Retracting Poems

Haversack Hope

Haversack hopes bring bitter crack
Next to nothing is brought back

Recalled promises all are lacking 
Adding nothing but subtracting 

Public messages are attacking 
Better dreams start retracting

The finish line is protracting 
People gather and start reacting

Incessant Insect

OHH!!! You Incessant Insect..

You make it hard to direct my energy,

Positively, Peacefully.

Why do you keep pestering me?

Investigating every inch,

Of what you can see.

I'm feeling the pinch,

The sting,

Them little legs Tickling,

In my hairs wiggling.

My hands are waving,

Slapping.

My Nerves are snapping,

I must be over reacting.

They must be attacking,

I'm retracting,

Packing my things.

Through the sound ,

Of buzzing wings.

Emotions are raising,

It's so FRUSTRATING.

Then my Heart Sings,

As Nature brings,

It's smallest and bravest,

Insects, here to test,

The patience of her subjects.

What we reflect,

Through are reflexes.

As my energy progresses,

Through this session.

Present in the sensitivity,

And bravery,

Of the incessant Insects,

Directing me.

Field of Forgiveness

The enormity of my kindness has swallowed this callous thing alive
No longer will it’s stains of red be left behind 
For so long, I have proved as docile as the smallest mutt
Sealing my nervous growls within my chest 
Still, this body remains a horror
Harboring rage at the very neck of my teeth
These fangs of mine grow wildly like a mother of millions 
A point indefinitely filed to a blunt end
Retracting my tongue 
I will remain kind
Speaking only the softest of words 
I cure my taste for conflict once more

Zen mode

retracting from crassness
in order to protect our soul
although aversion manifests
we accept detractor’s  ordained role

the ones who betray love
we notice they inwardly die
caused by delusion of course 
in time all souls will wingless fly

Dirt - Y Poems Or Pray Dirty

We all have grovelled before men
No matter how proud, how often we won:
Few have not begged God for anything, ever!
I have grovelled & prayed dirty to EL ELYON: Most High
And humanity (we have a word here, UBUNTU) as I cried
When my foes found favor that Jesus 'promised' me

II
I ACCUSED GOD & JESUS IF UNFAITHFULNESS
almost retracting, repenting in minutes
But sure, I pray dirty sometimes
Even as I find a garden to dirty my hands
For becoming one with "dirt-y" Earth, changes dirt
And hurt THROUGH ANYTHING one is grateful for

III
Pray dirty dear Heart, if you have no help
Jesus runs the Universe, with Skin on
He got dirty on earth, too, never filthy
He can take abuse: crucifixion is no picnic
And is right on time, to the second, in rescuing me

Fire In My Heart

Tongues of flame have fallen on me.
Deep down in my heart I can feel it. 
In the epicenter it's concentrated.
It's not the pentecost day but I can feel it.

From the day I met her, I have known no peace.
My legs are restless, always in want to go for her.
My fingers very itchy.
Always demanding for caress her fine textured body.
To prop her mane is my want.

Everytime, a message pops on the screen.
Superfluous thrill descends down my spine.
Whenever my ringtone takes the atmosphere.
My ears echos her melodious hymnic voice.

My nights have become long.
Mayhem all night long.
Awaiting the new day to be born.
I can't cool the fire in my heart.

My mind an archive of her pictures.
Prints if her going and retracting.
All segment of my brain.
Triggering the fire in my heart.

@Tha Formidable Cheru
#themonk.

Hammer Strikes Nail

hammer
               handy, headed
     clutching, sounding, striking
bludgeon, mallet, pinpoint, fastener
  protruding, retracting, projecting
                pointed, rusty
                       nail



Date created: 07/03/2022

She Never Had To Retract Her Words

She never had to retract her words
or her ideas
or her behaviors
or her opinions
or her attitudes

because she had been goaded and browbeaten into retracting herself

trained into submission by an expert seclude-her and abuser a long time ago

Survivors, a 911 Poem

Survivors
by Michael R. Burch 

(for the victims and survivors of 9/11 and their families)
 
In truth, we do not feel the horror
of the survivors,
but what passes for horror:

a shiver of “empathy.”

