Short Bind Poems
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As I open up my mind, please step inside
So much I hope to find
Help me see beyond the grind
So my mind no longer binds
Human memory,
how far can it go,
with what accuracy,
look at the puny mind,
and the enourmous space,
it tries to keep in its bind.
TIES THAT BIND
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
German
descendant
am I
ties
bind me
to
'Deutschland'
ethereal
threads
When memories bind
tears embellish eyes
memories of childhood flash
I meet my brother......
Written August 18th, 2015
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
poor puppet dances
to the tune of her master -
he’s pulling her strings!
Jan Allison
9th April 2015
Contest: - Judy Konos Get Your Senryu On
~awarded 1st place~
Force
Mighty force
Wind so strong
I'm so small
Power & Weight
Pushes me
Down
Back
And away
Force
Majestic force
Wind so bold
I'm not old
Youth & life
Pushes me
Up
Forward
And beyond
Form:
.
Attached by small stem
Sustainability...free
Floating on wind land
Universal Bind
"Love is the glue that holds together the Universe...because I’m stuck on you."
Sept.13.2016
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If you always face left,
try once facing right
Stuck deep in the mire,
all truth beyond sight
It’s the questions at hand,
as answers unwind
Past and future a myth
—the present to bind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
This ring will bind us,
To love me with all your heart,
We unite as one,
To be with me forever,
Hope you will accept it dear.
A symbol of peace,
Unity and purity,
My solemn prayer,
Marry me and live with me,
For the rest of my life, thanks!
If you always face left,
try once facing right
Stuck deep in the mire,
all truth beyond sight
It’s the questions at hand,
as answers unwind
Past and future a myth,
—the present to bind
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2016)
Secrets should always be easily shared.
Interaction rather than causation,
Unbridling the soul of all ties once aired.
No need for vigilant calculation,
Intent on seamless communication.
Just being with others in the moment,
A genuine, life-giving, bestowment.
What are the ties that bind you
Is it family, friends or places too
Are these the things that you dream of now
When your head lays down to dream how
How and when you will see the all again
When the smile on your face becomes a special friend.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Those Ties That Should Bind
Those ties which should bind
Had left all of them behind;
None now can I find.
Was thinking about Honest Abe
and having to bind all of the
railroad ties. If it was Trump,
he would have ended all tied
up on his very own business.
Jim Horn
Stepping in water, displacing the pool.
Walking prudently in body and mind.
For there is no room for a squatter,
forcing spillage over water’s bind
Secure a space for your form,
sitting gingerly at witness.
One cannot see past the water's norm.
Hence be one within it.
A Rhyme to end
Each chosen line
Conjoined to those
Before
Each couplet
Like a stair step
Each stanza
Something more
The sound that’s made
Betrothes at once
All foreign and
Obscure
The glue within
Our spoken word
To bind us
Evermore
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2016)
glad
in crux
near the gloom
that light nudge me
when it gets anxious
concerns that might leak out
my burrows are firmly couched
not a fiend nor a darling star
they thrust as the night sky gained their sight.
yet, both sorts score their way to my shoulder.
Touch me not with thy flesh
Itarouses my desire
Look at me not with those eyes
Visions blur with time
Listen not with those ears
Hear what I don't say
Taste my tongue not with thine
Mine has tasted death
Scent me not with thy nose
The scent of pheromones with sweat
Bind my soul with thine
Waste not another breath
Have you ever pondered your existence?
To see what life is really all about?
Let your mind wonder out in the distance.
Think about life and beginning to doubt.
Realize what holds you back and begin to shout.
Break the chains that bind us and go on through.
Knowing the owner of the chains was you.
***For Dr. Mehta's contest "Rhyme Royal"***
By Chris Matt
Covered in shadow
White to light
She is married
To the night
...yet she claims
I am owner
I am might
I have won
It's my right
...to rule man
Androgynous
When at war
A goddess
No more
...to appease appetite
Kings and Queens
Bound to glory
They honor and venerate
Her ancient story
...empty womb
Written by Trudy Schrader on 07/26/2020
(untitled blockprint block, 2023)
Undoing The Ties That Bind
Moments tasted within
the gaps
between moments
undo the ties that bind.
Bit by bit we settle and rest
setting off little avalanches
of undoing
unraveling the links
of a mind-chain
it has taken an eternity to forge.
(first published in my 6th book of poem, OUT OF TIME OUT OF MIND, 2022)
The sharpest words are often words unspoken –
Hurt bestowed by a double bind
—Bruised by silence.
Wanton desire to be a double entendre –
A quiet imprisoned reprieve
—An empathetic, bound choice.
My vote has been cast in restraint –
In the still of the love I carry
—Averting the cost of my voice.
Words meant so much to him too
The punchy lyric told you what to do
It was what he wanted to say
Instead of just wasting it anyway
What bollocks, yeah man
Here was where he made his stand
The solitary one in his plan
Too far now from where it began
Opening his old wounds
Too late to bind them he swoons
Just drag yourself on
March on singing your sad songs.
© Paul Warren Poetry
If I become blind
I should this mind,
For I can’t anymore my way find,
My watch correctly wind,
Nor the scattered bind …
I will have away pined
By the time I become blind,
As I won’t note the dishes I dined
Nor the Bacchus on which I wined;
How resources are undermined
And complainants their teeth grind …
Nor the number pick of my enemies behind.
If I should become blind,
I might cease to be kind.
In every criminal there is a child -
With the face of your son,
The hands of your brother.
A mother held him once, she lulled him to sleep. When he cried she soothed him.
The weary heart that longs to forgive-
The marriage of family, it never desists.
I live in a sad state,
The anger retreats, but that is just me.
I can simple forgive but I cannot forget.
To do so would be foolish and fools are just that.