Rescinding Poems | Examples

Safety Net

The safety net dangles
blows, twists, and turns
in the increasing winds
cut from its moorings, 
and the people fall
grasping for 
the shredded and useless
remains 
evisceration of social programs
Medicaid, food stamps
consumer protection
job security 
cuts to vital research
alienation of long-faithful allies
emulating dictators instead
flouting of the courts
rescinding environmental laws
erasing history and
all vestiges of non-white
accomplishments
making America white again
issuing edicts to silence
all who do not bend
the media       universities
judges      Congress
art and social institutions
theater and concerts
forcing religion in schools 
Constitution be damned!
and the torn safety nef 
flaps in the wind

Winter Lake

Picture #2 - Winter Lake

Oh, to behold, those rays of gold, as they dance
across the water face, with grace and light
New day, gives a new way to be more than happenstance

Morning will always be, a chance to see, new beginnings
where it seems, all our dreams, might take flight
and send our tears and our fears rescinding 

There is always a new dawn, to push us on our way
The path is ours, built on scars, from the fight	
of might versus rightevery day

Respect

RESPECT

We’ve had resent here on the soup
Some hate the left and poems of poop
Others think our nation won’t last
That Adolph Hitler is not our past

With clouded judgement they rip apart
When words cause pain it’s never art
With angry posts, quick lines they write
A rhyme from anger can start a fight

Be careful when you post such hate
Rescinding words might not negate
Reactions bring regret and cost
Respect is earned and can be lost

Rescinding My Submission

I became impatient with myself
standing on the precipice of twilight

I know the things the dark visors
and I wish to dominate all sinfully
delicious places within it

I want to be the one to hand feed
dominance and not be the recipient of it

submitting only when the need arises
no longer tethered to my proclivities

while simultaneously indulging in
a world of unknowns

eyes narrow to a point conforming to the greying
aggression as it spills out into the merciless night

nature shames when there is no clear direction
allowing your mastery of control to penetrate me

maybe I thought I needed a stern and steady hand
but only on the parts you could physically touch

and unlike my body, my mind is the one place
you sir, have no possession over

when the light absorbs the waning dark of night
that is when I grab my emotion by the horns
and push him to kneel before me

the illusion of my submission, sir ~ rescinded

Tunnelling

Haze.
Constant urges.
Distraction.
Wrinkles in skin,
And in sheets.
Unsaid.
Unthinkable.
Daring.
Would I? Dare.
One step closer.
Deeper.
Tunnels.
Branches.
Static, constantly.
Quiet is loud.
I just want to help.
Going backwards.
The future constantly changes.
It swirls around in a mist of uncertainty.
Rescinding - my thoughts,
Words.
Burrowing into the soil of my mind.

Reality Bends

Repetition inversing,
   black hole in my head

In perpetual silence,
  words collapsing unread

Reality bending,
  rescinding the end

The beginning left virgin
  —repeating again

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2019)

Life's Measure

I die … without a fight … yet not conceding
But gently, as the world around me ages
Rescinding gift of health, each sense receding
As life escapes me, in retreating stages

Perhaps beyond this chapter lies conclusion
Or if another chapter, maybe better
Yet maybe, this is but a Grand Illusion
If so, I’m glad we were deceived together

When I am gone I hope you will remember
That life became us and our time on earth
I know that I will keep one thought forever
That you became the measure of my worth

Hunger Erosion My Feeling To Lamp Soot

It erosion my thought to Tyson bouts molded me to who I am today. Acid liquid rocks the precocious cockroaches disguising under the shade of table waiting to hit the night dinner. Sweeping smoke to mugs shape, water trickle wet my mustaches pointing to the sea, promising the land to germination, eggs aroma no iota of hope.
Piss shackles the thought to turkey’s luminaries; the weather hurts my feeling blood gushes in my veins to vehement. The brain rays thought to the dark wings to the rats poke sound spree ears to earthworms early in the morning to the months of rain downtown shout to the soot color. 
My mind keeps crunching the sound of carapace of my feeling bleed to bulldozer exploding deplorable condition. I plant thinking to national center to sister scent, I accent bright smile to weep sad mind to minutes talk.
I hop on the tree to share it fruits, the thought canopies whole night on the face of whore to hooliganism. I eat the ripe fruits on my ribs rescinding pelvic monopoly want on the mountainous thinking wets the wrap. Cigar in the mouth of notorious King collides to the Oxygen through the follicles thrill me.

