Long Disturbance Poems

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Premium Member Halloween Is Fun

A weird disturbance in the belfry….werewolves or worse?
Batwing held on a bit tighter to her bulging old purse.
Count Dracula’s red eyes bounced open in morbid surprise.
Spooky goblins chasing ghouls. Gargoyles smiles are on the rise.

October is the month for things to be slightly amiss.
The ebony toad hops away from warm cauldron’s kiss.
Witches on wispy broomsticks, showing off strange tricks.
Coffin sleepers glory in trick-or-treating shticks.

Magic in the air, anticipatory sheen.
What day is it daughter? Of course it’s Halloween.
Grab your mask, your costume and orange madness boots.
The owls are all atwitter, hooting pumpkin shoots.
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member Finding Home

Finding Home
                by Odin Roark

So temporary
Earth's tabled destiny

The shifting tectonics of time
only know continuous evolution
rendering today's attachment
but tomorrow's adjusted divide

Most sense not
when disturbance begins
when spilled milk begins to teach
when failure signals wisdom

From cradle to grave
conditioning grows unabated
advancing through
preschool
elementary
middle
high
higher
finally granting
one's very own onion skin
reality's tenuous admission ticket

Perfect job
Do this
Lose that

Perfect relationship
Enjoined
Divorced

Unexpected seismic shifts erupt
innate calculations run asunder
passion's molten flow
fuses heart and mind

Eternity awaits
shackles melt free
unhappiness exits
flames cleanse bodily disease

Atop etheric wonder
smoke and cloud
transport ecstasy's confetti

seeking the first breeze to nowhere
the embracing calm of everywhere

Here

Existence sans time
day and night merge
with all that
was
is
and
will
ever
be

Welcome home
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Killing of One Hundred and Fifty Million Years

another typical day, with feet on the ground
ordering the hedge to meet my image of trim
many measured bits fall before the cutting edge
casual thoughts detach, is there anybody in ?

then some mental inner disturbance jangles
with corresponding jig, nerves rip in deeper
following the run of a stalk, the hang of a sprig
so prune the untidy and unwelcome creeper

movement to the side of my eye is caught
something is scared, behind dense vegetation
the fast beating breast of a baby brown bird
frantic flutter flash, demented aggravation

descends to the pavement in fear driven escape
panic ruptures in flood from a half sliced-off wing
chest partly open, feathers flecked red with blood
cupped warm in my hand, young life does cling

grim realisation, fledgling with no hope
pressure leaking, ebbing from a dying heart
but then our eyes meet, answers it is seeking
where's my mum, when can my flying lessons start?'

the deed is now done, the light that shone has gone out
just the salt of my tears at this horrible juncture
the killing of one hundred and fifty million years
and this clumsy ape's evolutionary puncture

undiluted guilt, too much concentration to bear
to forgive and assuage, soothing rational thought
replacement anger and even more depressing rage
bombs target children when careless wars are fought

imagine that child, in screaming terrified terror
in mortal trouble, reduced to core instinct base
an external world has turned your home into rubble
where's my mum, why can't I see her familiar face?'
© Ian Love  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member The Lens of the Universe

science zoom in on a disturbance
science zoom in on a lens of the universe
science disturb the lens of the universe
science create or disturb the lens of the universe
science create or zoom in on the lens of creativity
creativity zoom in on creativity
creativity is a lens of creativity

the universe create the lens of creativity
disturbance zoom in on disturbance
to zoom is to zoom in on creativity
a world create the lens of a world
a global world is a global lens
creation is a global world
a lens is a global lens

a lens is a global lens of the universe
creation is a global lens of creation
creation is a global lens of the universe
creativity create creativity
a lens of creativity is a lens of the universe
creativity disturb creativity
disturb is disturbing creativity

Premium Member Show Me God

Why look to the heavens, in skies yonder
Simply ceasing striving, enter silence
Be still awhile and on this point ponder
Let’s consign lower mind to decadence
Then soft attention harks divine cadence
Blossoming in heart, beauteous love hues
Feel oh hermit, our heart’s innate vibrance
God’s here now within, so what’s our excuse

Man stands against man, all hearts asunder
Why did we choose the path of violence
Animal urge, dragging us down under
Were we not born free, in pure innocence 
Desire indulgence caused soul’s disturbance 
Feebly succumbing to ego spawned ruse
Listening not to voice of our conscience 
God’s here now within, so what’s our excuse

Live life in astonishment and wonder
Feel scent of love in each breath’s ambience
Shifting to heart, choosing love touch tender
Bliss bubbles burst forth in effervescence 
We reclaim thus our soul’s luminescence 
Standing erect, as with bliss throbs we fuse
When comes alive, our heart’s inner sentience
God’s here now within, so what’s our excuse

Divine aligned, we shine in full brilliance
As love in love with love, God is our muse
Upon Him let’s place, our full reliance
God’s here now within, so what’s our excuse

