Resurfaces Poems | Examples

Serpent

Slipping through the cracks
Seeping into the underground
Slithering through tunnels 
Cyclical inconvenience resurfaces

Peace And Harmony Sequel

One of my first poems
resurfaces in my mind
as I recall my
beginnings as a Poet
I reminisce about
peaceful times when
Peace and Harmony
were plentiful, bountiful
It's amazing how things
can filter through your thoughts
causing emotions
that surreptitiously cement
your current actions
It is all one
big joy ride
that convalesces through
existential surroundings
bound by convictions
that put you in a place
that is calm, serene

Song of The Pygmy Three-Toed Sloth No 9: ABBA

It's back to the wilds, for the unexplored
Panama's island, Pygmy Three-Toed Sloths.
Tree huggers, twenty hours daily, course, lots
of trees. Four of a kind, their fifth, record
as the smallest. Clocked slow, a leaf lasts one
month in its tummies till its slow slop drops.
They're six pounds and twenty inches, a pop.
Furs algae-fied hide them. Swim can be done.
Again, it resurfaces, a world-wide
dilemma, in pictures and portrait drapes
over a posh hotel table of crepes.
Concerned and unconcerned, great the divide.
In twenty-twelve, I.U.C.N., counted ...
less than eighty, now ... they're, unaccounted.

Thunderclap

"Thunder is the sound of heavens clapping."
                      ~ Anonymous

dark sky exploded
as loud as a firecracker
still silence broken ~ 
childhood fear resurfaces
hiding under soft pillows

Its Never Enough For Me

It's never enough for me,
In this terrible deficit I dwell,
Lost in an overdraft of desires,
Reaching out repeatedly,
Yet forever tethered to you.

Where does this neediness arise?
An inquiry you never make,
Can you quench this hunger,
I ask again and again,
But never find fulfillment,
In mere words, one or two.

Our connection remains unbroken,
Always linked, never a concern,
Forever yours, my heart avows.

Yet I'm drowning in scarcity,
Engulfed in this profound lack,
We meet but once a year,
That moment resurfaces,
Where minus and plus converge,
Nourishing me for another season.

You promise to be there till the end,
Parting with a kiss, a bittersweet farewell,
For my time will surely come,
And when I'm gone,
The deficit will cease.

Until then, I crave your presence,
Longing to immerse myself,
To revel in your essence,
To savor life, in your embrace.

Zen Mode

failures and triumphs
whose

there is no one here
save presence
in a space-time warp
as has been impulsed
in this lucid dream

residual identity
sometimes resurfaces
that we may feel
transient tremors
seeming as real

overriding all sensations
the magnetic bliss current
as ignition renewal
steadies the love flame
as the false drops away

06-January-2023

Doer Vs Non-Doer

Who is the doer
Or non-doer
When a God alone is the mover
We are at best a cogniser
An experiencer
As layers of ego we uncover

If distilling attention be a doing
So then is quietude prioritising
Even the breath we are breathing 
Also not quite a happening
For it too is varying
With our attention fluctuating ... 

Surrender too requiring a surrenderer
Who within is the astonished wonderer 
Upon the pathless path the wanderer ...
Where lies the fulcrum of the cogniser
What makes unique dreams of each dreamer
Why use discrimination manifesting a thinker

The truth discerned in contemplation 
Is that moment to moment every resonation
Requires alignment with chosen vibration

Ah! Choosing requires a chooser
Thus resurfaces again the doer
Or is it non-doer?

17-August-2020

Star-Crossed Lovers

A man and woman meet on a blind date. Their chemistry,
instantaneous and combustible. Before long, they were happily 
going steady. Their courtship, eventually blossoming into love. 
But one fateful Valentine's Day, a woman from the man's past
resurfaces, shattering the state of their union. A disastrous secret 
comes to the forefront. The woman happens to be the man's wife. 
The man is living a double life. The abrupt end of a love affair.


                             Two couples in love
                      Alas! Their love couldn't last
                                Funny Valentine




Date written: 08/31/2019

Damnation Refound

A Mississippi back road,
burns in my mind

Its memory twice buried,
resurfaces, reminds

That Mississippi back road,
you once led me down

Perdition, destruction
—damnation refound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

The Haunted Memory

I long to hide in a hole and stay hidden
Embarrassment haunts me as the memory resurfaces
All eyes punish me with their glares

My moral sense did not guide me
For it was not developed
At 14, my young mind did not know consequences 

I beat myself up in my mind
I scream to make it better
But the anxiety never goes away

the memory never fades
As it uninvitedly resurfaces, I relive it 
Over and over and over again

Damnation Refound

A Mississippi back road
  burns in my mind

Its memory twice buried,
  resurfaces, reminds

That Mississippi back road,
  you once led me down

Perdition, destruction,
 —damnation refound

(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2017)

My Lonely Walk Alone

My lonely walk alone
gives me time to
think about the hurt
which is nagging me.

It resurfaces to attack 
now and then until 
I decide to shake it
loose as I saunter off.

My mind takes in 
the scene I pass
looking at children 
playing in the city park.

They are laughing and
having fun in their world
of play in which I wish
I was part of again.

Samskara

Samskara, jailer of my heart’s deepest passions
Enervating me and drowning my soul’s rapture
Karma’s imprint become love’s stealthy assassin
Lurking fiend of black depths evading capture

From my abyssal plain, a seismic accident
Atlantis resurfaces in nightmarish form
Decayed temple’s coral seaweed entanglement
Wretched thing’s agonized tentacles writhe and squirm

Fetid beast melts under gold sun’s dazzling rays
No longer, my heart ruled by this foul parasite
Spirit’s exultant victory over decay
Opened heart bounding, radiant love glowing bright

Seascape reborn, emerald flora unwinding
Into a bright mandala, my soul unbinding

6/6/16
© Thomas W. Quigley
12 syllables/line, Shakespearean Rhyme

Alternate first quatrain:

Samskara, heart fabric’s twisted bedevilment
Karmic burden, this partial soul paralysis
Kismet’s onerous imprint, my dark resident
Lurking fiend of black depths evades analysis

If you’ve a mind, let me know which you like better!

Sean Penn Resurfaces

an aging celebrity Penn
will every now and again
demand our attention
he'll build up the tension
he just never knows to say when.

Strained Quartet

We talked unknownst to each other, that,
All hell would break loose.
What could possibly come of two talking in harmony?
Us, filmy for a film even,
Shattered beyond cry or wail.
Crying for spilt milk is adagedly a vestige
The value of milk spilt resurfaces only then,
And crying for lost value,
Is it a vestigial adage too?
After all, none can rue when they have what they crave,
Two people desperate for each other,
One voluntarily cocooning, the other involuntarily so,
Nothing of what we had felt fake,
Though people make it out to be.
Trust, on which everything should be based so,
Even that ensured,
Neither of us get why each of us is separate.
All four desperately wanting the other,
Too egoistic to spell it out
And yet still confined,
And shackled to persons they bear less of the love to,
Or is that false?

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