Zoom Zoom went the organ grinder
As the panda bear bore delight
in its urbane mind set
Burning marigolds over wrought
only tell half the story as was
Jupiter jumping
Nostrums for the retraining
A thousand dandelions heads
If they could only scatter mile high
Joking leprechauns come out laughing
in black dustbin liners
by the dug notre jardin
Categories:
retraining, anger, autumn,
Form: Free verse
Nineteen eighty four was late
Not quite when Orwell said
But slowly and in increments
They are getting in your head
They're trying to change your thinking.
Quite slowly day by day
Affecting how you view the world
And, controlling what you say
You're not allowed to voice your thoughts
'cause folk might get offended
Even though they are innocent
With no offence intended
This modern world is changing
Surreptitiously it seems
It won't be long before they start
Policing all our dreams
They'll cart you off and lock you up
It'll be no use complaining
Then put you in room 101
for thought police retraining
Categories:
retraining, how i feel,
Form: Rhyme
If I get up and go against the grain
taking the energy found in pain
consume to use on retraining my brain
going all out
crushing doubt
with ignorance
to grasp the chances
reclaim my existence
for all that it is
surging with resistance
recycling insistence
a rejection of depression,
where being active’s compressed
and suffering impressed
with stress inheritance ingest
squash it dead with pressure
until leisure out measures
and I've widen feathers
an endeavour
to no matter whatever never
be imprisoned to rot
to have risen with all given
as to give myself a life worth living
if I give all I give and leave nothing spare
sparring the enemy til the enemy not there
I will be forever a winner
with a legacy that'll never see
the enemy in me roam free
depression in a state of deceased
leaving me living with freedom and peace
Categories:
retraining, change, depression, motivation, pain,
Form: Rhyme
When love disappoints, does it mean that you're failure?
I've found more than once I just needed retraining!
Your heart feels a chill? Must their love be a surfeit
Does failure seem real though true friendship survives it?
Is sunlight a failure whose warmth brings us raining?
You paint lover's petals, or offer love tenure?
How often do love's expectations raise voices?
Love tied to a leash or roam free with some limits?
Is trust part of love, or do you have a rulebook?
Your lover's eyes found you (but now denied fond look)?
Temptation must die! Or your self-esteem plummets?
Sure love's what you want? Then accept your love's choices.
There's freedom in love if you trust you are worthy
And though you aren't perfect, wear flaws in the open.
No combover options required to feel sexy,
No carrying anger that fuels apoplexy,
Gift freedom for love to be love! Things will happen!
Your progeny bless you for making life easy!
Long Tooth
August 29, 2018
Categories:
retraining, growing up, love,
Form: Rhyme
Crisp clean air gently expanding my lungs
Infinite pigments of vivid dazzling lights
Painted illumination masterfully hung
Washing over my body and brain
Gradually tampering down
My intermittent slices of insane
Tenderly reposing my weary mind
I Lie my head where the universes
Polished stars divinely shine
Nature surrounds my earthly bed
Glimpses of cascading brilliant color
Dancing through the evening sky
Soulfully digested, nourished and fed
A blanket that radiates glistening hues
For only my molten laden eyes to see
My breathe suddenly is eased, cleansed
For it has yoked the omnipotent to me
Silently retraining my brain
Gradually tampering down
My intermittent slices of insane
word count 109
Categories:
retraining, stars,
Form: Rhyme
The depth of her quietude
Fully resonates in him
He has silenced her for so l o n g
He is content
With her suppression.
He is the communication controller
in
his
home.
Yet,
He has not silenced her arousal when
Clean ink is penned in lengthy lines
Of passionate words in lovely cursive letters
On white parchment.
This is her secret, tucked away
In her hat box
High in the closet, above his shirts
Shirts she's pressed and hung in order by color
She's carefully starched the cuffs per his instruction with p r e c i s i o n
but she's often forced into (retraining)
Due to her...... inadequacies.
BUT.......
When she writes she is free
Free to write of moons and stars
Oceans and seasons change
Travels to lands she can only dream of
And of lovers she desires to take and to hold.
The depth of her quietude
Fully resonates in him
And
He is content....
When she writes
She is free
Categories:
retraining, angst,
Form: Free verse