Long Wrenched Poems
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Your name is Dawn.
I know you hate my nose!
And I have mother-of-pearl
Snaps
On my clothes,
But truth is,
Seven months I have been waiting,
To ask you out!
(Don’t know for sure ‘f your folks
Will welcome dating)
BUT
I haven’t got a Chance
Of forgetting you,
So, if you think, ‘no’,
Just… before you do,
Remember,
I am not all that I seem.
I think of you,
And float into a dream
I see your eyes, as green
As unripe, exotic wood,
And wonder whether you feel seen,
Feel understood
I look at you,
And Have to catch my breath!
I admit, I have hope fluttering in my heart!
You smiled at me,
My heart wrenched right
(And that’s no shibboleth)
Okay, I hope that helps… that you have heard,
And will respond by saying ‘yes’!
Heartfully Signed,
And hoping to be undeferred
Andy
Agonizing over boy's incessant seizure-attacks
grieved with girl's lamentable worthlessness' woes
caring mother, heart-wrenched, weeps… frightened...
helplessly witnessing oppressive wrestling bouts against restlessness
her son’s infantile spasm epilepsy and daughter’s paralysis
now obviously progressing toward retrogression...
Yet...with love for her children, clinging in faith to GOD
Who knows what's best for them
she can verily triumph* with peace
to prevail against misery!
*2Corinthians 2:14 "Now thanks be unto God, which always causeth us to triumph in Christ..."
February 12, 2019
Wrenched, yowling ' Pain I'm in'
buffered th' whisperer to begin
eyes defying whispers of grass
carried the inside pain an rash
mildly bowed to th' whisperer's heart
an cold tears fell down thou art
to feel an shutter thou friends pain
th' horse yet saved th' life of e're
yet lost a leg, one's enough for her
an there it began hence again
Horses shrine hearts define
th' mesmerizing song of vine
Feather up shoulders can tell
how ease hence fell
horseback'd captured skyline rapture
surprisingly found thou art a dutch'er
flew in the woods with that mane hair
an the dutch waved up in air
whisperer hurried to free e're
but thou skipped from thou vein an feather
Simple demonstrations of my heart calling for you
Lie motionless across the span of time.
I heard you coming before I knew the shape of your face
Or the angst imprisoned behind your eyes.
Now that I see more clearly I vaguely recognize
The distance living in your heart and mind.
It is the same as the distance that dwells within me
It is the same good intentions wrenched from the actions.
It is the distance that lives between your eyes and mine,
It is that minute space between our lips
Holding hostage the very air which we breathe.
If this tender way of yours holds true
I will be your ladder and I will never let you drown;
I will never leave you treading water on your own.
There will be no need to define all the ways I’ve lost myself in you.
That night, in a strange place,
I was like a fly
circling around a street light
reeling…reeling!
I felt so miserable being stranded
in a strange place where I knew none.
Fear wrenched my throat.
I had heard,
in the cover of dark
everyone was a robber
or a masked assassin!
Without a roof over my head
I was like a mole,
smoked out of its hole
and exposed to blaring light.
Had it been my own town
where I knew
every nook and cranny
like the lines of my palm
I wouldn’t have minded
being so stranded or left in the night.
At a distance-
Behind the cover, I saw
two figures crouching;
Two men hooded and in black.
They were pointing to me.
So sure, I was in a danger zone.
I closed my eyes,
covering them with my palm.
I knew they were planning to plunder me
and spring on me like a pack of wolves.
In that unearthly hour,
an eerie fear gripped me.
Frozen with thoughts of imminent danger
did my heart stop pumping?
I saw death face to face.
All I longed was to slither out of that hole
to curl up in the warmth of my home
far… far away!
Before I could decide what to do
a car came and halted, may be seeing a lady,
all alone in the night.
Without a second thought, got in to the car.
Inside was a family coming back after a pilgrimage.
As the car was speeding away,
I felt the relief of being saved from that danger zone.
26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry.
A sweltering sunny afternoon,
With the heat I began to swoon.
Alone, I moved myself into the waters warm,
The breaking waves look to me like many a lifeless form.
Warm waters I sense splash unto my waist,
Cool salty breeze sting my moist lips and chest, sweat erased.
The frothy waters seem so white,
Feral imagination within me is beginning to run regressive and makes me feel all right.
Alone I am rooted on the sandy shore,
I have within me, coming to the fore,
Feelings… deep feelings inside ignite,
Need to hold on to them tight,
The feelings incite,
A poem in my mind’s eye I feel and now see, that I would have to write,
Without any spite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
The breaking waters lash against me and quickly change form,
To myself feelings that turn to spirity words I begin to recite,
As I cast my eyes on nature around me from within springs delight,
And in its own right,
The poem begins to rewrite.