23-January-2022
god
Form: Ballade


Friday of March 2019

It was a Friday when I first encountered a panic attack. I was sitting still and then I wasn't. I could feel my heart cracking. I swear I heard it break. I could also hear my body crying for help as it shook, slowly at first and with an alarming disturbance after. It was a Friday when I realized that I was lonely, wanting to cry but failing to even let my emotions out. My bones, now making their way up, in my throat, wanting to come out. I was prepared, I was ready, but I was also dying. It was a Friday when I first felt how desperation and loneliness have a thin line in between. I was desperate, I needed love, I also needed a human touch. It was a Friday when I lost all hopes of finding love as I slept alone through the night, tossing and turning, building up scenarios that might never happen. It was a Friday when I first encountered a panic attack, today is a year after and I still don't know how to deal with it.
Form: Narrative

My Dark Side For The Dark People Remember Who I Am

You became a narcissist entitled manipulative and lazy 
you began to lie so much you did it on the daily 
wooing people over as you told them their own story 
knowing things you need to say so others do not worry 

Maximise the first impression and engage authority 
fit your friends into the role of being helpful property 
envision there’s a hierarchy with you on top the tree 
and should you feel there’s challengers gaslight obsessively

You’re all about manipulating the place and the person 
you’ll get people to talk as your attention does desert them 
but often they don’t notice as their talking not observing 
and you want the attention that the rest are undeserving 

Grandiose self obsessed vein and most Important 
needing to control the whole environment you’re perched in 
and everyone around you must obey your instant urges 
pushing all the boundaries without a feeling of disturbance 

But we grew up together and I’m so aware of you 
and because you think you’re better you underestimate me too 
I also like to build you up doing the things I do 
manipulate the unimportant believing you can’t lose 

For when you aim at me with the consequences certain 
start performing as you do to find I pull the curtain 
when you do the things you do you’ll be the one left hurting 
when every plan you’ve ever used will no longer be working 

slander me to win the people who I do not need 
And you’ll discover no one’s there after the sympathy 
after attention you’ve receive you’ll still have nobody 
and you won’t have the ego feed because you won’t have me 

And though you diss me you will miss me and wish me back around 
but I’ll be stating little things your nightmares are about 
for you will never see me I will haunt you with the sound
you think you can manipulate, I’m gonna steal your crown
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Rain's Innocent Guilt

Rain's Innocent Guilt
                   by Odin Roark

So simple
Creation's reflective miniscule
Gathering force at will
Sprinkling nourishment
Sharing its cleansing
Wanting only growth

Such is the mission
Of Nature's most immaculate
The raindrop
Carrier of so many purposes

Inculpable its essence
Being not of calamitous desire
Yet collected by forces undesired
Often Tropical disturbance
Or typhoons
Hurricanes

So faultless
Its guilt

While we admonish it presence
Water spotting our car washes
Spoiling our vacation weekends
Plummeting our gardens
We ignore its due respect

Perhaps...

Embracing the small creature-less life
Might enable this E. T. of Nature's family
Dreaming only of making our lives better
A supportive existence among
Its dedicated landscape

Still

We argue its overwhelming presence
Even as its ancestors of Arctic and Antarctic
Plead for genealogical respect

We continue to deny its nemesis
Man's natural self destruction
Trying to hide behind inept rationale
For some
So easy to deny
For all
Impossible to avoid
© Odin Roark  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Beauty of the Beast

There is always such beauty one
finds in a woman
Even that to which she finds in
herself can be enticing
Her love brighter than yonder stars,
strong as a man's soul
Yet the touch of her curves drive a
man insanely wild
What is it about love so strong, essence of her fragrance alone is love itself
Tenderness of her soul fragile
but boldly built
Her juices drip not even that
of a tear should fall
Love of a true woman only
respect earns loyalty
But only love gains access to
hardened heart

Her mind quiet,her motives untamed by disturbance
Beauty of the Beast,to love is
to be devoured
Heat of her passion be strong wrath and blood drip
But her mind, her heart saids take
me and love me
Feel my inner soul's darkness and
demons rule there
Love with caution the signs warn

My Family

year nineteen sixty 
                                   killed in language disturbance
                                           my lovely father

                                         he left five offspring 
                                   my two sisters three brothers  
                                          along with mother 

                                          uncle looked after
                                     he was of mixed character
                                       sweet sour both given

                                          my eldest brother
                                        more than a politician 
                                          tries to unrest me

                                           all have families
                                      good with two sisters only
                                        two sons God's given 

                                        one's sound engineer
                                      very new in Music's field
                                          resides at Mumbai

                                             other's Ll.M
                                   just passed ready for practice 
                                         now He is with me 

                                        my lovely house wife
                                     cooks food and enjoys T.V
                                            i write poetry  

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Form: Haiku

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