All our lives we flounder about
untangling intricate ties –
First, with our parents, our siblings,
Our spouses and our kids,
Our in-laws, our relatives;
Later, we squander time away
unraveling our differences
with our peers, our friends,
Our teachers, our bosses,
Our colleagues and associates;
At the end of our lives
we struggle
to come to terms with
Our beliefs, our faith,
Our dreams and aspirations,
Our Gods and our demons;
It’s the good old Death that
finally cuts the Gordian knot!
~Contest: Relationships Poetry
~Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Categories:
gordian, relationship,
Form: Free verse
The Gordian Knot of perpetuity
woven around your heart
is a thick thread of anguish
created by poison fingers from internal pain
Born in a mass of dark muck that drowned innocence
in screams unheard
now feeds on the blood-soaked veins of lovers
like a vampire in ruthless exultation
that revives strength and vigor
to cold calculating eyes of worthless passion
dripping from the hungry sweat for those chosen
to share silk sheets in longing nights of fragile dreams
To leave their hearts an empty husk
that tumbles away in winds of confusion
across a serpentine path of endless footprints
when their pain and torment become insufficient for pleasure
If I only knew what I know now
I would not have entered this chamber
of fragrant scents and sheer elegant veils
where my flesh was torn by fingertip talons
leaving scars upon my naked back of tomorrows
where I emerged from this dung lit realm of fool's love
into a rush of shadows spinning away
from a vengeful mind filled with a reckoning
for an untold pain
covered now by the blank faces of passing lovers
8/25/19
contest If you only knew then
Categories:
gordian, perspective,
Form: Free verse
When it’s designed to bewilder
illusion’s plot gets scowls.
He thinks his tales should have thrilled her
Gordian knot, three fouls.
he’s out; his jokes disintegrate.
But he laughs ‘cause she took the bait.
Illusion’s plot -
Gordian knot.
Embarrassed, her face is scarlet;
His fun, guaranteed to upset.
Next, his emotional vortex -
maintaining hoax is fun,
another ploy from his cortex.
Explaining jokester’s done.
He’d do well to apologize
regret? he doesn’t recognize.
Maintaining hoax,
explaining jokes,
his final plunge into debate
finds her goodbye from this stalemate.
First impression, fallacious, ma’am.
there is no truth within.
Intentional evasion, sham,
a lie, forsooth, lie’s twin.
Victim, often just curious,
falls for that which is spurious,
there is no truth
a lie, forsooth.
Endeavor meant to tantalize
gets a cold shoulder and dies.
written June 26, 2018
Categories:
gordian, angst, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme