Heavy Handed Poems | Examples

With a Gentle Hand - Mystic

Oh ye mighty hurricane, storm, or gale,
I cannot say, that I can e'er endorse 
the means by which you make your will prevail,
depending as you do upon your force.
Indeed, you just destroy the young and frail, 
as your wild, brutal tempest runs its course.
Young tender saplings grow into strong trees
'neith the sun, swaying in a gentle breeze.

Youth mentor with a message to convey,
do you find that your voice is growing tired?
Your heavy-handed tactics will not sway?
The odd way we human beings are wired, 
it's joy to help a child find her own way,
and so, I've rhetorically inquired,
"What's more effective than a harsh command?"
 - the gentle guidance of a helping hand.

Snapdragons

Snapdragons (edit)



One is a serpent on the wing, the other a butterfly.
Each belongs to species created from
tissue paper, water, and light.

When half-awake I can hear the droning
of their nocturnal flights,
amber engines rattle cut-glass hangers
as they lift off to carpet bomb our dreams.

Some are more wolf than dragon,
they form packs of loup-garou,
and snap at the heavy-handed
and too fleshy fingered florists.

Those not employed in directing
disbelievers toward dragon lore
retire to flower as urban myths,
their chiffon wings and origami faces
masking many a peppery passion.

The Manual Clunk

My typewriter
was not a good typewriter,
its keys were weighty,
you had to use brain muscle to work it,
nobody wanted it.

My son unpacked a home computer.
I stood by and watched
as all the electronics were laid out on the floor
and surgically knitted together.

I knew then
that I would be consistently out of touch,
and possibly would remain
stuck in an obsolete year
trying to catch up
from the rear of the field.

I wrote my first poem
on that clickity-clack manual machine,
then a dozen more,
all of them were heavy handed,
yet that hefty labor
made me think
I was crafting something worthwhile.

Later, I was enslaved to a computer keyboard,
chained as I was to its subsonic urgings
I could tell
the world was speeding away
faster than I could write.

When my kind of poet dies,
he is immediately ed,
for all his contemporary poems
turn into digital wormholes
that suck him into an unknown grave.

The young look to dead poets for wisdom -
truth is,
that those ham-fisted plodders
have long ago
turned into chunky typewriters
that nobody wants.

abc fun

Bitter bitty Betty bullied brute Billy
Choosing caustic comments, some so silly
Disgusted, divorced Danny deemed her a dilly.
Eventually evading Ernest, Eddie, Elyse and Elly
Forever forcing Freddie into fashion frenzy frilly.
Gathering grave grievances, grazing grief counselor, Gilly.
Harvesting heavy handed horrors, hampering Billy.

Seijaku

Seijaku – 8-1-24
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Seijaku

Serenity abides with tranquility
Abiding in beauty
And deep respirations of satisfaction
Ready
	Alert
Overlooking tangled mazes of overlapping obligations
 Labyrinths of lists -  
And atonal demands.
   
As the sun streaks past engorged calendars
In whirly-gigs of heavy-handed chaos
The shade of tranquility
 Stretches out 
  Looming across the face of serendipity
  With the breath of the rose
   The whisper of sapphire jewels
    Born from oceanic bowers.

In the shadows waits 
 The gift of each rubric solved
Pushing aside the tyranny of over committed -
In dawns, and Aurora’s ballet in neon slippers,
The spirit dialates,
  As moonlight drips from feathery boughs,
Healed from epidemics of minutes 
 Swallowed by a never resting pendulum.

The poet arises, even blooms, 
 Ignoring the cataracts of frail dreams
When hurried footsteps and clouded hearts
 Still race infected by chaotic delirium
Tripping over beauty’s outstretched boughs
To see – to notice -
 To embrace 
Lavender, gently waiting, with amazement.

The Wind

Come join me on my erratic journeys over earth and sea.
I'll take you to nowhere special or, perhaps, a place you want to be.

I'm neither friend nor foe, so you need to know it's not personal at all.
I might appear as a gentle breeze or even a violent squall.

If my presence is not welcome; I do apologize.
Sometimes I get carried away and therein the problem lies.

Heavy-handed or light as air, I touch everything in my path.
At times, I lose my temper and then you feel my wrath.

Depending on my disposition, I've been called by many a name.
 I am really just the wind and my nature brings me my fame.

March 24. 2024

I Hope I Die When I'm Dancing

Inconvenient adversaries 
Found you like a hidden message in a video diary 

Convoluted execution 
You’re a relapse waiting to happen 

Learning to be proud of my reflection 
More smiles than a wedding reception 

Tune in, 
Fade out
Here I am, undecided 

To me, 
Every star is a mini revelation 

This time,
I’m becoming one with the illusion 
Instructions come unclear and heavy handed 
I’m redefining your introduction 

And now that I have your attention
Life threatening circumstances I forgot to mention 
Could go unnoticed 

We’re all just pawns in someone else’s game

Brother Whosoever

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To a dog, an empty hand's cause 
even a well-intentioned one
flinches an involuntary jaw.. 
your neighbor's just the same.

Have you grown leery the open palm?
wearied away as your brother's keeper.
Not responsible to his good name
nor good will as guarded trustee 
over your godchildren.

