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The sheer amount of overflowing, fuming, fumbling feelings
Might explain or clarify the lack of my coherence
Hastily I’m jotting down the first thing I think up
Stretched out silence floods my ears, about to make the jump
I reminisce the way your hand held my hand like a trophy
Like rainfall your expression fell, you knew you couldn’t know me
I try to pry away the guilt, amends are their own trial
Biting the hand that feeds you is its own form of survival
The sky and sea connect and melt in static, stagnant beauty
It turns into a supercut, my pain is now a movie
I get to sit here and observe, as waves kiss rocks below me
They’ll hug my body nice and close, the water salty, foamy
I resent having to be patient when
that’s not a virtue I much value
Why can’t I enjoy being in love
oh yeah, because you’re not ready to
be that guy I long to please.
I resent that in the love department
part of you is a clumsy teenager
and you expect me to teach you
what you’ve never bothered learning.
I resent that you have trouble understanding
when all I do is clarify expectations
and I leave the rest to you.
I’m buying into the bull and promises
that you do want this to work ~
Bull because from this angle I see
a hot air balloon that is having
a hard time getting off the ground.
Lineku: 3 stanzas of 5-7-5 lines each line having 5 or 7 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
The entries relayed herein, are for your eyes
as they reveal and release my feelings and thinly veiled thoughts.
The mind tends to move so much more quickly
than the pen in hand.
You get the idea though
don't you?
As you read you may find it necessary
to reread and clarify the original intended thoughts.
But You get it right,
Or am I wasting time, ink, pen and paper?
No, certainly not a waste.
This helps me clearing and revealing
all I feel, ponder, experience and desire.
This is all I am
open for your eyes to see and read.
And in return I find,
by reading what you say and write
we share the heartaches, joy and pain.
RAIN
drizzle
splattering
leaky rubber boots
jumping into puddles
raindrops running down my cheeks
“water droplets obscure the skies”
(Clarity Pyramid)
04/10/2023
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Clarity Pyramid
Created by Jerry P. Quinn, a Clarity Pyramid is a poem consisting of two triplets and a single line (7 lines in all). Usually, this poem is center-aligned. The first triplet has 1, 2, and 3 syllables. The poem's title is the one-syllable word of the first triplet, which is in all capital letters, followed by a two-syllable line, and a three-syllable line, both of which clarify the definition of the poem or are synonyms for the title. The second triplet has 5, 6, and 7 syllables. Its design is based on a life event within the triplet which helps give a poetic view or outlook on the first line (title). The last line is eight syllables and is in quotations as this line contains a quote that defines the first word, your title.
You may well ask where am I,
Am I engaged or fully checked out,
Take a seat, happy to clarify,
Placate your mind, dispel any doubt.
I'm Biding my time and that's not a joke,
Giving the old guy time to implode,
He's senile and tired, befuddled and woke,
Any wires remaining will for sure overload.
The Border is crumbling, COVID runs wild,
Afghanistan gone, China supreme,
Kamala in hiding, lost and beguiled,
Progressives now surging their wishlist extreme.
Nancy grandstanding, Chuck babbling loud,
Cuomo shot down, who would have known,
Just goes to show it's good to be proud,
If your cover is solid and not wholly blown.
I'm mulling and watching disasters untold,
Inflation unbridled, crime running wild,
The Media's support from lukewarm to cold,
Uncle Joe's moods ever more riled.
Well may you ask why I seldom now speak.
The answer is simple and easy to grasp,
Time is my friend as you see week by week,
And eventually bites like a poisonous Asp.
I want to let you in on a secret.
It's a very
close,
sensitive
secret,
so you can't tell anyone.
I am not the person in my reflection.
I should clarify.
The image you see before you may have
bounced off my skin and
wandered through the dark tunnels of your pupils,
but it only presents my thinnest layer.
You catch my strands of cedar hair,
and though you may
press it,
twist it,
or tie it in a knot,
it is only a muddy veil for my inner thoughts
which boil deep within.
And though you hear my singing voice sweet
yet quiet as a canary in her glass cage,
you could never know the artillery of
my raging heart that goes:
BOOM
BOOM
BAH-BOOM
just under my chest. Or
the crimson jets which race
past titanium bones.
No, although you greet my eye
with each set and rise,
admiring what you know to be
bright mocha moons,
You could never truly imagine what
lies behind the dark side
of my hickory eyes.
This hearth and home, my ivory tower,
where in complete and thoughtful solitude
I daily think, then ponder and often brood
reflectively with creative power:
in the place where I fear not or cower,
where I, here dignified, feel understood;
where I sometimes am seized by raptured moods
that alter my loneliest, and darkest, hours;
and where, waves of pure bliss can clarify
and wash my confusion and gloom away,
filling me with an overpowering high,
a feeling of elation every day,
that only thoughts on God can magnify
and make perfect in the springtime of May.
What did You do
Lost without You
Believed in You
Where did You go
Telling people to trust You
Willing to serve You
But where are You
You’re not You
What happened
You’re not here
Full of stress
Stress to be relieved
Still believe in your power
Although my faith in You got lower
Thought You’re the greatest
Found You the lowest
People are dying
You’re not doing anything
Where are Your promises
Lost in Your promises
You said to wait
Now is the date
Rule over Your kingdom
Your land where You’re the King
Please tell them what You want
Leave not your creatures
Have pity on them
They need You
Feed them with Your love
Including the Higher powers
Explain that You also love them
That they’re not alone
You’re not here
Feel lost without You
Clarify Your intention
Authorize Your plan
Higher Power demonstrates the purpose
So that population understands
Grasp the difficulties
Termination of soul
Difficult judgment
Preferred situation
For life to go on
Enjoyed peacefully
There are times we feel lost.
Confused of the unknown.
In a crowded room..
we sometimes feel alone.
When there are times of loneliness.
When you need to feel, you belong.
Our Father's always there for us..
all lifelong.
Searching in your soul..
to find the right answer.
Loneliness can overwhelm..
it is a type of cancer.
Remember God is here.
You don't have to
look up to the sky.
God is in your heart..
He will help you get by.
The path we choose does matter.
We must try to do what's right.
God will clarify your questions..
He gives us second sight..
Know that he loves you.
God will never stray.
When your lost and all alone.
God will LEAD the Way.
She marks another birthday
by planting a flowering annual in a pot,
a forget-me-not for her forgetful mind.
Nowadays she primes herself
using visuals to clarify memories.
If at dawn, a pale moon lingers long enough
to marry a rising sun, she will dance alone,
a slow crazy dance, up in her high tower,
from there she can look across the rooftops
imagining routes and paths taken
the dwellings and bygone times, the loves,
that bloomed and wilted in that city
where she lived out her story.
Wide boulevards and dank back alleys
are stitched into a lacework of recollections;
some structures no longer there
return as landscapes printed on tissue paper.
She sees herself as a girl, a younger woman,
never as she is now.
If a bloom wilts before the years end,
she will sit by her upper window
looking for the morning sun to ignite
the pale moon of her eyes.
Then only does she dance -
her slow potted flower dance.