Long Disconnecting Poems
Long Disconnecting Poems. Below are the most popular long Disconnecting by PoetrySoup Members. You can search for long Disconnecting poems by poem length and keyword.
Her name was Linda, and she was born in Rosario, Argentina.
His name was Luther, and he was born in Xinghua, China.
Both Linda and Luther were children of Americans. They
both were born while their parents served in the military. *
They could not have been born in places farther apart. Rosario
and Xinghua are separated by 12,425 miles**. Yet, Linda and
Luther met in the Mid-Western city of Chicago, Illinois, USA.
Countries and Continents apart, they fell in love and married.
From worlds apart, they had joined in unity and became one.
For years, their marriage was held tightly together by love.
Flavored by that love, the word 'We' became their unifier. That is
until they allowed two other disconnecting words to enter their
connected lives. Like slowly dropping snowflakes on cold winter days,
two words subtly drifted in and completely covered their 'We Word'
with other words.
Their 'We Word' became feeble, and could not weather the storms of life.
It was as if they not only lost sight of their 'We Word', but it seems
their own names of Linda and Luther were exchanged for the words, 'I' and 'You'. 'I' never seemed to see eye to eye with 'You', and neither could 'You' see eye to eye with 'I'. Both physically and maritally, Love, symbolized by
the 'We' Word", had brought them so close together. But selfishness,
symbolized by the 'I' and 'You' Words, had torn them apart, and in an
emotional and spiritual sense, sent them much farther apart than 12,425 miles.
102322PS
*Fiction
**What are the 2 farthest points on Earth?
Rosario Argentina to Xinghua China:
19 996 km (12 425 mi) Lu’an China
to Río Cuarto Argentina:
19 994 km (12 424 mi)
xing.industrialmill.com/what-is-the-farthest-point-south-on-the-earths-surface/
oh, the irony...
glued
to electronic devices
designed to foster
connectedness,
yet the yawning gulf
between relationships
w i d e n
as a result.
with technology overuse,
far too many become
increasingly isolated.
with lips pressed
against cell phones,
fingertips
tap-dancing
on keyboards
as minutes
elongate to hours;
we grow oblivious
to the world around us:
ringing phones,
ticking clocks,
chirping birds,
loved ones
calling out to us
go unheard;
undivided attention
denied
to acquaintances,
friends,
even family members...
is it any wonder
we misspend time
electronically plugged in?
what has happened
to face-to-face communication?
what a world of difference
it makes
temporarily disconnecting
to r e e s t a b l i s h
the human connection.
9 Am, You wake. Not to be at work so you wont be late. No, but to put your fist up not to pray, But to go toe to toe with a enemy that never goes away. Arms and legs feel like concrete, The spinel cord is shot with a steel rode. Eyes red and lids weigh a ton, the deep breath you take knowing youre up before the sun.
Steps taken to the kitchen for those who dont drink coffee, each step disconnecting the roots and chains from the bed. Screams from your throat fall on dreaf shoulders, eyes roll and the list gets longer. Hugging your cup of tea lile the only light you see. Many things keeps your hands busy, hobbies that have been built around your cloud. Washing your face and brushing your teeth, make sure youre presentable to the world. Bed, blanket, pillow and sleep. These things you say to yourself on repeat.
You took your meds, you do your chores, you clean the place and your mind is saying "IGNORE THE SORES AND LOSE THIS WAR!" You shrug it off and keep moving, the things that makes you happy are being done. But before you can blink, the sky is dark and the day has ended. Exhausted and feeling guilty, " you didnt do anything! " you mind makes you aware of the things you didnt do. But you know as soon as you get to sleep you know the plan, to get up and fight again at 9am.
Between hours from morn to sundown
I drift in a place of nowhere--
and though birdsongs seemingly coo
“It’s alright; you are young"
frailties leave me wanting
each and every move that twines us.
These doleful eyes hide away
behind a cloud of ebon shades,
expressing numbness or
is it vulnerability quite undone
when melancholia seethes, aimless---
our world, our co-owned pledge
disconnecting us from a language
now unknown like torn ampersand.
I press my hand on a montage
and wonder about all possibilities,
yet times flit along zones once alive
only to bury dreams, unless unless...
````
Your Best Free Verse 2020 Contest
For John Hamilton
Written 5/19/2020 Re-Submitted 5/24/2020
"The talk before the walk" Love Caution
Make me understand how you are able to break my heart before dating you?
You took my breath away and l know ours beat in sync we are a rhythm constructed by destiny.
I do not have answers and so do you , why let linger for longer knowing you will disappoint?
Love hurts either way but it is worth it ? Are you worth it? Perhaps l am asking for the impossible like looking for a needle in a hay stack only time can tell what we are.
At the same time like prime time it's getting swarthy the picture we hesitate to paint the image disconnecting from the frame .
If we dive in then let it be damn the consequences life is too short you might win to lose but only if you fail to try .
The paradox to life is the one we all can't escape or begin to comprehend and that's the truth so at the same time we might as walk away before the scratches.
I know this is temporary
But it doesn’t ease the pain,
Faking who I am for now
Pushing those feelings down again.
The repercussions of doing this
Already fills my head with doubt,
Forcing myself to be present
When I just want to sit this one out.
I can’t pre-empt the future
But if I’m just going from my past,
My world will crash all over again
And I’ll be feeling like an outcast.
