,
In the heart's crucible, I staked my claim.
In a cosmic dance, fate spun a new thread,
To remix our saga, where possibilities spread.
You unlocked my chains when my courage wavered, deceptive bindings that left me unsure. If faced with the choice of you or my final sigh, in life's ultimate test I'd choose you….thank you.

Odyssey

she shuffles in tattered slippers
held by elastic bands
securing them to her feet
bindings taken for granted

her thoughts settled into routine
to cross the dining room floor
to her table
lunch still matters to those buzzed by fog
dessert still stirs the blood to move

dysfunctional in age
she could go off in any direction at any time
like a heart monitor jittery, at the cusp of letting go
a harvested jumble of beats that still hang together 

her odyssey 
a matter of edges 
stunted steps
close enough to the movement of others
bickering bodies sometimes
but removed enough to breathe

This is no confession

Simply in a vow of non silence
I pledge my truth to your bindings
In leather wrapped leaflet drop
Of liquid sentences unheard of: flopped

The truth is wrapped in criptic verse
coersed right from any slumbers  lips
Chains that bind truth to backed up lies
Lingering truths unhinged, unwise

Whereas the quiet of peaceful pieces 
Puzzeled dangers Ill concieved
When the tolling bell spells out all toil 
all tried up in this mortal coil

By will not, but by dreams dreamt solemnly
While fractured cryptixed unsolved churn
Into any answer depending on turn
For which pain dissolve straight into burn

Flames left to forge to gold 
until time has grown weary and cold

The Golden Cage

It shouldn't feel a trap - this golden cage.
These bindings aren't some dark means of control.
'Tis a palace on ambiguous stage.
'Tis a shrine to honor your fiery soul.

Do you think I could fear a well-locked room,
as long as I held you within its walls?
How could I see stillness as ugly doom,
when I rest with you inside silent halls?

Edifice of truth rose fast since we met,
and I still have the key to escape it.
This time when I built, there was no regret.
But look close - it's not I who can claim it.

How could I see rings as prisoner's chains?
They are signs of truth that love never wanes.

19 April 2023

Owed To An Ode

Oh, you softener of truth, smoother of feathers,
Dust from the shelves the fingerprints of doubt,
Unopened books read in dark denial
Bindings broken now in feigned forgiveness.

Trim now the shadow of a wishful past
Prune the pain of all concerned
In voices laden with a beggar’s peace
Echoing within the sun-dust gleam.

Hold, for it is but your wont to praise
And do, that kindness thing, you always do
cajole the ego and the id
cold ashes poured into an urn

For praise be but a silenced hopes farewell
And memories a mourner’s ever hell.


John G. Lawless
©3/7/2023

Clerihew Hesse

Short-lived was Eva Hesse
with hand-made art no less
Bindings&string & rope
her usp motif trope

Why

You wonder why me

Being with you makes it an adventure
floating in the ocean
one day wild big waves storm, not knowing what will happen
the next day warm calm sunny as nothing happened before

Is inspiring
a trip to different galaxies 
so many interests knowledge intelligence
not knowing where to begin

Is details
a walk at the beach while sunset
the golden colour in one grain of sand
while others passing by

Makes a better person
you are the galdhoppigen
giving support beauty to all people trying
no preferences

Is extremes
the most wonderful opal excisting
rough and waiting
to beautiful to polish

Is having good talks
the sound of a frozen landscape
knowing without asking
where listening is in balance

Is honest and pure
a glacial river at it's origin
and snow crystals 
observing their smallest bindings

Is trust
being in Bleik 
seeing the most beautiful nature art
and knowing it won't change

Is laughing and enjoying life 
dancing on the rythm of the aurora
never losing childness enthousiasm
making the other happy

Is having a father brother best freind
and someone
to love deeply 
all in one

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