Short Divested Poems

Divested from his state of grace
Witness the grieving intangible host
Fall into the dark human pit
One of their own...

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dance not them anymore fear less
death bothers them laughter no more
divested of life desultory wingless
docile desolate torturing themselves...

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You assume I am happy
at the mall, at the beauty parlor,
at the cocktail afternoons with the girls.
Look in your wallet.
The plastic cards
don't say, "I Love You!"...

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Beneath the down of evening tide awake without much rest
I listen to the sounds of silence, ticks, and wind and then
prayers are said, guardians called and blessed sleep's divested.


*Triplet...

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I Am Finally Nothing,
And I like that just Fine.
I've Divested All.
It's took Quite a While.

Back in the Sunshine,
With Freedom of Mind.
I am Finally Nothing,
 I Will Reside, A Long Time.


H.Elles
Total Rogue....

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"CURRENT ASSESSMENT"


ingredients for my
disobedience:
paint the blue balls a
different color.
moral subjectivity is
subjective.
divested through tears
of tantrum.

a man does not become 
perfection without
trials.

loading...


majestic.



By: Chicano Eddie
10-3-2016...

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Mesmerized by his own success,
swimming naked and alone in the dark

Drowning in what he forever professed,
he rose and fell with each critic’s remark

Hypnotized while diving for fame,
he sank while caught in the tide 

His pleadings washed up, divested and bare,
exposed—with nowhere to hide

(Crater Lake: October: 2015)...

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Listen to poem:

Everything is a microcosm, like Matryoshka dolls nested.
Pass-a-parcel wrapped, layer on layer, with meanings to be divested.
Solution begets problem after problem en-wrapped, trussed and tied.
Resolution confronted by endless piles of issues, stacked high-plied
Inside each doll, another doll with doll inside, inside.
Each an epitome, a microcosm to be cracked and defied....

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It seems a deceit of the light,
in the day the Queen of the night,
she sits as in a dream untrue,
drowning slowly in the blue.

Gently moves toward the east
to sip where sun has gorged its feast,
her deep black robe with shining gems
divested out of her true realm.

Now lost within the azure skies
with pale lit face she naked flies
to rob the sun and give day flight,
open the doorway into night....

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Listen to poem:

Borrowed Words of a Denizen Soul
David J Walker

I admit to the
Plagiarism of the language 
I am still learning to use
Day by day by day

So often the meanings mangled
So often the thoughts tangled
In the confusion of emotions 
Seeking the freedom of expression
From the lips of a denizen soul

At best I am a borrower
At worst, I am a thief 
Investment in terms of endearments
Divested in unintended grief...

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