Long Tension Poems
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You feel that tension deep within your soul,
momento mori, you are on a clock,
inside are many stories to be told,
but within your mind they seem firmly locked.
The energy to take them, make them words,
drains away with the weakness of the flesh,
trying to make them real sometimes just hurts,
and what you write reeks with the stink of death.
You look at it and know, it’s just not there,
the story a check that your brain can’t cash,
can drive creative minds to real despair,
what seemed so special just comes out as trash,
makes you question your vocation, and yet
uninspired, you can still crap out sonnets.
Release me from this anger
Release me from this state
Release me from temptation
Release me from this hate
Something snaps in my so called mind
Frustration builds, tension mounts
Scream so much my veins collapse
Horrible thoughts, demons all about
Good but even more evil
Pointing fingers, blaming others
I can't stop until someone gets hurt
It's my fault, hate smothers
Release me from this anger
Release me from this state
Release me from temptation
Release me from this hate
Cold blood running through my veins
Why won't it leave me alone, all this pain
Hot blood running through my veins
Why won't it leave me alone, all this pain
Snap
Form:
They tax your husband,
They tax your wife.
They tax your children,
Leave them with strife.
They tax the poor,
But never the rich.
Your taxes soar,
With flicks of a switch.
They tax your car,
They tax your house.
They go too far,
They'd tax a mouse.
They tax the lottery,
They tax your clothes.
They tax the pottery,
They tax a rose.
They tax your check,
It's quite unfair.
What the heck,
They tax the air.
They tax your pension,
They tax your food.
We feel the tension,
And ruin our mood.
We stress and strive,
The simple facts is.
We fight to survive,
They bury us in taxes.
Dad was forever in a hurry
His life filled with tension and worry
He always had to be right on time
If not, he preferred ten minutes early
A terror behind the wheel of his car
He cursed at Heaven and the stars
He'd ride the tail of a slowpoke
Here are names that he'd invoke
You moron, you idiot, you jerk!
You're making me late for work
Nincompoop, numbskull, and pea-brain
You're slower than a worn-out freight train
Dad, of course, was 100% right
And always ready for a fight
'Til the day this came out from my little brother
~ 'That moron drives like my friggin grandmother!'
Loneliness is not what I’m looking forward to
Distress was not part of my gladness, so true
Oceanic, ominous waves bring me down sometimes, darling so free
Tension-packed, traumatic nervousness gives me moments of mere bravery
Oceanic, ominous waves swallow me whole and silence takes its toll substantially,
Eventually washing away the jubilance that blooms like the sun of the afternoon
Gladness and God’s grace makes me flutter away and sway away oh so beautifully
Like a suave butterfly out of a vicacious cocoon that flies in the month of June
Love from above is essential and beneficial to my heart of cold stone
I’m like a resonating, dynamic dove in the sky, then captivated in descending disheartenment
I rove in fields of blues and grays - the ominous waves, alone,
Have scared me off and made my optimism die and now, I am facing dire discouragement
Emotionally inclined and woeful waters spill out from my oceanic eyes
Getting rid of the guilty conscience and fighting back lust and lies
Crimson rain, like waterfalls, collide from the wounds of my heart’s desire
I want to be as pure as amber-colored auras around the rather dazzling fire
I’m as freezing hot as fire below the waters of wistfulness
I want to boil up your wondrous waves of blissfulness
I don’t want to look back at the ominous waves of fearful fretfulness
I don’t want to backtrack the sorrow from within you and I regardless
Majestic, mesmerizing movement of the sparkling sea moves us for an eternity
It brings me benevolent bliss and leaves the gloomy waves envious of our serenity
I just don’t want to be humiliated by hatred and its horrendous thunderstorm
Instead, let me feel the monsoons of meandering magnificence unfold and keep my kindred spirits warm
Evaporate the oceanic, ominous waves from tearing us apart -
Drown not my hopes and joys of my youth from my heart; give me a reason to venture on my own
We are a ship of vital vigilance and shimmering might from the start
I am much like a seashore-bound shipwreck, once wandering through the abyssal waters all alone
Ascending awesomely like the exuberant, extraterrestrial mountains
Oceanic, ominous waves try to break me into shards of empty misery,
Expressing my solitude’s serene solace through my poetic words
Loneliness is not what I’m looking forward to, but to release it like birds
drifting in shadows
my shape bends but won't stay there
not certain not sure
each choice cuts a new pathway
as tension reshapes my face
Portraits drawn in haste
show lines that crack in the light
mirrors deceive me
a single doubt can splinter
the vision of what I am
I hunger for self
woven stronger than the past
stitched from fierce longing
yet daylight breaks the seams loose
the threads unravel in dust
I walk in between—
torn by the pull of old ways
and of what may come
the tension hums within me
a bridge across fear and change
In the scars I learn
each fracture is a teacher
I rise by failing
resilience is hammered out
confidence shaped in the flame
I bend, yet I stand
each break recasts me anew
the glass learns to shine
Through trials I claim my form
becoming what I must be
Those of us living in the USA
too often hear Republican capitalist dogma
of The Great Trickle Down Theory,
in which those who have most
must get more first
so they can hire more who have least,
although perhaps without proficient wage
and without health care if avoidable,
to spread capitalizing wealth around
so we can become better day and night spenders
on all the thneeds and trinkets offered
in exchange for our consuming lives.
