Embodiments Poems

High on My Anxiety

Have you ever been high on anxiety?
A sensation which crushes your very will
and buries you six feet underground,
or so it leaves you wishing,
from sentences, not of death,
but of immobilization of both body and tongue,
while run-on sentences run loose in thought,
begging for an audience,
bearing embodiments of lies,
of bottomless ominous consequence,
of Godlessness,
beyond hopelessness,
hoping for nothing but nothing,
and maybe these run-on sentences can stop running 
if the anxiety would stop chasing 
the very body it binds

Life abstracts 3 X--

Life abstracts

4 short breaths of –hales
Acknowledging breathes ins/outs 
God’s kiss life itself  

~
Touching my beating heart so throbs my chest explains up and down 
   
My souls delight my spirit embrace embodiments of joyous love 
           
Merrily so abound within my vessel my crown thinks about 
~               
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
I am created and sent down toward open terrain shown
Through the fallopian uterus carried so dwell in
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
Encased in darkness I AM purest light barren
Eating the lot of earth breads of leaven sown
Around the blackness of open spaced heaven
Expression sessions of second days of procession

"Life abstracts  3  X” 








12/21/23

For Short form Poetry x 3
 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chetta Achara

Embodiments

We are the embodiments of emotions.

I usually let the sorrow and the pain speak.
They are the loudest ones.

I dress them up in fog and light,
hand them bones and tears, and blood.
Make them bearable.

Human and surreal 
at the same time.

Distant, yet familiar,
so that everyone knows
they're not alone in this 
turpistic world.

Bossabilities

Alone in the dark
Hips locked in locked dance mode
We touch in such wayward ways
Our bodies assimilate as one
The music captures all we are
Falling one into the sun
Mastered moves meld
Cosexual sentient bliss
Let's get physical on foot.
Eyes closed, we body benefit
Organic, aligned, all at once.
We trip rhythm rhyme rituals
Words disappear-feelings emote
Lasting treasures of a final approach
Approvals aside, we close our
Embodiments obsecura to all
Un awakened user umbilicals.
Dance with me "til time ends
We tiptoe toilessly entranced in
Uninterrupted unity undone.
We die on floating foibles
Everlasting, embraceable-----You.

Leaning From Attraction To Fool's Gold

leaning from attraction,
attraction to fool’s gold
that glittered oh so sweetly
to the naked
eye
how it pranced, alluring
you felt it long deserved
yes, 
worshipping the handsome
that prayed ever to be slightly so
as he waited in the womb
to one day consummate false hopes.
me left leaning to the cane ridden side
of gradual deprogramming, separation
memories fond with constant 
grunting emerging from a deserted spirit
kissing the wine, escaping
heartbreaks daily dose.
a sigh is insufficient
for priceless embodiments
did not deliver what they promised
fool's gold finds foolish female
leaning 
on Yeshua, friends, wine walls, elbows,
cigarettes, therapists, pills, cell phones
prayers, yet
"Leaning not on my own understanding"

Into Infinity I Carry Insignificance

These ragged shards of breath, catching in my lungs with grasping fingers of jagged glass
Howling tormented wolves in my mind, clawing and shredding the last remnants of the last
Desperate attempts to live, temerarious in the quest to quench their thirst with blood
Monsters lurk in the shadows of my eyes, hungry for my conscious suffering

No rest, no peace, no sleep for sinners, servants to a greater ill, mindless revolutions of pain
Spinning endlessly in space, reaching for a cold and distant sun without the light of lies
A frozen, broken waste stretches in the expanse of my eyes, terror stalking ceaselessly
In every hidden juncture of the labyrinth of my mind, dark embodiments of hatred, shame, and anger

My eyelids are weighted, crusted in the sands of the blazing desert of my soul
Scraping away my retina with every blink, gasp, choke for air, smothering and breathless
Into infinity I carry loneliness, alone, unwept, unsung, swept into the vast waters of time
Drowning in the enormity of insignificance I wait, sleepless.

A Fictive Distinction

visual resemblance
conceptual
         links
embodiments
of
  never ending
           fulfilment
&
  renewal

desire  distilled
in
   illusions
       of perfection
elevated
&
never
      denied


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived

Hiatus

I held my breath as long as I could
Until my lungs began to burn
I forgot my Tibetan embodiments
And gave breathing again, a turn

O, I held my breath and waited for you
From October, till Winter’s depth
Yet you could not say
On any day
That your heart held any breadth

For me or my breathlessness or my cares
Or my happy days or my joys

You measured me
By another tree
That splintered
And left you forlorn

And you hoped for naught
So, your ropes were caught
In the tree
Like a kite in a storm.

O, there’s always a reason
Why loving fails
And makes a person go

And your wordlessness
Made me blow out my breath
And prefer a sensible life
To death

And go out to watch the snow.

