Short Latching Poems
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Darkness devours me
Heightening subdued senses
Brainwaves like
Numberless tendrils
Aligning
Latching on stars
Exhilarated
Latching on and letting go,
the maddening draught and the soothing rainfall,
the sunrays and the moonbeams
the river flows forever forward
Be
carried
with
it.
I carry them like loose skin.
Saurating every pore.
They've penetrated deep into my skin,
Now they sucking me dry.
Latching on like leaches.
But I can't take it any more.
I can't stand it.
Sometimes the words cannot outweigh the anchor latching my lips together.
Sometimes my eyes go stark, and they begin to peel over.
Sometimes my shoulders sink into my spine.
Sometimes I’m so far away my senses dull.
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Peace in 2022
David J Walker
You were the one
I was the one
Weren’t we?
Together
Counting on 2021
To be different,
Well, it is
As some of the chickens
pending
Are hatching
Latching on to our
Foggy dreams
Before the dawn
It may be true
Me and you
Waiting for
Peace in 2022
Lights off
Eyes shut
Mind drowsing
Its door ajar
Unseen the muse out sneaking
Silently the rooms soaring
Against walls blindly knocking
Preys restlessly around chasing
Over catchy images mulling
Poetic words in far corners hunting
Beautiful rhymes at last catching
Back through the door all of them haling
The master mind his sentence giving
Into verse the prisoners eternally latching
Form:
He was unreliable in many more ways then just the one,
Stretched his black wings and left his family for fun,
Now his life is complete as he sits at a computer screen,
Leading others from God with *********** that is obscene.
Latching on to the innocent and those who are pure,
Hand in hand with satan to coax and then to lure,
Nothing worthy beats in his black little heart,
Throwing horrible contests to rip the sad apart.
Holding out for hope leaving out the door
searching high and low tearing past grey
latching on to all the bells and whistles
left hanging out again in the pouring rain
With winds flowing through my speck of being
thoughts sit in waiting to fly across the sea
waves of promise rise up and shine for me
as notes adored walk bravely upon the shore
Watching pretty daisies on a clouded day
Surrounded with love, I think I'll stay
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This reputation of unwanted feelings appearing up at the wrong moments has become predictable.
My mind, body and soul have become depleted and there’s nowhere left to go.
I’ve been trying to rebuild who I am but when I look in the mirror the past is always latching on.
I weep at night waiting for the will to live to be strong enough to break this grip.
My demons cackle knowing that I'm not powerful enough to let them go
my voice quakes with the gnashing of teeth, my breath sulfur and firey embers.
beneath the weight of my powerful paws, the entire solar system strains and bruises.
i shake with the force of a mighty wind, my ropes of fur spreading out and latching onto the plantation of the worlds on which i stand.
and they constrict, and they choke out, and they kill off.
i plague the system.
my essence is satisfied; the purpose of my being.
Each night I dutifully latch the door
To keep intruders firmly without.
I retire to bed feeling blissfully sure
I am safe from what they are about.
Then one night, the latching complete
I thought of threats already within.
Stroke, heart attack, foes at my feet.
How to bar them, where to begin?
It quickly became hauntingly clear
That mortality assures no defense.
Lethal outcomes are perilously near,
And latching doors is only a pretense.
I’ve found the world at last
Dust settles in on ash
Only poisons to breathe in
My hopeful cures are bathed in sin
I’ve seen myself at last
Programmed by a distant past
A million latching crowds
All hiding from an inner sound
I know you all at last
Running to the safest mass
My mirror never lies
It told me all the reasons why
I’m selfish and alone
I’m turning in to all I’ve known
So why can I still see?
Stemming from my hate for me
Ugh!
Latching onto this ones own miserable misery
Creating a fog sweeping sweet
She brushed her brow, put on make-up
Turning the other cheek
She favored ignorance is no excuse
When she thought ignorance is bliss
She had it in the bag to begin the abuse
What suiting question for the questioner
If I pulled a rabbit from a hat
Could you please disappear
Humiliated emotions
Don't seem to strike her
Awkward moments
She can't seem to recover
Why do you strain me?
O, troublesome conscience
Latching on, hoping I will succumb
Listening to your unearthly nonsense
Why do you hurt me?
O, superficial voice
Making me judge by allurement
Rather than giving me a choice
Why can’t I?
O, restraining utterance
You see me fail before I even begin
Treating me the same in every occurrence
Why do you desert me?
O, ever-present being
Ironic it seems to say this
O! inner voice of feeling
Leave me! I will have bliss
Darkness comes around
Seeking brand new grounds
So much of disdain
In reckless refrain
Darkness in shadows
Spreads out to swallow
So much of heavy
In pitch black gravy
Darkness in mad reach
Seeking yet to teach
So much of latching
In tipsy matching
Darkness flavours bleak
Signage spilling tweaks
So much now bleaching
In gloomy twitching
Darkness now astounds
Reaping clustered grounds
Leon Enriquez
06 June 2018
Hamlet Place, ACT