I don't think, I'm a feeler
And I feel heavily for her
A monk grows out his head
And leaves his house,
A patriot would turn for her
I don't speak, I'm a liver
Due to the abstinence
Of my other parts
The devout preacher
Cuts and pours
His heart onto bathroom sinks
For his house is empty
He, has left his religion
For something more heavenly
The monk grows out his hair for love,
He who is broke in spirit, becomes a believer
Unspoken words flood in open verse,
A schoolgirl becomes a healer.
Categories:
feeler, love,
Form: Rhyme
"The silence fades with a soft embrace"
but strokes my soul like butterfly dreams,
whilst words unsaid lace the amethyst air
with strings of silver and citrine ~
clutching metaphors to the moon’s nectarine,
like a love rhyme written in tears never seen.
Tonight, in the hushed heat of starlight,
I trace your initials with ink and sighs,
craving to be heard amidst the white noise,
where the blackbird sings but is a feeler ~
of me, the breathless leaves of palm trees,
and crashing sparks drenched in sea salt.
O paused pulse of midnight,
meet me where time forgets tomorrow.
Listen to these voiceless verses:
I am neither the curator nor the canvas ~
yet like the gossamer gates within your heart,
I ache to be wrapped, forever, by Cupid’s violet flame…
Categories:
feeler, deep, emotions, for him,
Form: Free verse
The spices release their scent to ease my heart,
numb ~ yet tracing glasses brimming with tears,
aching for a touch of chamomile wisps,
beneath a sky that reeks of regrets
and words unspoken ~ too afraid to rephrase,
like smoke incensed with sulfur,
like blue cheese and old pickles,
tickling the curves of this melanin melancholy,
urging these fingers to purge forgotten rhymes,
as if there is no ingredient for healing,
when loneliness creeps like a slow poison…
But must I thaw the ice within cups of compassion,
infused with clovers of peace,
when I am a mere reflection of your mistakes,
a table adorned with plates of bitter weeds,
listening to the sagas of the rain and sun?
They taste not my pulse of patience,
as I remain, the feeler of phasing appetizers,
rotting in ruins ~ objectified and rejected,
by the twisted tongue of vanity and silence…
Categories:
feeler, silence,
Form: Free verse
Unusual insect facts are fun to know
Creatures with long feelers use the night
Short feeler insects have better sight
Antennas sense enemies around and below
Cicada, dragonflies and honey bees
Have delicate feelers, but their eyes are good
Katydid, crickets and ants in the wood
Have long antennas, length of all degrees
Unusual insect facts, unknown to me until today
But now I have created this poem with a hey, hey, hey
Dancing around without a feeler of any kind.
At least I have a poetic heart and an artistic mind.
Categories:
feeler, 3rd grade, 4th grade,
Form: Rhyme
MY FEAR
My first fear
That was my only fear
Was how to face my fear
And make myself dare it
I won't succumb
Even though I'm sored
Afraid of that is Unknown
Of what becomes of my fear
To a step each day I'm faced
Dilemma to consummate my desire
At the beckons of rivers of pleasure
Wake! Oh Awake my Soul to a rise
The feeler may be petrified
At the sight of the blinded veil
Yet! Fear of unknown wont rise
Wheel of fate to consume my gaze
Categories:
feeler, fear, rose,
Form: Rhyme
Winter breath is its sequel
As pallid teardrops emulsify
Clearly, into ponds of dawn shining gleam
A dawn bird breaks the silence
Amid buzzing melodies
Fully flowing faith in feeler flowers.
Nature's warmth brings hues to life
Mixing shades for a kaleidoscope,
ecstatic waltz,
luxuriant buds, luscious and enriched,
Sweet, perfumed threads of envy,
Softly whispered on a fresh breeze.
Meadows grew using earthly sources
Dreams that sustain life,
Restoring the essence of spring, resume.
Categories:
feeler, analogy, appreciation, nature, sun,
Form: Free verse
It is a feeling, vibrational healing
Emotion revealing ,pain dealing, karmic concealing
It is touch, to heal the crutch, that holds one back
Their skin will crack, Open wide
To see another side
Vibration thickens. Love stricken. Body condition
The heat wave sparks. A quick remark
You look at me, then you see
My touch of gold, they told me so
I am the healer. Chakra feeler
Categories:
feeler, body, creation, deep, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
It is a feeling, vibrational healing
Emotion revealing ,pain dealing, karmic concealing
It is touch, to heal the crutch, that holds one back
Their skin will crack, Open wide
To see another side
Vibration thickens. Love stricken. Body condition
The heat wave sparks. A quick remark
You look at me, then you see
My touch of gold, they told me so
I am the healer. Chakra feeler
Categories:
feeler, body, creation, deep, emotions,
Form: Rhyme
Games
A fun seeker’s unfolding thriller
Forced to describe it ‘Time killer’
But it might well be a healer
Of wounds to others no feeler…
Some games with the strictest timing,
Their players chiming clocks minding,
Others to last while no winner,
Continuing as day grows thinner …
Rules of games learnt like the Bible
Slighting them serious like libel.
