Long Inflating Poems
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You dig into my skin with your claws of distrustful disdain
Why don’t you welcome the Healing rain?
I promise that it will wash away the troublesome pain
That bullies you to the extreme – try, darling, try to remain sane,
Yet, I still feel for you…I have been driven insane
By the fact that I have been left behind…
I was that one insecure, sad child…
Don’t give me the cold shoulder…please don’t hurt me…I know I am not your kind
I am not your kind…but I am kind and mild…
I was once that dense, wild, immature child, carelessly doing whatever he wanted to do…
Until I met you…out of the blue, I knew you were lost and alone too…
How did I know you were coming down with the love flu?
We both wanted love to feel right…we wanted to be accepted…we wanted to be embraced with one-of-a-kind affection…
The passions, pounding pleasurably into our mind’s tranquil eye…we didn’t know our foolishness was another form of corruption…
Say goodbye to bliss that once said its vows to me...my heart is throbbing with endless fright...
Strife is knitting in every verse…I lost my train of thought, feeling worthless, but that’s nothing new…
My soul is crying out for your attention…there’s a hole in my contrite heart; though shame embraced me long ago, I’m still willing to search around for your other shoe…
Let’s face it – you're just another abominable sin, making me feel vulnerable and downcast…are you a sheep in wolf’s clothing? The truth is becoming black and white…
You were my black long hearse,
Running me over with your cold-blooded ignorance…
No one or anything in this wretched world ever felt much worse…baleful dilemmas start to rehearse (double doubts and abhorred avarice; but, nevertheless – there’s more grand land to explore)
I was twirling around in my sugar-coated trance…
I caught a glimpse at you, daydreaming relentlessly…you are a graceful gift, not a corrupt curse (that sends guilt into my numbed noggin… I’m no longer kissing the abyss; in other words, the sentiments of hopelessness doesn’t intimidate me anymore)
I am cursed...a heart like mine is broken...dark angel, sorrow is not the answer...so rehearse...our exquisite love oath…we welcome the halo-shaped sun…the dazzling, astonishing auras, surrounding your body, deflating and inflating like a kid’s red balloon…
It’s endless.
The words pour out of bodyless lips; honey oozing onto my burning, sheathed wounds.
Am I what they tell me I am?
The question expands through my membranes, inflating my insides until I detonate with the black of their degradation.
The sugarcoated insults hang in the air.
The sweetness intoxicates my silence until the noise implodes, a deliberate provocation to the vacuum of my consciousness.
I don’t want to be what they tell me I am.
Though, the vast, eternal plea for empathy betrays the feigning, defiant arch of my brow.
The hair follicles echo my hallucination of faith.
I wish for anything but the death of my soul;
A lack of voice.
From the first filling nascent puff
love’s breath buoyed a ring, filial…
Onward floating where the hearts go
and hands cling during a stormy sea ~
To lift the sinking 'n offer benevolent
anodyne alms easing terrors of aqua
threatening to drown in bereavement ...
Inflated again, waits for a tsunami
on which to ride to placid scenario…
New waves toss and turn till benign ~
Deflated many times when pierced,
ended ties that stabbed once/twice…
Voyaging closely, my true two of luv…
In their re-inflating exhales, have I
come afloat again to remain kinetic
evermore, as their floatation device ~
(8/21/2022 - For 'The Meaning of Love' Contest)
I netted a word today
spritzing in the back of mind,
examined it from angles:
politically, like stars and spangles
rhythmically, like Mr. Bojangles
spiritually, like sin~ the foolish soul
entangles
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Some writes simply
start that way, a little
prick, a piercing needle,
a little sip, then a bigger swig --
from a simple plan with
a hopping step~ to a stomping, glorious
gig! --
A bee of thought
from silent hive astray
a buzzing syllable
with small fanning wings
jolting every colony senator
with shocking, new contagious
temblor
till the whole damn swarm
takes alacritous notice --
the poet begins an inflating rock...
bursting out joyfully~ his pen verse
singing!
I swear the seagull’s cry
Mimics the tantrum
Of a waddling toddler in diapers
Who’s stepped on a thorn on shore
I listen from a distance
Not my trouble
How many perfect sticks have I thrown to Torch Lake
That have escaped the interest of my dog?
Maybe those temptations will reunite
Far away near the Yacht Club
Gathered and tied together
To make their own salvation raft
Ignore ignore these problems
I fit into the blue wavy famous
Lake Gogebic back float
Of my boyhood father
My head at rest a nest of drowned feathers
Van Gogh’s Earth inflating my lungs
Toes like nipples to the mouth of the hot sun
Ears cuffed by the loping waves
A glint
I must look like to others
Who wonder and worry with binoculars
How I am alive out here yet swallowed
By him.
