Short Replayed Poems
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Misconstrued actions replayed,
Misinterpreted words sung,
Unspoken hatred nurtured,
Anarchy is inevitable.
March 15, 2022
memory joins the dots in time
akin to illusions replayed
within heart resounds bliss beat’s chime
reminding us that we have strayed
we are not this body-mind
yet ephemeral impressions arise
refrains replayed reinforce ego urges
soul witnesses this trance dance in surprise
Separate — Divide
Conquer — Enslave
Tyranny’s — Song
Forever — Replayed
Reality — Stained
Foreshadowing — Long
Divinity’s — Pimp
Humanity — Gone
(Dreamsleep: June, 2024)
Time is a predator
seeking to take away
our precious moments
never to be replayed.
Time is a mender
of much that is bad
smoothing over the sharp edges
making the past seem better.
Star
Singing
Purple haze
Put spell on you
Electric guitar
The star spangled banner
Another overdose done
Poetic lyrics mesmerize
Waves of tunes that do misplace the mind
Music of his replayed, this very day
Denim faded
from time’s winding down leaving
rust in the seams as gears
grind against the folds and tucks
where memories
were safely stored for decades
rewound and replayed like
clips from a movie of life.
When you close your eyes
Does the pain remain
All those things
That are hard to remember
Pleading now for the time again
And an outcome easier to defend
Around inside your head
Replayed now you do dread.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Let me breathe that sea air
that once waltzed through your hair.
Let me view that sunrise
you once graced with your eyes.
Let me taste that baguette
from the morn we first met.
How I've replayed that dawn
since they told me you're gone.
Destiny’s created in the ethereal domain ~
It's replayed in slow motion on earth, to cleanse our soul's stain
Let then oh weary hermit, our life here be not in vain ~
Know that a love drenched soul breaks free from cause and effect chain
09-November-2022
love’s feathery touch
triggered a scent
later recalled
by memory
but the magic
of tingling rapture
could not be replayed
the aspect of our soul
that nurtured desire
consumed by lust
wasted away
oblivious to bliss
poised to burst forth
from the cave of heart
We took
a moment.
To ponder
the mind.
Caught in
delusional.
Recesses
of time.
Who
What
Where
When
How
And
Why
Looking to comfort
the insanity of lies.
Rewiring the
memories.
Replayed in
life.
I wish I could travel back in time,
to correct the mistakes I’ve made.
Not that I’ve committed a crime;
but it’s a shame our days can’t be replayed,
and our errors erased and not displayed.
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M-oments
A-re
R-emembered
I-n
A-ny
C-olor,
R-eminisced
I-n
S-olitary
T-ime,
I-n
N-ook's
A-ccessed
C-ontemplation,
A-nd
R-eviewed
B-y
O-ur
N-aturally
E-mployed
R-ewinding
A-ssessment
©bfa060125
Monocrostic (Birthday of Maria Cristina T. Carbonera)
Painting myself into an emotional corner
feelings trapped and staid
Family eliminated one by one
old hurts and wounds replayed
Each year a brick in this wall of pain
to shield me from the loss
Isolation my next of kin
—love the only cost
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)
If only genius could be contagious,
like chicken pox or flu
If only brilliance could be transferred,
like a bank draft overdue
If only insight could be replayed,
like a Mozart symphony
Then epiphany’s light would shine on all
—in communal rhapsody
(Ashbridge Pennsylvania: February, 2020)
I've watched
Silent
in rooms
Next to
Saints and souls
Stories
Of love
Melt my
heart
Like church
candels
Alone
Feels like
the inside of
A freezer
With the
door shut
I'm
lost
like a blueberry
On the floor
of a supermarket
Your Words
replayed
in a time capsule
Thrown thru space
Recorded music -
running amok in my brain
mirroring my mood
taped, stored, replayed
Running soft, soothing
Turning complicated, confused
angry, worried or afraid
mourning and weeping
Photographic moments...
Give up the fight
Unleash the music
Let the demons rage
Let it shatter your heart
Pray the song never ends...
He got up
Spent, but satiated
She smiled
Pulling the sheet up
Not wanting to expose
Her newly discovered being
He makes his way out
Leaving her with memories
To be played and replayed
In her mind
Fuelling fresh wants,
New hopes
Meeting fire with fire
But in the end of it all
Still….
Some unfulfilled desires.
Just to be free
I will take a chance,
Without a backward glance
To close the door and lose the key
That has been too oft used
To unlock memories better lost in the sea
Of forgetfulness.
Just to be unbruised
From a lifetime of hurt
And from all the recorded grooves
Played and replayed like a concert
That never improves and always subverts
Any chance of happiness,
Or at least a peaceful armistice.
I can't even begin to explain
All of the places I have been
Crazy, weird and wildest of things
Lets say life is a wall full of mirrors
As even if the time is only a minute away
The are things you just can't play
Everyday, without a single complaint
Things remembered, moments replayed
Conquests deemed for the obcsene
Every seam for the memory feeds
And the list for which it breathes
For when it needs it becomes empty
Form:
If you see some one suffering yet
choose to look away, ignoring their pain,
go about your day..
In time this karma will be replayed..
Some people lack compassion you know.
They show no empathy for those in woe..
These self-centered souls lack God's grace,
with time they'll know anguish in their personal space..
Go help that stranger, be there for a friend.
These simple acts of human kindness matter
the most in the end..
Can you bear to remember
The pain is like an undying ember
Where the memory is such a drain
That causes you a painful refrain
Do you feel it in your pit of your stomach
As it is replayed as an ache
Then there are days when you wonder
If the recall will drag you asunder
So you test to see if the pain is as bad
Then you find the memory is just as sad
To endure such sadness is a task
When better days are all you ask.
© Paul Warren Poetry
He watched her leave that autumn day
Yet he seemed to not know why
His boozing should have given it away
All he heard next were echoes of her goodbye
Years later he thought of that moment
Now he wished she had not left
A moment that replayed to his discontent
He felt loss, emotionally bereft
He became a prisoner of lost love
Trapped behind the hands of time
A moment he often thought of
Still hearing the echoes of her goodbye chime
9-1-2021
I reach as I am falling,
there is no one there,
no safety net below,
no easy landing anywhere,
time feels endless as I fall,
years pass before me
mistakes are replayed
triumphs shortened
regrets overflow.
Nothing stops gravity,
nothing stops me,
the end but a few feet away,
it gets here quickly,
I am nothing as flesh meets ground,
a nothing to which I return,
all motion ceases - I am gone.
A bright light ends the journey...
daylight eliminates the terror.