It should a game discontinue
Against a king with retinue…
Games promote fun but also sense,
As partakers avoid nonsense:
A shout comes last with victory
Through skill luck, also mystery.
Categories:
feeler, crush, people, sports, wisdom,
Form: Rhyme
I'd never sat through A Thriller
In which a Tiller,not Killer
Was The Intended Godzilla;
Whether in town shot or villa:
The killer always The Pillar...
Never the Farm-Minding Tiller
Nor Grocery-Running Miller
Nor wheel-chair confined Bruce Bila
Unholstered-Gun-Bearing Killer
A Thriller makes a real feeler
And its marketer wise dealer;
In his films loved by his wheeler
And The Bleeding by his healer...
But it's some salute to bloodshed
And helping of free tears,eyes red;
Scared kids resolved on earlier sleep
But on their bed for a wake keep.
Categories:
feeler, death, fun, love, violence,
Form: Rhyme
S - Subjective to the feeler.
C - Crippling to the ego.
A - Alarming to the thinker.
R - Relentless to the heart
Y - Yearning to no longer fear!
Written 30th October 2021
For : The "S" Contest
Sponsor : Constance La France
Categories:
feeler, emotions,
Form: Acrostic
I am the messenger for my own thoughts.
I am the narrative scribe inside my mind.
I am the ever listening (just there).
I am the thinker,
I am a deep feeler, I abstractly care.
I am repressive of my emotions,
I am holding passion for my devotions.
I am the one who sits upfront,
I am the one who secludes herself.
I am the student who likes learning.
I am the "nerd", the loner.
I am willing to perform duty and desires.
I am my own way of maturity and responsibility.
Categories:
feeler, character, i am, identity,
Form: Free verse
Many among us want
To be an Arahant
Without quite knowing
Method of seeking
As a caterpillar
A plodding leaf feeler
Who wishes to fly
Like a butterfly
Which it will if it waits
In stillness sedate
Likewise
If we are wise
Attaining purity-peace-bliss
Wherein nothing is amiss
Requires neither doing nor seeking
Only becoming by blossoming
By inwardly turned sentience
In time dissolved patience
Yet to fast forward
We shift attention inwards
Looking at layers of resistance
In childlike innocence
Playfully disassociating
From narrow ego cravings
Marking them as of foreign origin
A far cry from our purity sanguine
And thus standing still
Allowing the divine to do its will
Free of want
We become an Arahant
In stillness
Categories:
feeler, spiritual,
Form: Rhyme
The belly filler
The palm feeler
If five fingers are not busy
It is not good
The must-have
Or else you starve
It's the food that gets you tizzy
It will spark your mood
It is called by its name
Partaking of it is no game
If it does not require a whizz
It is not food
Categories:
feeler, africa, crazy, culture, day,
Form: Free verse
We are ecological science
and con-science
and unconsciousness.
We are story
and egological storyteller
and unknown
unheard
unseen.
Earth's humane act
and actor
and theologically transcendent stasis.
The dance
and dancer
and deaf
and frozen
The song
and singer
and silent
muted
anticipation
and anxiety.
The play
and player
and absent
uninvited
worker.
The thought
and thinker
and feeler
and numb.
The garden
and gardener
and consumer
and starving.
The Earth
and EarthTribe
and Ego
and Interdependent
DNA and RNA place-timed relatives,
matriarchal regenerators
regenerations
degenerations
ungenerated energy
entropy
untropy
anti-morphic
metamorphic
metaphor.
We are leftbrain either/or polynomial
rightbrain polyphonic
ecopolitically polypathic
positive trust energy democracies
health/wealth
ego/ecosystems
bilateral
bicameral
binomial nonzero-sum balancing
The science story,
and consciousness storytellers
and yet unconscious
unfelt
unknown,
The patriarchal history
of and for eco-matriarchal mystery.
Categories:
feeler, analogy, birth, caregiving, creation,
Form: Political Verse
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