Long Rescue Poems
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I am stuck in this rut called life
Not going anywhere
People around me move forward
While I'm mired in despair
It's like swimming in a fish tank
Or walking in a cage
Where the only thing that's moving
is my increasing age
It's like running on a treadmill
In circles, going round
Weary of waiting and waiting
No change, no purpose found
I am caught in a strange quagmire
Not sinking in the slush
Nor coming out of this quicksand
Life is in no great rush
I am stuck in this rut called life
How longer should I wait?
Sometimes no answer is in sight
No rescue from this strait.
3rd April 2023
111 words
For Sotto poet's "Free submission" contest
I'd very much like to be excluded
Don't want to be part of your identity
Never see myself growing with you
For you are worse than an enemy
Whipping your own blood and flesh
Battling with wounds every single day
My screams are coated with tapes
As you dress me the best fear of all
Can hardly escape to these handcuffs
No emergency call to ask for rescue
For you have no mercy on me
That you even lock me out in my own room
Could not build my love and trust
Hatred and loneliness conquers my soul
I might be numb in every torture
But deep inside is more likely abused
My body is weary and need an understanding
Don't know when is pain going to end
For I'd like to take this life
Before he'll realize that he loses his child again
LeiStrauss2017
The man in the elevator had to get down at the ground floor
The elevator glided smoothly till the third floor
When about to get down, the man found to his great dismay
That the lift got stuck in the middle with all fellow travellers away
His heart began thumping fast, the air grew thicker
Drenched in sweat, he found his energy waning quicker.
Fear seized him and he couldn’t think of anything else
Losing control, a warmth running down his thighs, he did sense.
When the security staff finally came to rescue the fool
He was found squatting on the floor in a pool
He had peed on his trousers, and accepting all blame
Felt relieved to be out of that cage, though at the risk of shame.
I see you.
kneeling beside those stray dogs’ cages, at the pound, on your weekends off, hands through wire, whispering love into ears that had only known silence or shouting. You didn’t ask for anything in return. You just showed up, over and over again, because your heart ached for what had been unloved, unwanted, unseen.
You knew what it felt like to be lonely.
And so you loved the stray dogs no one else stayed for.
That heart of yours—it’s pure. Soft. Brave. It made the world gentler for every soul it touched.
But my love…
It’s not your job to heal what bites you.
It’s not your job to stay in cages with those who won’t leave them.
It’s not your job to bleed so someone else can learn what love looks like.
That’s not love. That’s captivity with good intentions.
You deserve to be held the way you hold others:
Gently.
Steadily.
Without fear of being snapped at when you reach out in tenderness.
It’s okay to want someone to be okay. It’s beautiful, even.
But not at the cost of your safety. Not at the cost of your soul.
You are not here to fix broken ones who do not choose healing.
You are here to rise.
To rest.
To feel safe in your own skin.
To walk in peace, with someone who loves you in the soft and the strong, without needing to wound you to feel close.
So today, rescue yourself.
Step out of the cage.
Close the gate behind you.
You were never meant to live there.
Within the common (all purpose room)
at highland manor apartments aye
daily encounter, one bewitchingly dreaded
fiendishly horrible, jeeringly loopy,
nap noopy, pugnaciously ravenous, talon
viciously wizened, xenophobic yeti, zapping
zeroing zillion zippers,
zoned Zuckerman alley bye
barred doors fate helplessly jury-rigged
sealed with with plaintive cry
no escape known to this man caught
in a deadly voodoo clutch,
thus doomed to die
ugly cannibalistic, frightful,
heathen rumors myopic eyes espy
alarmed at feeling trapped
akin to a wingless fly
tapping reserves of scape goat
coping techniques ingenuity,
which earned me moniker "fall guy"
where accursed cruel destined exit
from getting husked, issued
jagged lance like mandibles "hi
there unknown weekly reader", I
pray for super leftist
write hand man/woman to extricate
(via whipping up literary poetic fabrication),
then joining me to sing jai
(let victory prevail against killer odds)
perhaps summoning division
of British shiver rights phalanx,
hood reply with Hackneyed "oh kai"
springing surprise rescue,
sans swooping inside
this hermetically faux prison,
where Matthew Scott Harris doth lie,
yet realistic to accept my
demise without putting up
a good fight well nigh
but... if luck finds thee plucking this bard
(out maws of death) be treated to custom
ye will be rewarded with pie
ala mode enjoying a Quai
yet moment...yeah...fading hope...sigh!
