Short Gordian Poems
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When a blob of water merges with the sea its bliss.
But when the sea ebbs into a droplet,
it becomes a gordian knot!
©chitra Arun
Form:
Practicing hard at his yoga,
Cato convolved with his toga.
The news he was caught
In this Gordian Knot
Spread to the land of Busoga.
Family is like running the Gauntlet and tackling the Gordian Knot.
~12/06/15
~"Family" One liner three contest by Silent One.
every step erased
incoming tide mystery -
the gordian knot
We’ve broken apart;
a tub of salty tears,
a tub of bitter regrets.
We are piercing the world
as a pair
of new odd shoes.
Somebody have cut
the Gordian knot
that kept tight
our hearts and our laces.
one by one, as we join the dots
attention quanta, in small lots
relies on memory recall
both pleasant and fears that appall
flummoxed by life’s Gordian knots
19-May-2023
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Bitsize Contest no 64 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line. Gauthier
the Gordian Knot
will not untie
a tricky tangle
much like spaghetti
if it is not cut quick
or if it is not untied
then our dearest dreams
will all have died
what savior hero
will disperse the night
for the hour is late
and the cords are so tight
A lone gunman enters a school
he is nothing more than a fool
He claims the lives of the innocent
But to heaven they will all be sent
There is no reason behind the chaos
Behind the maddening gordian knot
I pray that peace will rule the world
For all of our boys and girls
Nights torn to shreds
streams of lava burn my hands
Days tied into Gordian knots
drops of blood linger in my eyes
A whirlwind of thoughts
swirls in my mind,
unable to unravel.
Neither I’m able to live lively
nor able to die decisively.
stars in her eyes, fleeting…her broken heart
like confetti - the century’s storm, smart.
Ben didn’t rush - the Gordian knot tight.
He cuts grief’s umbilical cord - Kate’s knight
pinkens her cheeks, pastes back her smile. the stars -
Kate’s crowd surfing, beyond clouds, above the scars.
7/20/2022
Contest: Bite Size Poem no49
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
I feel her heartbeat close to mine.
We are interwoven like a Gordian knot,
Praying that Alexander cannot tear us apart.
I feel her breath caress my skin.
We hold each other tightly, less we forget how
we feel in each others arms.
I feel her warmth seep into mine,
In that moment I feel as heavenly as an angel,
Yet as human as the girl in my arms.
Warmth, touch, blood and Love.
Tyrannical,
tourette-ical,
tic-tic-tic-tic-tocking,
twisting, tangling, tumbling,
the words tie in tight Gordian knots
trying to flee the faltering tongue
in a staggering, staccato rhythm,
sounds now chat, chat, chat, chattering
out of his mouth as unpredictable
and uncoordinated utterances;
as if, as if, as if, AS....IF
they were bubbles, popping
as they rise, rise
from the depths
of the sea.
Life is a bundle of double happiness
hidden deep inside is purest part
the sweetest and most desired of all
Surrounding the purest are coils
constituting peripheral happiness
majority access and consume it
Those desirous of greatest happiness
spend lifetime searching, hankering
for the string that leads to it
Like the Gordian note only a few
can identify the single secret coil
that leads to the greatest happiness
The Holy Bible is a Journal.
On the desk, and it's definitely
not made of Mahogany,
it's lightly-stained Oak.
The blanket is Navaho. It's All Sacred.
Those Impeccable Tribes of the Desert -via the Fountaini
- will make more, but the Object can't be Programmed.
It's one of the gadflies or juggernauts ,
some say Gordian Knots,
of Simulation "Theory."
It's REALLY HARD (some say - ahem - difficult) to simulate a Grandpa.
Wife is pain killer
You get stressed and pain is all over
By society, work place
She gives her heart and stress flies away
Wife is garbage collector
You are tortured, cut, scattered
By problems, challenges
She collects you again into one piece
Wife is nutcracker
You find difficulties, you are lost
By Gordian knot-like issues
She suggests solutions and you smile again
Wife with sacred heart but difficult duty
Deserves honor and respect from society
there was a wicked wench
with a wicked vent
a wicked way and away she went
to a pink picket house
beside a picket fence
and a picket sentry in residence
she minded Gothic kids
having great Gothic pals
who drew Gothic art on gorgeous gals
plus a peg-leg pooch
jet black named Spot
whose tail’s tied in a Gordian knot
the neighbors all knew
what we knew not
that what we had is what we got
in a different box
of mixed chocolates
pixy stix and forget-me-nots