No blame to you, good sir
or madam-

No right or wrong
by royal decree
monastic or fiduciary..
nor heavy handed scepter
to wield 
relinquished or relished
as monarchal beneficiary.

Just the same, I 
in fealty or name
skeptically question  
right from wrong.. 
guilty as charged
all the day long. 

Often what I read and I see, 
some people scare me
put in my brother's shoes
I probably would too.

Self Doubt

Wouldn't you love to know,
The love I failed to show;
Because I failed to see,
All the love in me.

Doubt that was branded,
By those heavy handed;
Who only commanded,
In the first degree.

They spawned indecision,
And lacked the precision;
To guide on my mission,
Out of gross misery.

The flames of desire,
Was meant to inspire.
To lift youself higher,
And set yourself free.

Moral Combat

What kinds of measures are used,
    When we determine between right and wrong?
Since these questions constantly arise,
    Requiring answers to maintain and prolong.

Do we look beyond the ten from those tablets,
    As those commands were from a time, long past?
Since those don't deal with our modern culture,
    Like computers and other technology coming fast.

It seems to me that when weighing these values,
    Simple basics can be balanced on the plates.
Where doing unto others, as to you is golden,
    But those deeds differ through many debates.

Much of our morality has roots, from demagogs to
    Demigods, as they would champion our cause.
Yet those didn't consider much of a future,
    While millennia passed on historic flaws.

Ultimately, this question must be answered,
    Because the solutions define character for each and all.
Where any good must be heavy-handed,
    And we can progress beyond a crawl.

Evening's Genius

Dramatic moon glows high above the emerald mountains
Shimmering dreams of celestial romance fade to soft sparkles
Pierces the darkness in glorious rays of hopeful beams

Starlight whispers fall across the bleached branches of autumn
Once glistening with scarlet, tangerine and butternut golds
Starry skies reveal the luminous forest of naked limbs

Shadows laugh through the murky darkness, inviting nightmares
Silent dreams haunt the hearts who listen to the peace of nightfall
Black illusions drift across the soul with heavy handed doubt

Luna longings surface on the silent feelings breaking through 
Soft rays of illuminating grace cascade along the woods edge
Brilliant breaths of rippling streams rise to fill the hungry desires

Nocturnal melodies flow up through the oaks, birch and pines
Hues of joy pour over melancholy of a dark foreboding
Music lingers on the heart who knows this is evening’s genius

How It Plays In Outer Space

Those Earthlings are at it again
         Oh goody, let's listen in...

"Your brazen actions endanger the public welfare."
   "Your unconstitutional actions constitute warfare!"

      My, but they sure do go after each other
         You'd think they'd try to work together as brothers

"Your political grandstanding is purely barbarian."
   "Your heavy-handed directives are totalitarian."

      Oh, here they go with their name-calling again
         Yes. Their immaturity knows no end
      And haven't we actually heard all this before?
         For sure.  Before each of their stupid wars

"Well if you try that, I assure you there will be consequences."
   "Wutcha gonna do?  Put us behind barbed-wire fences?"

      Wow.  I 've heard enough, haven't you?
         Yup.  Let's give 'em another thousand years or two...

Stranded

One of the worst feelings
Is when you feel stranded
When things out of your control
Come at you heavy handed

With no sign of slowing down
Your tools not equipped for the job
No breakthrough or progress
Only dealing with the cost

Stranded does not always mean
That you are stuck where you are 
You can be stranded inside
Dealing with your demons at large

Therefore creating a problem
Resulting being stranded both ways
Inside unable to make a decision
Outside your stuck in your place

Now helpless you really feel
Feeling stranded and isolated
Alone battling an unseen force
Stranded was the result it created

Not knowing how the get unstuck
As if all you are is spinning circles
Like you have forgotten to run
Or attempt to jump the hurdle

That lay in front of your path
Your intimidated and stranded
Don't let it beat you down 
Stranded to where you can't stand it

Please keep your two feet moving
Only in a forward direction
Put you in charge of yourself
And learn from your stranded lesson

Written 3-24-19

My Sons

Nay,
You are not uncouth;
There is something I never taught you:

When my mother told me to play tennis at school,
And advised me to swim at school,
When she networked me with the best of her people;
And she hid my shame, or indeed I was profligate.

When my steptather bought
Me a marble stone chess set,
I had done well at school;
I was motivated by materials.

When I fled the good in your mother,
After listening to the whispers
Of the evil one;
Indeed, I left you exposed;
But your mother hid my shame;
Never taught you to disrespect me;

It is a tall order, now that I am back,
I am not heavy handed, time is all that it takes;
I love it when we sit in the club,
Play a game of snooker or two;
You are now like my brothers,
Standing shoulder to shoulder with me;
It is all I ever wanted;

Tears in my eyes!

Chilled

Leaves giving gentle kisses to the ground,

Autumnal winds waking the sleeping trees,

A lover so gentle and kind, waiting. 

But then everything is stripped to the bone. 

White powder blankets, stripping all warmth

Look up, the naked trees shatter the skies. 

Fall weakens us so winter can come through. 

Heavy handed, red faced, freezing, shrinking. 

Breathing out ghosts and burning them away.

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