Brainstorm
faith’s open palms
vigilant in drought
sunburns brighter, moonshines boozy
grinning
Rainstorm
rustling the leaves
slurry stirred by lightning
overindulging town prayers
applause
A baton
A stick
A kid
A wish
A magic wand
A swish swish swish
A batonkid
Hanging on the street
And in the yard
Life is sweet
Poets like word play new,
departing from conventional structural norm,
in Minichu.
Syllable makes
unique experimental form,
rhyme shakes.
Type’s flair
incites brainstorm,
rare.
Poets like word play new,
unique experimental form,
rare.
October 25, 2020
Syllable count checked on howmanysyllables.com
Contest : Let's Minichu On Writing Or Not Writing A Minchu
Sponsor : Mohan Chutani
Bit by bit I try… to seek help –
But without any.
My mind, already broken… it’s falling apart.
To you, I’m silent… but I’m screaming inside,
Seeking help… for my storming mind.
I’ve lost my senses, I know…
And that I haven’t any control
Over my own thoughts and likes,
For my mind paints pictures which I don’t understand.
And my own thoughts leave me insane…
Now I’m worse than a beggar:
By the roadside I weep… praying to turn me into dust.
I’m torn, crushed… and helpless,
Yet I wander… seeking some help – wherever it may be.
10/20/2018
How little we know
How much we believe
truth ever changing in our mind
as new information arrives...and yet
minds can turn away from truths
emotion's hands are easy to follow
and sow doubt to cloud truths
we cling to our comfortable worlds of human folly
not understanding reality is always changing
life is always growing older
death is inevitable and brains are used more often to destroy
then create and build a flourishing environment
where does it leave us as we pass through life
oblivious to most things in creation
knowing only struggles in our own worldview
forgetting...we are only here once
as we waste precious time arguing over trivial matters
clinging on to strings wrapped around us
by our own small groups finding comfort from fear
in an unknown universe that gives life and takes life
without concern
where belief is more important than knowledge
easier to develop stories of eternal life
surrounded by winged creatures
than to stare into an abyss of reality
10/19/18
contest Brainstorm
I can see the stormy cyclone
in your eyes
as your stare helplessly
lost inside your mind
reeling in a flood of confusion.
Desperation rises in your voice
as you rapidly express
disjointed thoughts and fantasies.
You wander inside a mirrored
maze of distortion
frantically searching for an escape
groping for a sensible thought
some semblance of reality.
I can see your pale brow
knit in pain, as small beads
of sweat trickle down your face
your expression a rigid mask
of catatonic anxiety.
Oh how I long to help you
dear friend, to offer you
a healing balm
a soothing word
a hope to cling to.
I hold your trembling hands
as we bow our heads to pray.
Written on 10/18/18
Inside my brain resides
A deadly combination
Of my mother's maniacal heritage
And my father's drunken rages.
A perfect storm, if you will,
Leaving behind dreams
Destroyed by doubt
And hopes undone by fear.
Leaving darkness and chaos,
Echoes of what was
Or what could have been.
Broken bones scattered
In the recesses
Blown by winds of despair;
The worst of nature and nurture.
Yet a small flame still burns
Ever so dim, ever so constant,
Waiting for a gentle breath
Of compassion to fuel its light,
Waiting for love and understanding
To shield and protect it;
Compassion, love and understanding
That must come from within
And flow from my heart.
As I grow in strength, I strive
To overcome anger and hate
And desire for revenge.
I work to cultivate forgiveness
And let go of ill will;
Loving what has been deemed
Unloveable
And esteeming what has been deemed
Unredeemable.
I release the captives residing in prisons
Awaiting my judgment;
For they are not mine to judge.
Inside my brain resides a perfect storm
Twisted and turned;
Tempered and tamed
By clouds of compassion.
10/18/2018
I want my anger
In the dark of the night it protects
Nourishes
Provides
It is useful
It keeps me wary
Ripe
Watchful
Without it I will crumble
And be reduced to smallness
softness
sadness
I need my anger
It makes me a woman
Feral
Untamed
Fierce
Anger faces unflinching what
Would reduce me to a girl
innocent
vulnerable
invisible
And isn't that what he wants
That thing that makes him feel
Hungry
Forcible
So I keep my anger
Close to my chest
Burning
Expectant
For the day I will let it fly
Searing
Straight
Extinguishing at last the monster
Living inside.