And so it was with raised eyebrows
I heard Donald Trump explain
to us unwashed and un-self-insuring masses,
that he paid so very little income taxes
because it is his sacred duty
to himself
his family
his stockholders,
corporately invested infesters,
to pay as little tax and operating fees as legally possible
so there is more to hoard,
and less and less to trickle out.
So, I guess this carries some tension
with Trickle Down,
becoming, more accurately,
The Upper Caste Constipated
minimal trickling out
of capital hoarding.
But, just in case you are listening, Donald,
which I know you are not,
but maybe some more responsible Republican employer,
I am quite sure that Wharton never spoke this lie
that you have any legal, much less moral, obligation
to retain as much wealth as possible
to re-invest in further corporate greed
to act as little trickling out as possible
while speaking in loud nationalistic patriotic
Trickle Down and Out!
to all us little people,
someday
Preferably after this year's self-congratulatory pay out,
made possible by all us humble caregivers
opening your golden ballroom doors for tips
and cleaning your several stressed toilets,
where yellow and brown
too slowly trickle down.
Life is diverse.
A multi-seeking mess.
The particle, the wave.
All at the same time.
The unity is the disunity.
The Big Brother black hole
At the center of it all,
Silently howling for more.
Where does it all go?
The grinding of wills.
A quiet simmer.
The tension in the laughter.
The release of joy.
The exhilaration of touch,
Skin to skin.
Planets smashing into each other.
Voices crashing,
Like tectonic plates beneath us.
The smile that wants to frown.
The joke that was never told.
Brand spanking new planets to mold.
As we watch space fold,
Dancing soul to soul,
In common cosmic reverence.
The heat was high and rising
A shower came, but left too soon
The temp was quite surprising
It wasn't even noon
They thought it was a mirage
As they stumbled upon a spring
The backdrop created a beautiful collage
Their hearts began to sing
Steady hands unbuttoned her blouse
Desperately he dove under
Trying to distract that he was aroused
Hungry eyes, full of wonder
He was just a boy, at the brink of manhood
Had never felt a women's touch
Wearing nothing but a grin, on a rock she stood
He never wanted anything so much
She nonchalantly tied back her hair
Took each ginger step with intention
It seemed as though she wasn't scared
Deep breaths relieved his body's tension
Once immersed, she giggled with a shiver
He tried rerouting his imagination
The closer she came, his efforts would wither
He couldn't deny her artistic creation
He discretely put distance between him and his desire
As she ignored their humbled skin
Their mutual emotions bore an invincible fire
This flirtatious chase soon came to an end
She experienced a moment of shame
As she traced his pure skin
She knew their expectations weren't the same
Searching for youth, she was committing a powerful sin
She convinced herself that she was doing him a favor
To put her guilt at ease
Though his parents should have signed a waiver
He was the first to please
He placed his fingers in just the right spot
First time was the charm
He knew much more than they both had thought
Intensely, she clinched his arm
To both of their surprise, he came to power
Forced her to land with slight aggression
Took her body for just shy of an hour
It was a forbidden love making session
She lie in his arms in disbelief
Forgetting the summer's heat
To think, she thought that she was the thief
Now hooked, it was his defeat
They wage war on the poor
Selling their souls what for
But for gluttony and greed
Dissension is what they breed
Harmony and discord
A duality we can't afford
People die on the street
Chilled to the bone, no heat
No bread, no bed
So they commit suicide instead
And the system is so corrupt
A melting pot is ready to erupt
Boomers failed the youth
Doomers birthed who know the truth
16.07 is the living wage
But 7.25 has us locked in a cage
And we work hard to line their pockets
Yachts, mansions, pensions, and rockets
Racial tension is their weapon
So we don't collectively unify and step in
They say work hard and achieve American dreams
But the reality is not what it seems
Connections grant privilege to the rich like royalty
As they demand we stand for the flag and show loyalty
I'm tired of being a stepping stone and I'm not alone
And this is what we've been shown
Epstein didn't kill himself we know
Another death to protect those in power and another low
America grows darker by the hour
So in a moment of clarity
There is no peace and prosperity
This is a raw deal and we need a green new deal
Because I'm tired of being a spoke on the wheel
Illiteracy is on the rise and that's our demise
Because they can feed us their lies
They blame us and claim we have no ambition
But survival is the majority's mission
Stuck paycheck to paycheck until we're dead
And those who care get shot in the head
I beg you to put your hand on your chest
Against your beating heart are we doing our best
Laws against sleeping in the car, sleeping on the sidewalk
These don't fix the problem but we can't talk
Because they balk and say you should have done better
Anything to lick the boots of the debtor
But despite all of my rage I'm still just a rat in a cage
Soon to be a forgotten footnote, a faded page
And that wheel is going to keep turning
As American lives go up in flames we're burning
But that hatred is twisting deep inside
And revolution is what we need if I must confide
The system is built on a foundation of failure, it's broken
But our passion and fury has been awoken
For this is our watershed moment to stave off calamity
After discouraging decades of enmity
So if they must wage war on the poor
We'll wage war on a system we abhor