The Waterfall

In cold winters, water spates into sculptured ice;
opaque embodiments frozen in motion.
Art almost living, as it creaks and crests,
tumbling toward some other birth.
Lovers come here, drunk teenagers,
and just drunks.
Empty beer cans roll or fill with a gritty snow.
Someone has spray-painted red words on a rock face.
Sunlight quickens a glittering ice figure
it could be a porpoise surfing an arc of exhilaration,
it could be the form of an eagle taking off,
only now I see the shape of a sullen, resentful youth.
Perception is everything.
Why does that painted expletive feel so personal?
Maybe it’s because the beauty here is defiled,
or maybe I want to see something that is not here.
A gust of hurdy-gurdy wind guffaws
as I turn away.

High Jinx At the Okay Coral

accursed creepily haunting
Phantasmagoria wraiths
vandalize residents psyches
within their sleep induced state

Sublimation shunts
slumbering souls
unknowingly held hostage
successfully sacrificing

Semi-smothered silent species
snoring simians steadfastly succumb
subsequent sibilant sounds
woo woebegone wicked transmogrification

dilapidated divested bodies deposited
wizard waves wand
watching whirling wretched lovely bones
whipsawing (in toto) within abyss

whooshing whistling wheezing
whets warlocks appetite wakening
brutish nasty nightmare
sinister hulking spirits

steal assorted corporeal essence
monstrous mashing somnambulant
mephistophelian shadowy satanic satyrs
supremely swallow senior citizen bankers

deep within catacombs
of Highland Manor,
deadened defeated Delphic Oracle
relegates human husks,

viz spent embodiments
to the under world lay siege
sinisterly seeding, via sinister spirits
one pure evil particularly wicked

witch thy capering
sickening ghastly plot against
unsuspecting spouse snatched
parch trey gnarled warty claws.

Cb Tribute Contest One

Joyfully so, she seems to be my (our) biggest fan.
Absolutely wonderful, Jan's embodiments symbolize her awesome agenda.
Never does it fail, Jan shares free hugs—special gifts—maximum encouragers—orchestrated methodically scratching Souper's records, performing as our (my) poetic DJ.


My tribute: JAN ALLISON :
10-9-16

Awarded 1st place in contest submitted. Sponsor: Andrea Dietrich

Her Legacy

She toke her time with love
And laid every nice sheet for her friends to lay on it
Nicely, forgetting that she is a human
She makes mistake
She’s not perfect 

Then she toke her pain up
And left with it, leaving up nothing 
Making love 
Making babies, were there’s no money 
And poverty was so romantic

Her good soul stood up strong, 
Strength of a woman grew in her 
Strength of a mother
Enough to raise a village

Only sixteen in her bosoms
A girl
A little sister most importantly a mother
Winds blowing 
Mist falling, autumn falling summer 
Spring, springing not
Felt every pain
Felt every thoughts
Felt every words

She was just a girl
A teenage love affair
A puberty 
A period 
A pain

HER LEGACY:from chapter//POETRY & BLUES
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POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.

I Dreamt of God

Sweats and colds 
Screams to the last lung 
Mucus to the last drips 
Philosophy of a Wiseman
Prayer to the last pray 
A miracle of a third mercy 

I dreamt of God!
Speaking last words of a last dream 
Passion of a last Christ 
Descendants of a last angel 
Last night of a last ‘mare 
Yesterday’s dreams  
Appearance of a beautiful impression 
A heaven’s hands ‘...Say, I can perform miracles’
Let the blind say I can see

I dreamt of God!
A lost man of his last sin
Impounded by wilderness and sickies
And “God was first to cry when he was born”
And women was last to cry when he passed on
No Babies
No birthing  
No Passion 
No Loving
Oh! Jerusalem of last Judges
A stolen holy ghost of a last spirit

I dreamt of God! 

Amen!  
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CHAPETR 1: POETRY AND BLUES is emotionally capturing depth of love in true characteristic of love embodiments, hence its roots. True told love stories in poetic form and love crime, love tragedy, love and love. Shakespearean is love, he defines it; poetry and blues.

Mermaids

The embodiments of our dreams
King Neptune's lovely daughters
We mortals strive to find you real
Lusty sirens of the sea blue waters

Of face and form you are perfection
In your golden hair a seashell gleams
Dressed in glistening scales of green
Magical perfection, or so it seems

With muted voice you bid us follow 
And in mist and foam you slip away
In the depths we find the answer
Only in our minds the answers play



5/30/14

Sister Dear

Dark happiness eclipses bright sorrow,
Casting the shadows of pain upon me;
Sharp splinters that penetrate the marrow:
My wounds lay hidden but yours i can see.

Embodiments of your inner anguish,
Gateways forced open to set your pain free
These unseen demons you cannot banish,
So you fight with a knife
Til you can see.

Bright sorrow flares behind it's dark cover:
It's the blinding white truth from which we hide:
For truth discerned is pain to discover
So close your eyes and keep it all inside.

I long to hug you to make you hear
That your pain is also my pain,
Sister dear.

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