We too are “survivors,”
if to survive is to snap back
from the sight of death

like a turtle retracting its neck. 

Published by The HyperTexts, Gostinaya (Russia), Ulita (Russia), Promosaik(Germany), The Night Genre Project and Muddy Chevy; also turned into a YouTube video by Lillian Y. Wong. Keywords: survivor, survivors, victim, victims, family, families, 911, 9/11, terrorist, attack, terror, terrorism, empathy, sympathy, truth, horror, death, survive, survival, violence, pain

Airy Syllables Amputating

lousy lips laced
with gaunt gaze
projected per peacocky
enchanting pull pulsing
retracting reels rumbling
muffled messages mumbling

damped debacles dripping
saucy strapped in
freakishly folded feelings

cusses gulping graces
airy syllables amputating
relegating oily obloquy

parted limbs leaking
jumpy jazz jolting.
     19:11:28:17:14

Perpetual Love

If you want your love to last forever
turn around midway and walk away
to go back in time and frequently savor;
Let the flame of love in you eternally burn
and let the longing perpetually churn,
Wherefore to pine and surfeit day by day
and keep the lure of love unfathomable ever.

Pluck and cherish a flower in its bloom
and let it go as the northern winds blow,
holding it too close then ought to doom.
To stay young and be loved forever
that time and distance never can sever...
then pay heed—how it ought to go
like retracting steps from a hushed room.



~Posted: 8/29/18
~For a Michelle Faulkner's contest

~Rhyme Time 6 contest by Laura Loo
~Theme: Perpetual love

'carpet of Disorder'

It is like all the other certainties

Were pipedreams reflective of the confusion you felt

When I walked in,

I walked in; into your chaos 

Without knowing I added to it

Instead of retracting you swept me up

Causing more turmoil

Now we are floating on a carpet of disorder

Destination self-destruction

©050620171459

Bushwhacked By Love

Being
         a 
      Little
   Abstract
   Whacked
      and
   Cracked.

          I
   Snatched
        Eye 
    Contact
      with
  Distracted
     Impact.

    Enacting 
        an
     Attack
        on
         a
  Suggested
       Sex 
       Act.

  Interacting
      with
     Jam
   Packed
   Counter
   Attacks.

       The
     Knack
         of
      being
Intellectually 
    Stacked.

  Retracting
      One
   Tracked
 Fraudulent
      Facts.

Bushwhacked
      and
  Carjacked.

  Transacting
 Transparency
         in
    Outdated
    Contracts.

    Attracted
         by
        the
   Unbacked
     Smack
         of
     Inexact
       Yak.

 Sidetracked
       and
 Highjacked
         by
          a
Prepackaged 
   Jackass!

Uprooted By Empathy

Staccato inhale
Eyes stinging like alcohol on a latent cut
Your kindness hurts
It bends back my arms, 
My shoulders straining to remain attached. 
Feeling trapped by my desire to be loved 
And dreading its sequelae. 
I fear your caring.
I am terrified to accept it.

Why, why, why, why do I want to retreat?
To be plucked out by a helicopter,
Immediately lifting, a forward disappearance
Whipping the air with its blades, drowning out your words.
I do not want to hear you.
I do not want to see your eyes;
Your brows meeting in the center.
I was unable to absorb the blow to my abdomen, 
Innocently extending and retracting,
Not prepared for this moment. 
Years of defense training, wasted.

The Worshippers Ode

We have come, eerie drummer
Worshippers to your rhythmic enclave
We have come, with palms raise up to heaven
To dance at your feet, to listen to the drumming of
Life's enchanted mist


We have come, intractable breeds,
Retracting bulk to knock on your door
To hail thee the drummer we do not see,
Yet your deeds so implicit.

Recalcitrant yet must we learn
Like suckling to Mother's tit
Thirsty for Life's succulent milk,
To dance with fate on our fettered feet.

Alas!
Rust is ripeness
Ripeness is rust
Like rootless stalks to shallow wind
we fall to ripeness
And to rust's repress
To sand...
And the end of our dance.

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