Short Unfocused Poems
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both focused and unfocused
agendaless vibrance our essence
heart takes delight as bliss beats rise
since love and light is soul’s quintessence
gaze unfocused, awareness self-aware
entwines with enigmatic space
with the vast void we seamlessly pair
flickers of light signalling influx of grace
It's very frustrating, pretend listening
Their unfocused eyes, glazing and glistening
And despite their wide blank stare
They don't notice my eyes and menacing glare
Is it just me or A.D.D.
Can’t stay on top of things
When the sermon gets long
I mentally write a poem
I must fight to stay focused
Least the devil do hocus pocus
masks
of
personna
in
apparent
unconvention
familiar
fixated
psyche
yet
unfocused
beneath
a
maze
in
swirl
of
originality
There are frequencies and vibrations beyond what we perceive.
There are energies and realities outside what we conceive.
An unfocused mind is unaware of all the rest.
A synchronized mind is on a most remarkable quest.
in moments when unfocused is our gaze
yet our attention is animated
the veil of space thins wherein if we laze
with no agenda by presence stated
the pulsations of bliss unabated
positions us in peace tranquil and deep
readying us for a consciousness leap
A great beauty,
So simple and pure,
Flirting with the sun and the wind and the stars themselves,
A brush of breath.
It touches my face.
Like a baby's touch so light and unfocused.
So easily broken,
A creature of glass,
That the merest touch would shatter the illusion.
Grief
gnaws at my aching heart
greets my awakening,
grins within the sunbeams
gathers empty teardrops
garnished with memory’s
gaunt unfocused vision
goring life’s bloodied bull.
11/22/2015
submitted to – Pleiades, Please – poetry contest
sponsor – Kim Merryman
SCATTERED CONCEALMENTS-:-
mimetic
imagination
camouflaged
heightened
resemblance
in a QUEST OF OBLIVION
chance
happenings
sought-after
self-referential
superiority
of SEQUENTIAL AESTHETICS
inimitable
familiar
inevitability
unfocused
atmospheres
Eileen is sitting at the café entry side
Big table
Unfocused
It is around sunset
The blue is mixed
With darkness
I went out
To take breath of smoke
My ultimate ******
For Five minutes
Two cigarettes in a row
Three times.
An attempt to swallow
Eileen's face.
Unfocused gaze, as bliss throbs rise
Soul, in the void wading
Poised presence beholds in surprise
Magnetism cascading
Awareness self-aware
Sidestepping ego snare
Breathes in love suffused air
Feeble thoughts laze
Unfocused gaze
22-November-2021
Quietus
Is when mission impossible takes place
Is when control of the mind is a effort
Is when sharpening of the pencil is a chore
Is where there is a pause
Is where there is to be continued
Is where there is a yield sign
Is when creativity becomes a sleeping duck
Is when the taste buds becomes numb
Is when the eyes becomes unfocused
A tree can waver.
Releasing leaves, gently and silently.
Trees, they are graceful.
I am not graceful.
I am mysterious.
I am unfocused and confused and hypnotized.
Trees are different…
And that means nothing to me.
A poem that goes nowhere.
The way the sky goes nowhere.
The sky and I, we rhyme!
And that’s poetry.
are we not comforted
dwelling amidst objects
signalling we are not alone
yet when unfocused is our gaze
as the vastness that holds all
soul’s eye becomes single
eternal consciousness
upon which illusions play
pulsates in dynamic stillness
thus both deluded and illumined
we animate the play underway
with divine bliss magnetism
shutter blink shutter speed
hold still i say, i will get the poloroid.
shutter catch, shutter hold,
some faithful happy side.
there is a golden resin in the air
and it settles in still time on
square shells.
thumbtacks and window light catalouge
are bright faces down the hall.
such a silly merchant desire kept
in are eyes still unfocused.
Darkness envelops like giant wings
Heart thumping eyes unfocused,
Hearing nothing silent as a graveyard,
Under a misty moon a dark shape looms,
Grey, solid, shiny marble it's a cold tomb,
Paying respects with a nod then walk on by,
Respect to all those that are long gone,
All is clear the gate clangs shut,
The key turns in the lock,
Darkness envelops the graveyard once more
What pleasure does it hold?
Lyrics of a fallen brother
Who believed he was bold
Only to offer his life to slaughter.
It's just a weary, endless song
Voiced by a spiteful tongue
With a weak, senseless chorus—
A disjointed bridge, lost and unfocused.
Like stability in democracy
Songs of war are but blah blah blah
A long, grim book of horror
Preaching cruelty veiled as valor.
no reason no rhyme
nothing but coffee and time
sit in a frozen moment
cruel words i begin to resent
was that a rhyme or am i crazy?
a little nuts, and a little spacey
no rhyme to be found
my mind is coming unwound
.....frayed taters of a broken mind, start to tangle, while they unwind, seep and drip...to the ground....below swirl and whirl, twirling....as they go....unfocused
and a little
lost
my sanity
was the
cost
Who has not felt the aloneness
The uncertainty
of waking?
When eyes undefended
get a glimpse of the day's might
Alienated from the stillness of the night
Into a sight that is not quiet yet,
Probing around with unfocused gaze
Uncertain chill
into the light.
It is hesitation before the new
Of letting go
For staying is nowhere.
Let me be with you then
holding you gently within myself
you are my alleyway to the morning.
Sunrise shivers
slowly streaking
frozen fields
grasses huddled
against icy winds.
Silent sparrows
hunker down
awaiting the angst
of an unfocused
feeble warmth.
A cat scratches
timidly
at the door
pawing
a cold draft.
Somewhere
that pesky grey squirrel
slumbers
cradled
in its fluffy tail.
Softly
a reluctant sun
tints
hoar frost hard edges
with golden
promise.
John G. Lawless
©12/8/2018
The eye wanders, warily, unfocused
Troubadours, lost, seeking poetic pen
Magical wand finding no hocus pocus
Minstrel, languishing, no verses to lend
Barbs squandered, set aside as precocious
Tragic? …No common, now take a new spin
Through the mist of appreciated rhymes
Poetic stanzas now dare to cross lines
© Debra Squyres ( 8-20-14)
Written for: Nette’s “Through the Mist” members contest
Using the form “ottava rima” for the first time.
The bandages that wrap my
Heart fibers are
Embedded in the music of
Fire turn rhythmically around.
I can't take you out of me like a
Rap humming tune unfocused and groggy
External driven broken clock.
Rage, within me, yet I cannot stop crying
And the terrors of the night are
Grim; being left alone to
Endure internal anguish. It
Seems impossible that you are gone.
Our souls were one, though I don't know why;
Now it's a tearful good-bye.
8/26/2019
In the verdant sarcophagus of night
his pale, lifeless eyes unfocused
in a clearing irradiated by a cold beam
---the sitting Buddha
where he sits the forest dies
the grass withers
His pale light blinds me
So I write in inky darkness
But i cannot fathom him
or embrace with my eyes
his silhouette
In the crucible of morning
the sun rises like a flock of golden doves
but i cannot embrace the racing arc of dawn
Though through the viridian canopy
---shimmering coins
You heart open teacher for some,
Smiling most times yet stern others,
Moments in time forever memory,
As if in a dream you fade away,
Your family pleads searching why,
Tears fall hearts heavy with pain,
Anguish meshed with emptiness,
Confusion, all thoughts unfocused,
Wanting answers none ever come,
Strength, resolve our only answer,
Feeling loss is forever demanding,
Knowing our rendezvous will happen,
Yearning for that time to transpire,
Reminiscence, our only task left,