Compartmentalized Poems

God's Cabinet

Keep God in mind when you look within
for answers to self
Everything you need to know is inside the
cabinets of your soul
The pantry is full of soul food waiting to be
taken from the shelf
Compartmentalized pieces of information 
ready to be consumed whole
It's hard to process everything contained 
in these rooms
You can't digest the contents if they haven't 
been chewed
School is in session and your appetite for
knowledge is understandable 
We feed on each other in this universal college 
of cannibals
Still starving for understanding while eating
the meat only to spit the bones
Trying to find our way home while still sleeping 
in our own beds
Lost in our own head in a glass house throwing 
stones

Jesus Heals

Those who were blind, deaf, dumb, and held by the evil powers
Like chicks from the eagle-hold or deer from the tiger-hold
They felt freedom dawning and mercies flowing like showers.
Forgetting all their fears, they were turning lion-like. Bold!

Wasn't their psyche weighing them down more than their physique?
Burdens of rituals of ages pressed them like heavy rocks.
Jailed within cave-like compartmentalized cells, they were sick.
A touch by the fringe of his cloak erased all inner blocks.

He took on our infirmities and carried our sorrows.
The prophecies about him were fulfilled gradually.
In a world where miracles were performed for self-hallows
Benediction of beings led him perpetually

The love of Abba flowed from him like perpetual streams.
Each step led him towards the fulfillment of Abba's dreams.

Word

               Words are emotion's instrument,
language elementals playing verse's lament, consciousness', lined segment.
Like a Toon, in idea delineation,
incharacterizing, crystalizes stylizes component, tending intent. 

O Vehicle pigment of perception, perceiving decorate of mind's apartment. 

Compartmentalized strings transported by familiar, 
wings,  
mind, 
rune,
symbol,
telepathy of cheats, 
divining what is already there,
dining on empathy.

MirrorWandPictureEntity, transposing matters,
in the art rendering of eye to eye in order to see, 
A T communication advent matrix grid 
abacus-ad -cabaret, place-holder of epiphany holding film of the camera times phi eating pi of voltaicity.

A connection pathed from a yearning of the soul in creative spark.
In search of combinations and angles of understanding's precision and decision of part, 
in the fonts of construction leading to the charter of baptism keys to understanding 

the leading to the heart.

Monarch Butterflies

October days with overcast; hauntingly dreary skies
Underneath which; I am drawn to your essense breadthwise
Strong Northwest winds, become the summers greenest leaves demise
Your Auburn eyes; are my vision of monarch butterflies
Floating on air, gliding; you touch my arms thwartwise
Authentic are our feelings; shared, with no disguise
Recharging each other's batteries; in the ways we empathize
Your eyes may resemble the color rust; for me, they simply galvanize
The way I feel about you, that could not be faked, or  synthesized
How we both find safety in each other's arms being compartmentalized

Compartmentalization

COMPARTMENTALIZATION 

Friends, absolutely believe why
not in the “Loony Bin?
Compartmentalized my stresses, 
so messes … not get in!

Compartments help me remember,
one illness at a time.
Must do cause, "nine" problems have, not
about to loose ... my mind!

Compartments, real life savers, now
one job at time, tackle.
Improved old age focus, glad
husband … didn't spackle.

Compartmentalize medications
if don't, embarrassed be.
Took water pills, before party,
oops … in “Depend’s” did pee.

Doc’s now compartmentalize, which
body part they'll inspect.
Last visit showed my sagging boobs,
examine ... was for my neck!

Crucial to compartmentalize, must
do each week heard some say.
Might put off till tomorrow, cause
tomorrows ... another day.

July 31, 2023
Contest: compartmentalization
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh

Compartmentalization

In walls of my mind, I build small spaces..
Each locked box holds stories, hiding faces.
Life dissected, neatly compartmentalized..
I shuffle through words, keeping pain disguised.

But in thoughts confined, truth seeks emancipation..
Yearning for unity, escaping separation.
For in bringing fragments together, I find release..
A patchwork poem that grants my soul inner peace.

24th July 2023
Compartmentalization
Sponsor:  Edward Ibeh

Divide By Zero

The abstract is creative confusion,
    Both infinite and void with its form.
        Compartmentalized by any illusion,
            Then broken down before any storm.
These pieces seem to only grow smaller,
    As if invisible to a passing naked eye.
        Yet they exist to a realm without limits,
            Only imagined when we look to the sky.
This journey seeks to define a mountain,
    By its integral simplicity, to a grain of sand.
        Where time adds to the calculation,
            Through erosion and complexities master plan.
Mankinds quest has always followed,
    The need to know our placement, among all the rest.
        Leading some to accept godly answers,
            Though others look to empirically test.
While there's universal appeal that's growing,
    A faithful vision resides to keep pace.
        As the search for those quantum levels,
            May provide understanding and ultimately, grace.

The Return of Words

You are the return of words;
A sound I had almost forgotten; 
Articulated phrase I let go of  
compartmentalized 
in a place nobody was meant to wander; 
I let that part of me die, 
why bring it back to life? 

Hearts are healed by a song 
only to fail in three minutes and fifteen seconds; 
Duration just long enough for a scab to peel 
and bleed again; 

Aggravating my complexion,
allure of a predator 
targeted with tunnel vision;
Who is the enraptured composer? 
Two lethal fighters soothed by a melody 
have fallen victim to each other; 

I can taste my power on your lips 
mingling with yours on mine;
Hearts are healed by a song 
even  with the most jaded of bones;
You are the return of words 
the selfish thing I do just for me.

