Regression Poems

Regression Whispers

 Regression Whispers 

ancient almond wild stood still 
stark in dark forest through which 
moved determination

a quick tobacco roll
cold beer 
AK the companion
whispers in jungian depths 
puffed from psyche
fumes of struggle, lymph   
floated across eyeballs

camp was porridge, malaria, madness 
heart opened a tendril 
a shudder of brilliant focus

how far was freedom ? 
and

Yes, I know

It’s really quite hard
I was dealt a bad hand
Nothing written in the cards
And I don’t have a plan

I couldn’t make this up
I couldn’t if I tried
I guess this is the point
That I’m at in my life

I’m batting for first base
And I’m back at square one
Always end up in this place
When I think that I’m done

I’m

De-Touring Tunbridge Wells

Tunbridge Wells a town in Kent
Traffics woe on residends '
Takes away is the only logic
Council offices in payment frolic
Causing motorists to vent '

Vacant shops abd stagnant flow
Traffic bottlenecked no go '
Monson to mt pleaasnt back
Green as cabbage, sense a lack
Sad to note that, such is so.'

In Literature

It's about love, is abhorred aggression in literature
Keep within due limits words' compassion in literature

It should feel like real even if it is mere a fiction
Never give an unnatural impression in literature

What will you write when your heart is sleeping in dark jungles
Always those rise who for sights have passion in literature

Never try to write

Lovers' Regression

                                      lovers
                

Poem Lll

Circularity and regression
married to night
their peace 
we love
and their conflict
ah is a nightmare
of September 39
of so.

Progression of Regression

Premier Stalin was a gangster
  an armed robber who
'became' a Marxist
  'progressive'

Murdered 120 million
  of his fellow Soviets
Seems to me his 'career'
  was regressive



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Thanks to Sand Blown for
the changes made to this
poem on August 22, 2020
Your question, well-taken,
S.B.!  Appreciated! ~gw

Destitute

Once middle class
Shredding away the 401K
Destitution looms

Regression- -

If you could see the light that guides you;
Blossoming forth into all that’s worth;
Traveling through far off places that are around you;
Crossing the roads to the gulled fort;
(Surrounds you)

You’re in deep depression as you confessing..
Of the Regression;

Blinding the lights as it glows in the night;
Funneling a path, which shows up also bright;
And in the mind

Peace Regression

I could never comprehend the hypocrisy
Investing in different society movements
Only to appease to one's selfish desires
As regression to understand one another falters
No sympathetic conversion
Belittling human existence
Casting away the quest of life
Living in slow paced world of progression
Collapsing to another ones control
When can we heal are nations
Reversing the pain and anguish that flows within
Can we find

Your Dementia's, Oppression Repression Obsession Regression

Caught up in Lifehouse's beautiful love song, First Time....
Then catching out of these eyes a very pretty lady with her man
Crossing from her bus stop through their park; carrying boxes filled
With another's donated food ? Whirlwinds arise be they thoughts both bright
Mingled amid this mire feeling while noticing a daughter's slight pangs ?
Its easy to

The Years of Regression

Smeared across my face
An expression of pure shame
Robbed of all my grace
By a thief without a name

I still wear that same expression
Only now it's beneath my mask
Hidden from the world's perception
Because I don't want them to ask

As the expression stayed with me
So has the feeling
And throughout the years I've felt these wounds
Reopen and start bleeding

The

Regression

Hello again
My long lost friend
I can’t say I’ve missed you
Without you, life's been blissful
But you're here in this regression
I’ve slipped back into depression

So I’ll dance with you once more
On this familiar floor
In this cold dark place
Where you've reared your ugly face
With these thoughts that malign me
And these demons that define me

I’ll dwell on the past
Where

Past Life Regression

romancing the throne
royaly
an old arrow finaly hit its mark
forgotten
the soothing whispers
after the threat of things that cannot be undone

my mind says i wll be at peace
the town cryer of shameful ironies
learning to discredit the lies among the truth

Stage was set with tragedy
of life lessons to let go of the scenery of life that was before

if

Follicle Regression

As he brushed his golden locks, he detected something stressing.
The skin around his noble forehead was inexorably progressing!
(Politically correct types tend to call this "follicle regression!")
Alarmed at this discovery, he suffered terrible depression!

"Follicle regression", now that was a mysterious term to him.
It left him totally confused and feeling somewhat grim.
He consulted his Funk 'n Wagnalls

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