mind reminds us about tasks to be done
so we willingly comply as ordained
there is no obligation which we shun
as consciousness is here on earth retrained
vibrant and joyous from ego unchained
though we would rather do nothing at all
we enact our role as does a bliss squall
The beast bites the hand
taught to feed and stroke its mane
the wild creed and lash
can't be tamed chained nor retrained
hunger defeats any pause
each person harbors
a beast that they dare not rouse
that prowls through their dreams
for denial whets their fangs
and strokes more intense hunger
I know all its words
I share its profound dark breaths
I walk where it stalks
know that its way is ruin
but the beast is my shadow
I forged my own beast
as a dark-born reflection
a natural kin
to unmask the buried truth
I learn in no other way
we meet by its fire
to combine our restless breaths
feel our pulses match
trade discord for true accord
and turn our truce into peace
a dry leaf fell, consigned to dust
it knew life flows on as it must
it had no desires to fulfil
ways of God it hand learnt to trust
having fully surrendered will
easy was soul’s ascent uphill
being from dark desires unchained
heart was at peace, blissful and still
another leaf fell, its soul stained
detachment in heart, not ingrained
desire caused it to be reborn
that it may be slowly retrained
oh hermit, unless ego’s shorn
we ourselves subject soul to scorn
knowing not light of God within
heeding not call of love’s bliss horn
Hey there dope fiends,
It’s me, your addiction. The thing you can’t
live without. Your job has tied you to me.
The out of town family would think
something was all wrong if you didn’t stroke
me on a daily. My superficial voice lets them
know in no uncertain terms that you’re alive.
But they really don’t go past a shallow
scroll. Do they? Hits in small doses. I have
retrained you all with mediocre and you
didn’t even know it. Now go try and find
someone that can look you in the eye. Hold
a conversation for longer than 20 minutes.
Let me save you the time. I’ve made it nearly
impossible. As far as finding a way out? Try
to ignore me. Try and turn me off. You will
end up more isolated than you already are.
Either way I win. I always win. Why? I’m
always at your disposal. I am right there.
A lackluster substitute that lets you get away
with everything and never holds you accountable.
Now be sure to set that passcode.
You could never remember a full password.
Sincerely,
Well no one uses me to talk anymore.
Let’s change my name. Anyone game?
although we’re from ego unchained
we’ve played out our role as ordained
intent’s pure and so we endure
blood that flows that soul be retrained
Having seen and so known our quintessence,
that made in God’s image, we’re living light,
aflame in our heart, as our core essence
and though we’re enraptured in bliss delight,
strangely we yet fear darkness of the night.
What we have imbibed has not been ingrained,
perhaps because our heart is as yet stained,
so save shifting into staid cessation,
there’s no way for ego to be retrained,
so we dwell in time stretched meditation.
I shouldn't have looked into wondrous eyes
to find a reason to comply and stay
and dance with romance beneath stars that sigh
in a fragrant-scented night, I'll obey
that your eyes so tender could hold me chained
with delicate passions burning desire
I become a prisoner that's retrained
freedom is granted to caress the fire
we'll hear the breathless breath of love in flight
and find a quietness that we'll embrace
unaware of stars falling through the night
I am lost in eyes that reflect love's grace
that I have looked into your wondrous eyes
to strip my mask, my unwilling disguise
A life spoken of too much
locks the museum door behind it.
If you write it all down
eyeballs will skate over the
rambling litter.
Many claim to have a book in them
one worth telling to all.
Nod and agree, then flee.
A life underdone is best,
not too hard a boiled egg -
softly does it.
Better to compose pure fiction
secretly weaving some truth of you
within.
Only the subdued liar,
the retrained boaster
can fake it all the way to the end
and make you want to read on.
Under do it if you want to be noticed,
over do it and you are undone!
It appears to be inevitable,
That conflict is renewed.
Where passions outweigh the passive,
Becoming arrogant and rude.
When the diplomats are silent,
With nothing more to say.
Our youth take up the battle,
Trained in the warrior's way.
Regardless of any victory, the
Soldier pays a steep cost.
As many return bitter and broken,
As if their souls have been lost.
They often are treated as a drain,
In an enormous, rehabilitation bath.