Please Don'T Go

Verily I say unto you that you are loved so very much
We can not see what is true but we can see His Touch
And yet the path is wide as so many chose that way
Maybe it's of pride, but for some reason they stray

Rescinding His Touch, leaving their Salvation behind
The reason they do as such can only be they're blind
His Gifts they can't see though placed at their feet
Not knowing who set you free and all things replete

So many a written verse by so many just like myself
It's not something perverse or that I do for my health
It's that Touch that I said when you go down His Way
For it was for You that He Bled as so it's for you I pray

So please don't go, I only pray that you keep in touch
And look upon your own way being nothing as is such
In seeing you can not believe for then you already know
It is for all those we grieve with many more right in tow

This Aching Heart Cracked Like a Weathered Stone

This Aching Heart Cracked Like A Weathered Stone

This aching heart cracked like a weathered stone
fissures through lean muscle and solid bone.
There once dwelt love deep and never ending
now just faded memories rescinding.

There was pure joy in our romantic time
like sweetest rhythm in poetic rhyme.
Never ending nights cast heavenly spells
of truest romance and our planned wedding bells.

Now darkness rides me like a broken horse
while you are racing forth with no remorse.
I miss your soft touch and giving smiles
now time has you away a million miles.

Decades now and my understanding grown
Soul repaired this badly weathered stone.

R.J. Lindley,
Aug. 22nd, 1975


Syllables Per Line: 
10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10 10 10 0 10 10
Total # Syllables: 140
Total # Lines: 17 (Including empty lines)
Words with (syllables) counted programmatically:
Total # Words: 100

Man's a Poetry

Man's a poetry
throughout him and within him.
A limb of where he'll be
without him and begin him.

A poet's prophecy.
A life that is rescinding.
A prophets right to be.
A rule at ease for winning.

Cornish Sonnet

Journey's end evades, ever evading
Pleasures trampled upon, beached, down wind
Though hopeful, lone strangers keep rescinding
Flights of wanton fancy bedazzle me
Hard facts in consequences I have binned
Though in searching no-one seems to agree

Overland territories in spatial climes
Amalgamate in their entirety
Fingers filter currency, cents and dimes
Cast off to foreign shores, I would be bound
Oh to be wealthy wise, accrue plenty
Feted, lauded, plaudits crowned

Journey's end evades, ever evading
Overland territories in spatial climes

Shattered Hearts Death

Fantasy beguiled love upon one night.
Twisted, forbidden, walking out of fright,
She gave desire, I crashed ever contrite.
Destroying our love, for little delight,

Each day after, I cried in deep regret,
Though her eyes would never ever forget,
Remembering images, etched deeply set.
She told me of the love, now just a debt.

Rescinding our commitment, completely,
My heart still aches, for her repeatedly.
Her recall forever, regretfully,
My memory haunting deceitfully,

I could never produce any amends.
My mistake haunting, until my life ends.


written 5-28-2012

theme - 1)a broken heart

written for
Sponsor Francine Roberts 
Contest Name 3 forms, 3 themes |

Exactly 17 People Passed By Without Stopping To See If I Was Alright

This is a love 
that is bitter as citrus
that leaves me burning coldly
bowed head, clenched fists
on a park bench 
in the middle of winter

The people see
but they can't help it
they can't help me from falling
so they walk by with 
shadows spinning 
like spiderwebs in their 
eyes
and their fingers 
to their
lips

Don't touch her
they must say to their unruly children
Don't disturb her
or she might blow away
in a thousand starburst patterns
of skin

because I'm grieving 
for a loss that has yet to find me 
and I'm falling
as calmly and as irrevocably as a snowflake
rescinding into myself
into ash on the pavement

I can't save myself from this
dear
My fingers are too cold
to reach inside my chest anymore
I'm untouchable 

I let my eyes burn into the sky
because somehow that's where I
expect him to be

  but I'm always
    always wrong

Road Trip

Drive across the country
Let imagination flow
Tumbleweed and flat lands
Reveal a western show

Mile markers pave the way
Across this land sublime
Wind blows through the car
On my arm sunshine

Generations of people
Spirits across the land
Occupy a history
Of faces in the sand

Deep inside our spirit
Adheres to our respect
This peaceful land of bounty
No one shall reject

Fresh cut grass lingers
The present rescinding more
Where old shacks and farms
Grasp our inner core 

Land abound with wisdom
Dust has settled down
Enjoy driving the distance
See another town

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