Impedes Poems

Anchorage

Beneath the layers of the mind a sanctuary lies 
that holds nothing but the emotion of memories.
The ocean raging above keeps tossing
the waves of turmoil that can’t reach the depth,
for they remain superficial in the realm
where the unwavering passion, 
shackled by the steady resistance of self-belief,
impedes the essence of being from drifting away.

It’s not a chain that imprisons,
but a timeless acquirement that stabilizes
with silent promise of finding a stable place
where at the depth of soul the ancient mariner finds
in the receding horizon of time the ocean floor
where love once sank into obscurity 
that still holds the heart where it belongs,
reminding that anchorage is the other name of being not lost.

What Makes me Smile

What makes me smile?—For one: the grin of life;
but, too, its touch of giggle grazing on 
my ticklish skin,—Though soon again withdrawn,
yet long lingers in memory, full, rife. 

This makes me smile—(the laughter of a leaf
fluttering through the airs of yawning dawn.
I think it now, though next I’ll find it gone,
but note the chimes of mirth and bells of grief.)!

But, most of all, the experience of love
—of that of other, self, or all of all,
precedes, exceeds, (impedes?,) towers above
every other need…—Question marks abound,
and, gently litling to a waltzing bawl,
re(sound, (sound,  (sound,   (sound,    (sound,     (sound,      (sound,       (sound,        (sound))))))))).

The Last Petal Falls

The last petal falls
     From a rose

Another season
     Fragmented 
Dieing alone

From spring
     Summer insists
A bouquet of love
      manifests

Evenescent as a breath
     Gracefully
Fluttering 
     A fast
Subtle
     Death

And now a wind blown dream
     As the call of Autumn
Impedes 

 As falling leaves
      Flutter in dance
 A sense of Winter 
      Cold and damp
Has left a flower
      Without a dream
Scattered 
      Slowly drifting away

Denied

expressing a spectrum of light
ushering within bliss delight
instead of letting rapture grow
our lower mind impedes the flow
fragmented thought, not boon but blight

Honorable Death

Deus Volt I scream by my brother's side,
a distinct bell rings measuring 39mm wide,
high stepping over the deconstructed rubble,
klashnikov volley is what's giving us trouble,
our advancement through the city begins to slow,
primary and secondary left with one mag to go, (clink)
armor so tight it impedes the breathing, (clank)
honor steps in like a sword unsheathing, (clink)
clinking of a grenades stops under my chest,
my brothers have been saved you know the rest.

The Law of the Land

Let no man ever put asunder

Dominate, exploit, or plunder

The freedoms of this institution

Promised in the Constitution

The laws enacted throughout the land

That are fought by those with their own hand

And impedes their legal distribution

Must face a final retribution

Fear And Defeat

Fear And Defeat 
Miracle Man
2/8/2024

I trust in God’s word,
not in how I’m feeling.
But waiting upon the Lord,
sometimes has me reeling.

Fear impedes sound thinking,
which affects my actions.
Often stealing my confidence,
filling my path with distractions.

I would run away and hide,
from many fears if I could.
But God can turn difficulties,
into something that’s good.

Often fear was a hindrance,
to my reaching life’s goals.
But I didn’t let fear and defeat,
fill my road with potholes.

“Courage is being scared to death--
and saddling up anyway.”
John Wayne

Desperate Hope - II

This intrusion on my psyche tosses
a faint desire for up-smelling roses.
My shrink says this urge imposes losses
that the former countereffect poses.

I'm unable to muster the strength to
combat this bogus hope, this travesty
that impedes my efforts to better clue
cures, possibly true hope would be savvy.

Trust I won't digress to a depressive
state, bantering, hauntingly about my
kind, they'll lock me up for sure, aggressive,
delusions--you're getting all worked up. I

will be back. They're comin' to take, ... it's me,
they'll wrap and cell me, ... but I got the key.

Dreams

when dreams die, death isn't far
then hope leaves floating in a jar
search drawers cluttered closets too
neither are found 

dreams scattered to the winds
but hope remained
someday, someday, in the future
was the constant refrain

health gone lost by the way
arthritis impedes talents waylaid
days there are hopes that health will come
then a sadness engulfs like a drum

somewhere enthusiasm disappeared 
did someone else pick it up
or is it like the dust off tires by the roadside
has depression now settled in

We Are In Our Own Way

Visualisation of God impedes
progress, if imagined by lower mind,
because only when the pulse of love leads,
do we transcend ego cravings that bind.
Know if we rely on thought, we are blind.
Silence always is but we must be still,
that divine magnetism dark voids may fill,
wherein with heart as a mere receptor,
having no trace within, of egoic will,
receives bliss mists, in each body vector.

If Ideas Grew Wild

If ideas grew wild like weeds
    We'd curse each one that impedes

  So, I vow to refrain as if 'tis decreed
    No more wild ideas shall I seed

Being a Perfectionist

Being A Perfectionist
(Is One Of My Flaws)
Miracle Man
5/16/2023

At times I’ve been told, just let it go,
but I never do things to just get by.
Though no one else might ever know,
I’m always the one I must satisfy.

It’s said you reap from what you sow,
and not all tasks are completed with ease.
From “get by” attitudes, bad habits grow,
and I’ll readily admit I’m hard to please.



“The pursuit of perfection often impedes improvement”.
George Will

Poet's Pot

Illusion inks illness 
Inevitably impedes ideal ideas 
Illuminating intentional indifference

Ever Changing Mind

The wind sweeps my soft soul away
A prayer and a kiss couldn’t prepare me to stay.
My silence impedes so loudly, with no end.
A lifetime of making amends could be my only friend.
A fault and a flaw are the results of my ever changing mind,
To live sensibly, leaving my troublesome wits behind. 
I will pick the scarlet roses in the garden at sunrise,
Bury them in my soul while the coldness in me dies

Blame Starbucks

An article on the internet says
a recent review of roughly 100 studies
notes that while caffeine enhances+
physical, cognitive and motor performance, 
boosts short-term memory, problem solving,
decision making and concentration,
it eliminates a key portion of the
creative process. Caffeine gives a coffee
drinker pinpoint focus, but it doesn't allow
the mind to wander.
And a recent study showed losing focus
helps inspire creative solutions.
It impedes the ability to go into deep sleep, 
which diminishes emotional intelligence, 
constructive thinking and the ability
to cope with stress,
It blunts the ability to solve problems 
and draw connections between
unassociated information.

Hold on a minute, while I refill my cup
and think of where I want to go
with the rest of this poem…
sip, ahhh! Roll my eyes a little…
Hmmm… hold on... um... err...
Nope, it just ain’t happening…

Copyright
Vol Lindsey
6/17/2013

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