Brainstorm Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
10.18.18
Placement: 2nd
BRAINSTORM
Quiet brain quite norm hit by groaning gust
bursting in cyclonic storm of betrayal and lies.
Me diffused confused shattered battered
in whirl pool of vortex of agony and anxiety.
Fractured brain felt fervor of forest fire
caused by frictional force of emotional injury.
My radiant refulgent brain waves turned seismic shock waves.
Brain seemed to slumber, senses sank in stupor to be swept away,
Consciousness smothered, failed to shun dismal.
I was devastated in destructive tornado thrashing brain in turmoil.
Dense deep bruises, severe scars salient prominent
showing permanent damage probably not to be cured.
Yet Time is the best healer on slow recovery.
Storm subsided stopped bringing sullen brain back in normal form.
Mental strength refreshed, brain became cool and calm.
Waiting for new passion and compassion.
10/16/18
Fourth Place
'Brainstorm' Contest by John Hamilton
First Place
' No 510 Contest ' by Brian Strand
Being strong is his only option
Satisfaction is not always the fulfillment of what you want
when you gets stuck in an unwanted situation
Witch hunting and lynsjing
He loses control and it makes him desperate
The bitterness has taken over, as a development of a toxic virus
Bile from the stomach leaves a bitter taste on the tongue
His defense mechanisms are in constant preparedness
It's about making choices and all choices have consequences
A fear of losing his identity, total paranoia
Thoughts like a spider web in destruction
The water is polluted, rape of our world
Twisted lines of madness ...
nightmares, tears and flashbacks
He does not know the rhythm of the music
Brainstorm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
~ 4th place in the contest ~
16.10.2018
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From an insufferable, unceasing rain of disappointment,
I try to hide my scars under the cloak of a smile.
Alas, this master of disguise, fools but one.
My dreams are like a reverent prayer
that's lost its relevance to love.
Shrouded in ominous clouds of deception,
I am a refugee of doubt with no joy in reality.
I wade through poems that never rhyme,
from memories that never mend.
I cower from this rumbling squall of loneliness
and shrink from the shards of misdirected words.
The mantle of hope escapes my ambitions, forever silencing my courage.
I am drowning in discontent.
Brainstorm Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
10/16/2018
1st. Place
A melancholy thought, travelling at the speed of light
Moves through the universe of the mind
Seeking to find answers
Dealing with matters of the heart
This storm of emotions, caused by heartache
Seeks to escape from the mind
Like an electron from an atom,
But then explodes into the deepest realms of the mind
The thought, still moving through the storm
Settles in the dimension of long term memory
And there it lays dormant, beside
The sphere of emotionally charged memories
--
10-12-18
Brainstorm Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
The hidden blueprint of destiny encoded in gene
manifests in marvels of anthropogenic evolution,
constructs shifting designs of life’s kaleidoscope,
changing with the time and morphing with vision
of the complex landscape of innate human nature
the architect brain makes.
The unique vast domain,
depth endless, carved out in the nebulous space
where the soaring birds of imagination freely fly,
where the crimson sun of dream rises and sinks,
the floating mind finds lighted way on the wave
the flashing brain makes.
The transient lone voyage,
destination obscure, in uncharted course on sea
when life is struck by the tsunami shock of agony,
when clouds of dementia dispel neurons of hope,
the wrecked life drifts losing anchor in the storm
the turbulent brain makes.
October 8, 2018
Brainstorm
No peace
Never rest
Trapped
Whirlwind anger and fear
Mind's eye blurring
Seething with hate
One hundred miles per hour
Consuming rage
What you have done
Can never be
Brainstorm
Blinding pain
No escaping
Mindless hopelessness
You beg forgiveness of me
That can never be
I'll have my revenge
Blood in my eyes
This storm will pass
When I lay you in a grave
Brainstorm Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
10/05/18
I remember my teenage years
How at the whim of outside forces
My heart would feel tormented
Naïve and surrendering control
I saw myself as a mere puppet
I was significantly older when
Eventually I realized where dwelled
Empowering thoughts and how
It was a matter of brainstorming
To stir up their exponential magic
A whirlwind of options opening up to
A new day a new me a new world
AP: 3rd place 2021
Submitted on October 3, 2018 for contest BRAINSTORMING sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON
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