Entrapping Poems

Three For Monday

Poetry

Neither hobby
nor pastime
its grip ever
grows

Its hold on my
heart
through the drought
and the snow

Each word 
that it sends me
each phrase
to impound

And blessing
the silence
my Savior
— resounds

(1st Book of Prayers: August, 2025)

Divine Wind

Shinto
or Buddhist
the Samurai
served

Their honor
and legiance
in blood
was preserved

The sword
as their mantle
and spiritual
Lord

Death
was their preference
dishonor
— abhorred

(Shinjuku Museum: October, 2003)


Betwixt & Between

Better or worse
those two oxymorons
Lying in wait
entrapping the weak

Lo  and Behold
they claim self-importance
Lo and Behold
thoughts watered and meek

Polar extremes
they float barely conscious
To lure you between them
and hold you quite mad

Bye after Bye
they muddle your choices
Bye after Bye
— good orphaned with bad

(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)

Boxed In

All 
is finite
or infinite
the scientists say

Laying the
trap
that supports
their foray

If either
is neither
is or
something more

Entrapping
our freedom
and handcuffed
— unsure

(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)

To Albert

At the
Event Horizon
‘No Exit’
leading in
Front to back
side to side
entropic
rim to rim
A blacker hole
a deeper truth
beyond just
right or wrong
Light imprisoned
no way out
entrapping
—weak and strong

(Villanova University: December, 2023)

In Silent Shadows

IN SILENT SHADOWS::
Increasing in intensity 
nightmares,
screams because the
instigator never 
letting go,
entrapping the victim
never stopping with the
threats,
striking
hurting them with
abusive mannerisms
defending themselves as an
over taker
who now threatens my
safety and security.

Pain and torment over many years,
living like this always in fear,
in the silent shadows, never knowing what to expect,
fearing for your life, 
wondering where is the knife? Trapped in the silent shadows.
Wanting to tell someone the story,
not to relive the gory, resolve to my silent shadows.
Seeking the encouragement to find my way out,
making my way with a loud shout, leaving without the shadow of doubt.
What I thought was love, was never love.
Out of the silent shadows into the light,
taking off and enjoying the flight, 
What joy, what delight.
Finally free, finally at peace,
Free from the chains that bound me
among those Silent Shadows.

Loki's Revenge

A demon’s playing
but no one’s listening
Black whirlwind coming
tomorrow hissing

The moment christened
in dark despair
Entrapping vision
beyond repair

A mantra chanting
its rhythm waning
Despoiled virtue
with time refraining

Unmasking Hoder
in blind respite
The god of darkness
—and lost delight

(Dreamsleep: August, 2023)

Quagmire

“Fathomless faith gets divine blessings to rise from the entrapping evil marsh” – Quote by Poet

On squalid quicksand you walked obsessed and weary,
gripped by the demons of sin as vicious as they could be,
sank in the destined depth of abhorrent abyss of bane,
wrapped within the despicable layers of livid disdain.

The lancet of immorality lacerated the ethical essence,
you had long tried in vain to protect within sane sense. 
The grave for the soul slain by the stab of sordid sin,
you had dug contrite in the ground of anguish within.

As divine awareness ignited the candle of hope in you,
you perceived revived the conscience got kindled anew,
and lighted up the dark alley of introspection inherent,
you reached the self-illumined horizon of discernment.

With your being cleansed of the depraved turpitude slime
by the allusion of self-absorbed sense of sagacity prime,
at the lit fringe of life you see the shadow of the time still
when you were entrapped within the quagmire of evil.

Spoken Worder Poet Reader

Spoken
Poetry
Offers
Knowledge
Entrapping
Nouns

With
Out
Radical
Dissorder
Encaptulating
Readers

Providing
Other
Entertainment
Taught

Raw
Enlightning
Answers
Decrypting
Energy
Resonance

Legs'Captive Desire

In her presence, my heart's bounds grew weak,
For her long legs held me, a captive so meek.
With every stride, grace adorned her way,
A prisoner to beauty, night and day.

Silken whispers brushed against the air,
Her slender limbs, a sight beyond compare.
In their length, a secret power resides,
Entrapping my spirit, where passion hides.

