golden warmth flows
glittering crystals receive
shimmering waves dance
rising into the sky
gliding twists and turns
effortlessly to go
air does ruffle through
longing to be free
fluff on gentle breeze
from the sky descends
moves upon the airs
to where ere it may be
flowing onward downward
flight unbound be
swooping lightly turning
ere it may flow
flowing freely onward
yet by walls constrained
seeking ever freedom
where unto be
flow onto the freedom
endless choices before
free from all constrictions
still continues on
sharpness does the air fill
with ionic tang
calling ever onward
to a place to find
fills the breeze with crying
to the heart does call
longing ever aching
for that unknown
tar and oak a creaking
on the rising swells
currents pulling outward
straining to be free
thunder calls me onward
fabric fills the air
chains rattle loudly
bindings do break free
far away does call me
to the place I seek
to find a new tomorrow
and the place I’ll be
Categories:
constrictions, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Dear followers, bandwagon and otherwise. The time is upon us that dissenters have started questioning my credibility. Being a freethinker and one who values evidence, logic, and reason, I assure you, my credibility is intact. Although, I sometimes do not prove my credibility through traditional means. Take, for example, MLA. The only format I’ve written in. But, alas, problems with style and format present themselves…
I do not constrictions of MLA, or any standardized system. those Grammar Nazis, and their Luftwaffe of subordinate clauses. I wanna do things how I wanna do them. I’m not taking credit for anything that isn’t mine. I give credit where credit is due; game recognize game. But don’t make me jump through hoops and all sorts of convoluted bull. My credibility should not be questioned, but rather, your archaic system should.
Categories:
constrictions, atheist, education, funny, humor,
Form: Prose Poetry
Resilience
Covid-19
Has gained our attention
Attention in terms of
Dread..anxiety..boredom..
An unexpected lifetime
Experience which has a
Global sameness..of sorts..
Restrictions and constrictions
Imposed from without and
Within..responding to an
Unpredictable dark force..
Resilience is oft cited as
Our need to recover the
Size and shape of our
Lives before..
Yet..might we stand back
From imposed constrictions
Recognizing ourselves as
Witness..The calm face of
Resilience..and allow the
Constrictions to uncoil
In their own time as
They must and will...
Categories:
constrictions, angst, anxiety, confusion, i
Form: Blank verse
Trappe within my skin,
trapped within my life.
I live each day within
the same parameters
of responsibility.
I do right
no matter what.
I've done wrong
believing it was right.
Such constrictions,
such borders,
leave me no outs,
no excuses.
I want to explode,
but suspect implosion
will be my lot.
Where do I get relief
within the boundaries
that I set?
Take a cleansing breath,
embrace the rules,
embrace the borders
do your dharma
Categories:
constrictions, allegory,
Form: Free verse
Automobile runs down the highway
It ends
It had no beginning to begin with
So that makes sense
As time continues on
World keeps moving nowhere special
There is plenty of fuel left in the chamber
OK!... so it's a tank
The pedal is floored so something is missing
No road laid out before me like before
No car no more forever
Asphalt and concrete stopped right there
Walking is out of the question in this area
As long as time is fine
And the world is spinning with no constrictions
My condition is simply simple in comparison
Waiting in this place is all that I can do
Hoping the road will begin again
And my car resumes
Categories:
constrictions, adventure, confidence, faith, image,
Form: Free verse
When a woman is a woman
Her hair color isn’t from a box
There are no hair dyes
Her nails are not acrylic or painted
There are no manicures
Her lips are their own shade of pink
There is no makeup
Her skin is golden from the sun
There are no fake tans
Her breasts are free from wires
There are no bras
When a woman is a woman
There are
No constrictions
Expectations
Covering
Hiding
When a woman is a woman
A true woman
She is just a woman
Categories:
constrictions, freedom, gender, woman,
Form: Free verse
shore where life is thriving
Shore where life is thriving
Refresh us once again
Dunes where winds are blowing
That cleans its sands away
Grows eternal within its lines
Above the stars still shine
Where active minds do dwell
And rest when need to rest
From the self in its remissions
Imparted shores within
We are one and whole again
Footsteps outward striving
Imprinted forms inform its living
Within the changeless change
Evades constrictions that define
Not alone within its social friction
Created by life’s contradictions
Outstretched arms reach out
to all that listen within
Soft lit light of lighted flames
Formed within its circle
Categories:
constrictions, allegory, metaphor, poetry, write,
Form: Free verse
Is it our age or present circumstances
that see childlike eyes grow dim
or is it living within our reality years
that lend whimsical thoughts so slim
If one could ride the notes in play
through a child’s imagination
One could laugh and dance anew
around each magical creation
Into the cosmos we could fly
gliding on winged compositions
On breathless notes of whimsy chance
exploring without constrictions
If one could row a boat through time
back into their youthful days
and reunite with that childlike wonder
it’s here I think we’d stay
©Debra Squyres 2014
Categories:
constrictions, age, desire, introspection,
Form: Rhyme
Lets hijack project pegasus and fly to Mars,
To build a new life out amongst the stars.
Religion and governance can stay on earth,
Structured society will be given, the widest berth.
Free from all these constrictions placed upon us,
When the sun is setting, I might see Uranus.
I'm off to live on the 4th rock from the sun,
Cos earth kinda sadly, leaves me numb.
I would imagine earth, is by far much prettier,
but debt and struggle make it appear much shittier!
We have lost the meaning of pure humanity,
Consumed by greed and much depravity!
Which drags us down much more than gravity.
Where are these places that our "leaders?!" want to lead us?
Who conjures these lies, they want to feed us?
And when did our species change it's name?
Was it when the illuminati began their game?
Changing us from a human being
Moulding us into a human doing!
With their debt between our teeth, that we can't stop chewing!!
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
constrictions, adventure, angst, travel,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Floating freely on the divine wind blowing from within
a cosmic jack in the box unleashed from it's human tin
my mind shed the constrictions of mortal flesh and skin
as a journey through consciousness did begin.
The morphing, textural layers of realities fabric
woven before me to make something magic
this life so simple, yet complicatingly tragic.
Geometricity hiding behind my eyes
always withinin view yet often out of reach or sight
my place amongst the glittering stars at night
is re-affirmed with a giggled childish delight.
The pyramid beckons from a far out dimension
whispering secrets that it should not mention
hinting and leading all kinds of direction
guiding my mind and it's trailing attention
such clarity of sight from this spiritual ascension.
As individual straw strands weave a single hay bale
the yin needs the yang like male and female
these countless incarnations of my souls glorious tale
a glimpse beneath the godly veil at kingley vale.
©John-Ovan.P.Hull
Categories:
constrictions, adventure, art, mystery, visionary,
Form: Free verse