Love's Dilemma

Love’s wheel must be steered in honesty
The unity we once had turned into ice
I believed in her heart but
Deep down I never thought we would grow apart!
In reality, it takes courage and grit to break cultural banners
Many of us do not have that ability
Yet for me it was the only thing that brought tranquillity!

I was fit enough to love her beyond the norm
Her weakness was her strength in disguise
Yet we walked in beauty as it continues to rise!
At times we faced a golden surprise
Because a love should be tested in
Order to see if it can be trusted!

Love is not a game
It is a shame that our past grab us both!
Love that is so compartmentalized will
Find itself shaped in the fountain of error!

Mark Frank

Copyright 2022

Digital Technology

Wondrous…

Efficacy enhanced; potency proliferated;  
Encyclopedia at fingertips concentrated;
Communication convalescent; multi-merchandised,
The universe, like a toy at infant’s hands, mesmerized...

Yet…

Psychic eccentricities; emotional erosion;
Disorientation; bedim in vision and mission;
Homes divided; globe compartmentalized, isolated,
Rhythm of cosmos, like music of broken lutes, muted...


10 February 2022 
Let's explore digital technology Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Simon Rogerson

Hidden Digits Revealed

Four hang ups, no messages left.
Bereft of those moments near the phone,
a lonely heart could only hope it was you
who called while I was required to be away.
A pay phone call would disguise my ID.
Pleas of "Don't leave," beg from your invisible line.
Mine whispers and tugs "I still love you,"
through a muffled extended phone cord,
stored on a thrift store shelf, buried under
wonders alike, like an answering machine
screened of every piece of you it could seek,
antique now, shrouded in nineties' time,
grimy like the thought of being torn apart.
Compartmentalized moments spent
pent up inside on sunny days to not miss
kisses through a magic sound piece
cease to exist in real time, but two could dream.
Seemingly so far away, but in one chance
glance from beyond thrift store isles,
smiles meet again through unscreened numbers.

3-22-2020

When Eyes Speak In Full Sentences

your touch
Ability to speak
or walk sucked up
into your mind
compartmentalized
As if your spirit
was packing up shop
and taking your memories
on a long vacation,
 telling your body
"Sorry hun, you
cannot go."
Locked inside
full conversations
where people
ask rudimentary
questions
and you reply mentally
"I do, I know, please
tell me what's been happening"
But they can't because
all they heard
 was your 
   deafening silence
They search out
some semblance
of recognition
in your eyes, 
but few know
how it feels to have
your mentality
without 
  your faculties
 Body departed
 while mind 
remains home
becoming an unwilling
participant in your own
prison experiment
trapped between words
and the inability to speak them
because you didn't recognize
that this could be your 
final farewell
everyone
remained unaware

Snow Globes Piercing Diamonds

Remembrances lead to longing for souls once united in time long ago
still precise in memory now only in far distant accounts long closed
unreachable and compartmentalized without any semblance to reality 
like snowflakes hypnotic white illusions of distorted reflections untouchable
 
The predictable heart in relentless wandering overlooks and overcomes
while foreboding and hope battle for dominance with impetuous passion
in the vainly desperate hours reason dances away upon lyrical notes 
the spiraling cold blue music no one hears plays on in mystical magic
 
Whiskey soaked caricature’s fill the room with their constituent shapes 
as the potent silence of unspoken words holds us captive purposefully
the decision for deceit is one whom another deceiver cannot believe in or trusts
as metamorphosis brings the senses present to the change in seasonal rime
 
All common attributes even when perfectly polished run black inside paradox
no more than a few percent of spectacular in the spectrum of light’s shine
the temptation to melt away no longer haunts from the icy facets of time 
fire devours all impurities and remains one pure spirt ablaze.

Genocidal Politics

Genocide is a method discussed in Sun Tsu's writings,
The art of war through the use of internal fighting. 

Divided and conquered by powerful political people,
We have been compartmentalized for control over diesel. 

Vietnam and Cambodia were Nixon's criminal games,
To split a nation in half while dropping bombs like rain.

Hiring and paying the Vietcong and Khmer Rouge, 
To kill their own people in the war they were bound to lose.

When will the United States ever be great or free,
When it's citizens unwittingly pay for war across the sea.

Open your eyes, my fellow Americans,
And look at what we've done,
Allowed our leaders who're full of arrogance,
To run rampant in their genocidal fun.

Moves To Zero

Moves To Zero
                (Randometer Functionality)

Randometers measure sequential ordered elements
Coded, incomplete, repeating
Drawn to the core of reason compartmentalized
Run from pens with solid ink
Rounded shapes sink into paper
Compositionality on curved particulars considered

Don't let facts get in the way
Dots parade, line up in space
Run from pens with solid ink
Rounded shapes sink into paper
Redundant, coded, incomplete, repeating

Levers move, calculate the soul, holes within
Turn separable logic switches on with warmth
Circular conclusions measurements
Form comfort zones in gravity
Create fractions down to zero

Dream gears find permanence on new platforms
Equate levels 1 through 5 slide rule wise
Perform with accuracy
Complete their circuits
Move to measure electronic hours
Dictate which direction time moves on

Constituent components rise in the dark
Concepts must be formulaic
Come without warning in the morning
Zero intent in mind

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