If I’ve had the strength to fake this
Why can’t I do this everyday?
I know I possibly could but
It’s exhausting in every possible way.
This disconnecting feeling
Is making my world feel quite small,
Friends and family become strangers
As I build up this impenetrable wall.
Although moon glints, I am inconsolable
This womb, your harbor
Nourished by splendor of days, nights
While we wait in anticipation for life...
Fifteen weeks it is, come evening
As I imagine a baby so pure
Dwindling her toes, chuckling aloud:
Till your pulse beat slips ticks away
As my voice quietly murmurs,
'Rachel, fight the gush,
Your pink cradle waits for you at home.'
I wail through hours, ripped by breaths forlorn
The navel's cord
Disconnecting in the thorn of frozen silence,
When labor pains my body endures
Nothing to gain, everything to lose
Duskfall wakes, new morn vanishes:
Looking at you on gauzy sheets
The ghost of emptiness rears--
Depriving a cradle of laughter unborn
That I cannot imagine an angel winging,
O not now...
Not when I ache and moan unto heaven, aggrieved ~
Contest of john lawless, Let 'Er Rip Part #2
~ Based on my first cousin's experience
12/14/2018
Speaking of climate health
and multicultural wealth,...
Yes. You have a question?...
Were you here for our previous session?...
No, I mean our most recent dialogue,
published just before this one....
OK.
Well, we were speaking of,
while deep listening to,
natural health systems
and spiritually nurturing ecopolitical wealth networks....
Natural climate health
and spiritual,
multiculturing conservational
conversational wealth,
of whole organic
open living systems
temporally unidirectional,
yet spacetime ZeroZone multilaterally
polypathic leftbrain
and polyphonic rightbrain....
Yes.
Thank you for your questions.
Anyone else?
OK, so I will assume those still present
and silently contemplating
were here for our prior guided dialogue
about non-violent communication
with religious rightwing dualists
fundamentalists
evangelically leftbrain dominant
monoculturally sinful and/or ignorant
Of a crucial difference,
severance,
double-binding oppositional bipolar divide,
a barrier to mutually helpful communication
we experience
between a sacred, theological experience
of reconnecting
reknotting
religion
And a secularized natural ecological relationship
of disconnecting
segregated
degenerating
privileged
violently closed
monoculturally supremacist
anti-religious dogmatic theory
of supremely autonomous anthropocentrism...
Yes,
like only humans
could live fully in Heaven
as on healthy Earth.
Which is much more about violently sinful nature
and fear of natural-spiritual sensory compassion
and closed system mortality
and anti-holistic
open handed eco-political democratic experience
within multicultural spirit optimization networks,
Leftwing/rightwing
bicamerally non-violent communication,
compassionate communion,
cooperative dialogue
restoring EarthTribe
natural health with spiritual wealth
democratic discernment
Speaking of climate health
and multicultural wealth....
Yes.
More, rather than less,
where we left off
in our prior right on
dialogical session.
If you can work, or go to school.
You will be allowed to. If not
how can you discover a non
spam or get rich scheme.
Promising to solve all of your
financial problems. "You can
earn $10,00 working from home."
I hung up my cell phone two
times.
Mary C. and I wanted to call
our mutual friend, Starshadow.
Who has self quarantined. But
on three occasions the robot
interrupted my personal my
Cricket cell phone. Because I
did not respond. They promised
to call me back within 42 or 48
hours. I will vote by disconnecting
the scam call.
Success at last! I was able to
call her and Mary dropped
off the sack lunch. Courtesy
of a Seventh Day Adventist
Church. Using the Central
Lutheran church's property.
The people did not know if
they would be back there
two weeks from last Sunday.
My friend Mary C and I will
not be attending any more
community meals in the
cities of Everett and Snohomish.
King and Snohomish Counties
are two of the most impacted
counties in the Evergreen State
of Washington.
Since all of the parks have been
shut down in Snohomish County
Washington. And mayor Cassie
Franklin has ordered Everett under
a lock down. President Donald
Trump is calling out the National
Guard for the State of Washington.
The State of Colorado has dispatched
300 doctors, nurses. and medical
assistants to the State of Washington.
And they have already arrived,
and are working.
The States of California, New York,
and I believe Illinois will also
have National Guards present
in their states as well.
Stay at home, stay safe.
Say your prayers, read your
Bibles and home devotionals
Attend your church's on-line
services if possible.
Air out your dwelling places,
if at all possible.
Love in Christ Jesus!
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 12, 2020
There's something
Special about May and me.
As we approach the end of May,
And as June at our doorsteps lay,
There's a thing or two I'd like to say.
From time to time along the line of life,
May has been a springboard,
A diving board,
A starting point,
A launching pad,
A gateway,
To a life of work and purpose,
Disconnecting me from childhood play.
May contains the dismay I felt on the day
of my dad's demise when I was 13.
May houses my graduations
From elementary, high school, and college.
May documents my final preparations for
My upcoming June wedding day.
May records the day I left home at 17
To start a life of my very own.
May reveals the priceless snapshot
Of mom, grandma, and my 8 younger
Siiblings waving goodbye to me.
As I think and muse about the month of May,
I am permiated by things that were sometime grey.
But I also see a key unlocking a host of precious memories. I tell you, There's really something special between May and me.