Oh, how I longed to wander their path,
To explore the depths of their seductive math.
Her steps, a rhythm, a symphony to adore,
I yearned for freedom, yet craved her allure.

Ensnared within her elegant embrace,
I found solace in that enchanted space.
Her long legs, a labyrinth of desire,
I willingly surrendered, caught in the fire.

She moved with purpose, each stride a spell,
Her captivating spell, I couldn't quell.
Her long legs held me captive, it's true,
For in her presence, my world found a new view.

Unfathomed

Unfathomed

Consciousness swims slick outside my fingers,
Trembling perceptions pure and round.
Infinitely slow I close my grip, 
Entrapping, and watch them drown.



Elizabeth McCann

Amidst the Snowflakes

Amidst the Snowflakes

Like thousands of soldiers in parachutes
they come out of the winter sky

One by one hitting the pavement
to claim victory for the season now unfolding

At first they are vanquished almost instantly
a price paid for those leading the charge

However as they begin to accumulate and cluster
a formidable foe is being created

Inch by inch, foot by foot, a fortress is being built
one that can be transformed into an igloo for shelter if needed

Soon the landscape will be covered by a heavy white blanket
left unattended it will run amok overwhelming all

As plummeting temperatures assault those not ready
once open lakes and river pathways no longer escape routes

A battering ram of inclement weather hampering travel
imprisoning those caught unaware of its fury

Snow drifts form obstructing passageways
entrapping those not prepared with an escape route

Waiting out the enemy a defensive strategy now in use
As it surrounds you on all sides building an oppressing presence

High winds and frostbite commingling in the air
that will dominate at the end of the day

Beauty or beast
The conflict yet to be decided.

Andreas Simic ©

Cosmic Divinity

How cosmically divine...
the rays of sunshine 
you emit 
on stygian, wretched days 
that meet me!
Each time you wear 
that charming smile 
of yours 
with no guile
hidden behind it, for me,
I'm also kissed on the lips 
by your entrapping eyes.
My uncaged soul...
gifted wings to take
heavenly flight.



Date written: 02/04/2022

He Writhe

Not by her eyes did I stop in my tracks
Though they spoke as Celtic forest rings
And glittered as a wyvern's hold.

Not by her voice soft, 
Sweet as a siren entrapping my soul
Resonate as Christmas bells carried by
A valley crystalline in new snow.

Neither her touch, which infuses my weary flesh
Tonic of revival and haven of hearth.
Delicious like peppermint cider
Warming me from within.

Not by any, but by all these
Her being more than jetties to break the waves
More than trees that soften the squall
More than a harbor for my soul
Yea, he writhe in pleasure, peace, and home
Hiraeth.

Gethsemane

After supper Jesus went out to pray
his friends kept watch some distance away.
     “Father, spare me this test,
     yet you know what is best.”
Well fed they did doze to Jesus' dismay.

“Could not you keep awake just one hour?
Beware lest you fall to the tempter's power.
     The Spirit may be ready
     but the flesh isn't steady.”
Once more he prayed for enduring willpower. 

Returning from prayer in hope of backing,
James, Peter and John, still they were napping.
     “Enough! The hour is here,
     my betrayer is near
to give me a kiss, one that's entrapping.

Mark 14.32-42

The Mousetrap Revisited

Entrapping the magic,
philosophers moan

Theory after theory,
no meat on the bone

They label and mark,
their didactics retooled 

Force feeding their ramble
to dilettante-fools

And when in the end
they are then proven wrong

They slink back to their hollows,
where the vanquished now throng

But a new tier of ‘masters’
has taken their place

To lecture and spiel
—and pontificate

(Baldwin School: March, 2021)

Dream World

The dreamer dreams, becoming the object
How may the object awake as subject
Unreal object is but a thought beam
Our desire impels thought as a life stream
Bubble bursts when the object does not react 

Cessation the way to exit this net
Desireless entity, its course corrects
Void like space and ungraspable like steam
The dreamer dreams

Ego fictional does urges direct
Entrapping attention to deeds suspect
Hypnotic bind from which we cannot wean
Vaporisation alone reclaims sheen
Object vanishes, our stance then erect
The dreamer dreams

05-January-2021

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