Alone, I am in the waters warm,
My feelings have begun to rewrite,
In my mind without any spite,
I am now filling myself with delight,
As expression is flowing freely in its own right,
And will transcend on to paper in black and white.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
To the sands entrenched.
Melts the noon,
And evening falls attune,
The sun reflected blue sky,
Has now swooned away and I turn a blind eye.
Alone, I now sit, drenched,
Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched.
Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased,
Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.
That night, in a strange place
I was like a fly
Circling a street light
Reeling…Reeling!
I felt so alone
Fear wrenched my throat
Couldn’t predict
When I would be charred to death
I had heard,
In the cover of dark
Everyone was a robber
Or a masked assassin!
Without a roof over my head
I was like a mole
Smoked out of its hole
And exposed to blaring light
Had it been my own town
Where I knew
Every nook and cranny
Like the lines of my palm
I wouldn’t have minded
Being so helplessly stranded
Or left in the night
At a distance….
I saw the faint silhouette of hills
Like dreadful dinosaurs crouching
Also the outlines of buildings
Reminding one of the medieval haunted castles
Stray dogs, mangy
Were raiding the trash bins.
I don’t know why then
I enjoyed their company
I could hear the falling hooves
Of cattle, led to the slaughterhouse,
And the lash of whips falling on them,
Echoing the shrieking of a banshee!
Saw an auto lying upside down
Fallen unwary in a pothole
A line of tanker lorries
Seen halted by the roadside,
Like the bogies of a goods train
And their drivers went home,
To sleep with their mates
Behind the cover, I saw
Two figures leaning;
A man and a woman
Night owls at a mating serenade!
I closed my eyes,
Covering them with my palm
In that unearthly hour
An eerie fear gripped me.
Tension was building inside,
Like a balloon being bloated with air
And how my mind longed
To slither out of that hole
To curl up in the warmth of my home
Far… far away!
that carves out a space of measured boundaries
that's given shape by force of will
that makes one smaller in walled existence
to think outside the box
to forge a different understanding
to upend expectations
to act on words that burn with fire
trail blazers
like seniors lapsing marathons
what's blocking the exit?
a box of familiarity that isn't freedom
when shadows stand in for substance
a lethargy of vision
where no fresh colors flash their sheen
what can be wrenched apart?
the box that traps us in seclusion
to re-imagine music
to elevate like choosing
Poem written April 30, 2023
A turning point with
advantage of 20/20 hindsight
identifies severe dislocation
birthing emotional plight
intervening years since psyche wrenched
by rather innocuous event at first sight
exaggerated haunting shadows
sparred illuminated by dim backlight,
now conviction hammered home startdate
coffin unwittingly nailed airtight
death of spontaneous bright
eyed bushy tailed
spunkiness extinguished
gored me lifeless,
asper bloodless bullfight
all entrails left intact,
and no obvious insight
fledgling, negligible, tentative...
flickering soon snuffed out light
describing nascent ability to delight
no longer extant within my
then young featherlight
undersized physical height
complemented with familiarity of shyness,
no recall red flagged
a lad in capable to smite
an unmanageable all consuming debacle
in retrospect unable
to coax forthright
severe retrogression, retribution, retraction...
unleashed nefarious sprite
occasioned when father and mother
aloft in their prime topflight
ages buying dreamhouse did excite
unaware psychological convulsions
would forever roil sole son
darkened to midnight
impetus to live defeated
with abandoned might
nonverbal communication,
would soon reveal, how expert playwright
stymied to comprehend
tote toll impact, and mortality craved,
nee stole perky me overnight
linkedin to poorly acclimating
moving away from familiar digs right
into the waiting maws of shipwreck
forever stranded, where no searchlight
rescued malicious conjurer's wicked sleight
of hand prestidigitation rocketing me
into infinitely far orbital spaceflight
an untethered ball of skintight
grateful dead lovely bones.
aung san suu kyi MYANMAR Rohingya
Sad when human life become intolerable,
inhumane,
nauseating,
heartbreaking,
kids deliberately taken from their parents,
left to fend for their sustenance,
begging and pleading,
countless in numbers to be individualized.
A boy's little fingers stretched out for compassion,
but find none.
Never in a million years would his mother let this be,
but she was executed for her beliefs.
A little girl in a pretty frock
tells of her once fairly privileged life.
Her mother wrenched from her in the same way.
Another,
and another,
white cracked lips,
bare footed,
tearless sobs,
all jammed behind muddy barricades,
bowls outstretched,
waiting impatiently for sustenance,
still hoping the parents in their eyes will save them.
aung san suu kyi when will our parents come for us?