Life Flow
Life flows, sometimes so fast, but sometimes kind of slow
Yeah, my life also, but a blade always, like the killer, so silent, on go
Yeah, my life is trapped by people, oh God! I love them! All of the evils
More than mine, terrific souls and minds! Horrific wills of humankind!
Humankind, humankind, humankind, not my kind, maybe I am not…
… a human. I am not a human, I know. Following my shadow in the Light
I want to be a beast, magnetizing me to the underworld life. Ghost is my life
Yeah, yeah. Underworld life in the Light, my shadow is visible, without my life
Yes, hmm, where is life? Sometimes I sit in the church, silently; thinking
Praying, asking the God. Silent answers: Everything is in your poor life
I answered, that I needed to be a Bible teacher. Yes, it is true, came the answer,
but the cake of life is too small, so you have no card to enter the life. Bye
Life flow
My river?
A lake
Dry
Love?
Dry
I
Go
Church:
Stay!
Back then, STUNNING was not a word that I used;
But when I saw you, stunning is what you were.
Back then, neither did MAGNETIZING have a seat
At the table of my vocabulary when I first met you;
Back then, as if being pulled by a magnetic feel,
You drew me day after day with CAPTIVATING smiles.
Like the confluence of two rivers, one flowing west,
And the other south, our merging was OVERWHELMING.
Indeed, opposites do attract, and despite distractions,
For 50-plus years, we have been in pursuit of ONENESS.
Although the pursuit is challenging, you'll still my Valentine.
021424PS
(Okanogan Amitabha)
Sky Red at Noon
(to Amitabha)
In the pureland of the West
Sits the Buddha of Infinite Light.
Within the infinite light
Radiates the perfect compassion
Of enlightened passion
The magnetizing power
Of brilliant fire
Turning the whole sky
Red at noon.
Where is this place?
I want to go!
Where is this light?
I want to see!
So says everyone
At some point
In their heart.
The question
Becomes a quest
When we take the first step
To our heart’s desire
Which is of course
Within.
(9/17/23)
Sweet, sweet inspiration
Glorious grandeur magnetizing
Stoking that creative light
In a vast land of darkness
Bossman getting on your case
Life treating you unkind
A desire to be entertained
Some relief from all the pain
In search of therapeutic healing
Weekends filled with needles and vinyl
Just what the doctor ordered
Sweet tunes for the spinal
Laughter, sure pure delight
Right hemisphere musing
Music! Music! So amusing!
Amusement in the air
Sweet, joyous laughter everywhere
Musing to the museum
Artifacts of cultural and historical importance galore
Still soothing the soul and more
Autumn brush caressed
the nature with fall splendor
magnetizing hearts.
The fabulous flat screen suspended on my wall, glaring at me as I meander by, let’s just see if something catches my eye. I wave the magic wand and suddenly it turns on. Cars racing round the track, no, no I don’t want to watch that. Thumb tapping the display appears. Scrolling up and down, what do I see looking back at me? My plump round cheeks, my belly rolls bulging under my T. This reckless rectangle just about sucked me in again. Oh what is this coach potato suppose to do? Do I really need to waste my time stuck here in front of you? That’s how I got this way and where you’d love me to stay. But no not today! Let’s find some music and get on the move, there is always something else to do. This manmade magnetizing machine has put me in a comatose state, paralyzed on the coach a time or two. Frumpy is comfy but always stuck here alone with you. Fabulous flat screen your visions are lies. Scrolling to numbers I usually pass by, these channels I don’t need my eyes. My fabulous flat screen is vibrating to the beat on high and I go dancing right on by.
Winning defines victory.
History is written by a mystery.
This person won. Perhaps we all win in the end.
Theres just something magnetizing by a beautiful woman..
...well for me...in reverse a woman appreciates a beautiful man.
Are we all battling within a game we are not aware of playing?
Think of a team that fights through thick and thin,
blood and sweat, cuts on our skin.
That type of passion is what we as humans learn from the beginning.
Our mother looks us in our eyes and knows her love made you,
Throughout all the bad dates and jerks, she found him and made you.
It starts with the battles, of selfishness needs,fear of failure or impossible dreams,
There only thing that means much is honest competition, and humble defeat.
Unfaithful
do love n hate seperate,
by the thin ness of a rhyme,
love is hate upon your plate,
same passion, hurting time... (thanks Russell Sivey)
women say they want a guy,
who is ever faithful, true,
magnetizing flame burns is why,
the moths are drawn to you,
mans ego aint sublime,
moths come, attractive too,
a stronger man, may dodge this time,
but weakness confounds you,
and so begins the crime…
too true:(
Don Johnson
THAT’S LIFE
The inevitable love
Attraction!
Karmic puzzle
Ultra dimensional mix
Whatever helpless speculation decides to name it
She suddenly appears
Nothing dazzling at first
The chain has to form link by link -
Each subtle, magnetizing situation
Each inexorable bringing together
Oh! The seeming bind is not only mine (I tell myself)
Her links, too, seem strong
How they shine
The train rattles on for days -
Rattling on for weeks, months!
Until…finally, the pitch! –
Words stuttering clumsily off the tongue –
Body tight
Appearance almost withdrawn
Restless hands and feet
Was it anger?
Defensive?
The way she looked off,
Mind distant
Fancying some alien location
And now
My small voice within, again
Warning
Trying fruitlessly to soothe
Reiterating the (somehow) known impossibility all along
Your *****
Is magnetizing
But I should
Have seen this before.
Screaming, at the
Top of my lungs and
Without disdain.
With this dog bite
Untreated the infection
Will undoubtedly be the
End of us.
Tired eyes bleaching the surface
As slits in memory from a picture frame
carve your name
Bubbling acid into deep cuts
Bring searing screams echoing
in my head
Gaping open wounds with words
So tart and magnetizing
it breaks me
Crumbling upon the steeping valley
Into a shell I crawl for shelter
from your beauty
Sunny rainfall questions my belief
As I drift deeper under the surface
revealing tiny sensations
Waking to the expanse of this world
A dream trapped view of perfection
blanketing my fears
Midnight in Montego Bay
Found me quivering in the debris
Of my Captain's fantasies;
Profound yearnings
Yielding to something deeper.
It brought me to my knees.
Fire and amethyst scorched
This breathless and willing hostage,
Alienating inhibitions
With a sense of urgency,
Begging for release.
Wonderment could not be contained.
Surrender came easy
Beneath the pulsating and aching throb
Of love's impoverished need
Manifested in secret touches
And whispered words.
Yes, you are my Captain.
So it is here,
Where lovers gorge themselves
On imagination,
That I relinquish to the power
Magnetizing us,
And it brings me to my knees.
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.