As the day turned
Fighting Irish were certainly concerned
Waiting for a meeting
With an Aloha greeting
Aggies promoting the lone star
Trying to clear the collegiate hardwood bar
Hoping something is left in their athletic jar
But when morning shines
No one can decline
Way back east
Main course turkey feast
First a holiday parade
Wanting a good grade
Balloons inflating
Celebrity gobbling about who they are dating
As singers and dancers
Display answers
During an entertaining show
To welcome Father Christmas, you know
Then for some
When Philly and New York are done
Where do they go for some fun
Motor city
Looking ever so pretty
Lions, bears
Featuring a wild life battle that should be fair
Only to be replaced
When the cowboys and raiders take the space
Giving a reason to hold a family dessert race
As the moon uses its lighted lunar pen
One must legally defend
Dropping a French Quarter
Tempting the reporter
Being told to keep their story shorter
Explaining about the saints and bills
Using photogenic stills
Saying anything at will
Trying to close a mystery
Haunting history
Started where one gambles on sins
Concluded when voodoo proclaim who wins
Allowing US to sleep
Counting sheep
Not needing to issue a peep
About why once we all needed to weep
Due to the actions from a creep
Attending a parade in the street
Having anger from the Russian bear who was a lion
Service and democracy he was, not buying
Acting like a cowboy
Raiding the festive joy
To pay the bills
A saint he was forced to kill
Do not worry about tomorrow
And any information horror
Take two steps back
Use tact
Enjoy Thanksgiving
And embrace living
the blog wars
hiding beneath and behind
the tufted heads of the nine tailed cats
awaiting the unsuspected entry
of inane innocence at large
devious despoilers – these demons
perfections faulted protectors
exacting a price they cannot pay
holding an ideal as a weapon
denying the truth of a single beauty
because it stands among so many
mocking the buds of beauty’s quest
as inept imposters to the throne
sticking the thorns of jealous roses
into the hearts of blooming daisies
hiding in the bulrushes of ego’s
self inflating fallacy
yet still intruders crash the gates
bold interlopers plodding onward
toiling in the trenches of a dream
unfazed by guardians failing scheme
John G. Lawless
10/12/2015
submitted to – Best October Poem – Poetry Contest
sponsor – SKAT A
I breathe in sunshine
to breathe through rain.
I breathe in laughter
to breathe through pain.
I breathe in and up
to breathe down thru-out.
I breathe in language
to breathe my lyrics.
I breathe inside
to breathe through all sides.
I breathe in DNA distinctive You
to breathe through RNA instinctive We.
I breathe in LeftHemisphere verbal Me
to breathe through RightHemisphere
co-passionately encultured We.
I breathe inflating ego space,
to breathe conflating,
double-binding,
ecosystemic time.
I breathe in convex information
to breathe through concaving
co-arising dissonant exformation.
I breathe economic wealth expansion
to breathe through ecological decomposition,
political purgation,
health contractions.
I breathe in convex Ego's Plan A
highway
to breathe through concave Eco's balancing Plan B
bilateral silent say.
I breathe in zen zero nondual form,
to breathe through Yang/Yin
Win/Win co-arising function.
I breathe in what wealthy matters [+PolyNomial]
to breathe through optimally healthy
double-dark energy [(-,-) PolyCultural]
I breathe in 0-soul enlightened theorems
to breathe through 0-sum economically full-living
cooperative experiences.
I breathe in rich nutritional health and well-being
to breathe through nurturing wealth and wellness.
I breathe in ego-Win!
to breathe through not-not eco-win.
I breathe
to breathe through you,
as us.
I breathe in transparent-mirror ego purpose
to breathe out eco-seeds of regenerative meaning.
I breathe in monolithic yangy yes
to breathe through multicultural not
not yintegrity yet.
The family and living planet that breathe out together
stay in to gather.
The family, planet, that doesn't,
well...hmmm... isn't.
Our nation - at a crossroads now
With intersecting planes
Of concepts much at odds somehow -
Exacerbating strains.
The Democrats perplexities:
A "Heart without a Head"
Explains irrationalities -
(Dysfunction - simply said).
Republican proclivities:
A "Head without a Heart"
Explains their personalities -
(Flatlines on MDs charts).
Both play the same devout "blame game"
With terse polemics wrought
As zealots on both sides proclaim
Their hyperbolic thoughts.
They come and go yet most remain,
Though times change in due course,
And seem to think it's their domain -
Their livelihood resource.
And, money flows and money goes
Awash in large amounts
But how, from where, no accounts show;
Just smoke and mirrors doubts.
With most seats safely in the till
Few voters needs to heed,
Instead exert, exhort their will
On things inflating greed.
Then, how do we comport with this
Vast wasteland so immense?
We wax and wane and turn and twist -
It's our experience.
When we play
Either I need to win more
Or Other needs to lose
without getting quite so sore,
Our entertainment screens offer escape
into alternative ego identified images,
Respite from feeling "loser" identity concerns,
issues postponed while immersed in technological silos
away from Earth's sacred ecology
embracing win/win sanctuary.
Lost in our dominating indoor
on screen
apartness,
we forget to touch
feel
smell
taste
know
hear
see
reflect
reassuringly hug our own skeleton-framed selves
playing DNA healthy speciated games
as win/win co-passioning specialists.
We forget to reinvest
in dipolar co-arising conversations
while distracted by ego-inflating gossip,
light entertainment at unlistening Other's victimless expense,
criticizing Other's obvious lack of win/win co-redemptive wisdom,
while fueling,
feeding and watering
our own win/lose complaining
and other unmindful lose/lose unlistening
to win/win communion's
more co-passionate opportunities.
We can program
a right-brain bell
for win-left/win-right co-passion
in our dipolar co-arising processor
of incoming/outgoing in/ex-formation,
as every breath and bicameral heart-beat listens
to emotion's motions
to stop lose/lose
to go back
to our win/win bicameral think/feel/rethink
listening zero-zone skeletal identities.
Digestive systemic ego-breathing in yang
and out yin
to release win/lose toxic tensions,
lack of win/win nutritionally creative intention
in our left-brain dominant bodies
and our redemptive co-present right minds
as we curiously,
yet courageously,
continue our win/lose inside role play.