I will minister to my neighbor
I am the Lord’s instrument to minister to my neighbor
I will succor them that stand in need of my succor
Help me O Lord to serve my neighbor
I shall give love to those in need
I will show that love by word and deed
O Lord, I will love my brother
I will speak kind words to my brother
I will wipe away my neighbor’s tears
I will awake my neighbor to good cheers
I will cheer up the sad
And make him feel glad
Help me O Lord, to speak gentle words to the heart filled with anger
I will administer my substances to those in need
I will pray for those in need
I will seek the wandering sheep
Father, give me love that is deep
That I may rescue the wandered sheep
I am a Shepherd to the Lord’s flock
I will feed his flocks
I will be diligent to know the State of my flocks
And look well after my herd
I will extend my ministering to the dead
And bring blessing upon my head.
O Lord, I will minister as thou hast
Thou smiled at and forgave people
Thou talked with and listened to people
Thou walked with and made time for people
Thou encouraged and fed people
Thou taught and served people
Thou invited and reached out to people
Oh, thou art set example for me to follow
Thou want me to grow
I will allow thy love in me to glow
O Lord, keep my heart aglow
I will help thine kingdom to grow
I will help others to grow
O Lord let the Spirit of Elijah flow
Let the desire to seek for my ancestors grow
Let the desire to help them grow
O Lord, I will minister as thou hast ministered
I will minister with all my heart.
Trapped in my own life,
My thoughts are vague.
Lost in moments, I flip a page,
Skimming through to find solace.
Shadows of ruin blur my sight,
An illusion of wandering through the darkest nights.
Time passes by, it waves wearing a frown,
In depths of deep waters, I drown.
A hand to my rescue,
Yet the tide denies me fortune.
The jury's treachery,
Fuelling my wallow in misery.
Finding a way with nothing, alone
Fighting my way through to discover the unknown.
I am a character in the mix of this drama,
Navigating the plot where twisted lines reach the climax.
Perceiving life as a poet,
I capture this solitude into a verse.
From within the theme, I uncover my worth,
Rerouting for my rebirth.
Are you persuaded enough
that there's nobody
more special than your best friend?
Josh was that guy being liked
for his trustworthy character,
and although he had a disability,
he kept giving his best by far...
making everybody proud of him,
including his dad!
Josh, our goalie, took the position
of a center pass, he loved to score a goal, the others
including me stood within the half of the defending goal,
keeping our eyes on the rolling ball, being fair,
never breaking any rules not resorting to violence;
our coach watched us closely
making sure we avoided any occurrence!
Once Josh was in trouble,
I came to his rescue:
I intentionally bumped
into the adversary player,
so he couldn't score
and shout his victory;
seldom I broke any rules,
but doing it for Josh wasn't unfair.
I helped him win and hearing him laugh
made me extremely happy;
yes, Josh's win was also mine
and our team couldn't agree more!
I didn't expect to get caught for cheating
and causing harm to the other goalie,
I was suspended for breaking the rules
and they kept me off the hockey game
for the next season; I wasn't truly sorry,
because I did a good deed for a friend with a disability,
and despite the coach's anger, I chose to take the blame
and give Josh a huge win: he was very grateful for it!
Entered in Regina McIntosh contest,
" The High Road Poetry Contest "
written on 10/11/2021
The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I stroke in Technicolor
Only to see it erased, again
It is no more real than the specters
haunting my thoughts.
Still I stumble around searching;
hues of hope hover out of reach
as these low-lying clouds
cast a pall-- blinding me to joy.
Perhaps, I'm trapped
in Tim Burton's sketch board;
these monoliths of grotesque
caricature evidence such.
At every turn there is a new one,
popping out of the mists.
Large, unmoving blocks of black granite
ring me like Stonehenge-- surrounded--
Leaving me wandering this maze of dark surrealism.
Glimpses of color reveal themselves
in the distance through the shroud,
ephemera teasing my senses.
Blow! benign zephyrs;
sweep away the haze
invading my peace.
Rescue me the confines
of my self-induced prison.
Let me walk in daylight, once again.
Disoriented and departed from passing terra forma,
I sink further into the Sea of Tranquility.
As corroded chains of my existence dissipate,
What once tethered my soul to Gaia's gifts
Drifts aimlessly in the abyss of space,
Freezing as they pass me by.
Shards of ice sparkle like crystals upon their surface—
The only illumination against a bitter, lonely backdrop.
Without warning, I hear the beeping of my oxygen tank blaring.
Looking down, it says less than five percent.
Within mere minutes, deprivation will set in.
Before I black out completely,
The hope of rescue is no longer imminent.
It's now time to make peace with all that I regretted.
I peer out into infinity,
Praying I won't just burn out like a long-forgotten star.
It's getting harder to breathe now.
I can feel carbon dioxide flood my lungs.
Fear courses like waves crashing against the shore.
As the needle touches zero, taking in my few last breaths,
I separate soul from corporeal form
And float amongst endless galaxies.