Since they couldn't be retrained as
Pure killers, to become a psychopath.
With time, some may heal,
And even appear whole.
Yet many others are left with a burden,
To perpetually carry the human toll.
I know that I’m addicted Although it’s self inflicted Life is not what I depicted To this I am convicted I don’t want any help I want to do it myself My efforts are in vain It’s impossible to abstain Even when I try distraction My demons say time for action I wish I could just have them slain But I can’t nor my life regain Even if I could ebb the woes The need for this never slows I am losing this battle, feeling drained my brain will simply not be retrained Please someone give me the solution End the voices and my mind pollution Or I know what I’m destined for If I can’t beat this I’ll be here no more
Now for that reason I'm disturbed
But here's the real news feed
I'm addicted to my words
But in your mind you was thinking weed
End my mind pollution
I know that I’m addicted
Although it’s self inflicted
Life is not what I depicted
To this I am convicted
I don’t want any help
I want to do it myself
My efforts are in vain
It’s impossible to abstain
Even when I try distraction
My demons say time for action
I wish I could just have them slain
But I can’t nor my life regain
Even if I could ebb the woes
The need for this never slows
I am losing this battle, feeling drained
my brain will simply not be retrained
Please someone give me the solution
End the voices and my mind pollution
Or I know what I’m destined for
If I can’t beat this I’ll be here no more
8 WORD POETRY CHALLENGE
13/08/19
Sponsor name: Emile Pinet
My boss thought he was so clever
not giving me a raise for extra responsibility
‘Twas in the wonderful days when jobs
were in abundance but that worked both ways
Promptly gave my notice and he was ecstatic
to announce he was giving my job to a university grad
A week overlap to train her should be more than plenty
Didn't he roll his eyes when he overheard me
having the nerve to suggest she might want to take notes
So I gladly took this as my cue to take an early leave
I was excess baggage obviously but imagine this
she had to be retrained three times it’s true
The first time, idle tongues
must have wagged that the fault was mine
but the second and the third, humm…
I think justice had been served
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on December 17, 2018 for contest JUSTICE - WORD OF THE YEAR sponsored by CAROLYN DEVONSHIRE - RANKED 4TH
Ago I watched a woman coax
A fellow back from death.
Sand clung to the drowned
Man's shoulder, briny fluid
Dripped from clustered hair
Breath pushed lung to throat
In that moment inelastic life
Crashed back upon the dead
like a shadow tsunami
A curl of pale and bilious gas
Fumed from chimney nostrils
Solidified in black to wight
A crowd appeared though I alone
Observed that embryonic beast
Queasy, shivering afright,
I marked its flight beyond the foam
And with a sudden acumen
retrained my sights on death undone
Anon the surly imp invades
My repose, persists, cajoles
Courses as the Golden Horde
Across the spear grass steppes
Lodges of despondent darkness
Curtains drawn in masquerade
Where to the sopping man, renewed,
Removed I have no honest clue
Yet, with Lutheran conviction:
Beware the mirrored urchin clone
Loosed against our universe
Deceptive doppelganger who'd
Concuss humanity, earthbound
Sedate the benefactor faction
Throwing shade across the globe
Foment a foul and frothy chaos
Their like exists, implicit legion
Homunculi, contrary of the crowned
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time there was a young boy
He sent an orchid to a fresh young girl
He wanted to break through the walls of troy
The prize he won and he took his new pearl
Running down the winding and leafy lanes
Hand in hand laughing they both ran away
Released now from so many locks and chains
Happy they are for this magical day.
Time and again they stop to hug and kiss
Safe together in each others strong arms
Relaxed knowing this is now their new bliss
They fell for each others love and their charms.
Youth is theirs, they see it, they beckon it
Dreams and wishes of old are granted too
Lives entwined forever, love them did hit
This love that is so fresh, so good and new
The bars are gone now, no restraints no pain
Sight restored new vigour, youth regained
Fantasy, magical, long may it reign
Their lives now will be renewed and retrained
Once upon a time, a time now long gone
When Fantasy and magic ruled the world
A fair maiden’s young waiting heart was won
A strong young man trusted, and blonde-haired girl
© 16/01/2013~GG
Fantasy, Fantasy, Fantasy: Contest Entry.
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